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Zhang Cuishan finally went down Wudang Mountain alone, Ning Anxin was helpless, let himself say that the sky was broken, Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and didn't let himself go down the mountain...

Song Yuanqiao is even more non-negotiable!

That night, Ning An tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, Wudang Mountain was a cage, although Zhang Sanfeng, the great martial arts master, guided him, but if he had to stay for a few years, he would probably die of depression.

Especially Song Yuanqiao, he is commensurate with the "rebel" at every turn, Ning An really wants to punch him twice on the head, but in the end, he is still aggrieved.

It's not that Ning An is afraid of Song Yuanqiao, in fact, under Ning An's observation in the past two days, the strength of the second-generation disciples of Wudang is not better than his own.

Although internal force and Dan Jin are not the same, they also have their own merits, in the words of national arts, cultivating internal force is more in line with the idea of practicing one breath of internal strength.

Dan Jin actually pays attention to the change of light and shade, in fact, in the main hall of Zixiao Palace that day, the finger print on the gold ingot, Ning An, can also be pinched out, and it is very easy.

Therefore, Ning An's combat effectiveness is definitely not inferior to the good players in the rivers and lakes in Song Yuanqiao's mouth, of course, Zhang Sanfeng's bug is not counted.

As soon as they waved the dust, Song Yuanqiao took a step back, and Ning An looked carefully, and the dust did not touch Song Yuanqiao at all, indicating that this was a force from the air!

I'm obedient, do you want to be so exaggerated?

Dan Jin can also hit people in the air, but it is only three or five inches, and it can't be transmitted through weapons, which is obviously a bit different from internal force.

The most important thing is light skill, in the world of martial arts, light skill is definitely an elusive escape skill.

It's okay to use it to install forks, the key is not to use it!

But the key is that anyone who can do light work, jumps five or six feet, and disappears with two taps on his toes, Ning An thought it was before, but now he is numb!

The national art has been cultivated to the realm of Danjin, and he can't run away, a third-rate martial artist who can do light skills on the rivers and lakes, do you say that he is angry or not?

But fortunately, Wudang also has a top-notch light skill, Tiyun Zong! Legend has it that if you step on your right foot with your left foot and step on your left foot with your right foot, you can go to heaven...

Although it is not so exaggerated, it is indeed one of the top light skills on the rivers and lakes! It's a pity that Ning An has wasted his internal strength!

Internal forces are abolished...

Thinking about it, Ning An kicked off the quilt, put on his clothes and went to walk outside, but in the darkness and haze, he saw a person walking solemnly, it was Zhang Sanfeng!

Ning An subconsciously hid behind the pillar, and didn't dare to move, but after thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't detect it at such a close distance?

Even if it is himself, Grandmaster Danjin's perception can be perceived, not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, it is better to look at it so generously.

Taking out the small Mazha from the system space, Ning An sat down to watch what Zhang Sanfeng was doing.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng walk for a while, look up at the sky, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and wrote in the air one by one.

The sleeves are fluttering, the fairy wind is bone, it is Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng is both civil and military, chanting poetry and writing, and the disciples are used to it, and they are not surprised.

Ning An followed the strokes of his fingers, and it turned out that the word "mourning" was written, and he wrote it several times, and then wrote the word "poison".

"Hey, isn't this a funeral post?"

I think that when Ning'an robbed the tomb back then, there were countless treasures in the world, and although the funeral post was precious, it did not escape Ning'an's palm.

Go to the system space and find it!

This time, Zhang Sanfeng copied the funeral post, the knot was longitudinal, the severity of the disease was extremely varied, and he got rid of the remnants of the official book and the chapter grass, and wrote first and then grass, which shows the drastic changes in his feelings from depression to agitation!

Ning An suddenly thought that Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing in front of him, was regarded as a myth, and Zhang Sanfeng, who was immortal and boneful, was also a flesh-and-blood person!

During the day, he can collapse in front of Mount Tai without changing his face, and at night, he will also wander wantonly because of the lifelong disability of the third disciple Yu Daiyan!

Zhang Sanfeng wrote a few times, sighed long, paced to the atrium, muttered for a long time, and stretched out his fingers to write.

The font written this time is not the same as before, Ning An followed the trend of his fingers, the first word was a "Wu" word, and the second word was written a "forest"!

Written down all the way, the total number of words is twenty-four, which is exactly the few words mentioned during the day: "Martial arts supreme, sword slaying dragon, command the world, don't dare not obey, leaning on the sky, who will compete!" ”

This is really expressing his feelings, Yu Daiyan is disabled for life because of the dragon slaying knife, how sad is this?

I'm afraid in his eyes, what can the dragon slayer knife do? Commanding the world is just a joke! The Heavenly Sword is sharp, and it is half as important as Yu Daiyan?

Unconsciously, Ning An didn't even realize that he was now immersed in endless grief like Zhang Sanfeng.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng write again and again, twenty-four words written over and over, the strokes became longer and longer, but the gestures became slower and slower.

Ning An suddenly realized, and before he knew it, Zhang Sanfeng had evolved a set of extremely clever fists and feet in these twenty-four words!

Each word contains a number of tricks, there are a number of changes, the dragon word and the front word stroke is very much, the knife word and the next word stroke is very few, but the stroke is more than the sense of its complexity, the stroke is less than its ugliness!

Ning An suddenly closed his eyes, one stroke at a time, a silent memory of one move and one style, and when he was interested, he also got up to try out a few hands.

After traveling through several heavenly worlds, Ning An's qualifications can be called geniuses, and he roughly remembers ninety percent just by watching Zhang Sanfeng's drills a few times!

When he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Sanfeng twice, Ning An had already mastered this set of kung fu, and asked himself if he could play eight or nine without leaving ten.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the sky and said, "Qingshu, how is the calligraphy along the way?" What did you learn from it? ”

Ning An didn't dare to slack off, kicked away Xiao Mazha, and arched his hand and said: "Master Tai really deserves to be the great master of martial arts, you seem to be writing a book freely, but in fact, you are comprehending a set of extremely deep kung fu!" If the apprentice is not talented, he will also learn the ninth layer! ”

It's all Ning An's modesty to say this, in fact, you have honestly mastered this set of kung fu, but Zhang Sanfeng was still shocked.

When he was a child, he had already concluded that although Song Qingshu, the head of the third generation of Wudang, was slightly talented, he did not reach the point where he would never forget it today.

"Qingshu, you're really different!"

Zhang Sanfeng said with a deep meaning, Ning An's face remained unchanged, he couldn't find out that he was a traverser, could he not open his mind?

"People always have to become, okay, isn't it over?"

Ning An said a little mischievously, several lifetimes of experience, although the addition of a piece is not half as old as Zhang Sanfeng, but the mysterious and miraculous is even more on it, in the final analysis, it is fate!

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Zhang Sanfeng swept away the depression and said three in a row! The road ahead suddenly brightened, and he left laughing, but there was a little more relief in his eyes.

Except for Ning An, no one knew that on this night, Zhang Sanfeng was in love, sad and angry when he was mourned, and depressed when he was poisoned.

Zhang Sanfeng was so affectionate that he turned the twenty-four characters into a set of martial arts, he didn't have this intention when he wrote it, and it was even more coincidental that Ning An saw it.

The old and young are intoxicated, immersed in the combination of martial arts and calligraphy, and stepping into the realm of forgetting things and me, which is also a legend!

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