"Good morning, Senior Brother Xia!"

"Good!"

Walking through the backyard of the Wudang faction, the two third-generation disciples of Wudang who met Xia Shu put down the brooms in their hands and saluted him.

Although Xia Shu is just a Taoist priest who has placed orders, he has already been in harmony with three generations of disciples during this time, most of them are teenagers, and they have not been far away on Wudang Mountain since they were children, and Xia Shu conquered them all by making up small stories.

As a result, Xia Shu also figured out the current timeline under the side knocks, it has been four years since Zhang Cuishan and his wife died, which means that there are only three years left before the start of the plot, maybe these three years are used for himself to practice martial arts.

In the evolved film and television world, there may be a martial arts practice like Zhang Wuji, but this is definitely a bonus with the halo of the protagonist, Xia Shu's words should not be considered, or step by step steadily, although the body given to him by his biological parents is solid and durable, but he can't please him if he practices martial arts and is retrograde.

"Hey~~Ha~~"

On the martial arts field in the backyard of Wudang, Song Qingshu, the chief of the three generations, led hundreds of disciples to practice Wudang swordsmanship.

However, there was such a person hiding on the side of the martial arts arena and playing with his fingers, looking at these three generations of disciples with indescribable envy in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Wuji, have you come to see your senior brothers and junior brothers practicing martial arts again?"

Xia Shu's voice sounded from behind him, and Zhang Wuji also turned around to look back, only to see Xia Shu walking slowly towards him.

"Senior Brother Xia, don't make fun of me!"

Zhang Wuji also likes this Senior Brother Xia very much, because he is a wandering Taoist priest, and there are endless stories in his mouth, but Senior Brother Xia, like himself, is a person without martial arts.

"I didn't make fun of you, don't worry, when I learn the peerless cheats one day, I will teach you when I go back!"

Patting Zhang Wuji's shoulder, Xia Shu said magnificently, for the sake of his eight or nine points of similarity with Chen Zhen, Xia Shu couldn't rob him of his opportunity for no reason, and when he practiced Jiuyang Divine Skill, it would definitely help him relieve the pain of cold poison and let him re-embark on the road of martial arts.

"Don't comfort me, Senior Brother Xia, I still know your little fist and foot kung fu, and I can't even beat the junior brother who has been in the beginner for a year or two!"

Listening to Xia Shu's big words, Zhang Wuji teased and turned around and ran, although this kid has a hard life, he is still a teenager after all.

"You stinky boy dare to look down on me, I'm not a martial artist, what can I do like that..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The sound of scolding and chasing got farther and farther away, and only the sound of martial arts training in the martial arts arena remained.

The relationship between Zhang Wuji and Xia Shu is also very good, and the only thing Xia Shu doesn't deal with in the three generations is probably Song Qingshu!

Although he doesn't really look down on this person's character, he still knows how to be a snake with a snake, but people don't think much of Xia Shu who doesn't even know martial arts, so the relationship between them is not good, especially Xia Shu's "popularity" among the three generations of disciples is still very high.

The three generations of disciples are only practicing the most superficial kung fu of the Wudang faction, so they don't care about being looked at by Xia Shu, but it is such a basic exercise, as long as the true qi is condensed in the body, it will completely explode a "national art master" like Xia Shu, so it is normal for Xia Shu to be unable to beat the ordinary three generations of disciples of the Wudang faction.

But if life and death are fighting, seven or eight third-generation disciples will not be Xia Shu's opponents, and if they can still use thermal weapons, it will be even more of a big sweep.

Now Xia Shu is curious about the existence of Zhang Sanfeng, it must be no problem to dodge bullets, but it is difficult to say whether he can block bullets or not.

Xiao Jiang's telekinesis can't stop the bullet directly like in "The Matrix", but it can still be done to disrupt the direction of the bullet shooting, and the martial arts master's aura exposure is quite like the energy shield in the science fiction world just by looking at the description, but I don't know if I can block the bullet, and if I can, I can block how many calibers and how many rounds.

It's illegal to use thermal weapons in the martial arts world, but isn't the advantage of the traverser in this regard!

"Yuanqiao, I heard that a Taoist priest from our sect has been very close to Wuji recently?"

In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, asked Song Yuanqiao, the eldest disciple of the lower head.

"Yes, that Xia Daoist is from Maoshan Wanfu Palace, with a deaf and dumb child, listening to what the three generations of disciples said, he is a good person, but he can only do some superficial fist and foot kung fu, and even the ordinary three generations of disciples can't beat it in the competition!"

Zhang Sanfeng is very old in the end, and the affairs of the sect are now handled by the eldest apprentice Song Yuanqiao, so he still has an impression of Xia Shu, but that's all.

"Well, not all Taoist priests know martial arts, when you go out, ordinary fist and foot kung fu is enough!"

Nodding, Zhang Sanfeng didn't ask anything more about this matter.

