"The lonely yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow!"

"If there is no yang, there is no yin to live, and if there is no yin, there is no yang!"

"The ancients did not deceive me!"

Tang Zhe sighed for a while, according to his imagination, the power of yin is the source of controlling the spiritual energy of the imagination, and it can directly fuse the eyeballs to create the writing wheel eye, the white eye, the delusional eye, and even the fiery eye or something.

It has been proven that directly drawing pupil power from other kaleidoscopes cannot fuse the eyeballs to form a kaleidoscope, even if it is not possible to add the power of the eight Yin Escapes, and it is even more impossible to use the power of Yin Escape alone.

Each kaleidoscope will burst when it draws out a trace of the power of Yang Escape or the power of eight Yin Escapes, and in the end, it is a copy of many pairs of kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes to get four Yang Escape powers, and as for the power of Yin Escape, it is as many as three million Dao.

Because of this, a subtle and strange fusion of the power of Yang and the power of the Nine Yin Escapes occurred in the eyeballs, and patterns would appear on the iris of ordinary eyeballs in an instant, one magata, two magata, three magata, and then Tang Zhe harvested two pairs of kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes.

During this period, Tang Zhe was most impressed by the pure white power of yang that contains life energy, which will always naturally form the appearance of a full moon, and the pure black power of yin that contains spiritual energy, but it always naturally forms the shape of a crescent moon.

One can't help but imagine that Magatama may be a combination of a full moon and a crescent moon.

"The next step is to find volunteers to try it out!"

Tang Zhe put the two pairs of eyeballs into the storage space, got up and looked around, it was obvious that he was in a place of mountains and mountains, and he couldn't help but hold himself up and fly into the sky, perhaps his eyes had already reached the level of bright night vision, and he didn't find that the mountains and forests were a little not bright because of the clouds and mist blocking the sun.

I saw a vast forest stretching for thousands of miles in the distance, birds and birds in the mountains and forests were happy, and hundreds of beasts danced, and there was a survival artistic conception of natural selection.

Suddenly.

There was a faint sound of an ethereal bamboo flute on a certain mountain peak, and I could vaguely hear that there was a certain nostalgic emotional change in it.

"This man...... Standing on the top of the mountain, he is playing with a bamboo flute, and he looks like Li ......"

Tang Zhe opened his vertical eyes and followed the sound of the flute and looked away, his heart had already determined the identity of this person, not to mention that he was indeed shuttling to the time and space of the Demon Sect Leader chapter of the Heaven and Dragon Slayer movie version.

And under the inspection of the Eye of Death, the name is indeed Zhang Wuji, and there is less than a year left in Yangshou.

Tang Zhe recalled the plot in his mind, Zhang Cuishan, a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the head of the Wudang faction, married Yin Susu, the daughter of the white-eyed eagle king of Mingjiao, gave birth to a son Zhang Wuji, and married Xie Xun, the golden lion king of Mingjiao, as brothers.

If that's all, although the Central Plains martial arts regard Mingjiao as a cult, they don't look at the face of the Buddha and look at the golden face, and at most they denounce it verbally from afar, but who told Xie Xun to get the dragon slaying sword that commands the world, so the six famous martial arts factions gathered in Wudang Mountain to denounce the Wudang faction.

Zhang Wuji has become a sinner in the martial arts faction since he was born, and he has the cold poison in the Xuanming God Palm, and his life is on the verge of death, his parents committed suicide in order to quell the fighting, and the poor life is all hanging by Zhang Sanfeng's life's work, so that he can survive to this day.

……

After a long time, the sound of the bamboo flute stopped.

Tang Zhe also came back to his senses, thinking that he would find a time to study music theory in depth, and blessed himself with his mental power to fly to the mountain and the person, and by the way, he used his vertical eyes to penetrate the cliff and valley.

