Wudang, back mountain.

Early in the morning, Xiao Zhao came over with a lunch box, looking at the argument of an old man and a young man who forgot to sleep and eat, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, I really don't know why these two guys can say this, at the beginning, Xiao Zhao still had the idea of learning from the scriptures, so next, for Xiao Zhao, it was completely tormented.

What refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods, refining gods and anti-void, at first you can still hear some vague meanings, but later, it was completely blind, what the two said has nothing to do with martial arts, from the Tao Te Ching to Guizang, Zhou Yi, I Ching, Xiao Zhao learned quite a lot, because his mother is a Persian Ming Sect saint, and he is also very proficient in Persian, but only these Taoist scriptures and histories have no clue.

At first, he was able to hold on, but later, he only felt dizzy, so he simply took the initiative to take over the living of the three of them.

Looking at Zhang Wuji who was boxing on the side, Xiao Zhao rolled his eyes, this kid looked sick three days ago, since he learned Childe's boxing method, he has become more and more energetic in recent days, is the martial arts passed on by Childe really so magical?

Although curious, Xiao Zhao is still doing his own work, anyway, he follows Childe, and has a lot of opportunities to learn from Childe, and surpasses you in minutes.

"Childe, it's time to eat." Xiao Zhao obediently sent the food box between the two and interrupted their discussion.

"Wow, Miss Xiaozhao's craftsmanship is much better than my apprentices." Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, and without waiting for a greeting, he snatched a chicken leg from the food box.

"The real person is also a monk, so it's not appropriate to open meat in front of your disciples and grandchildren so unscrupulously, right?" Zhuo Ao took the chicken leg in Xiao Zhao's hand, looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was full of oil, and drank a mouthful of thick soup comfortably, Xiao Zhao's craftsmanship is indeed speechless, but Zhang Sanfeng's image is really a bit ruined.

"Vegetarianism is something that only Shaolin's bald donkeys do, and we Taoists don't taboo this." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand indifferently.

"I'm not talking about that." Zhuo Ao rolled his eyes, three days ago, this old guy still looked like a senior master, and after three days of getting acquainted, the image of the senior master was gone, and if you don't know, you will definitely treat this old guy as an old naughty boy.

"Don't worry, it's all your own people here." Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Zhang Wuji, who took the chicken wings from Xiao Zhao's hand shyly, and sighed helplessly, his own obedient disciple Sun has too little experience, he blushes when he sees a woman, and he is old and refined, how can he not see that his apprentice grandson has thoughts about this Xiao Zhao girl, and deliberately pointed out the age of Zhuo Ao that day, just to create an opportunity for this obedient disciple Sun, but unfortunately the stinky boy doesn't know how to grasp it, and the opponent seems to be a master of the love field, that means, it's really not too easy to deal with a little girl, It seems that there is no hope for his own obedient grandson.

"Then what should I do now that a Wudang disciple is here? The image of you, the grandmaster of this generation, is about to be ruined. Zhuo Ao shook his head and said.

"Don't worry, no one will come at this time." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, watching Zhuo Ao help Xiao Zhao wipe off the stains on the corners of his mouth, but his obedient grandson only knew how to gnaw there, so he simply couldn't see it and concentrated on gnawing his chicken legs.

"Master, Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei faction, came to worship the mountain and asked to complete the seven-year covenant in the past and welcome back the Heavenly Sword." Song Qingshu stood not far away with two disciples, bowing to this side.

"Zhou Zhiruo? I didn't expect time to pass so quickly, and in a blink of an eye, seven years have passed. Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while when he heard this, and said, "Take him to the True Martial Palace." ”

"Yes, Qingshu retired." Song Qingshu said respectfully and retreated silently.

"Zhuo has been bothering in Wudang for many days, since Zhang Zhenren has something to do, then Zhuo should also leave." Zhuo Ao stood up, saluted Zhang Sanfeng seriously, and said: "In the past three days, I have gained a lot, thank you Zhang Zhenren for your advice." ”

In the past three days, for Zhuo Ao, the receipt is indeed quite rich, although he has not obtained any great exercises from Wudang, but Zhang Sanfeng in this world seems to have nothing to do with Shaolin, and what he has learned is also a purebred Taoist learning.

Zhuo Ao in the world of Mr. Zombie, in addition to following Uncle Jiu to learn Maoshan magic, Maoshan faction is also a Taoist sect, and has also read many Taoist classics, and then in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, he also used the resources of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect to collect Taoist treasures, and the Tibetan in his chest is no worse than Zhang Sanfeng, but most of these Taoist classics are written down by Zhuo Ao with his excellent memory.

In the past three days, it is not more about learning anything new, but Zhang Sanfeng, a Taoist real person, helping him solve his doubts.

Of course, in three days, it is impossible to solve all the doubts of Zhuo Ao's five years of reading the Dao Collection, but there is an opportunity in the future, but it is not as anxious as it is for a while.

"Leaving so soon?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhuo Ao in amazement, for this year-old friend, he really intended to make a good friend, and he was even more interested in promoting Zhang Wuji's apprenticeship.

"There are some mundane things to deal with, and I will bother them after a while." Zhuo Ao smiled.

"Then come with me first to see Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei faction, you know that she must be a big beauty when you hear the name, aren't you excited?" Zhang Sanfeng took Zhuo Ao's hand and walked towards the True Martial Palace.