Xia Shu, who was in the dining hall at the moment, didn't know that he was mentioned by Zhang Sanfeng and others.

"Senior brothers and sisters, you eat, and Poor Dao will go back to do evening classes first!"

Putting away his utensils, Natsuki said goodbye and left the dining hall, but he didn't go back for the evening class.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xiao Jiang jumped out of the room, he could already smell the scent of Natsuki.

Cut open a pack of unicorn blood summer tree and handed it to Xiao Jiang, for him, the rest of the people didn't feel anything wrong, just because he was deaf and dumb and had a withdrawn personality.

Seeing Xiao Jiang drinking blood, Natsuki began to change his clothes, taking off his robe and changing into a modern night suit, several scrolls were inserted on both sides of his waist, which contained the things he had prepared for this operation.

In the more than one month that the Wudang faction has been placing orders, he has been familiar with every grass and tree here, avoiding the road for the disciples on duty to go to the back mountain, more than two retreat routes, and three sets of action plans.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and two black shadows, one large and one small, sneaked out of the room, and went straight to the back mountain along the pre-arranged line path, avoiding three waves of disciples on night duty along the way.

I have to say that the security work of the Wudang faction is quite in place, if there are no special means and so many preliminary preparations, Xia Shu may be arrested directly, and those who can come and go freely in the palace in martial arts movies are all first-class top masters, otherwise the Ouchi guards will definitely teach you to be a man.

Sneaking all the way, Natsuki and the others finally came to the cliff behind Wudang.

"Xiao Jiang, do you go down first or do I go first?"

"Squeak!"

Xiao Jiang stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, expressing his determination to take the lead.

"Okay, you go first!"

Looking at the abyss under the cliff, Xiao Jiang jumped without care, and the small figure disappeared directly.

The only one who can go down the mountain in this way is probably the zombie with an iron head, and it is very awesome if the copper skin and iron bones can't be smashed, and Natsuki took a deep breath and ran quickly along the nearly ninety-degree vertical cliff.

The spurting true qi from his feet firmly adsorbed Natsuki's body on the cliff wall, although it was not as elegant as the light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace, but it was fast enough.

With this potential energy of the fall, Natsuki ran faster than Bolt, and the cliff of nearly 1,300 meters was completed in less than 100 seconds.

"Knock~~"

In the loud sound like a cannonball hitting the ground, the mountain rocks cracked layer by layer like a spider web, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Xiao Jiang appeared on the stage, and this loud noise also woke up the sleeping fire foreman Tuo at once.

"Who?"

Manipulating the boulder where he was sheltering, the fire foreman rushed in the direction where the sound came from, but when he got there, he didn't even see a ghost, what was going on?

"Squeak?"

The sound of a small mouse came from below, and the fire foreman Tuo looked down, only to find a little ghost head wearing a robe.

"Little ghost, are you a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

"Squeak?"

"I didn't expect it to be a dumb man who can't speak, but it's really thin skin and tender meat, it just so happens that I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time, the meat is better, but it must taste very good, hahahahaha!"

I can't understand Xiao Jiang's corpse language, the fire foreman Tuo only thinks that Xiao Jiang is a mute, but he wants to eat the meat of zombies, is this old man's teeth really so good?

"Squeak!"

Xu heard the malice in the words of the fire foreman, Xiao Jiang frowned and jumped back a few steps, Xia Shu kept telling him that he must stay away from the bad guys, otherwise it would be bad to hurt them.

"Little ghost, fall into the territory of my fire foreman Tuo, no one can save you today!"

"Really?"

A black shadow fell from mid-air, and one rotated around the body for three and a half weeks, and Natsuki stood directly in front of Xiao Jiang.

"Squeak!"

Seeing Xia Shu, Xiao Jiang came over and grabbed the corner of his clothes, dancing and describing how bad the stinky old man in front of him was.

"Hey, I've been down there for so long, the old man, I can't remember the days, today is the New Year or what, first a small one came, and then a big one, it seems that the Buddha treats me well, hahahahaha!"

Looking at this fire foreman Tuo who lives on the stone ball, no one is a ghost or a ghost, Xia Shu is also speechless, sweeping the surrounding environment at a glance, only to see several skeletons piled together, these mountain people who should be collecting medicine on Wudang Mountain, accidentally fell off the cliff, even if they were lucky enough not to die, they became the rations of the fire foreman Tuo.

It's not that there are no wild fruits under the cliff to satisfy hunger, but as a monk, the fire foreman Tuo shouldn't have eaten meat, but now he even eats human flesh, he has completely lost his qualification to be a man, and Xia Shu will do the right thing for heaven today!

"Enough laughing? If you've laughed enough, get ready to die! ”

Natsuki's voice was a little cold, which also stopped the laughter of the fire foreman Tuo.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed, I see that although you are stable, you have no true qi to surround Zhou Tian, and you don't even know martial arts, what qualifications do you have to let the old man and me die? Or obediently bleed myself, lest my meat taste fishy after a while! ”