It's spring again.

On Wudang Mountain, in the middle of a bamboo forest.

Zhang Sanfeng is slowly punching, the moves are free and casual, like clouds rolling up and shu, like the mountain breeze blowing, its meaning is harmonious, its environment is natural, giving people a sense of extreme harmony and naturalness.

When he finished punching all the way, a soft sigh suddenly came from not far away:

"The heart is like a white cloud, and the mind is like flowing water...... Zhang Zhenren's boxing method, the Tao is natural, the realm is far-reaching, and it is breathtaking. ”

The sound came suddenly, but Zhang Sanfeng was not surprised, only curiously looking in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a tall and handsome young man who was standing tall and handsome, his abundant spirit was like jade, and his temperament was chic, like a prince and grandson, and like an elegant scholar.

But Zhang Sanfeng could feel that under the other party's elegant appearance, there was such a vigorous and amazing qi and blood, as if under his skin, there was a volcano dormant that could burst out at any time.

The tall and child-haired old man finally flashed a touch of surprise in his eyes, as if he had seen a treasure, and exclaimed:

"Xiaoyou's physical body is extraordinary, and the ancient immortals are nothing more than that."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"It's worthy of an old immortal, and he can see my physical cultivation at a glance."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled:

"Your physical body is the true immortal. The old way can't be called old. I don't know if the little friend is here, what do you have to say? ”

Murong Fu waved his hand and said:

"In Suzhou, Murong Fu, this trip to Wudang, wants to discuss with Zhang Zhenren. I hope that Zhang Zhenren will not hesitate to give advice. ”

Zhang Sanfeng smiled:

"Murong Xiaoyou is already a first-class figure of the land immortals, how dare Lao Dao teach you this kind of martial arts?"

Murong Fu sighed:

"On strength, I don't pretend to be modest, I have no opponent in this world. But what I want to ask Zhang Zhenren for advice is not martial arts. ”

He stared at Zhang Sanfeng and slowly released the qi:

"Zhang Zhenren, it's rude......"

When the words fell, the invisible qi was already shrouded in Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, his eyes were as clear as a child, and his breath did not change, still soothing and comfortable, and seemed to be unaffected.

And in Murong Fu's feelings, what his qi was shrouded in was not an entity, but a formless, substantial, chaotic and incomprehensible "nothingness".

Murong Fu's brows raised slightly, and the qi became more and more majestic and vast, like a surging torrent, constantly sweeping the "nothingness".

But that "nothingness" was as deep as the abyssal sea, no matter how Murong Fu promoted the qi machine, he was unmoved, and even assimilated his qi in turn.

A moment later, there seemed to be a thing, born out of the chaotic nothingness, negative yin and yang, flawless, and with just a slight turn, it broke Murong Fu's qi.

Murong Fu shook slightly, retracted his qi, and sighed:

"Zhang Zhenren has obtained the way of Tai Chi......"

Tai Chi, Yin and Yang will be divided, and all things will give birth to a chaotic state of ten thousand lives, like nothingness, but not nothingness, inclusive of all things, all-encompassing, chaotic and unclear, difficult to fathom.

Zhang Sanfeng is not as good as the current Murong Fu in terms of strength, but his spiritual cultivation has reached an incredible situation, if it were not for the constraints of heaven and earth, Zhang Sanfeng may already be a real "old immortal".

"Where do you dare to call it 'enlightened'? I just felt a trace of 'Tai Chi'. ”

Zhang Sanfeng smiled heartily:

"Murong Xiaoyou not only has a physical body that is beyond the ordinary, but also reaches the realm of the ancient immortals, and the way of spiritual cultivation is also the only one seen in the life of the old Tao. Why don't you have a cup of tea with the old Taoist and sit down? ”

Murong Fu smiled and arched his hand:

"It's as good as it gets."

……

This discussion lasted for more than a month.

At the end of spring, the Wudang faction team of the 10,000-mile expedition to Guangming Peak had not yet returned, and Murong Fu had already left Wudang Mountain.

After discussing with Zhang Sanfeng for more than a month, Murong Fu benefited a lot.

Not only has the spiritual cultivation reached a higher level, but the "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" has also taken on a new look and climbed to a higher realm.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng also benefited a lot.

Maybe in the future, not only his soul, but also his physical body can reach the realm of land immortals - Murong Fu even exhaled spiritual energy and tempered his physical body, and he communicated it to Zhang Sanfeng.

