If Ning An can judge Zhang Sanfeng's reality and reality, then Zhang Wuji is a little worse, he knows that Master Tai's injury is not light, and he is hesitant to decide: "Do you show your identity to save Master Tai?" ”

But seeing that Ning An was as immobile as a mountain, Zhang Wuji could only hold back the grief and indignation in his heart.

At this time, the Zhike Taoist suddenly had something important to say: "Third Uncle, the people of the Demon Sect have arrived outside the palace, and they want to see the ancestor and grandfather, and they have foul language, saying that they want to step on Wudang..."

Yu Daiyan shouted: "Shut up! ”

He was afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would be distracted and aggravate his injuries.

However, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and said: "King Kong is not trivial, it seems that you have to rest for three months, otherwise the injury will be difficult to heal." ”

Ning An pursed his lips and said in his heart: "You old man just pretend, such a little injury, with your hundred-year pure yang Wuji skill, isn't it resolved in minutes?" ”

At this time, Yu Daiyan said: "Master, the Demon Sect thieves are afraid that it is indispensable to fight when they come to my Wudang, you better avoid it first, and I will go to command..."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Dai Yan, life and death, there is nothing to worry about, but the Wudang faction's mastery cannot be interrupted because of this.

I sat in the prison for eighteen months, and I realized the essence of martial arts in the world, a set of Tai Chi and Tai Chi swords, and I passed it on to you at this moment. ”

Ning An's eyes didn't roll, can the Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng be at the same level as the Tai Chi that has been handed down in later generations?

If you want to talk about the root of this inner boxing, in Ning An's opinion, it is still in Zhang Sanfeng, this is the real ancestor of inner boxing.

Yu Daiyan was stunned, thinking that he had been crippled for a long time, what kind of boxing and swordsmanship could he learn? What's more, at this time, the strong enemy had already entered the audience and shouted: "Master..."

Zhang Sanfeng just smiled faintly and said slowly: "Since the opening of the Wudang faction, he has been doing many benevolent and righteous things, and he should never stop from here!"

Moreover, my set of Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword is completely different from the way of ordinary martial arts, paying attention to static braking and preempting others.

I was able to create this set of martial arts in my twilight years, the second generation of disciples are not around except you, and the third and fourth generations of disciples have no outstanding talents except for Qingshu Wuji.

Besides, they are not in the mountains! ”

Zhang Sanfeng paused as he spoke, seemingly pondering, while Zhang Wuji and Yu Daiyan lowered their heads, only sadness in their hearts.

Only Ning An secretly saw that Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Zhang Wuji, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng said again: "Dai Yan, you have the heavy responsibility of passing on Wudang's unique learning, what is the honor and disgrace of Wudang for a day?" You only need to pass on Taijiquan to future generations, and my Wudang name will be immortalized. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng was unexpectedly radiant and arrogant, and he didn't take the Demon Sect of the powerful enemy to heart at all.

Zhang Sanfeng stood up slowly, his hands drooped, the backs of his hands outward, his feet separated and parallel, and then his arms were slowly raised to his chest, his left arm was half ringed, his palm and face were turned into a yin palm, and his right palm was turned over into a yang palm.

"This is the starting style of Tai Chi!"

Follow the drill of one move and one style, what: holding the tail of the bird, the single whip, the handle style, the white crane shining wings...

Ning An watched intently, and had already learned Taijiquan, once comprehended, the more he looked at it, the more he became fascinated, and saw Zhang Sanfeng's hands round, each move contained Taiji-style yin and yang changes, subtle and mysterious, it really opened up a new world that had never been seen in martial arts.

A set of Tai Chi boxing, Zhang Sanfeng was calm, although after a serious injury, but after a set of boxing exercises, the spirit was healthy.

In the end, Zhang Sanfeng said: "The trick of Taijiquan is to strengthen the void spirit, pull the chest and pull the back, loosen the waist and hang the hips, sink the shoulders and elbows, sixteen words!"

