The three days passed quickly, and Zhuo Ao spent most of the three days studying Persian with Xiao Zhao.

"Childe, why are you so interested in Persian?" Xiao Zhao couldn't help but be curious after all, and asked Zhuo Ao about it, and after a few days of getting along, for this man who had untied his black iron shackles, but forcibly left himself by his side, after the initial fear, he gradually saw something.

In addition to the cruelty of dealing with the Mongols, at other times, as long as he does not violate his taboos, this person is still very easy to get along with, even if he is sometimes rude and willful, the other party will tolerate it, that smile with a bit of doting, so that Xiao Zhao has a feeling of softness every time he thinks about it.

Zhuo Ao can't cultivate these days, at night, most of the time he will find a secluded place, looking at the endless void in a daze, Xiao Zhao secretly peeked a few times, there is no coldness when facing the enemy, and it is not like the usual silence with a mask, some are just a little helpless, Xiao Zhao doesn't understand, on such a big devil whose martial arts are almost invincible in the world, what else can make him helpless? This man who is ruthless in the eyes of outsiders and can be called a hellish Shura, must have something sad in his heart, right?

Xiao Zhao hid this doubt in his heart, even if Zhuo Ao spoiled her very much on weekdays, but although Xiao Zhao was eccentric, he also knew how to grasp the scale, everyone has their own secrets in their hearts, some can be excavated, but some secrets, once excavated, will die.

However, Xiao Zhao was a little puzzled about why Zhuo Ao was so interested in Persian, she thought of the reason why Zhuo Ao kept her by her side that day, it seemed that it was because she knew Persian, although this reason was absurd, but now it seems to be true.

"A year ago, I was inadvertently blown to Persia by a strong wind, and then by mistake, I snatched a martial arts secret book from the Persian Ming Sect, and the power is acceptable, so I want to use it for research." Zhuo Aohun said nonchalantly.

"Acceptable? can be evaluated by Childe like this, it seems that it must be a peerless martial arts~" Xiao Zhao felt that his heartbeat was a few beats faster in an instant, and pretended to say casually.

"Peerless martial arts?" Zhuo Ao didn't seem to notice Xiao Zhao's abnormality, shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be counted, at that time, it was the three people who joined forces to show it, so that they had the ability to rival the top masters, and they also had to use utensils, but in terms of power, looking at the middle-earth martial arts, in addition to me, I am afraid that only Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren can be suppressed." ”

That's arrogant enough, but Zhuo Ao does have the qualifications to say such things.

"I don't know what martial arts are?" Xiao Zhao suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked with a curious expression on his face.

"Yes......" Zhuo Ao raised his head and glanced at Xiao Zhao with a smile, Xiao Zhao was careful to speak, and was about to speak, when Song Qingshu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Zhuo Daxia, Shigong is invited."

"Let's go." Zhuo Ao got up, and under the leadership of Song Qingshu, he took Xiao Zhao and walked all the way towards the back mountain of Wudang Mountain.

Along the way, facing Xiao Zhao's resentful gaze, Song Qingshu was a little inexplicable.

On the back mountain, Zhuo Ao finally saw this generation of grandmasters who were famous in later generations, with a childish face, and now Zhang Sanfeng is over 100 years old, but he still looks like he is still immortal, not showing the slightest old age.

"After the end of school, I entered Zhuo Ao and met Zhang Zhenren." Facing the old way, Zhuo Ao bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, there is no elder or younger, the master is the first, at least in Zhuo Ao's opinion, he and Zhang Sanfeng should be regarded as masters of the same level, he is not a disciple of Wudang, so there is naturally no need to perform the disciple ceremony.

"You're welcome." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xiao Zhao for a while, and finally fell on Zhuo Ao, feeling the thick evil aura on Zhuo Ao's body, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "Xiaoyou's cultivation is amazing, it's just a pity ......"

It's a pity, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, but Zhuo Ao also knew that this was the real purpose of his going to Wudang Mountain, he didn't believe that killing could hinder people's cultivation, and hundreds of thousands of people in Laisen City died indirectly in their own hands, although it also caused some trouble, but those influences were quickly eliminated, but now, even if he still recites the Tao Te Ching every day, it has no effect.

"I don't know if there is a way to save my family?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng and asked.

"The Tao is natural, if Xiaoyou is willing to give up worldly things, and ask with concentration, within ten years, when you can resolve this body of murder, if Xiaoyou is willing, I will be a Taoist, and you can let Xiaoyou read it." Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while.

"Born in troubled times, the court is brutal, and the people of Cangsheng are dogs, ten years, Zhuo Ao has waited, but it is not what I want." Shook his head, ten years later, I'm afraid the world will be calm, so what's the matter with you? And to drive out the Tartars, how can you guarantee that there is no killing on your hands?

"Is there no other way?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Maybe there is, but unfortunately, the old Tao may not be able to do anything, whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, although there is a way to suppress the idea of killing, but the methods are similar, all of them are to use the boundless Dao Tibetan or Buddhism to eliminate the killing in the heart, so that the Lingtai is clear." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed.

