Zhang Wuji's moves and styles are full of Taoist charm, the moves are tight, the style is compact, and the lotus root is broken, although it is soft but full of mysterious strength. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is that Zhang Wuji himself is deeply addicted to this realm and can't extricate himself.

Ten zhang away, a pair of bright eyes were staring at Zhang Wuji's dancing figure, although he tried his best to control it, the joy and excitement in his eyes were fully revealed.

This person is Zhu Changling, the owner of Hongmei Villa. Zhang Wuji's series of behaviors after waking up in Hongmei Villa can be seen that he is not a low-key person, and even a little arrogant, but arrogant people always have something to rely on, which is the source of their self-confidence.

Zhang Wuji's posture naturally fell into Zhu Jiuzhen's eyes, it was because he was injured before, and finally waited until he was injured and his body bones were healed, just to play with it, and to have some fun, but he didn't expect that as soon as his injury was good, he would disappear without a trace, and he couldn't be found for a day.

Yesterday, Zhu Jiuzhen finally seized the opportunity to secretly follow Zhang Wuji and follow him all the way here, but he didn't expect Zhang Wuji to practice boxing for a day. Zhu Jiuzhen's family has a long history, and her vision is naturally not bad, although she can't see what boxing skills Zhang Wuji is practicing, and it seems to be very ordinary, but there is always a charm that deeply attracts her.

I watched it for a long time before I knew it, and I didn't wake up until my body was a little chilly. Zhang Wuji's unusually high profile caused her not to act rashly, but left quietly, and when she returned to the village, she found his father Zhu Changling and talked about it, and also learned to beat Zhang Wuji's Wudang long fist.

Zhu Changling is a veteran of martial arts experience, and he recognized at a glance that this is the foundation of the Wudang faction Wudang Changquan, which cannot be learned by non-true disciples, and immediately interrogated Zhang Wuji's ins and outs, Zhu Jiuzhen said the matter between him and Zhang Wuji, Zhu Changling heard the name Zhang Wuji, and was a little sluggish for a while, and then remembered the meaning of this name. Their son Zhang Wuji became the only one who knew the whereabouts of the golden lion king Xie Xun, and naturally attracted the attention of many people, but he was forced by the pressure of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang faction and did not dare to make a move.

I didn't expect this Zhang Wuji to enter Hongmei Villa, God really helped me, Zhu Changling was excited at that time, and let his daughter do everything as usual, but this morning he followed Zhang Wuji out early in the morning, and he wanted to verify it with his own eyes. At this time, seeing Zhang Wuji's Wudang Changquan with his own eyes, after comparing Zhang Wuji's age and appearance, he made up his mind and began to think about how to do this.

On the evening of the next day, Zhang Wuji practiced martial arts outside for a day as usual, and did not go back until dark.

The sky is dark, the brightly lit Hongmei Villa is like a behemoth on this deserted Kunlun Mountain, think about it, the Zhu family spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build here.

Zhang Wuji walked on the familiar path, looking at the Hongmei Villa in the distance, thinking wildly. Suddenly, he stopped, and there seemed to be something lurking in the snow next to the path ahead, his body visibly bulging, and he could hear a slight breath.

Zhang Wuji instantly refreshed his energy and walked forward slowly, hey, there was a smell of blood. Zhang Wuji's heart was even more vigilant.

When I walked to the object, I found that it was a person lying in the snow, with a strong smell of blood on his body, obviously seriously injured.

"Can you still hear this brother?" Zhang Wuji's guard did not let go, he bent down slightly and asked.

The person on the ground didn't react, Zhang Wuji squatted down, only to see that there were two wounds on the person's back, which had scabbed slightly, but there were still traces of blood oozing. Turning him over, there was also a blood stain on his chest, Zhang Wuji's right hand food, middle two fingers and sword finger on his body a few times, this is a method of sealing the veins and intercepting blood, which can effectively stop the bleeding.

Stretched out his hand to pick up the wounded, resisted on his shoulder and ran towards Zhuangzi, which was only a little more than a mile away from the gate of Zhuangzi, and ran to the door after a while, and just walked into the door, he saw Zhu Jiuzhen and Xiaofeng coming, and the two sides just took a look.

Zhang Wuji preemptively said: "Miss, this person is extremely injured, and he was found a mile away from Zhuangzi, you can see if he is a person from Zhuangzi." ”

Zhu Jiuzhen chuckled and said, "You stupid boy, but you are a kind-hearted person. Put it down and I'll see. ”

Zhang Wuji put the person in the aisle, lying down, face up. Zhu Jiuzhen walked up to him and bent down to look, "Oops." A voice shouted: "Isn't this Second Uncle Yao?" How did it come to this? Quick, little brother, carry him on your back and go to my father. ”

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "It turns out that this is the passerby Yao." At that moment, he picked up Yao Lao Er and ran forward behind Zhu Jiuzhen.

Zhu Jiuzhen led the way in front, as if he was in a hurry, and he actually used light footwork, which was extremely fast, Zhang Wuji quickly followed, and ran for a while, but Yao Lao Er was choked upside down, but he didn't say a word, and his acting skills are definitely at the level of an actor.

Since he knew that he was Yao Lao Er, Zhang Wuji had nothing to be polite about, and deliberately pretended to be an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts.

After running for a while, he came to a quiet courtyard, and as soon as Zhu Jiuzhen entered the courtyard, he shouted: "Dad, Dad, something happened to Second Uncle Yao." ”

I saw the door of a house in the middle open, and a middle-aged man's voice came out, "Calm, what's the matter?" I panicked like this. A dignified-looking middle-aged man walked out.

Zhu Jiuzhen ran over and said hurriedly: "Second Uncle Yao is extremely seriously injured, you can save him quickly." After that, he said to Zhang Wuji: "Little brother, quickly carry Second Uncle Yao in." ”

Blind, this play is obviously carrying, and let the back go in. But he didn't speak, and carried Yao Lao Er into the room.

Zhu Changling stepped forward, took Yao Lao Er and placed it on an arhat bed in the hall, and checked the injury with a calm face. Zhu Jiuzhen stood beside him, his face full of anxiety and panic.

Zhang Wuji looked at the room, it was sixty square meters, and it was obviously Zhu Changling's study, because the bookshelves were full of books, and there was a desk with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

On the front wall hangs a portrait of a handsome young samurai with a silver hook in his left hand and an iron pen in his right, fighting five men with fierce expressions in a wilderness. There were two men lying on the ground, two men with different heads, and a young woman in the lower left corner holding a child, looking at the costume, it should be a girl.