Looking at the declining look on Zhang Wuji's face, Lu Renjia opened his mouth and said, "Senior Brother Wuji, don't worry, as long as I am successful in my studies, I will definitely find the field for you, and I will still remember this hatred."

"Well, junior brother believes that one day senior brother will be able to glorify my Wudang lintel," Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

Lu Renjia walked up, patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder and comforted: "Don't be so depressed, you are also a part of Wudang, the responsibility of the glorious Wudang lintel can't be just on me, besides, Master Tai's divine skills will definitely cure the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm on your body."

At this moment, a kind and hearty voice came, "Qingshu's sycophant can be slapped, if the old Tao can cure Wuji, he would have been cured seven years ago, why delay it until today?" The man who can save Mowgli has jumped off the cliff under your feet."

Pretending not to know why, Lu Renjia respectfully bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and asked, "Who is Master Tai talking about?" Although that senior jumped off this cliff, with the ability of our Wudang faction, it shouldn't be difficult to find that senior's elders, let's just come to the door and ask them to help save Wuji's junior brother? ”

Hearing that someone could cure the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm on his body, Zhang Wuji also became nervous, and looked anxiously at how much Zhang Sanfeng hoped that his master would agree to Song Qingshu's proposal. Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "That person's sect is not difficult to find, you have all heard of it." But even if you find it, it's useless, because that guy's martial arts have been lost."

"Oh? We've heard of it too? Master Tai, what school are you talking about? Lu Renjia, who pretended to be curious, asked.

"Shaolin! No one knows the name of that person, and everyone only knows that he has been a miscellaneous servant in the Shaolin Temple for thirty years, so the people in the rivers and lakes call him the fire foreman Tuo. Back then, the fire foreman Tuo obtained a Buddhist scripture that no one cared about from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't expect that this Buddhist scripture actually recorded the secret of Shaolin's unpassed "Jiuyang Divine Skill"! ”

"After 30 years of hard work, the abbot of Shaolin Temple wanted to get the secret of "Jiuyang Shengong", but unfortunately he finally angered the fire foreman! After defeating more than 30 Shaolin masters in a row, the fire foreman Tuo escaped from the Shaolin Temple fifteen years ago, this guy actually ran away to challenge me, but after losing a move, this guy actually jumped off the cliff Alas, now I want to find a way to cure Wuji, only this lost "Jiuyang Divine Skill" is just that"

"Wow... Is he stupid in practice? Lost a move and a half? That's also very powerful, it's a big deal, I'm practicing for a few more years, I'm looking for Master Tai, haven't you just fought again? It's a shame to jump like this, isn't it? Lu Renjia sighed.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was cheerful by nature, also smiled helplessly: "Who said it wasn't?" This stupid ** alas, if he had practiced "Jiuyang Divine Skill" as a child, I would definitely not have been his opponent back then"

The fact that a generation of martial arts masters can praise another opponent like this in front of their juniors is indeed admirable.

"Child's body? Fortunately, I didn't lose it," Lu Renjia whispered.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly, Zhang Wuji has the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body, without the help of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", it is estimated that he will not be able to learn martial arts in this life, and Song Qingshu, the first of the three generations of disciples of the Wudang faction, is undoubtedly the best candidate to inherit Wudang, from the time Song Qingshu went up the mountain to talk to Zhang Wuji just now, Zhang Sanfeng knew that he saw that Song Qingshu was able to defend Zhang Wuji, which made Zhang Sanfeng comforted.

"What? Is it that the people of the Emei faction are coming to retrieve the Heavenly Sword? Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Lu Renjia nodded: "Master Tai is like a god, I heard that Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei faction has already left, and it is estimated that he will arrive at our Wudang Mountain in a few days."

"Well, I hope that the disciples she taught will not be the same virtue as her," Zhang Sanfeng said slowly.

When accompanying Zhang Wuji down the mountain, Lu Renjia deliberately said: "Senior Brother Wuji, I heard that the Emei heir Zhou Zhiruo is beautiful and unmatched, hum!" Exterminate this old guy, I actually sent a delicate beauty to my Wudang, although my current martial arts can't avenge my father and your parents, but don't worry, senior brother, I will do my best to soak that Zhou Zhiruo in my hands and then abandon her fiercely, even if I can't kill Lao Ni angrily, I can disgust her hahahaha..."

