Wudang Mountain is cloudy and misty all the year round, looking at it from afar, the peaks are towering and green, the heavy sky is up, under the cover of the mountains, the golden sunlight is pouring down obliquely, outlining a golden arc for the mountains.

In this fairyland-like area, a shadow flew through the mountains, as dexterous as a wisp of feathers, and the speed was almost unimaginable.

"Whoosh!"

On tiptoe, Su Zimo gently landed on a mountain rock, his movements were flexible, like an ape.

"Whew, it's been five years."

Looking at this familiar mountain road with complicated eyes, Su Zimo's face was full of excitement at the moment.

If you don't get excited, it's impossible.

For five years, he almost spent time in this Wudang Mountain, except for meditating according to his memory and cultivating his internal strength, the rest of the time was busy practicing Wudang Tiyunzong.

Up to now, up and down the entire Wudang Mountain, no one knows that Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao, has become an idiot in martial arts.

No one knew why Su Zimo was working so hard, even his nominal father, Song Yuanqiao, just couldn't stop sighing, thinking that Su Zimo had suddenly become so studious.

"Senior Brother Qingshu! Master, his old man, ordered me to come to you. ”

I heard a slightly hurried voice sound.

From a distance, it turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little Taoist priest.

Su Zimo turned his head, saw the person coming, and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's Qingfeng, I'm going to see Master Tai." ”

As he spoke, he jumped forward, and after a few back and forth, he disappeared into the mountains.

Perhaps because he doesn't like to be lively by nature, as the head of the Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng did not live in Zixiao Palace, but lived alone in the back mountain.

Running all the way to the back mountain, Su Zimo did not feel a trace of fatigue.

After five years of diligent cultivation, his current internal strength has already reached the second-rate level, and Tiyun Zong is even more cultivated, even Song Yuanqiao and others, seeing such cultivation, they are also emotional.

What Su Zimo didn't know was that it wasn't that he was talented, but that when he traveled through time and space, his body was baptized by spatial energy, which was equivalent to a rebirth.

If someone carefully examines his body, they will find that Su Zimo's current physical condition is no different from those rumored innate bodies with all the veins.

In other words, in Su Zimo's case, as long as he continues to practice, his internal strength will continue to improve until he is innate and cultivated.

"Master Tai!"

Gently pushing open the door of the small courtyard, Su Zimo couldn't help but look solemn, and subconsciously slowed down.

You must know that the seemingly ordinary old man in front of him is the only innate master in the world.

"It's Qingshu, Tiyun Zong has been cultivated by you to the fullest?" Glancing at Su Zimo deeply, Zhang Sanfeng said quietly.

"Hehe, I really can't hide anything from you, Master."

Hearing this, Su Zimo couldn't help but be surprised, his breakthrough to Dacheng was just yesterday, and Zhang Sanfeng just glanced at him casually a few times, and then it was broken all of a sudden, this eyesight is really spicy.

"Tohashi gave birth to a good son."

Seeing Su Zimo nodding, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but have a trace of emotion on his face: "In the blink of an eye, you are so old, and your cultivation can be regarded as a leader among the disciples of my Wudang faction." ”

"Hey, it would be nice if Mowgli could be as healthy as you."

As soon as these words came out, a strange atmosphere suddenly filled the small courtyard.

Su Zimo couldn't help but be amazed, in the past five years, he has not given up paying attention to the protagonist Zhang Wuji at all, and from time to time he has been close to him through the relationship between his brothers and sisters.

And Zhang Wuji has been suffering from the Xuanming Divine Palm all these years, and can only rely on Zhang Sanfeng to input internal force for him to maintain his life.

Even so, Su Zimo did not dare to relax his vigilance for a moment.

After all, Zhang Wuji in the movie is not only cunning, but also long-sleeved and good at dancing.

The important thing is that he also has the life of the protagonist that everyone envies!

This kind of character, no one wants to be an enemy of him, but what Su Zimo wants to do is to snatch Zhang Wuji's opportunity, and the two are in a hostile state in their innate position.

I have to say that this is indeed a headache.

"Master Tai, your old man's martial arts and cultivation, is it not the illness of your junior brother...... Is there really nothing that can be done at all? Su Zimo said.

"Hey!"

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help sighing, and a trace of guilt appeared on his face: "I'm sorry for your fifth uncle, the cold poison of the Wuji child is caused by the Xuanming Divine Palm, and it has already penetrated into his heart, unless someone uses the internal force of the Yang to drive away the poison for it, but it can be ......."

"Master Mo Feitai, do you know that someone has the most masculine and rigid internal force?" Su Zimo said.

When he said this, Su Zimo's heart couldn't help but mention his throat.

Although he knew that in the movie, the fire foreman Tuo was defeated by Zhang Sanfeng, his limbs were broken, and he was imprisoned under the cliff from then on, but he didn't know the grievances between the two.

"Hey, with the temperament of the fire foreman, I believe he will never save the child."

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand with some interest, and sighed: "Don't mention this matter again, and don't tell Wuji, lest he be stimulated." ”

"Master Tai!"

But seeing Su Zimo's expression, he hurriedly said: "It is a matter of Wuji's junior brother's life and safety, and the disciple is willing to go to the fire foreman Tuo to give it a try." ”

"Really?"

Seeing Su Zimo's expression, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but have a trace of hope in his heart, and muttered: "Qingshu, you don't know, this fire foreman is vicious by nature, wantonly killing innocents, and after being defeated by me, he hated me to the bone, and even the entire Wudang was hated by him. ”

"If I hadn't knocked him down the cliff, trapped his limbs with iron chains, and restrained him with stone balls, I am afraid that the Wudang faction would have already bled into a river. Even so, would you be willing? ”

"The apprentice is willing!"

Su Zimo said word by word.

It's not that his relationship with Zhang Wuji is so good that he can sacrifice his life and forget about death, but this Jiuyang magic skill is necessary for Su Zimo's task, even if he doesn't go through Zhang Sanfeng's pass, he has to find a chance to go to the cliff.

Instead of going down secretly, it is better to brush up on the favorability in front of Zhang Sanfeng and others before this, so as to pave the way for what he is going to do next.

But Zhang Sanfeng didn't know all this, but looked relieved, nodded and said: "In that case, Qingshu, before that, I will hand over to you this finger-twisting and soft sword technique that I realized when I was ninety years old, so that it can be used as self-defense." ”

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing this, Su Zimo couldn't help but be overjoyed, this was an unexpected joy.