The spiritual realm and physical cultivation have all climbed to the highest level in this world, so will Zhang Sanfeng have hope in the future, shatter the void, and soar in the day?

If this is really the case, then Murong Fu can be regarded as indirectly creating a true immortal, and he will be able to reap an astonishing share of the origin.

After descending the mountain.

Murong Fu untied Zhao Min's shackles, "The July period has arrived, and you are free, county lord." ”

Zhao Min looked dazed, "Freedom? Then I'...... Where to go? ”

Murong Fu smiled, "You can go wherever you want, it's all your freedom." ”

Zhao Min was stunned for a while, and muttered, "But I've been with you for seven months......"

Murong Fu said with a smile: "Don't say that in the past seven months, I haven't insulted the innocence of the county lord, even if I really did those things, with Mengyuan customs, I don't care about this, right?" Take care, you shouldn't see you again in the future. ”

With that, he waved his hand, turned around and left.

Zhao Min wants to chase after him, but where can he catch up?

I could only watch Murong Fu's back get farther and farther away until it completely disappeared......

Looking at the direction where Murong Fu disappeared for a long time, Zhao Min burst into tears, she knew that she would never forget this fierce and domineering and gentle man for the rest of her life.

Half a day later.

In front of the main gate of the Wudang faction, Zhao Min knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily:

"Min Min is willing to leave everything in the world, learn the Tao with the real person, and ask Zhang Zhenren to contain ......"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the girl quietly, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

After discussing with Murong Fu for more than a month, he naturally knew the identity of this girl early, and also saw the girl's complex and subtle feelings towards Murong Fu.

"The martial arts of the Wudang faction are not suitable for women to cultivate, and they have never accepted female apprentices......"

Zhang Sanfeng wanted to say this, but when he thought of Murong Fu's mental method and fist scripture that he communicated with him, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The Wudang faction does not accept female disciples, but on Wudang Mountain, there is still a Taoist temple that collects Kun Dao......

……

May.

Murong Fu went straight into the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, relied on the Heavenly Sword, drove the palace for a long time, and beheaded the Yuan Emperor in the deep palace.

After some infighting, the crown prince finally ascended the throne, and Murong Fu came again, and he beheaded another king.

There was another infighting, and a new monarch succeeded to the throne, and Murong Fu came again, and he beheaded another monarch.

The ruling layer of the Mengyuan Dynasty, which was already fighting endlessly, was finally completely chaotic and fragmented......

In winter, Murong Fu returned to Wudang and handed over the Yitian Sword to Zhang Sanfeng for safekeeping.

The Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Sword can be called divine weapons in this life, but they have little meaning to Murong Fu.

His nine-section thunder staff, in terms of sturdiness, is not inferior to the divine soldier, and there are all kinds of abilities, and it is still a natal magic weapon that he has refined himself, which is more suitable for him than the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife.

Besides, he can't take away such a dead thing right now.

When he went down the mountain, a Kun Dao quietly followed Murong Fu and sent him down the mountain.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Murong Fu bowed slightly to the young Kun Dao, who thought he would never see him again, and said, "Take care." ”

Kun Dao bowed and said softly: "The layman is precious. ”

Murong Fu smiled slightly and left in style.

……

Above Taihu Lake.

Heavy snow is falling, and both sides of Taihu Lake are covered in silver makeup.

A flat boat, floating on the lake, Murong Fu is wearing a robe, wearing a hat, holding a fishing rod, sitting on the bow of the boat, his mind is calm, he forgets about things and me, and the whole person gradually merges with heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the space he was in suddenly shook, like the surface of the water where stones had been thrown, and there were ripples and ripples.

When the ripples gradually faded away, there was no one on the boat......

Yitianjuan was a big failure and ended in a hurry. Just like some readers said, the infinite flow routines of the heavens have been written badly, no matter what copies or routines, they have been written by countless people over and over again, and they have long lost their freshness, and they are even on the verge of death. I wanted to write something different and rescue it, but unfortunately it failed, so I could only end it in a hurry and sort out my mood by the way. Maybe the next copy will be better, maybe it will fail again, who knows? Writing about the infinite flow of the heavens is an adventure again and again, the protagonist is adventuring, and the author is also adventuring. If you dare to innovate, you must be prepared for a violent death. But there's no way, you can't keep being vulgar, right?

(End of chapter)