Zhang Wuji, who had not yet gone through the affairs of men and women, heard Lu Renjia's evil plan, and his honest face turned red. looked at his senior brother with envy, not to mention his martial arts, and his appearance was even more graceful. And Zhang Wuji himself is suffering from the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and he needs Zhang Sanfeng, Taishan Beidou, to instill internal force to suppress the cold poison every day in order to survive, no matter the sallow complexion or size, it cannot be compared with the senior brother.

"Isn't this a bit of a play on feelings?" Zhang Wuji asked weakly.

Lu Renjia waved his hand, "What do you mean by playing with feelings?" I am dating her with a sincere attitude, at most, I am not compatible with my personality and finally separate, hehe, junior brother, you don't want to take a bad breath for your father and mother in person, right? If you want to go out in person, brother, I can let it be for you."

"Well, forget it," Zhang Wuji smiled helplessly.

The good-natured joke narrowed the distance with Zhang Wuji, and Lu Renjia, who left calmly with a smile on his face, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief once he returned to the courtyard where he lived alone. When he met Zhang Sanfeng just now, Lu Renjia's calm and calm expression turned into a look of horror on his face.

"Is this a congenital master, it's terrifying, I can't feel a trace of breath at all, Zhang Sanfeng's whole person seems to be fused with everything around him, if Feng Xifan, a first-class mid-stage martial artist, is rated as an F+-level martial artist by the 'Evil God System', then Zhang Sanfeng is at least E+-level." Lu Renjia thought secretly.

Thinking of this, Lu Renjia had an intuitive comparison of the strength of Xuankui Zhenren. I remember that Xuan Kui's crime level has reached five-star Phnom Penh, and he is a C-level ghost master rated by the 'Evil God System'. So Zhang Sanfeng, the Taishan Beidou in the world of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer: Demon Sect Master", if he is a real person in Xuankui, he can only be killed in seconds.

calmed down the turbulent waves in his heart, and Lu Renjia strengthened his thoughts even more.

As the saying goes, if you want to be filial piety, Zhou Zhiruo, who is dressed in white, has appeared, which really makes the hearts of these bloody Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain beat faster. What's more, if Zhou Zhiruo, played by Li Zi, is more charming, and her rippling eyes are even more unforgettable.

I saw that Zhou Zhiruo, who had a graceful figure, came to the Wudang True Martial Arts Hall in a regular manner, and opened her lips and teeth lightly, and a voice like a yellow bird came out. "Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo visited Zhang Zhenren and wished him a better life than Nanshan"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting on the futon, squinted his eyes and looked at the Emei heir in front of him, and nodded: "Well, I didn't expect that Extinction could teach such a polite apprentice as you, is your master's temper still so big?" ”

"Returning to Zhang Zhenren's family teacher for several years, he has studied Buddhism and cultivated to a higher level, so naturally he will not be angry and stupid," Zhou Zhiruo replied softly.

"It's not bad, at least I know what to do and what not to do! Wuji, return the Yitian Sword to Senior Sister Zhou," Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and smiled.

Zhang Wuji was stunned, and hurriedly took the Yitian Sword in Zhang Sanfeng's hand and held it in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

"Senior brother is Zhang Wuji, the son of Wudang Zhang Wuxia?" Zhou Zhiruo, who was quite scheming, asked in a low voice.

Because Lu Renjia gave Zhang Wuji a preventive injection in advance, Zhang Wuji knew that the delicate junior sister Zhou Zhiruo in front of him was the target that the senior brother was about to start, and when he didn't know how to answer, Lu Renjia, who occupied Song Qingshu's good skin, stood up and said with a smile, "Senior Sister Zhou is right, this is the orphan of my fifth uncle, Zhang Wuji, the father of Song Qingshu's family, Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

The smile full of affinity made Zhou Zhiruo look away from Zhang Wuji, as a disciple who was too hard to cultivate by the exterminator, this trip to Wudang, in addition to welcoming back the Heavenly Sword, was also responsible for the task of finding out the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Knife, but compared to Zhang Wuji, who had a sallow face, it can be said that Song Qingshu, who was rich for three generations, was more attractive.

