Fang Zheng opened his eyes from his deep sleep, felt a little restless, frowned slightly, and sat up from the couch.

There was a quiet place around the abbot's room, but Fang Zheng felt that there were people in the courtyard for no reason, and his heart sank, he took a light breath, stood up, and walked out step by step.

The moonlight is like water, under the light fog of the night, a Xiao Suo old figure stands in the middle of the courtyard, the night breeze blows the monk's clothes slightly, trembling slightly, there is a feeling of old dragon clock.

"Uncle Shi?"

Fang Zheng's heart jumped, and he whispered in surprise.

Uncle Zhuang Huan, is the first seat of the former generation of the Dharma Academy, since more than 40 years ago, martial arts into the realm of the Great Perfection, has been in the Dharma Cave to cultivate, very rarely come out, is the Shaolin Temple proud of the world's martial arts confidence, even if the year has been over 100, but the body has been excellent, has never appeared so weak.

"Hmm"

Zhuang Huan turned his head, on his thin face, a pair of eyes were still bright, and when he saw it, he put away the worries in his heart.

Seeing Zhuang Huan's old state just now made Fang Zheng feel a little uneasy.

In the past 40 years, Zhuang Huan has been like a needle of the sea god, sitting in Shaolin, so that the Demon Sect does not dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step, and Wudang has also followed the rules and always respected Shaolin.

But in case Zhuang Huan leaves, such a pattern is bound to change, and it must be greatly detrimental to the changes in Shaolin.

The old devil of the Demon Sect is two years older than his uncle, although he has less and less time to appear, but he has been living strongly, as long as he does not die for a day, Shaolin will not dare to tear his face with the Demon Sect for a day.

Wudang Ling Xiaozi is eleven years younger than his uncle, Taoists are better at self-cultivation, it is estimated that there is still a lot of time to live, as long as he is there, Shaolin must give him Wudang face.

The martial arts pattern can be said to be tied to three people.

When any one of them dies, the power they represent will surely lose their power and lose their transcendent position in dominating the rivers and lakes.

Now, it is the side of the Demon Sect that is in an unfavorable situation, Shaolin and Wudang, who are waiting for the old devil of the Demon Sect to breathe.

But on the other hand, the Mesozoic generation of the three factions is also cultivating desperately, hoping to advance to the Great Perfection realm as soon as possible and smoothly take over the burden of their predecessors.

In this competition, Dongfang is undefeated and temporarily leads, Founder is in the middle, and Chong is behind, just like the age of the predecessors of the three factions.

A trace of sigh appeared in Zhuang Huan's eyes, and he said softly: "Fangzheng, Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, came here just now. ”

"Yue Buqun!?"

Fang Zheng was stunned, "What is Yue Buqun doing in Shaolin?"

Instantly understood what Uncle Shi meant, and his face became extremely ugly, "Uncle Shi fought with him?"

Zhuang Huan nodded, looking a little envious, "He's only forty-six years old, only forty-six years old!"

Fang Zheng thinks that Uncle Shi is not joking with himself, how incredible this is!

Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan in his forties, has entered the realm of Great Perfection!

Yue Buqun, a chess piece that has always occupied a corner of the square chessboard, jumped into the corner and became a chess player?

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and spit it out vigorously, although it was unbelievable, he also knew that Uncle Shi said it, the truth must be like this, it couldn't be wrong!

The pattern of martial arts dominated by the three parties has become dominated by the four parties.

This variable is much greater.

Fang Zheng didn't dare to say anything and asked Uncle Shi to eliminate such variables.

A master of the Great Perfection will hardly be threatened by others, and even if he is in the same Great Perfection realm, no one is sure of victory.

In the Great Perfection, there are almost no weaknesses, who dares to say that they will win?

But for a Great Perfection master, it is really not too easy to kill an ordinary elder disciple.

Fang Zheng was not sure that he would be able to take the three punches of his uncle, let alone others.

Fang Zheng fell into deep thought~~~~~~

Yue Buqun would not have to worry about Fangzheng, and after leaving Shaomu Mountain, Youzai Youzai went to Hubei.