"I want to see Wudang Daozang, I don't know if it's okay?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"As long as Xiaoyou is willing, Lao Dao has already said before, Wudang Dao is hidden, let Xiaoyou read it." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

"So, thank you." Zhuo Ao clenched his fists and arched his hand.

"Master, I'm so cold~" At this moment, the young man who had been standing beside Zhang Sanfeng suddenly shuddered, fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and said with trembling teeth.

"Mowgli!" Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows, and he didn't care about being polite with Zhuo Ao, he helped the young man up, put his hands against his back, and the pure internal force continued to flow into the young man's body.

Zhang Wuji?

Zhuo Ao naturally noticed the existence of Zhang Wuji, but at this time, Zhang Wuji was still suffering from cold poison, if it were not for the help of Wudang Mountain and the fire foreman Tuo, he would definitely not live to be thirty years old in this life.

"Childe, what's wrong with him?" Xiao Zhao looked at Zhang Wuji, whose face gradually returned to ruddy under the infusion of Zhang Sanfeng's pure internal force, in surprise, and asked Zhuo Ao suspiciously.

"He has cold poison in his body, and it is a very vicious internal strength, when it enters the human body, it will automatically connect with its own qi and veins, if there is no internal force to the yang, it is as deep as Zhang Zhenren's internal force, I am afraid that it will not be completely eradicated, and he can only help him resist the onset of cold poison from time to time with pure internal strength." Zhuo Ao said in a deep voice.

"It's so pathetic." When Xiao Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little compassionate.

Zhuo Ao didn't speak, just stood quietly in place, helping Zhang Sanfeng protect the Dharma, at this time, it is most taboo for others to disturb, even if this is the mountain behind Wudang, but it is not absolutely safe.

After a long time, when Zhang Wuji's complexion returned to ruddy, Zhang Sanfeng slowly collected his work, opened his eyes, looked at Zhuo Ao and nodded slightly: "Thank you Xiaoyou for protecting the Dharma." ”

"With a lot of effort, this is Wudang Mountain, even if there is no Zhuo Ao, there will be no danger in thinking about it." Zhuo Ao shook his head, looked at Zhang Wuji and frowned: "Although Zhang Zhenren's skills are extremely pure, this method can be said to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. ”

"I don't know the old way." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head when he heard this: "It's just that in this world, apart from Jiuyang Divine Skill, Lao Dao really can't think of any other way." ”

"The martial arts of the most rigid and yang, but not only the Jiuyang divine skill." Shaking his head, Zhuo Ao walked up to Zhang Wuji, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Can I try?" ”

"Xiaoyou is willing to make a move, that's Mowgli's creation, Mowgli, don't thank Zhuo Xiaoyou soon!" Although Zhang Sanfeng didn't report any hope, but with Zhuo Ao's current vigorous qi and blood in his body, although he didn't know what kind of exercises Zhuo Ao was cultivating, Zhang Sanfeng could feel the vigorous yang energy on the other party's body, maybe it was more effective than his own pure Yang Wuji Gong.

"Mowgli, thank you Zhuo Daxia." Zhang Wuji hurriedly arched his hand.

"Can you save it, hold your breath and concentrate!" Zhuo Ao sat in front of Zhang Wuji, stretched out his hand, and pulled Zhang Wuji's hands over, and the pure sunflower true qi flowed into Zhang Wuji's body endlessly.

Although Jiuyang Divine Skill is known as the most rigid to Yang, but the Sunflower Treasure Book is not inferior, and even the exuberance of Yang Qi alone, it is still above Jiuyang Divine Skill, which has reached the extreme of Yang, so that cultivators have to castrate to practice, but after the momentum, what comes out of cultivation is the Qi of Yin to Cold, which is regarded as the Yang Pole Yin, if Zhuo Ao did not temporarily seal his five senses and six senses and seven emotions and six desires with Taoism, I am afraid it will be difficult to get started, but after a beginner, the cultivation is rapid and sophisticated, and now, it has reached the fifth level of the realm, the ultimate of the day after tomorrow, it is a pity, Affected by the shackles of nature, although the internal force is more and more profound and pure, it has never been able to open up the Ren vein, form a cycle of Zhou Tian, reverse the innate nature, and achieve the balance of yin and yang.

"It's so hot, Master, Wuji is so uncomfortable!" As Zhuo Ao's internal force continued to flow into Zhang Wuji's body, he just felt warm and comfortable at first, but as time went by, his body became hotter and hotter, as if he was in an oven, Rao was suffering from cold and poison, and his mind was far beyond ordinary people, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain at this moment.

"Mowgli, patience, as long as you survive this hurdle, you don't have to suffer from cold poison anymore!" Zhang Sanfeng is so cultivated, at the moment when Zhuo Ao made a move, he felt the internal force in Zhuo Ao's body, when it came to masculinity, it was even above Jiuyang Divine Skill, and when he heard this, he hurriedly said to Zhang Wuji.

"Whew~"

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji trembled, and in that hot breath, a cold breath emanated from Zhang Wuji's body, Zhang Wuji only felt that the strength of his body was suddenly dissipated, and as Zhuo Ao closed his palm, his body softened, and he fell softly into Zhang Sanfeng's arms.