Zhang Sanfeng accepted seven disciples in his early years, each of whom was a well-known first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and as a master, he was undoubtedly qualified.

Song Zhe's talent is not bad, coupled with his physical fitness that does not need to be tempered, his cultivation can almost be described as a thousand miles in a day.

As a martial art that Zhang Sanfeng has practiced all his life, Pure Yang Wuji Gong naturally has its subtleties. Although it does not have the kind of rigidity and yang of Jiuyang Divine Skill, it is better than being strong and continuous.

Based on this, Song Zhe strengthened his skills in practicing Taijiquan and Taijijian.

It's been three years in the blink of an eye.

Song Zhe stood alone on the mountain peak, looking into the distance.

As early as a year ago, he had already recovered his superpower of traveling through time and space, but with his current strength, Song Zhe knew that he couldn't change anything.

Martial arts cultivation to the point of reaching the pinnacle can indeed be achieved with one enemy and one hundred, but in the last days, the situation there is much more complicated. A mere martial arts grand master may not be able to beat an ordinary warrior wearing a B-rank single battle armor. Song Zhe is very confused now, on the one hand, he is giving birth to his own home, and on the other hand, he is an unprecedented paradise, how to choose?

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Song Zhe's mouth, this thought collided in his mind over and over again, and he actually knew the final choice. It was his home, and he loved the land, even if it was a ruined world, but his love for her never broke off!

"I'm going back!" Song Zhe said silently in his heart.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't know when he had come behind Song Zhe, he looked at Song Zhe's independent figure, and felt so lonely and lonely. That's not something that young people should have, it's just that as a master, Zhang Sanfeng doesn't want to interfere with the future life trajectory of his disciples.

Song Zhe's cultivation at this time has already ranked among the ranks of first-class masters, and it is at the same level as the Wudang Seven Heroes. Maybe in the near future, the Wudang Seven Heroes will become the Wudang Eight Heroes.

"Master, you're here." Song Zhe temporarily suppressed his thoughts and looked at Zhang Sanfeng behind him with a smile.

Smile, this is another precious thing he has learned in the past three years.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, nodded with a smile, and his eyes were full of satisfied appreciation.

He accepted a total of eight apprentices in his life, and the first seven had mediocre martial arts qualifications, and he couldn't really inherit his mantle at all, so he was already downsized, but Song Zhe unexpectedly broke into his life.

"Apprentice, the things that the teacher can teach you have basically been taught to you, and the rest needs to be constantly studied and worked hard by yourself. If you want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, remember not to rush for quick success. Zhang Sanfeng said earnestly.

Song Zhe bowed down and said, "I've written it down." ”

The old Taoist priest was kind and kind, just like three years ago, and the years did not seem to have taken away a trace of him.

"That's right, that kid Wuji has always been curious about what his little uncle looks like, you used to be busy with cultivation and didn't have time, but now that your cultivation has come to an end, it's better to go and see that kid, speaking of which, the age gap between you is not big, and there should be many common languages. If it weren't for the ...... back then, hey, forget it, it's okay for you to move around more, and if you want to break through the next realm, just studying hard and practicing hard won't work. ”

Zhang Wuji was injured by two old things in Xuan Ming when he was a child, and Song Zhe naturally knew about it after staying for so long. What can be eradicated by one's own master must be very difficult.

Song Zhe silently wrote it down in his heart, and then said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go and see Wuji." ”

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At this time, Zhang Wuji was hiding behind a wall and secretly watching the Wudang disciples practice, his eyes were full of envy.

I have to say that he has a bad fate, his parents died when he was young, and he is also deeply troubled by cold poison, so he can't live a normal life, and his senior brother Song Qingshu is not a good bird.

Song Qingshu naturally saw Zhang Wuji, but he didn't care about this kind of waste.

At this time, the two of them are completely two worlds, one is holding the moon with stars, and the other is insignificant.

When Song Zhe found Zhang Wuji, it was this scene.

"Uncle Song is good." Zhang Wuji opened his mouth to say hello.

This is a very polite teenager, and Song Zhe's first impression of him is good.

As for Song Qingshu, even if he saw Song Zhe's arrival, he pretended not to see it. He had been practicing martial arts for some years, at least much earlier than Song Zhe. He has always been worried about the fact that Song Zhe, a young man about the same age as him, became his uncle.

He is a proud person and thinks he is no worse than anyone else, but Song Zhe just pressed him steadily.

In the past, the most discussed thing in private by the disciples of Wudang Mountain was his Song Qingshu, but now he has become the little uncle of Wudang Mountain.

Jealousy, resentment......

All kinds of negative emotions were brewing in his heart, waiting for the day when they would ferment.

Song Qingshu didn't come to greet him, and Song Zhe didn't bother to deal with him, this time it was at Zhang Sanfeng's request that he find Zhang Wuji, otherwise he would probably still be cultivating at this time.

"Mowgli, let's go."

"Okay, Uncle Shi!" Zhang Wuji has not had any playmates since he was a child, so he was naturally overjoyed by Song Zhe's invitation.

The two walked in Wudang Mountain, and Zhang Wuji was talking all the way, and Song Zhe occasionally interjected a few words.

It's summer, the season when everything is in full bloom.

Looking at the energetic Zhang Wuji, thinking about what happened to him, Song Zhe suddenly felt a bright light. Zhang Wuji's experience is naturally better than him, at least he still has this beautiful world.

However, in terms of adaptability, Song Zhe, who grew up in the last days, must be much stronger than Zhang Wuji.

Since Zhang Wuji can face life optimistically, Song Zhe has no reason to lament. It is true that the end times are dangerous, and the monsters of dimensional rifts are equivalent to the martial arts masters here, even more powerful than the martial arts masters. But so what?

Monsters are strong, as long as they are stronger than monsters.

It's like drawing a line segment on paper, how do you make the line short without changing the size?

The answer is to draw a longer line.

Song Zhe believes that as long as he doesn't die and uses the superpower of shuttling through the world, he will definitely become stronger when he travels to and from world to world, and one day he will gain the power to end the troubled times!

"Uncle Shi, what do you say a woman is like?" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Zhe with a wistful expression.

Song Zhe retracted his thoughts, and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded after listening to Zhang Wuji's words.

At this age, in Wudang Mountain, which is not a monk's nest, for so many years, it's no wonder that this kid thinks about women.

"Woman, you'll know when you marry in the future."

Zhang Wuji's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he said faintly: "My master said that like me, I can't get married at all." ”