"Zhang Zhenren is serious, I heard Song Daxia say that you are studying Tai Chi swordsmanship in retreat, and it is my presumptuous to alarm you to get out." Wang Xu also wanted to say a few polite words and finish the etiquette.

As a result, Zhang Sanfeng didn't like to listen to these at all, plucked his ears with his fingers, and said in disgust: "You are young, how can you talk like a bad person, as if you don't want me to break through." If that's what you think, I'll go back to retreat now, and you'll come back to me in three or five months, okay?" ”

Wang Xu: "..."

Wang Xu is just polite, it stands to reason that Zhang Sanfeng should also be polite, who wants him not to play cards according to the routine, this time he can't be polite.

But that's right, Zhang Sanfeng is also called Zhang Sanmad, he is not a person who is bound by the world, and if you look at him with ordinary eyes, it means that you are inferior.

"Okay, let's not be polite, you can heal Dai Yan's injuries, and let my Wuji disciple Sun see hope, I will accept your favor. Yuanqiao told me before, you go up the mountain and ask for something else, as long as I can do it, I will agree to you whatever you ask. Zhang Sanfeng was in a good mood and patted his chest and promised.

Wang Xu was overjoyed, since Zhang Sanfeng was straight to the point, he didn't have to hide it, and said bluntly: "Zhang Zhenren, I am a monk halfway, and I have come all the way to this point by myself, and I have never been guided by a master." When I came to Wudang Mountain this time, I would like to ask you to help me see if my own path has gone wrong, and I also want to hear from you about the experience of the great master. ”

"This halfway monk, there is no master, won't you, you are so powerful, you are all cultivating by yourself?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked Wang Xu up and down, and after seeing Wang Xu nodding with a smile, he said approvingly: "The future is terrifying, so let's go back to the Zhenwu Hall first, it's not a place to talk because the wind is too strong here." ”

Returning together, the target is the Zhenwu Palace.

Walking halfway, before returning to the Zhenwu Palace, he met the disciple who guarded the mountain who came to find someone.

"Patriarch, we can find you, the Emei faction should make a seven-year appointment and send a disciple Zhou Zhiruo to ask for the Heavenly Sword, and Uncle Song is waiting for you to go back and preside over the overall situation."

"Zhou Zhiruo!"

Zhang Sanfeng whispered, he had heard of the name Zhou Zhiruo, and he had heard his disciple Song Yuanqiao say that he was the beloved disciple of the Emei faction's extermination master.

Seven years ago, the five major factions went to Wudang Mountain, and the extermination master played an important role in it, and was one of the important promoters of forcing Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death.

Zhang Sanfeng was angry that the extermination master was hurtful and took away the Yitian sword, and set a seven-year period to exterminate the master for seven years, and then send an outstanding heir to retrieve the sword.

Now it happens to be the seventh year, and the extermination master who has never forgotten the Heavenly Sword has really sent out his disciples.

... The Great Hall of True Martial Arts...

In the Zhenwu Hall, the three generations of disciples stood on both sides, and the Wudang Five Heroes stood under the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor, hugging Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting cross-legged.

A gust of incense blew into the main hall, and a girl dressed in white and wearing a veil, accompanied by eight sword-wielding maids, walked from outside the hall gate with lotus steps, and whispered: "Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo, see Zhang Zhenren..."

The girl's appearance is hidden under the veil and can't be seen clearly, only judging from the voice and body shape, it is definitely a rare beauty in the world.

In the crowd, Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Five Heroes are okay, everyone is a senior master, and this determination is still there.

The remaining three generations of disciples, one by one, do not have such concentration, except for a few people, most of them show a yearning color, eager to take off the girl's veil, to see what kind of peerless face is hidden under the veil.

"Ahem..."Zhang Sanfeng coughed lightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Wudang Mountain is good at everything, but there are no female disciples, these three generations of disciples in their twenties have never seen much of the world on the mountain on weekdays, and the appearance of the first brother on his face makes him, the ancestor, feel ashamed.

"Is your master's anger still as big as before?" Coughing lightly twice, recalling the minds of the disciples, Zhang Sanfeng asked with a smile.

Zhou Zhiruo hesitated for a moment, took off the veil on his face, and replied respectfully: "Back to the real person, the family teacher has devoted himself to studying Buddhism, and his mental cultivation has become more and more dusty. ”

"Shhh As soon as Zhou Zhiruo took off the veil, a group of junior buddies in the hall suddenly smiled.

Wang Xu also stood on the main hall to watch the ceremony, and when he saw that this group of people were all apes, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhiruo twice.

In the movie version of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, Zhou Zhiruo is played by Li Zi, according to Wang Xu's standards, this is just an eight-point beauty, I really don't know how these Wudang disciples look dumbfounded.

