Cen Fan is also a hot-blooded young man, not to mention that he still encounters evil ways. Finding a soft branch around, he rushed to the three people who were fighting.

Seeing Cen Fan who suddenly appeared, the three of them stopped fighting, were stunned for a few seconds, and then started fighting again.

Cen Fan exerted his speed to the extreme, came behind a black-clothed man, and swung a branch at him. Sensing the crisis, the black clothes quickly flashed to the side, easily dodging Cen Fan's attack.

Cen Fan launched continuous attacks, but was dodged by this black cloth.

Originally, the previous two against one was a tie, after Cen Fan joined, the strength of the other party was weakened by half, the man in white was one-on-one, and the fight was very easy, and after a few moves, the other black-clothed man covered his broken arm and fled to the opposite place of several people.

The black clothes who were fighting with Cen Fan threw out a black ball like an egg when he saw the situation, and after the black ball landed, it exploded instantly, emitting a puff of white smoke.

After the smoke completely cleared, the man in white looked in the direction where the two had fled, but did not chase them. Instead, he walked up to Cen Fan and said, "Thank you Shaoxia for helping!" ”

Cen Fan saw clearly that this was a teenager, so he also arched his hand and said, "When the road is uneven, I roared!" Shoot when it's time to strike. ”

I don't know if the young man in white understands it.

"By the way, who were those two just now?" Cen Fan asked.

"People from the Corpse Refining Sect, I passed by here just now, and I saw that the two of them were digging that grave." The young man in white pointed to the mound in the distance and said.

Looking at the man in front of him wearing ancient costumes and with long hair, Cen Fan asked curiously, "May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Zhang Ziyi, and I am the one hundred and fifteenth generation disciple of the Wudang Sect."

Cen Fan kept saying silently: "Wudang... Wudang...", he suddenly asked, "Then do you know an old Taoist named Qingxuan?"

"Do you know my uncle?" Zhang Ziyi asked excitedly.

"It's more than understanding." Cen Fan replied.

"Do you know where he lives?" Zhang Ziyi took a step forward and asked more excitedly.

"Yes, stay at my house. Oh no, I live in his house. Cen Fan hurriedly changed his words.

"Great, can you take me to him?" Zhang Ziyi looked at Cen Fan with some expectation.

Cen Fan nodded and said, "Come with me!"

Cen Fan left the cemetery with Zhang Ziyi, and on the way back, Cen Fan learned that it was the first time Zhang Ziyi went down the mountain.

And Zhang Ziyi also told Cen Fan that he was driven down the mountain by his master. His master also said that if you can't make a name for yourself, don't go back. As soon as Zhang Ziyi talked about this, he felt aggrieved.

Cen Fan asked about Qingxuan's past again, Zhang Ziyi recalled that year and told Cen Fan about the events at that time.

Zhang Ziyi has been in Wudang Mountain since he can remember. At that time, his Uncle Qingxuan loved him very much, because he was more naughty, so he often got into trouble, and every time his master wanted to punish him, his uncle would stand up and help him intercede. If his master is strict with him, then his uncle is doting on him.

When he was nine years old, his uncle suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Ziyi searched around Wudang, but he couldn't find it. A few days later, he learned that his uncle had been expelled from the school. This incident was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which brought a deep blow to Zhang Ziyi.

In order to find out the reason for the matter, Zhang Ziyi asked many people, but no one was willing to mention it, so he went to ask his master again. His master told him that he didn't know about this matter, and said that if he wanted to know, he would cultivate the Tao well, and if he succeeded in learning in the future, he could ask Taiyi Zhenren in person. Zhang Ziyi took his master's words to heart.

Since then, Zhang Ziyi has studied hard and studied the Taoism of Wudang.

Many years later, Zhang Ziyi was outstanding among his fellow disciples and was deeply loved by the major elders.

Zhang Ziyi, who always wanted to know the reason, went to the Hidden Immortal Rock and found the Taiyi Zhenren who was practicing.

Taiyi Zhenren told him that he knew that Qingxuan was a person who valued love and righteousness, and he was unwilling to tell the truth. But in order to give an explanation to the disciples, Taiyi Zhenren had to expel the two of them from the sect together.

Although he already knew about Qingxuan's past, every time he heard it, Cen Fan had an indescribable feeling, and he sincerely admired Qingxuan in his heart

The two talked a lot along the way, Zhang Ziyi told Cen Fan about Wudang, and Cen Fan also told him about life in the city. Soon, the two became brothers.

When I returned to the old city, as soon as I walked into the compound, I saw Qingxuan sitting in the pavilion drinking a small wine.

Zhang Ziyi recognized Qingxuan at a glance, and shouted excitedly as he ran: "Uncle Qingxuan!"

Hearing the voice, Qingxuan's body trembled obviously, and he didn't have time to put down the wine glass, so he stood up and asked excitedly, "You... You are? ”

"Uncle Shi! I'm Ziyi! Don't you remember me? ”

Hearing the young man say that he was Ziyi, Qingxuan was even more excited, and hurriedly beckoned Zhang Ziyi to sit beside him.

Looking at the personable young man in front of him, Qing Xuan couldn't help but sigh: "Time really flies!" More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. After speaking, he suddenly asked, "By the way, are your master and ancestor okay?"

"The master has been in retreat for several years, and the master is busy with the affairs of the door, and I am the only one who is happy to be idle, so I was driven down the mountain by the master." Zhang Ziyi said aggrievedly.

Qing Xuan smiled and said, "Your master asked you to go down the mountain for your own good."

Seeing Zhang Ziyi and Qing Xuan, chatting about the past, Cen Fan didn't bother, went back to the house with the Long Xiao Sword, and walked to the nearby wasteland.

After arriving in the wasteland, Cen Fan directly practiced, the third form of the Wuji Sword Technique: "The flying dragon is in the sky."

After practicing for about half an hour, Cen Fan used his aura and hit the wasteland ten meters away. "The dragon is in the sky." A giant dragon flew out in an instant, smashed ten meters away, and smashed the wasteland into a big hole.

Cen Fan was happy in his heart, it seemed that his Taoism had improved a lot.

At this time, Cen Fan suddenly wanted to try the fourth form of the Wuji Sword Technique: "Domain." Thinking like this, Cen Fan took action.

Stretching out his sword, pointing forward, he pinched the mantra in his left hand and said, "One point two, two points three, three parts of all things." After reciting the mantra, release the sword. But instead of hanging in the air as he had imagined, the sword fell directly to the ground.

Cen Fan picked up the sword and re-transported the aura. This time, he directly gathered all the aura of his whole body into his hand, and continued to read: "One point two, two points three, three parts of everything." After reciting it, he released the sword again.

This time the sword did not land, but hung above his head, Cen Fan pointed at the stone in front of him with two fingers, and the sword flew over in an instant, smashing the stone.

Looking at the broken stone, Cen Fan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the fourth form to be so powerful, this was something he didn't expect. And he remembered that when the fourth style was practiced to a certain extent, he could distinguish multiple swords. If multiple swords fly out at the same time, how powerful is it? Thinking of this, Cen Fan began to look forward to it.

After Cen Fan took the sword back, he returned to the coffin shop. When he returned to the courtyard, he found that Qingxuan and Zhang Ziyi were no longer there, and Cen Fan returned to the house.