From Zhuang Huan's mouth, he knew about the situation of today's martial arts master, so he naturally wanted to visit Wudang Ling Xiaozi, as for the old devil of the Demon Sect, Yue Buqun was not interested.

Judging from the timeline of the original book, this old devil has run out of oil, otherwise it would be impossible for the Demon Sect to change three sect leaders in two years, and the great power of the Demon Sect is no longer there, only one Xiang Wentian barely maintains, and completely loses the strength to compete with Shaolin Wudang.

For such a person, Yue Buqun is reluctant to touch his head.

People are about to die, and their hearts are unfathomable.

In case he sees that you are young and jealous, and suddenly can't think about it, he will get up that little bit of strength and give you a hard time, and if he can't stop it, he doesn't have to provoke this commotion!

Therefore, Yue Buqun had neither gratitude nor resentment towards Zhuang Huanzai for carefully informing him of the residence address of the old demon of the Demon Sect and Wudang Ling Xiaozi.

It is the most common thing for a new Dzogchen to visit your seniors and get the approval of your seniors.

You must know that this kind of recognition is a recognition that you have the right to decide on martial arts affairs, and that you have become a chess player and have the qualifications to lay out the world.

Of course, whether there is an old-timer who will suddenly go crazy, it is absolutely none of Zhuang Huan's business, and he Zhuang Huan can't intervene.

Yue Buqun walked and stopped, and it took two days to come to Wudang Mountain.

Wudang is not as good as Huashan, Songshan, he is the royal temple of the Ming court, deeply respected by the Ming family, there are many rewards, the Taoist palace is majestic, thousands of disciples, many worshippers, the luck is thick, far away Huashan.

Yue Buqun stood on the top of a peak, carefully looked at the grand scene of Wudang for a while, and sighed slightly, compared with the splendid Wudang, the buildings of Huashan are a little gray, and the number of disciples is far from the same.

However, outside these solemn and solemn Dao Palaces, it is the real strength of the Wudang faction.

Yue Buqun slowly walked towards the Hidden Immortal Rock, and there were masters who were cultivating all the way to the peaks, and the number was not inferior to that of Shaomu Mountain.

Yue Buqun walked straight, his feet did not get dusty, his feathers did not fall, and he entered the Hidden Immortal Rock all the way, and no Wudang master found it.

There is no cave in the Hidden Immortal Rock, but the owner is not there, and Yue Buqun is not good at breaking in directly, so he sits at the entrance of the cave to regulate his internal breath.

Here and Shaolin, although the air is fresh, but the aura is not present, congenitally, has been a big step behind Huashan.

However, Yue Buqun traveled all the way and found that the Tibetan wind here is inhibitive, the mountains are excellent, and it naturally has the effect of storing qi, and it is indeed no accident that Wudang can develop and grow.

After waiting for more than an hour, there was a sound of footsteps in the mountains, Yue Buqun opened his eyes, and at a glance he saw an old man with white hair and a ruddy face, holding a bucket in one hand and a fishing rod in the other, his eyes were round, looking at Yue Buqun, as if he saw something incredible.

Yue Buqun stood up and said, "Huashan Yue Buqun, I have seen Ling Xiaozi Dao Chief." ”

Ling Xiaozi walked closer, the look of surprise in his eyes decreased slightly, and his mouth was full of admiration.

"Yue Buqun, oh, you are the head of Huashan! I have heard of you, amazing, amazing!"

Yue Buqun said modestly: "The Taoist is polite. ”

Ling Xiaozi put the bucket and fishing rod in his hand into the hole, and his expression seemed to have some memories.

"You Huashan, there is a young man named Feng Qingyang, I have seen it, he has good swordsmanship, his heart is a little extreme, I thought he had a chance to ......"

Yue Buqun smiled and said: "Uncle Shi's self-cultivation and self-cultivation are becoming more and more complete, and the Taoist will be able to see it in the future." ”

Ling Xiaozi was noncommittal, and asked curiously, "Have you seen Zhuang Huan?"

Yue Buqun nodded and said, "I asked Master Zhuang Huan for a lesson in fisting two days ago, but this time I came here to ask the Taoist master for a sword technique. ”

"Hey, young man, he always likes to fight and kill......"

A sword aura slowly overflowed from Ling Xiaozi's body......