After inspecting it, I really found that there was a half-zhang big mud ball, and there was a top person with rattan all over it, and it was expected that it was the fire foreman Tuo who practiced Jiuyang Divine Skill, and he jumped off the cliff after being defeated by Zhang Sanfeng, and fell into a lifelong disability.

At a distance of just a few thousand meters, it broke through the air almost in the blink of an eye.

"Young man, the bamboo flute is playing well!" Tang Zhe looked at the person in front of him, he was indeed loyal and honest in appearance, and his appearance was similar to that of Li Youbacheng, a kung fu superstar in his previous life, especially his eyes were melancholy and introverted, which really increased a little handsome.

Tang Zhe secretly said in his heart that this calmness was only three points inferior to his own, that is, the other party was holding a string of aged rock sugar gourds in his hand, which made this person look a little low.

As everyone knows, there were earth-shattering waves in Zhang Wuji's mind, and hundreds of thousands of thoughts came out of his heart, "Who is this person, why can he fly, is it a person among the immortals and gods......"

Suddenly, a deep, breathy call echoed through the mountains.

"Mowgli!"

As soon as the words fell, a short, short, chubby and somewhat immortal Taoist priest seemed to come to Zhang Wuji more than ten meters away from the mountain in three or two steps, but his face was eighty percent similar to the male star surnamed Hong in his previous life, and his hair was white, but unfortunately he couldn't see the scar, otherwise it would be similar to ten.

"Master!" Zhang Wuji heard the voice of his master Zhang Sanfeng, and was about to say hello and praise his master's internal strength, but when Zhang Sanfeng saw a person levitating in the air, his face changed, his internal strength urged, and his body moved.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

"I don't know where the real person came from and where he is going!" Zhang Sanfeng thinks that his skills are rare in the world, and his eyesight is a little higher than his skills, but he still can't see through how that person can control the void with nothingness.

"From where you came, where you go!" Tang Zhe finally found an opportunity to say this Zen saying, he had a preference for this sentence at the beginning, and when he said it at this moment, there was a kind of free and easy intention in his heart.

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for less than a moment, and pleaded: "My disciple Sun Wuji has been suffering from cold poison in his body for many years, and I hope that the real person will heal him with wonderful hands!" ”

"Little things!"

Tang Zhe waved his hand, and a healing light cluster came out of his hand and fell on Zhang Wuji's body, instantly enveloping him all over his body, only to hear a small sound, and the old stubborn cold poison was gone.

"Master, the cold poison is gone...... Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, and Zhang Sanfeng, who was worried about his disciples, hurriedly stepped forward to check the pulse, and naturally found that the cold poison was gone, and most of the doubts in his heart were gone.

"Thank you to the real person for healing the poor Taoist disciples, dare to ask the real person's surname, this great kindness, but don't dare to disobey if you have a life!"

"A certain Tang Zhe traveled to the heavens and all worlds, and he didn't know where the precious treasure land was!"

Tang Zhe didn't pay much attention to the expressions of the two of them, just because he was in this plane to compare the strength of Jiuyang Divine Skill and Yang Dun Strength, after all, in the special effect, Jiuyang Divine Skill can create and launch light bullets.

And after practicing the divine skills, the internal force is extremely fast, and the ordinary fists and feet can also use the great attack power with the blessing of internal force, the defense is extremely strong, and the automatic body protection function rebounds the external force attack, and it is a healing holy text, which specializes in overcoming all cold and negative internal forces.

The power of Yang Dun contains the physical energy of life, and it has the same ability as some healing techniques, if the cure is still above the Jiuyang Divine Skill.

"This is Wudang Mountain, and the poor road is the head of the Wudang faction!" Zhang Sanfeng was free and outstanding, and then he pointed to Zhang Wuji on the side, and sighed lightly: "This is the poor Taoist disciple Sun Zhang Wuji, come, Wuji, thank you for the kindness of the real person to drive away the cold and poison and live!" ”

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhang Wuji immediately kowtowed three times, and after getting up, he retreated behind Zhang Sanfeng with a respectful expression.

