Song Zhe patted him on the shoulder, not knowing how to comfort him for a while.

In fact, there was no need for Song Zhe to comfort him, Zhang Wuji quickly adjusted his state, he said with a smile: "Actually, it's not that there is no remedy, Shigong said that as long as I learn the martial arts of Zhigang and Yang, the cold poison in my body will naturally disappear." ”

"The martial arts of the most rigid and yang?" Song Zhe recalled carefully, although the Pure Yang Wuji Gong he was cultivating now could be regarded as a Yang attribute exercise, it was still a lot short of Zhigang to Yang. Otherwise, where could Zhang Sanfeng make Zhang Wuji suffer for so long?

"Maybe Lefa will work." Song Zhe made a rare joke.

Zhang Wuji smiled and nodded, "What Uncle Shi said is that when it rains and thunders, I will run to the top of the mountain to try it." ”

"Don't, when the time comes, he will be killed by thunder, your master will look for me, I can't beat him."

As he spoke, both of them laughed.

After laughing for a while, Zhang Wuji said with a straight face: "In fact, there is really a martial art in this world, called "Jiuyang Divine Skill", which is said to be born from "Jiuyin True Scripture", but Shigong said that this martial art should be from Shaolin Temple. ”

Song Zhe has been here for three years, although he rarely walks around, but his understanding of martial arts is still very comprehensive, and generally speaking, the worst martial arts with attributes are also among the first-class. If this Nine Yang Divine Skill can actually dissolve the Xuanming Divine Palm, then it must be no weaker than the Pure Yang Wuji Skill he is cultivating now.

Zhang Sanfeng said that the pure Yang Wuji Gong can't break the child's body, I don't know if this Jiuyang Divine Skill also has this requirement, in one, get one more exercise, it will also help in the future.

"Did your master say where this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" is?" Song Zhe asked.

Zhang Wuji thought for a while and said: "It seems that under the cliff behind Wudang Mountain, there was once a guy who had cultivated Jiuyang Divine Skill who came to challenge Shizu, was defeated by Shizu, and jumped directly from the cliff. I don't know if he jumped down or whether he was dead or alive. ”

Song Zhe patted him on the shoulder and said, "Jiren has his own heavenly appearance, Uncle Shi will go down at night to see if he can find his corpse, maybe he can find the secret book of Jiuyang Divine Skill from his corpse." ”

Zhang Wuji smiled and was very happy.

"By the way, Mowgli, why did you remember to ask a woman today?" This is exactly what Song Zhe is strange about.

Zhang Wuji smiled embarrassedly, "Uncle Shi, today is the day when the Emei faction retrieves the Heavenly Sword, and they have sent a disciple named Zhou Zhiruo...... Speaking of the back, this kid's face turned red.

Song Zhe silently read the name in his heart, and then smiled: "What do you want to do so much?" In the future, when you obtain divine skills and dissolve cold poison, you will rely on your skills, and women will have it! ”

The two talked and laughed and walked away, and not far away, a beautiful woman was hiding in the corner and secretly watching the two.

"It turns out that he is Song Zhe, and he looks really talented, but he doesn't know what his strength is?" Zhou Zhiruo muttered to herself.

Song Zhe knew that someone was following him, but his strength was average, and he couldn't attract his attention.

In the morning, he accompanied Zhang Wuji to say something, and in the afternoon, Song Zhe found Zhang Sanfeng and asked about the whereabouts of "Jiuyang Divine Skill".

"Jiuyang Divine Skill, this is indeed an extremely strong martial art." Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and said: "The matter of the fire foreman Tuo must have been told to you by Wuji, at that time, the teacher fought against him, if he wasn't a boy body cultivator, the teacher might not be able to beat him." ”

Song Zhe was stunned when he heard this, "Does this Jiuyang Divine Skill and Pure Yang Wuji Skill need to maintain a child's body?" ”

"It's not necessary, it seems that it doesn't matter if you cultivate to the ninth level, what, do you want to learn? If you have nothing to do, you can go to the bottom of the cliff in the back mountain. Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, not paying attention to his disciple's change in martial arts at all.

Although the old Taoist priest is more than 100 years old, his temperament is very much in line with the appetite of young people, and he is not rigid.

He also knew that with the skill of the fire foreman Tuo, jumping from the cliff would not necessarily fall to his death, but out of awe of the master, Lao Dao had never gone down to explore over the years.

Now that Song Zhe is interested, it doesn't hurt to go down and take a look.

If he can practice divine skills by chance, it will not only be able to relieve the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body, but also allow him to free up his hands and settle the grudges of the year.

Song Zhe walked alone on the mountain path, carefully pondering the Jiuyang Divine Skill in his mind.

According to Zhang Sanfeng, this Jiuyang Divine Skill is half a step higher than the Pure Yang Wuji Skill, at least if he cultivates now, he will definitely be able to change from a first-class master to a peerless master.

In the exploration of becoming stronger, Song Zhe's goal has always been clear.

"Let's go down and have a look tonight." He made a decision in his mind.

At the same time, a conspiracy against Zhang Wuji gradually unfolded.

Song Zhe's appearance did not disrupt Zhang Wuji's original life trajectory, he still met Zhou Zhiruo, and was still confused by Zhou Zhiruo's seemingly weak appearance, so that he was framed by him and besieged by Wudang's disciples.

Xiao Zhao, dressed in red, rescued him when he was helpless, and the two sides fell into a scuffle......

……

Song Zhe got the news he wanted, meditated and breathed, and took advantage of the fact that the sky was still acceptable, and went down the cliff along the mountain road alone.

The cliff that looks like an abyss is actually hanging with countless vines, Song Zhe originally thought that it would take a lot of effort, but with this thing, it is not difficult to reach the bottom of the cliff, and at the same time, he is sure that the fire foreman Tuo must still be alive.

The bottom of the cliff is quite spacious, Song Zhe observes the surrounding environment, if you put aside the blue sky and white clouds above your head, this is a good place.

"Wha!"

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from far and near, and Song Zhe looked at the source of the sound vigilantly, and his whole body tensed.

It's true that he's close to being a first-class master now, but he's not at the top of it, and he's still far from being a peerless master.

The only person who can make such a laugh here is the fire foreman Tuo back then, who can compete with Zhang Sanfeng!

Song Zhe quickly went through the thoughts in his mind, and touched the watch in his left hand with his right hand.

The solo armor is still there, which gives him a lot of confidence. At the same time, it is also his biggest hole card so far.

A stone ball rolled over, and a bushy savage opened his mouth and said, "Wudang disciple? ”

"Fire Foreman!" Song Zhe stared at him calmly.

The fire foreman Tuo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Since you know my name, you must have an unusual relationship with Zhang Sanfeng's old immortal, boy, since you have come here today, it is really an eye-opener." Wait for me to eat you, to avenge the revenge of the year! ”

Song Zhe was completely defeated by his theory, and he took the initiative to challenge him, but if he couldn't beat it, he jumped off the cliff, and now he is to blame Zhang Sanfeng! What a man!