Could it be that after being a soldier for three years, these Wudang disciples and Taoists have been doing it for a long time, and their cultivation is not enough, but they have become extremely hungry and thirsty.

It is possible that Wudang Mountain in the world of Heaven and Dragon Slayer seems to believe in Zhengyi, this school can marry a wife and have children, otherwise Song Yuanqiao would not have a son, and Yin Liting of the Six Heroes would not have a marriage contract with Ji Xiaofu of the Emei faction.

After Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang Mountain gradually turned to the Quanzhen Dao, and those who believe in the Tao of cultivation should be pure in heart and few desires, not swayed by the world, and can marry and have children at present.

"It's beautiful!" When Wang Xu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, a whisper came from his ear.

Looking up, I saw Song Qingshu open his mouth slightly, and he was already stunned, and saliva faintly flowed out of his mouth.

Zhang Wuji was the same, hearing Song Qingshu's words, he subconsciously replied: "Yes!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu came back to their senses at the same time, and returned to the appearance of a decent man and a gentleman, as if it was not the two of them who spoke at all.

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, Song Qingshu was hit by him at noon, he thought that this guy would work hard, but now it seems that he is really a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and he still looks out of tune.

As for Zhang Wuji, this guy is frail and sickly, he grew up on Wudang Mountain since he was a child, and he can count the women he sees with both hands.

Coupled with the seventeen-year-old Fantasia years, it is when the "hard" night is that I can't sleep, and it is strange to see an eight-point beauty who does not react.

"Humph!" Witnessing everyone's reaction, Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly, and her tone was half proud and half disgusted.

On the contrary, from beginning to end, Wang Xu, who had no expression, was given an extra glance by her, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

"What a beautiful girl, the apprentices and grandchildren of the old way are ape-like, I'm afraid I don't even know my master, usually on Mount Emei, your master must love you very much." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and swept his eyes across the hall.

Swept by his gaze, the three generations of disciples lowered their heads one after another, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Song Yuanqiao's face darkened, and he thought to himself that a dignified martial arts disciple, how could he fall under the beauty, and he must practice more in the future.

"Wuji, don't look at it, return the Heavenly Sword to her for Shigong." Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the Heavenly Sword nailed to the stone statue of the True Martial Emperor suddenly flew into his hand.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Ordinary disciples can only see that this hand is very beautiful, and only grandmasters like Wang Xu and Wudang Five Heroes can find out what this volley sword represents.

"The Heavenly Sword was nailed to the wall, at least half a palm deep, and Zhang Sanfeng's position was ten meters away from the Heavenly Sword. Ten meters apart, he grabbed the Heavenly Sword nailed to the wall, how strong Zhang Sanfeng's control of the internal force was. Wang Xu was secretly frightened, thinking that if he was promoted to the Great Grandmaster, he didn't know if he could do it.

"Senior Sister Zhiruo, your sword." Zhang Wuji took the Yitian Sword, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a dodgy gaze, as if he was afraid of the abrupt beauty.

Zhou Zhiruo was not so shy, but smiled at Zhang Wuji and said softly: "Your name is Zhang Wuji, is your father the Five Heroes of Wudang?" ”

"I, I..." At present, Zhang Wuji became incoherent, and I didn't make it clear for a long time.

Song Qingshu on the side, seeing that he couldn't stand it anymore, took the initiative to step forward and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Wuji is the son of the Fifth Senior Uncle. ”

Speaking of this, Song Qingshu clenched his fists slightly, and said loudly: "In the lower Song Qingshu, known as the jade-faced Meng Wei, my father is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes. ”

"Big fool!" Wang Xu set a label for Song Qingshu in just an instant, and looked up at Zhang Sanfeng.

In his eyes, although Zhang Sanfeng was smiling, there was dissatisfaction in the depths of his eyes, obviously not liking Song Qingshu to jump out and steal the limelight.

Even Song Qingshu's father, Song Yuanqiao, frowned slightly beside him, because everyone had already discussed that Zhang Wuji was born unable to practice martial arts, and because of his background, it was impossible to stay away from the rivers and lakes, so it was best to find him a wife who knew martial arts to take care of him.

From the moment Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth to ask Zhang Wuji to send the sword, Song Yuanqiao understood Zhang Sanfeng's plan, but Song Qingshu didn't see anything, jumped up and inserted a bar, didn't he take the initiative to take the blame for himself.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu doesn't think so, but feels very good about himself, and takes the initiative to say: "Senior Sister Zhiruo, Senior Brother Wuji, he can't speak, he blushes when he sees a girl, what do you have to ask me." ”

Hearing the sound, Zhang Wuji blushed and had a thick neck, he was all equipped to pretend to be forced, but as soon as he took out that thing, he was grassed by Song Qingshu when he turned around, how could he bear it.