Purely with intention, the most taboo force! The unity of form and spirit is the gist of this boxing method, Dai Yan, how many layers do you understand? ”

Yu Daiyan said: "The disciple is foolish and knows three or four percent, but he has memorized the moves and formulas. ”

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "It's hard for you." If Lianzhou is here, he can understand fifty percent, and Cuishan has the highest understanding, if he has three years of hard work, he can pass on my stunt..."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't finish speaking, but he could only hear Sanqing Palace, and an old and long voice came from afar: "Since Zhang Sanfeng has shrunk his head, let's slaughter his disciples and grandchildren first." ”

Another sharp voice said: "Burn Lao Dao, that's cheap him, let's capture him and tie him up to parade among various sects, so that everyone can see the appearance of this martial arts master who is old and immortal." ”

When Ning An heard such insulting words about Zhang Sanfeng, his pupils shrank, and his anger was not obvious, but he silently sentenced them to death.

"Let's go, Dai Yan, let's go and see!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves and walked out of the door.

Yu Daiyan said: "Carry me and follow the master." Ning An and Zhang Wuji lifted the soft chair and followed behind Zhang Sanfeng.

When the four of them came to the temple, they saw that the temple was sitting or standing, and the black pressure was all human heads, and there were always three or four hundred people.

Zhang Sanfeng sat in the high hall, slightly clenched his fists as a salute, but did not speak, Yu Daiyan said loudly: "This is my master Zhang Zhenren, you have come to my Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away, what do you have to say?" ”

Zhang Sanfeng's name, the mighty martial arts for decades, everyone's eyes are focused on Zhang Sanfeng, seeing that he is wearing a simple gray sermon robe, except for his eyebrows like silver and tall figure, there is nothing special about it.

Ning An saw that half of them were wearing the uniforms of the Ming Sect, but the more than ten people led by them were wearing their own clothes, thinking that they were arrogant and unwilling to pretend to be others.

Tall and short monks and laymen, hundreds of people huddled together in the hall, it was difficult to take a closer look at the face for a while, but the people whose mouths were dirty and foul-mouthed, Ning An locked them at a glance!

It's the two people from the Western Regions who are the leader!

At this moment, someone suddenly called outside the door: "The sect leader has arrived!" When all the people in the hall heard this, they immediately fell silent.

Ning An's eyes suddenly showed a cold light!

This is even bigger than my own pomp!

"Made! This sect master is genuine, and you can't pretend to be it! Ahh ”

Finally, I saw eight people carrying a yellow satin sedan chair, and another seven or eight people supporting the front and back, stopping at the door, and the eight sedan chair drivers carrying the sedan chair were the eight heroes of the divine arrow.

Ning An glanced at it and found that Zhang Wuji was touching the ashes in the incense burner with both hands, and then smeared it on his face.

"Afraid of what? Can I still eat you? ”

Ning An asked teasingly, Zhang Wuji didn't dare to speak, but Yu Daiyan on the side suddenly scolded in a low voice: "Silence!" ”

Zhang Wuji hurriedly pretended to be calm!

Then the car door was lifted, and out came a young man, dressed in a white robe, embroidered with a blood-red flame, gently shaking the folding fan, it was Zhao Min who was dressed as a man.

Ning An's eyes became more and more strange when he looked at Zhang Wuji.

Sure enough, this big man who touches his feet is still a person who is afraid!

Zhao Min looked around, took a few steps forward with the folding fan, and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Late in charge of the Ming Sect Song Qingshu, today I can see Wulin Beidou, what a blessing!" ”

This time, it was Ning An's turn to be stunned, he was obviously sent to Zhang Wuji for something, why did Zhao Min still pretend to be himself?

Zhang Wuji looked at Ning Andi's eyes even more strangely, a little jealous, and thought: "These two people, there won't be any unsavory relationship, right?" ”

Only Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "Qingshu? Girl, do you know how good my Qingshu disciple is? Not surprisingly, the world is rare to meet opponents! ”