Don't play like this!

Zhao Min was aggrieved in his heart.

Song Zhe didn't have time to think about those bends, he only knew one thing now, removing the single battle armor, he was not invincible in the world now.

At least he can't beat his own master.

In addition, he also learned from Zhang Sanfeng that a hundred years ago, there were still many masters like him in the martial arts, especially Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect more than a hundred years ago.

The timing of Song Zhe's coming here is not good, and he may be able to see the inheritor of Dugu's defeat, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, earlier.

Thinking of Yang Guo, Song Zhe suddenly remembered that his Xuantie heavy sword was made into the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife, which is said to contain the world's first peerless Nine Yin True Scripture, which is a good thing that integrates the world's martial arts into one furnace.

"Mowgli, why don't you take Miss Zhao to the back to rest."

Zhang Wuji came back to his senses and hurriedly led the way in front.

Zhao Min glanced at Song Zhe with some resentment, and finally sighed. Whoever makes the situation now no one strong, and the threats do not work.

"Master, I want to unify the martial arts!" Song Zhe's words are not shocking, and he is endless.

The old Taoist priest used too much force, and pulled off a handful of his white beard directly, which made him grin in pain.

"What did you say?"

"The disciples want to unify the martial arts, and you have also seen the situation today, the power of the imperial court is strong, and they have been using the six factions of the Central Plains to fight against the Ming Sect from the very beginning. This time they were designed to wipe me out, and if it weren't for the secret weapon I had in my hands, I would have really planted it this time. What Song Zhe said was true, and the old Taoist priest also recognized it, but he always felt unrealistic.

"Zhe'er, you must know that the Central Plains martial arts seem to be harmonious, but in fact, they are all playing their own wishful thinking. Needless to say, today's situation is that in the past, the various factions were at loggerheads with each other. Especially with the view of the portal, that's a big problem. Especially the bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple, there is no difference between you having to make them submit and killing them. Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth to persuade.

Song Zhe showed a confident and cold smile, "Master, sometimes, someone has to do something, doesn't it?" What was the state of martial arts a hundred years ago, when there were not a few innate masters, and martial arts were prosperous. Even the imperial court did not dare to easily fight the idea of martial arts. But, what about now? ”

"Wulin has become a dog in the imperial court, or the kind of dog that can kill and eat meat at any time! Today we offended the imperial court and arrested the daughter of the king of Ruyang, and we have torn our faces with the imperial court, and the imperial court will definitely not let go of Wudang Mountain. Then, if we want to protect ourselves in such troubled times, we can only continue to expand our strength.

Let the court also weigh whether it is suitable when it wants to fight our idea. Besides, now is the best opportunity to unify the martial arts. Most of the high-ranking members of the five major factions were killed or injured today, and the rest was just a group of local chickens and dogs, which was insignificant. When the time comes, it is up to them to surrender or not.

To unify the martial arts, the first thing to do is to open the classics of various sects and realize sharing. Martial arts civilizations can only produce sparks and progress in collisions. Secondly, it is necessary to recruit disciples and constantly develop its own power. In addition, our forces were weak in the early stage, so we should join forces with Mingjiao......"

Song Zhe said a lot, and the old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard it, he had never found that his disciple had such great ambitions. This is to compete with the imperial court, and to be the rhythm of another emperor!

There is also a little bit that the old Taoist priest is very entangled, today Song Zhe killed Wei Yixiao with his own hands, and this is a mortal enmity with Wei Yixiao's faction.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest hurriedly reminded Song Zhe.

"Master rest assured, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Wei Yi died as soon as he smiled, his faction was busy fighting for power and profit at this time, who would avenge him. We only need to choose a person to show our support and support him to control the forces under him, and then we can naturally turn the conflict into a jade silk. ”

People's hearts, don't look at the old Taoist priest who lived for more than a hundred years, when it comes to understanding human nature, Song Zhe is more authoritative.

The struggle for power is not a big deal in the last days.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that what Song Zhe said made sense.

"Good apprentice, what you said seems to be right, but I still can't figure it out as a teacher, and my brain hurts when I think about it. As a teacher, I will ask you, can you eat fragrant and spicy food as a teacher in the future, and go down to the kiln room to see Yan Niang'er? ”

Yan Niang'er is the old Taoist priest's good friend in the smoke willow place, cough cough, the relationship between the two is really pure between men and women. Zhang Sanfeng's childlike body is the best proof of this.

But what about the facts? It's because the old Taoist priest is afraid that the boy will die early, and he still wants to live a few more years.

Song Zhe had long been accustomed to the old Taoist's disobedience.

nodded, "Master don't worry, go find Yan Niang'er, everything is with me." ”

"Haha, that's what you're waiting for! When you are old, this world belongs to you young people, and it is your young people after all. But for the teacher to remind you, among the five major factions, the water in Shaolin Temple is the deepest, just for the teacher to know, there is a bald donkey in the mountain behind Shaolin Temple whose skill is not under me, you have to be careful. ”

Song Zhe was a little moved, his life experience from childhood to adulthood made him fully aware of the ugliness of human nature, and he thought that this situation would continue until the end of his life. Then, he came here and met Zhang Zhenren.

"Master!" Song Zhe stopped the old Taoist priest.

He took out the A-grade genetic potion from his arms, "You will live to be two hundred years old!" As he spoke, he rolled up Zhang Sanfeng's sleeves and inserted the A-grade genetic medicine into the old Taoist's arm.

The old Taoist priest did not make any resistance, he has always been sincere to his disciples, and he also sincerely trusts that his disciples will not harm him. It is precisely because of this trust that every disciple taught by Zhang Zhenren has great respect for him.

As the light blue potion was injected into Zhang Sanfeng's body, he keenly felt the changes in himself.

"It's ......"

"Master, now go back and eat quickly, preferably meat, let people go and shoot two wild boars, you will feel very hungry for the past two days. But it doesn't matter, it's fine after these two days. As for the wonders, in a few days you can go to the beautiful girl to experience it yourself! Song Zhe teased at the end.

Zhang Sanfeng scolded: "This stinky boy! ”

He naturally believed Song Zhe's words, and there were some things that Song Zhe didn't say, but he actually guessed some.

Combined with Song Zhe's performance over the years, as well as some of what happened today, the old Taoist priest already knew that Song Zhe was not from this world. That blue genetic potion, he also knew was a good thing.

He already felt the effect.

He had sensed that his flesh was growing, and he had a feeling of returning to youth.