In the next few days, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to start the next plan, but waited slowly like a poisonous snake, as the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and even more so the third-generation head of Wudang, Song Qingshu's house where he lived alone was naturally not comparable to those ordinary disciples. Although the house is quaint, it is a separate courtyard.

Under the oil lamp, the soul occupied Song Qingshu's body Lu Renjia's eyes closed slightly, and the dialog box of the 'Evil God System' came to mind, click on the 'Space Wallet' option, in addition to the three thousand sin coins obtained in the movie version of "The Legend of the Deer and Ding" last time, there was also a palm-sized straw man. As soon as his mind moved, a palm-sized straw man appeared in Lu Renjia's hand.

Looking at the straw man in his palm, Lu Renjia muttered to himself, "The stand-in straw man will depend on you next."

The next day, when Song Yuanqiao asked Dao Tong to summon Song Qingshu to the True Martial Palace, Song Qingshu had a faint smile on his face, "Is it finally going to start?" "Jiuyang Divine Skill" I came to Zhang Wuji, don't blame me for being ruthless! You have Zhang Sanfeng, Taishan Beidou, to help you continue your life, and if I can't get the second elder of Xuan Ming and Cheng Kun to die within a year, it will definitely be me who will be the first to braid! I hope the trajectory of the world doesn't change too much."

After tidying up his clothes, Lu Renjia, whose soul occupied Song Qingshu's body, walked respectfully towards the True Martial Palace.

"Qingshu, your master is going to retreat and practice the Tai Chi Sword for your father, and several of your uncles are going to retreat and guard together, so the matter of Wudang in these three months will be handed over to you, as for Wuji, the master and his old man have refined a hundred 'Heavenly King Heart Protecting Pills' in advance, and you give Wuji one every night to suppress the cold poison in his body," Song Yuanqiao, who was sitting on the futon, said slowly.

"The child obeys his father's orders," Lu Renjia replied respectfully, solemnly taking the quaint gourd handed over by Song Yuanqiao, although the cork was plugged, he could smell a calming fragrance.

"Qingshu, among the three generations of Wudang, Wuji can no longer practice martial arts, and the heavy responsibility of Wudang will be handed over to you in the future, don't let us down," Yu Lianzhou said earnestly.

"Second uncle, rest assured, Qingshu will never fall into the name of Wudang"

That night, Lu Renjia asked someone to summon Zhang Wuji to the house where he lived.

"Senior Brother Wuji, Master Tai and his old man want to retreat and cultivate, for the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm in your body, Master Tai and his old man have already shown this 'Heavenly King Heart Protecting Pill' that can suppress the cold poison in your body, you can take it" As he spoke, Lu Renjia poured out a jujube-sized pill from the quaint gourd.

During this time, Zhang Wuji, who had a good impression of Song Qingshu, did not doubt that he had him, thanked him, took the pill handed by Song Qingshu and took it directly.

Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness came, Zhang Wuji only felt his tongue tingle, and his eyelids began to tremble. Spinning around first, Zhang Wuji, who was unconscious, fell to the ground.

"Tut-tut, Zhang Sanfeng is really willing to spend his blood, deer antler, angelica, ginseng, cordyceps... Is this the 'Heavenly King Heart Protecting Pill' or the 'Ten Perfection Tonic Pills'? Mixed with three times the dose of sweat pill Zhang Wuji, you should be able to sleep for a long time, right? Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I will accept the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" and "Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method" that originally belonged to you," Lu Renjia muttered to himself.

At this moment, the cold voice of the 'Evil God System' came from Lu Renjia's mind.

'Eligible people change the trajectory of the world by 20 percent, and the difficulty of the mission increases by 20 percent. Unknown enemy appeared, the number of three'

Lu Renjia laughed at himself, "June's debt, the repayment is that the quick retribution is coming so soon, are there three people besides the second elder Xuan Ming and Cheng Kun?" I don't know what kind of master it will be."