"Well said, well said, wait a moment!"

As soon as the words fell.

"Whew!"

I only heard a sound of breaking the air, but it was Tang Zhe who rushed to the bottom of the cliff in an instant, preparing to find the fire foreman Tuo and obtain the Jiuyang Divine Skill, leaving Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji messy in the wind.

……

At the bottom of the cliff, it is really dark and not in the middle of winter, and the rattan is all over the sun.

"Fire foreman Tuo, let's discuss, recite the Jiuyang Divine Skill in its entirety, and I'll cure you!" Tang Zhe was good at persuasion, and then took the salute first and then the soldiers to the extreme.

"Good!"

This fire foreman Tuo's whole person is embedded in the round boulder, with a hot temper, and he had fought with Tang Zhe before, but all his attack methods are drizzle for Tang Zhe, like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

Tang Zhe nodded kindly, and with a wave of his hand, ten years of power urged a healing light cluster to merge into the body of the fire foreman Tuo, and in an instant, his spine was reborn, and even the dark injuries and hidden diseases that had been hidden for many years were healed.

The fire foreman Tuo's body returned to its peak, and he didn't dare to make a mistake at all, telling the Jiuyang Divine Skill.

"Jiuyang Shengong is the first, Jiuyang is the first to appear, and the meridians are retrograde. The qi of the dantian is transported away from the whole body. The sea of blood, the back top, the yang pool, the life gate, the tendon shrinkage ......"

"Jiuyang Divine Skill is the ninth, Jiuyang is in the ...... of the sky" The fire foreman Tuo Shen said the Jiuyang Divine Skill in a deep voice, Tang Zhe's understanding of martial arts has already risen to the peak, and he can naturally distinguish the truth from the false.

What's more, under Tang Zhe's eyebrow-raising insight, he naturally learned that he had obtained the full version.

"Fire foreman, in the future, keep in mind the punishment of traitors and eliminate evil, and the task of maintaining world peace will be entrusted to you!" Tang Zhe rose directly into the sky, leaving a voice echoing at the bottom of the cliff.

……

"Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei Sect Extermination Master, came to Wudang and wanted to take back the Heavenly Sword."

Tang Zhe flew up to the top of the cliff, and a word in the air came into his ears, but he just heard Song Qingshu reporting to Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Sanfeng continued to whisper: "Zhou Zhiruo? ”

"Heavenly Sword!" Tang Zhe pretended to be surprised, "If you don't object, can you let Tang see the rumored Heavenly Sword!" ”

These words reached the ears of Song Qingshu and the two Wudang disciples, and when they saw that the person who spoke was actually floating out of thin air, their faces suddenly changed greatly, after all, the three of them were not as calm and introverted as Zhang Wuji, nor as detached as Zhang Sanfeng.

"Nothing to do!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded yes, and he didn't think that this person with otherworldly strength would covet the Heavenly Sword, so he signaled his disciples to lead the way.

The lobby of the main hall of the Wudang faction.

The lights were bright, and the disciples were lined up on both sides, and the personal disciples were closer to the patriarch.

Tang Zhe was full of posture, floating cross-legged in the air, but he was on par with everyone, and discussed with Zhang Sanfeng the martial arts that he comprehended from Tianlong time and space.

Then a group of Emei disciples of the Kendo sect walked into the main hall of the main hall, all dressed in white robes and wearing white gauze hats, with a hazy beauty of not seeing each other.

Then, a veiled woman walked forward in obscurity, which naturally aroused the hot mood of several young men.

"Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo see Zhang Zhenren!" Zhou Zhiruo took off the veil and said softly.

Tang Zhe watched the whole scene on the side, this week Zhiruo didn't turn her head to look at Zhang Wuji or anything like in the movie, some just lowered her eyebrows, looked at her feet, and took off the veil when she spoke, which can be described as extremely polite.

Naturally, he didn't find the majestic posture of the Tang master, nor was he shocked and discolored.