He has lived in the Wudang Sect for a long time, but Fang Yuan really has nothing to clean up when he is dedicated to cultivation, he just re-found the equipment he brought when he came, prepared a few clothes, and spent three days quietly in the cultivation.

Three days later, on the martial arts arena, dozens of Wudang disciples wearing convenient close-fitting shirts stood, twelve people in each row, a total of four rows, especially the twelve people standing in the front row had the deepest breath, and the momentum on their bodies was also the heaviest.

Behind the twelve, every other row, the cultivation aura weakened by one point, but even the last row of disciples were all elites in the sect.

"Unexpectedly, the thirty-six sons of Wudang, who created a prestigious reputation, only thirteen people remained, including Changchunzi."

Fang Yuan and Wudang were in charge, Gao Gong stood at the front, looked at the phalanx in front of him, and said with emotion.

When I just got out of the town, I met bandits, or the name of the thirty-six sons of Wudang that I heard from the ears of the bandits, and judging from the reactions of the crowd, the thirty-six sons of Wudang are only afraid that they are famous.

It's just that right now, in a blink of an eye, there are only thirteen people left, among them, Changchunzi is still fighting on the front line.

"They fight for the country, dedicate themselves to the nation, and even if they go to the underworld, they have merit to protect themselves, and being a yin errand can be regarded as eating a public meal."

Zhang Xiangdao turned his left hand behind his back, looked up at the Wudang disciples standing on the martial arts arena, his eyes swept over their faces one by one, and then closed his eyes, and his tone was far away.

"At this time, in the catastrophe of Nanjing, in addition to my Wudang, Maoshan, and Dragon and Tiger Sect also made great efforts, and most of the elite disciples of Maoshan also came out, combing the leylines everywhere, or eradicating the ghosts of the Japanese invaders, running around non-stop, and there were many casualties."

"The second-generation, third-generation, and four-elephant disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, as well as the second-generation, third-generation, and twelve zodiac signs have also been released, and my Daomen disciples have done their best."

Like the thirty-six sons of Wudang, most of the major sects have their own elite disciples, and their titles are also different, among which the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect are particularly unique, because the inheritance of exercises is different, dividing the four elephants of heaven and earth, and the twelve zodiac signs.

The exercises are different, and the characteristics are also different, but they are all top-level exercises, and each lineage has the ability to break through the peak.

"The five major sects in the world, now that I have Wudang, Maoshan, and the elite disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, what about Shaolin and Tantra?"

Hearing what Zhang Zhangmen said, Fang Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked in some surprise.

"Shaolin sent one hundred and eight lay disciples down the mountain and closed the mountain, Tantra ...... There was no movement at all. ”

Zhang Xiangdao narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his forehead upward, and said in an indifferent tone.

"There are so many elite disciples of Shaolin Dharma Hall, but they only sent more than a hundred lay disciples down the mountain?"

Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows, then wrinkled tightly again, and asked in a condensed voice.

"Hehe, these lay disciples are also good at martial arts, one person can defeat three or five big men, even if he fights with Japanese devils who are good at fighting bayonets, he can win two or three battles."

Zhang Xiangdao chuckled, biting very clearly on the eyes of three or five big Chinese characters.

"Heh, it is really powerful to be able to deal with three or five big men."

Fang Yuan chuckled, his right hand was lightly clenched, and the wind and clouds above his head changed in an instant, as if there was an invisible big hand stirring the wind and clouds.

Monks in the world, not to mention such as Fang Yuan, a top master like Zhang Xiangdao, just entered the path and cultivated some true qi, not to mention that he could deal with dozens of people, and it was really ridiculous to send a group of lay disciples who could only deal with three or five men out.

"Okay, in this troubled world, they don't care, we can't ignore it, Mr. Fang, before that, we will pass the qi with Maoshan Dragon and Tiger, and I will be handed over to you as a disciple of Wudang and a child of the Daomen!"

Zhang Xiangdao shook his head, followed by a deep bow to Fang Yuan, and was stopped by Fang Yuan halfway through, looking at Zhang Xiangdao with a frown.

"I'm not acting as a bodyguard for nothing, the disciples of the Guardian Sect can, but you have to let me go to their Scripture Pavilion."

Fang Yuan's expression was straight, his eyes rolled slightly, and he said righteously.

"Haha, this is natural, it's not a secret, you are the highest cultivation that Lao Dao has ever seen in his life, we also want to see how far you can develop, after this matter, you can watch the classics of my three factions at will!"

Zhang Xiangdao laughed twice, followed by a solemn expression.

"I know in my heart that this is dangerous, if I don't go back, I will never go back, this life and death only depends on the destiny of heaven, but in any case, don't forget that you are my Han family's sons, and you are also my Wudang children!"

A group of Wudang disciples standing neatly all stood together: "Remember the teachings of the master!"

"Master Zhang, please rest assured, although I am alone, I will try my best to be optimistic about many Taoist disciples, and I will not disappoint the grace of the master's gift!"

Fang Yuan arched his hand, and his words were loud.

"So, let's go, let's go!"

Zhang Xiangdao nodded, followed by a solemn wave of the dust in his hand, and sat cross-legged with many high skills in the field, chanting the true scriptures in a low voice.

"Wudang disciple!"

Fang Yuan turned around, looked at the forty-eight Wudang disciples behind him, and shouted loudly.

"In!"

"Departing Nanjing!"

"Yes!"

With a neat response, Fang Yuan jumped forward, as if he was slow and fast, and stepped out of Xu Yuan in an instant, and a group of Wudang disciples lifted their qi and followed closely, and in just a moment, there were only a group of high-ranking skills with white temples and snow-white hair left in the martial arts arena of Nuoda.

For no reason, I remembered what Master He Anxia said at the beginning of the plot of the Taoist priest going down the mountain:

Separated by a door, there are two worlds, the world under the mountain you have not seen, good and bad, anyone will meet, your mouth should be sweet, your hands and feet must be diligent, kung fu must be practiced, do not be afraid of any difficulties.

Remember the master's words, unscrupulous means are not heroes, and do not change the original intention

What a hero!

……………………………

When Fang Yuan and Changchunzi went up the mountain, in order to show respect, they rushed to the mountain step by step, but at this time, they did run light work all the way to Nanjing, lifting their spirits and indulging themselves, and the speed was very fast.

It was only about five o'clock in the afternoon that I rushed from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Here, Fang Yuan, who was galloping all the way, stopped his tracks.

Seeing that Fang Yuan stopped, all the Wudang disciples also stopped.

"Everyone, this farewell, it may be that there will be no return, behind you is the place where you grew up, turn back and bow three times, and cry out the tears that you want to shed, after crying, there will only be blood gushing, and there will be no tears!"

Fang Yuan was carrying mana when he spoke, his voice was low but extremely emotional, and the Wudang disciple behind him was silent for a moment, then turned around and knelt down in front of the towering Wudang.

"Woo..."

I don't know whose first tears flowed first, followed by everyone burst into tears...

The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place!

Fang Yuan, who was standing behind him, looked at the scene in front of him silently, and the first cry was of course made by him.

"What qualifications do we have to forgive our ancestors for invading my homeland and killing my people...... What about the Japanese invaders? ”

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