"I think, I've found my red face, what does the rest have to do with me no matter how beautiful I am?" Zhuo Ao glanced at Xiao Zhao, and in Xiao Zhao's shy gaze, he gently took her hand.

"Anyway, if you accompany me to see this Emei disciple before leaving, you should help the old Taoist priest taste it." Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but say.

"Take this." Zhuo Ao handed over the handkerchief that Xiao Zhao had just helped him wipe his mouth.

"What are you giving me a handkerchief for? Am I not a woman? Zhang Sanfeng was puzzled.

"I don't dare to ask for it, but if you want to see the Emei disciples, it is better to estimate the image, and if you go to see the Emei disciples now, you will lose all your face." Zhuo Ao speechlessly glanced at Zhang Sanfeng, who was eating with a mouth full of oil.

Looking at the two people walking towards the Zhenwu Hall together, Zhang Wuji said with some envy: "Brother Zhuo is really a man of temperament, dare to love and hate." ”

"Temperament, you ghost!" Zhang Sanfeng knocked on Zhang Wuji's head and said: "You also believe this kind of thing, I'm sure he definitely said it to more than one woman, and at a glance, he knew that he was a veteran of flowers!" That little Zhao girl is not far from falling. ”

"Isn't that little Zhao girl dangerous?" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this: "Master, should we go and save her?" ”

"I'll save you big-headed ghost!" Zhang Sanfeng said helplessly: "People didn't say that they wanted to abandon Xiao Zhao, and besides, girls, do they like sweet talk?" You know what you want to coax? No matter how stupid you are, how can you please a girl? ”

"Master, you seem to be an old virgin, how do you know so much?" Zhang Wuji glared at Zhang Sanfeng.

"I'll beat you......" Zhang Sanfeng's old face was embarrassed, and he was about to fight, but Zhang Wuji had already slipped away.

"This kid has only been working for three days, and he can already run so fast!" Zhang Sanfeng glared, watching Zhang Wuji go away, the annoyed look on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by a wry smile and longing, old virgin? Hehe~

A quarter of an hour later, above the Zhenwu Palace, seven Emei disciples with white veils covering their faces walked up to the Zhenwu Hall, and the first graceful woman was slightly blessed to Zhang Sanfeng, and the veil on her face was taken off, and the light suddenly shone, making the eyes of countless Wudang disciples who had not seen a woman for several years stunned: "Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo, meet Zhang Zhenren." ”

"What a little fox." Xiao Zhao, who was standing behind Zhuo Ao, pursed his lips disdainfully, looking at the Wudang disciples, even Zhang Wuji looked like he was ecstasy, and couldn't help but curse secretly: "Man, there is no good thing!" ”

"Huh?" Zhuo Ao turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhao in surprise.

"Ah, Childe, I didn't mean you." Xiao Zhao hurriedly waved his hand.

"You're saying I'm not a man?" Zhuo Ao quipped.

"Of course not...... That's not what Xiao Zhao meant. The more Xiao Zhao explained, the more confused he became, his eyes rolled, and he said to Zhuo Ao: "Childe, everyone is looking at that woman, why don't you look at it?" ”

"The most beautiful is already here, what else is there to see?" Zhuo Ao shrugged his shoulders and said.

"I didn't expect Childe to be flamboyant and ignore you." Xiao Zhaoqiao blushed and turned her head to look away.

Zhuo Ao smiled slightly, and didn't care, Zhou Zhiruo is indeed a stunning beauty in the pen of Old Man Jin, her beauty is not only her appearance, but also cares about that kindness, and Li Zi is also Zhuo Ao's favorite actress in her previous life, but unfortunately when these two elements are combined, and then after the director's combination, if there is anything Zhuo Ao is dissatisfied with in the secret realm of the Demon Sect Master, I'm afraid it is Zhou Zhiruo, no, it should be said that the entire Emei faction is distorted in the director's plot, although the extinction in the original book is not likable, But it has its own distinctive style, jealousy and hatred, love and hatred, sex like fire, and here, except for the strong martial arts, there is no difference between the heads of other sects, as for Zhou Zhiruo, Zhuo Ao doesn't want to say it anymore, this role has basically been ruined, and it is also the only one that Zhuo Ao hates among the roles played by Li Zi.

"Qingshu, in the past few days, you will wait for me to teach a set of Wudang swordsmanship to Miss Zhou, which can be regarded as my Wudang return gift." At this time, the matter of the Emei faction has been dealt with, the Yitian Sword is a symbol of Emei, Zhang Sanfeng only took it in anger back then, although the Yitian Sword is good, but he still disdains to take it.

"Thank you, Zhang Zhenren." Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed, and at this moment, the philistine's face completely ruined Zhou Zhiruo's last trace of temperament.

"Brother Zhuo, since you are leaving, it is inconvenient for me to stay, I will send you down the mountain." Zhang Sanfeng nodded very perfunctorily, probably not liking this girl very much, and greeted Zhuo Ao.

"It's fine."

"Senior Brother Song, who is this?" Zhou Zhiruo looked at the back of Zhuo Ao, who left side by side with Zhang Sanfeng, suspiciously, and being able to be discussed by Zhang Sanfeng's peers made her a little curious.

"Oh, it's the legendary soul-chasing hero Zhuo Aozhuo who is rumored on the rivers and lakes." Zhuo Ao is famous, although Song Qingshu is also a little unhappy with Zhuo Ao, but he doesn't dare to show it at the moment.

"He's the Soul Chaser?"