"Mowgli, what are you doing here? It's windy here. ”

On the vast peak of Wudang Mountain, a teenager was looking at the sea of clouds below in a daze, and a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at the visitor, with a faint smile on his face.

"Second uncle, I just want to see the sea of clouds in our Wudang Mountain, I've been here in Wudang Mountain for a year or two, and I've only heard from a few senior brothers, and I've never come up to see it. ”

A trace of pity flashed in Yu Lianzhou's eyes, and he secretly sighed that this child's fate was bumpy.

He walked over and touched Zhang Wuji's head and said softly: "Let's go, your master is going to heal your injuries." ”

"Good!" the boy nodded obediently, and stood up with a slight struggle.

When he returned to the courtyard with Yu Lianzhou, an old man with a crane hair and a childish face in the hall was already waiting there.

Zhang Wuji saluted respectfully towards Lao Dao: "Master Tai." ”

"Wuji, how have you practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Gong I taught you?"

The old way is naturally Zhang Sanfeng, and he asked in a gentle voice at this moment.

"Master Tai, I have been practicing seriously every day for the past two years, and I feel that my body has improved a lot. ”

"Come, I'll help you take a look!" Zhang Sanfeng beckoned to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji nodded obediently and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand on his wrist, but his brows couldn't help but gradually wrinkle.

After a while, Lao Dao suddenly said softly: "Wuji, how about Master Tai accompany you down the mountain to the rivers and lakes tomorrow?"

Zhang Wuji was slightly happy when he heard this.

The dark path has endured the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm for two years, and the following plot is finally about to unfold.

His name is Zhang Wuji, but he is no longer the original Zhang Wuji.

His real name is Zhang Hua, and he crossed into this world two years ago and became Zhang Wuji, who forgot about his parents and was heavy on the cold poison of the Xuanming God.

For Zhang Hua, who is familiar with the plot of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, this is not too unacceptable, after all, he knows that there will be a series of adventures and encounters waiting for Zhang Wuji in the future, that is, himself.

He just needs to lie down in peace and not affect the plot indiscriminately.

"Okay, Master Tai, I've wanted to go to the rivers and lakes for a long time!" Zhang Wuji said happily.

The second-generation disciples of Wudang, including Song Yuanqiao, couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in their hearts.

They naturally knew that Zhang Sanfeng was going down the mountain this time to go to Shaolin Temple to save Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang True Scripture.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was born in Shaolin, his teacher Jueyuan was indirectly killed by Shaolin, so for Shaolin, Zhang Sanfeng has a gap in his heart, which can be seen from the fact that he founded Wudang and has not been to Shaolin once for decades.

But this time, in order to save Zhang Wuji, the hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng had to bow his head to Shaolin Temple.

This made several of their disciples feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

But it's uncomfortable, but no one has spoken out against it, after all, this is about Zhang Wuji's life, Zhang Cuishan is like a brother and sister to them, if Zhang Wuji's life can be saved, don't talk about the face of the Wudang faction, it's their lives.

Early the next morning, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji rode two donkeys down Wudang Mountain.

Since Zhang Wuji crossed into this world, it was the first time he walked down Wudang Mountain, and everything he saw was a novelty, and he kept looking around along the way.

Next to him, Zhang Sanfeng looked at his apprentice with a smile, and couldn't help but think of his five disciples again, and couldn't help but feel a heartache in his heart.

Zhang Cuishan has the highest qualifications and the best understanding among his seven disciples, he originally wanted to wait a few more years to pass on his mantle to him, but he didn't expect that in ......the end, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, it was really a person who was not as good as the sky.

Songshan is not far from Wudang Mountain, and it only takes half a month to reach Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Wuji followed Zhang Sanfeng all the way up the mountain.

Like the original plot, the Shaolin monk closed the door tightly and did not invite Zhang Sanfeng to enter the temple.

This is simply a great shame for the generation of grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.

However, in order to treat Zhang Wuji's injuries, Zhang Sanfeng was not angry, he waited for three days in a row, and claimed that he was willing to exchange any Wudang sect's mastery for the Jiuyang True Scripture.

Even so, the Shaolin monk was still reluctant to come out and meet Zhang Sanfeng.

Even if Zhang Wuji knew that this was the result, he still couldn't help but be angry.

After living in Wudang Mountain for two years, he had already sincerely regarded this kind old Taoist as a relative, how could he watch Shaolin Temple insult him so much.

"Master Tai, let's go. Zhang Wuji's face turned pale and said with a reluctant smile.

"Alas......!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything.

"Child, is there any place in this world where you want to go?"

Obviously, he can't borrow the Jiuyang Sutra, Zhang Sanfeng thinks that Zhang Wuji will not have a good life for a few years, and he wants to help him fulfill his unfulfilled wish.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but move in his heart.

Since Xindao himself knows the Tibetan scripture of the Jiuyang True Scripture, why don't he explain to Zhang Sanfeng and let him take him!

If you follow the plot, it will take several years for you to go to Kunlun Mountain, during which Hu Qingniu, He Taichong, Jinhua Mother-in-law, Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang, these guys have a weirder temper than the other, none of them are good, and they have encountered several life and death crises in the middle.

Now he is not the real Zhang Wuji, if there is a slight mistake in the middle, he will really die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate anymore and said: "Master Tai, I heard that the strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain are handsome and the mountains are magnificent, why don't we go to Kunlun to take a look!"

"Child, Kunlun bitter cold, your body ......!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's worried face, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but smile: "The child is also mortal anyway, what difference is there, Master Tai should complete my last dream!"

"That's it!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed, took Zhang Wuji down the Shaolin Temple, and went straight west to Kunlun.

"I don't know if I can still meet Zhou Zhiruo, Chang Yuchun and others since then. Zhang Wuji rode on the donkey, holding his cheeks and thinking secretly.

The two went all the way to the west, crossed the Wei River, crossed the Taihang, killed a few Tartars along the way, destroyed a few nests of robbers, and rushed to the foot of Kunlun Mountain without danger after half a month.

Following an old Jianghu like Lao Zhang, the rivers and lakes are really not as passionate as they imagined!

Zhang Wuji secretly sighed.

Along the way, he didn't meet Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo, which also made Zhang Wuji sigh in his heart, and the road of Hu Qingniu was completely blocked by himself.

However, Zhang Wuji is not afraid of this, he actually has a trick.

You must know that Zhuwu Lianlianzhuang is at the foot of Kunlun, which was built by the disciples of the Southern Emperor Yideng Master decades ago, and the descendants of Zhu Ziliu and Wu Santong.

If you really can't find the Jiuyang Sutra, you will show your mouth and ask Lao Zhang to visit Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang.

Zhang Wuji followed Lao Zhang for more than half a month, knowing that this old man was by no means as immortal as he seemed on the surface.

He watched Zhang Sanfeng kill Tartars and bandits several times, and the methods were neat, and he said in his heart that Lao Zhang was probably also ruthless when he was young.

Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang is not comparable to Shaolin Temple, so it should be easy to get Yiyang Finger, right?

"Mowgli, it's time to practice!"

Early in the morning, Zhang Sanfeng woke up Zhang Wuji as usual, and took advantage of Ziyang Chusheng to practice Pure Yang Wuji Gong with him.

This is Zhang Sanfeng's self-created exercise based on the fragments of the Jiuyang True Sutra, and it is precisely because of Zhang Wuji's cultivation that he has been able to suppress the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body in the past two years.

The two sat cross-legged on a big stone for an hour, and then Zhang Wuji followed Zhang Sanfeng to play Tai Chi for half an hour before continuing to hurry.