Chen Feng was holding a book with a light blue cover in his hand, on which were written three big characters in thorn gold - "Tiyun Zong".

Tiyun Zongyi is the light skill of the Wudang School, which pays attention to the lightness of the body, and does not confuse the opponent with changeable footwork, the gist is that the body is light, and the height is free to advance and retreat, which can be described as the light skill in the light work!

Chen Feng believes that the most outstanding martial arts of the Wudang School is not Tai Chi Sword or Tai Chi Boxing, it is this Tiyun Zong, and no other sect has any light function comparable to it.

There is a poem that says: In the red dust of murder, if you don't have a good light skill, you won't be able to get out of it so well after killing.

Chen Feng sat down on the spot, he knew that the rules of the Martial Pavilion were that he could only borrow them in the Martial Pavilion, and he could not take the cheats out of the Martial Pavilion, but with his memory, he could imprint the entire cheats in his mind just once.

About half an hour later, Chen Feng walked out of the martial arts pavilion, tried to carry the ladder cloud vertical, and just after transporting it, he felt a burst of lightness under his feet, as if there was a pair of invisible hands supporting his two legs, and it was very effortless to walk.

Chen Feng experienced the wonder of light power for the first time, and immediately tried a few more times, only to find that with his current internal strength, he was empty after ten minutes of walking with the ladder cloud.

In order to experience that feeling again, he had to meditate and exercise his skills, and use the Wudang Mind Method to restore his internal strength, but although this Wudang Mind Method is also a superior mental method, the speed of recovering his internal force makes Chen Feng not very satisfied.

If there is a better way to do it.......

Chen Feng's first thought was the Jiuyang Sutra, and the protagonist Zhang Wuji sang all the way after obtaining the Jiuyang Divine Skill, from a waste man with heavy cold and poison to a martial arts master with deep internal strength.

The plot of Heaven and Dragon Slayer has long been rotten in his heart, and the Jiuyang True Scripture is nothing more than in two places, one is in the belly of the white ape under the cliff near Hongmei Villa, or it is buried by Zhang Wuji in the woods near Hongmei Villa, as for where the specific location depends on how far the plot has developed now.

Thinking of the Jiuyang True Scripture, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and he couldn't wait to find it immediately, but after calming down, he decided to continue to practice in Wudang Mountain for a while, and wait until he had comprehended the Tiyun Vertical Integration, and then it was not too late to go down the mountain.

.......

A month passed quietly.

Chen Feng is already very proficient in the use of Tiyun Zong, and was inadvertently seen by Song Yuanqiao when he practiced once, and was shocked by Song Yuanqiao.

Chen Feng's status in the Wudang faction is now almost the same as that of Song Qingshu, and some people are even secretly speculating whether Zhang Sanfeng will pass on the position of head to Chen Feng?

"Master, I want to go down to Wudang Mountain and go to the rivers and lakes to practice!" Chen Feng felt that the time was right, so he decided to go down the mountain to find the Jiuyang True Scripture.

Song Yuanqiao was quite pleased, nodded and said, "Yes, the rivers and lakes are the best whetstones."

"So the master agreed?" Chen Feng asked in surprise, of course, Song Yuanqiao agreed that it was best, if he didn't agree, he could only secretly go down the mountain.

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment and said, "Although I agree with you to go down the mountain, you must be vigilant everywhere when you go out, especially the evil Mingjiao. ”

"Got it, master." Chen Feng replied casually, Mingjiao was not a crooked demon in his mind, but everyone stood on a different position.

Song Yuanqiao patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and reminded, "The disciples of my Wudang faction are all good men, they do the right thing, and they have to draw their swords to help when they see injustices on the road, remember?" ”

"Disciple remember!" After Chen Feng finished speaking, he exchanged a few words with Song Yuanqiao, and then walked towards the bottom of Wudang Mountain.

After going down Wudang Mountain, after walking for a distance like a headless fly, he finally met an old woodcutter who passed along the way, and he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Old man, dare to ask how to go to Hongmei Villa?" ”

The woodcutter glanced at Chen Feng and asked tentatively, "Dare to ask if it is the Taoist leader of the Wudang faction?" ”

"The Taoist leader doesn't dare to be a disciple, but the disciples of the Wudang faction can be called it." Chen Feng replied very stiffly, after all, he had passed the big test in the outer court, and he was already a righteous disciple of the Wudang faction.

The woodcutter suddenly knelt down in front of Chen Feng, and said with tears in his eyes, "Please also ask the Taoist chief to help me!" ”

The woodcutter was almost the same age as Chen Feng's father, Chen Feng felt a burst of sadness, and hurriedly helped him up and comforted, "Old man, don't get excited, if you have something to say, speak slowly." ”

"I am a family from Shiqiao Village in the east, and there is a rich family in the village, Qiao Sangui, who is rich and unkind, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil! I came this time to ask for help from the Taoist leaders of Wudang Mountain."

Chen Feng frowned for a while, and replied, "Don't worry, our Wudang faction has taken over this matter!" After saying that, he walked with the woodcutter to Shiqiao Village.

is not only uneven, Chen Feng also has a purpose is to collect money, after all, he doesn't have much silver on himself when he goes down the mountain this time, and it is inevitable that he will have some living difficulties.

Along the way, the woodcutter kept pouring bitter water on Chen Feng, his few acres of fertile land were occupied by this Qiao Sangui, not to mention, even his daughter was forcibly robbed as his concubine, relying on a few years of kung fu plus a group of household heads under his hands, the villagers dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

After walking for a long time, the two finally returned to Shiqiao Village before dark.

This Shiqiao Village is a good place by the mountains and rivers, but it is a pity that there is such a bully, otherwise people's lives will be able to live and work in peace and contentment.

Chen Feng walked into the village while thinking, and the woodcutter pointed to the most magnificent mansion and said, "That is Qiao Sangui's mansion." ”

"Old man, you go home first and wait for my good news." After Chen Feng finished speaking, he walked outside the house, lifted the ladder and jumped over the outer wall more than two meters high.

The courtyard of the house is lit up with red lanterns hanging everywhere, and it looks lively and festive.

In the lobby, Qiao Sangui, who was dressed in a brocade robe and jade robe, smiled from ear to ear, and standing opposite him was a young and beautiful woman, who could be his daughter according to her age, and this woman was Li Lian'er, the daughter of the old woodcutter.

Although the woman was wearing a festive red robe, her tears couldn't stop falling, and she cried and wore makeup.

"Lian'er, don't worry, you will be my seventeenth concubine in the future, I will treat you well" Qiao Sangui smiled obscenely, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a chrysanthemum.

"Master Qiao, please let me go!" Li Lian'er knelt down directly, but was quickly helped up by two fat and strong family members behind her, and the two grabbed her arm, making her unable to move.

Qiao Sangui showed a wolf-like fierce face, and scolded, "I fancy you as your blessing, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" ”

"What a big breath!"

"Who's talking?" Qiao Sangui turned his head to look at the door, only to see a young man in white walking slowly into the hall, holding a three-foot long sword in his hand, with starry eyebrows and a contemptuous smile on his face.