Half a month later, the big ship finally docked, and the two great protectors of the Ming Sect went their separate ways in a calm and friendly atmosphere.

Mother-in-law Jinhua wants to continue to find the bad luck of the Emei faction's extermination master.

Zhang Wuji wanted to go back to Wudang Mountain to have a look.

It has been more than half a year since he came out of the Spirit Valley of Kunlun Mountain, and it is time to go back to Wudang Mountain to see Master Tai.

"Father-in-law, you can go back to Wudang Mountain with me, and when I see Master Tai, I will accompany you to the top of the light!" Standing in front of the river, Zhang Wuji was unwilling to persuade for the last time.

"I am the notorious Golden Retriever Lion King of the Demon Sect, if I go to Wudang Mountain, I will cause trouble for your master, and you don't want the tragedy of your parents six years ago to be repeated, right?"

"And the Holy Sect is now suffering from internal and external troubles, I haven't come back for so many years, and I am already very responsible, and I don't feel uneasy if I don't go to the light. ”

"But ......!" Zhang Wuji was a little anxious, you must know that there is still an old silver coin hidden in the shadows, and his father-in-law is blind again, if he is plotted like in the original book, it will be troublesome.

"Don't worry, although I'm blind, but my heart is not blind, it's fine, no matter how bad it is, isn't there a spider, she can be my eyes. ”

Seeing Xie Xun's insistence, Zhang Wuji could only nod helplessly.

He turned his head to look at the spider again, and reached out to scratch the little girl's nose: "After I go back, give the Nine Yin True Scripture to my grandfather as I said, he covers you, and your father doesn't dare to do anything to you, tell him that I will go to see his old man's house." ”

"In addition, don't practice thousands of poisonous hands, that kung fu is not suitable for you, if you want to practice, practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, this name is much more domineering, and when you practice it, it will be okay to suppress your father with your own hands." ”

"It's up to you to say that!"

Spider pursed her lips and said indifferently: "Zhang Wuji, when are you going to find me." ”

"What Zhang Wuji, call brother!"

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand and knocked her on the head and said with a smile: "I'll go to Wudang Mountain when I go back." ”

"I'm leaving, take care of my father!"

At the same time as these words fell, Zhang Wuji's figure had disappeared into the vast river reeds.

"Got it...... Brother!" the spider whispered, feeling a little lost in her heart, and her eyes were a little red unconsciously.

"Girl, don't wipe your tears, lead the way in front of you, find a blacksmith shop first, I will connect the dragon slaying knife. Xie Xun said with a smile.

"Who's crying!" quibbled the spider as she jumped to her feet.

Turning his head and seeing Xie Xun's smiling face, he was even more embarrassed: "You bad old man, I'm not done ...... with you!"

Zhang Wuji galloped all the way and did not stop too much along the way.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little homesick.

And in this world, Wudang Mountain, who has lived for two years, has already become his home.

The old man who had always been kind was his family.

A month later, when he saw the familiar gate of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out a long breath, and the inexplicable irritability in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"Master Tai, I'm back!" Zhang Wuji climbed the stairs, and his speed became faster and faster.

"Stop, report your name!" In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, two sword lights suddenly flashed, and the figures of two young Taoists flashed in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was a little surprised, he didn't know that there was a hidden pile at the location of the mountain gate.

But the gatekeeper had an acquaintance.

"Senior Brother Song Qingshu, I'm Wuji!" Zhang Wuji smiled.

"Mowgli ......!"

Song Qingshu looked at it fixedly, and was immediately overjoyed: "Are you well?"

"Okay, I won't tell you, I'll go and see Master Tai first!" Zhang Wuji smiled and raised his feet to go in.

Unexpectedly, the long sword in the hand of the person behind Song Qingshu blocked Zhang Wuji's way with a wave, and at the same time turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, obviously waiting for him to speak.

"Hehe, it's great that Wuji is back for you, Master Tai is in retreat at the Vast Peak, why don't you go to the Taihe Hall to see my father first, he is now in charge of Wudang affairs for Master Tai, just tell him if you have anything." ”

"Okay!" Zhang Wuji nodded with an unchanged smile.

"Senior Brother Ma still hasn't let him go!" Song Qingshu turned his head and said in a deep voice.

Senior Brother Ma silently put away his sword, took two steps back and closed his eyes, looking quite tall.

Zhang Wuji didn't say much, and a few flashes disappeared in front of the mountain gate.

"Senior brother, is this the famous son of the late Fifth Senior Uncle?" said Ma Qianyou.

"Yes!" The smile on Song Qingshu's face was gone at the moment, and he sighed.

Ma Qianyou still had a cold face: "Watching him perform light skills, his skills are not low." ”

"And I heard that he is the only person who has cultivated the Pure Yang Wuji Gong created by Master Tai except for the second master, and now that he has returned from a serious injury, his martial arts have improved greatly, so he must be guarded against!"

Song Qingshu was silent, this matter was indeed a thorn in his heart.

Zhang Wuji and he are both disciples of Wudang for three generations, and their fathers are both disciples of Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Wuji had started to practice Pure Yang Wuji Gong a few years ago, but he begged Zhang Sanfeng several times, but Zhang Sanfeng said that this kung fu was not suitable for him and refused to teach him.

This made him feel quite unhappy.

Originally, Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji out of the mountain for treatment a few years ago, and then he came back alone, Song Qingshu thought that Zhang Wuji was dead of cure, but he didn't expect to come back after two years.

"Could this matter have been deliberately done by Master Tai?"

Song Qingshu's thoughts were turning in his heart, and he calmly looked at himself and went to practice cross-legged beside him, but how could he continue to cultivate if he had something in his heart, Zhang Wuji's face flashed in his mind from time to time, making him more and more impetuous.

Zhang Wuji had already entered the Taihe Hall at this moment.

From the brief conversation, he had already sensed the faint demonstration in Song Qingshu's words.

But how can he care about this, he really has no interest in these intrigues.

"Uncle Master!" Zhang Wuji quickly found Song Yuanqiao.

Although this master Bo is involved in the affairs of Wudang Mountain, his martial arts have not been pulled down much, and he is also the only two strong people on Wudang Mountain who have stepped into the acquired realm except for Zhang Sanfeng.

The other one is naturally the second master Yu Lianzhou.

This second master is also the highest martial artist among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and he has faintly already had Lao Zhang's three-point bearing.

It's just that this one is a sword idiot, and his personality is taciturn, not suitable for secular affairs, and he practices swords in the mountains behind Wudang all year round.

The moment he saw Zhang Wuji, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Mowgli, have you broken through to the first-class master?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji knew that he couldn't hide this from Song Yuanqiao, so he could only admit it honestly.

"Good, good, good, seventeen-year-old first-class master, I have a successor to the Wudang faction!"

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed and patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder heavily.

He naturally knew that Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng had found Jiuyang Divine Skill, but this matter was too big, and now only a limited number of people at the top of Wudang knew about it, and it was not circulated among the three generations of disciples.