"Wudang for a thousand years, not lost to others!"

Word by word, the golden stone fell to the ground, and there was a sound.

Even if Zheng Qingshan, the head of the little old man, has already passed the age of enthusiasm, he can't help but be excited for a while.

Uncle Xiao is eighteen years old, and he is really sharp!

But after all, he is already a young man, and he is also the head of the house, and he has to consider the importance of everything he says and does.

Daomen competition, Wudang first?

Is it hard?

No, it's not difficult at all!

As long as Uncle Xiao personally ends......

One person on the deputy list, with the talent of the little uncle, if he personally flew down to the peak to participate in the Daomen competition and won the first place, it would naturally be easy, and there would be no suspense.

But he is an old man, although he is the right age, he is extremely big in the Daomen, and he is already a first-class person.

In this way, it will inevitably give people the feeling that Wudang is bullying the small, which will inevitably make people unconvinced.

But if Uncle Xiao doesn't end up, the Daomen are full of talents, and each has its own means.

Even if the seventh son of Wudang learned the peerless martial arts of the little uncle, but the skill is too shallow, and the strength he exerts is one of the hundred compared with the little uncle, how can he get the first?

It's a difficult question to solve.

Ay......

Uncle Xiao, before he entered the rivers and lakes, he had already left the rivers and lakes.

Wudang, it's really too difficult!

......

Aiming for the first?

Uncle Xiao is a genius, born with the Tao, performing martial arts with the avenue, standing too high, naturally he doesn't care about those rising stars of the same age.

But the juniors of Wudang really can't do it......

Zheng Qingshan smiled bitterly, and then explained.

"Uncle Rongyu, three teachings and nine streams, the Taoist sect is the first. The rivers and lakes are in great contention, and there is an unprecedented era of martial arts, and under the favor of luck, there are many heroes. The Taoist Gate is ancient and has an extraordinary heritage, and there are many geniuses, far beyond the ancestors, and the rivers and lakes are famous. The Kongtong faction has a disciple Tai Yuanzi who has introduced the cultivation of the Fantian Seal Method, which has not been practiced for thousands of years in the sect, although it is only the first form, but it is already immeasurably powerful. Wen Gang, a disciple of the Shenxiao faction, practiced the thunder method in the palm of his hand, and between his fists, there was a thunderous power, which was strong and fierce, and broke through all the evil......s;

He listed the current geniuses in the Daomen one by one, and they were all extraordinary.

But Lu Chunliang just had a pale face, his eyes opened slightly, and he spoke leisurely, "So what?"

"Wudang is a thousand years old, and it is not lost to others. How can I lose my martial arts?"

For the sake of his own safety, he can't go down the mountain for a while.

But steadfastness is not from the heart.

If you talk about the mystery of martial arts, Lu Chunliang really hasn't been afraid of anyone.

The three crazy patriarchs fought all over the world thousands of years ago, and one person monopolized the world's martial arts, and was known as the first person in the millennium, alongside Shaolin Dharma.

Wudang is the legend of the three crazy descendants, and the inheritance of martial arts is the top stream of the rivers and lakes.

Coupled with the special effects of Lu Chunliang's self-generation of martial arts, the martial arts have changed, and he has already surpassed the original shackles, and even got rid of martial arts and entered the mysteries, tending to be first-class in cultivating immortals

Otherwise, he couldn't do it before, and with one blow, he defeated the Blood Sea Demon Boy with a single move.

If it weren't for the realm, he was better, but the grade of his own martial arts surpassed the old devil I don't know how many grades.

Cultivating immortals versus practicing martial arts, this can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction blow to some extent.

It's just that it involves the great secret of his own cultivation, and Lu Chunliang naturally won't explain anything, just lightly and explain the facts.

Zheng Qingshan was stunned for a moment, thought about it slightly, and was stunned to find that it was really as Uncle Xiao said.

The first thing he did when he returned to the mountain this time was to understand the scene of the old devil attacking the mountain that day.

Among the highlights, in addition to the little uncle's palm to subdue the old demon, there are also the seven sons of Wudang, who crossed the ranks and fought head-on, defeating the Seven Demons of the Blood Demon.

You must know that the cultivation of the Seven Demons is all the notorious blood demon magic methods in the rivers and lakes, and the power is terrifying.

The seventh son can behave like this, obviously because he learned peerless martial arts from his uncle.

"Uncle Xiao is in his chest, and his nephew admires it!" Zheng Qingshan was impressed, but then he still had a solemn face, "Uncle Xiao has ambitions first, and my nephew is not a courageless person, but I also ask Uncle Xiao to know."

In this competition, the strongest opponent faced by the seven sons of Wudang was Zhang Tianci, the chief disciple from Longhu Mountain, although this person was far inferior to the little uncle, but he was also a genius in the sky, ranking third on the tiger list with the realm of five grades, and competing with those who were higher than him.

It's just that this son has already practiced the Heavenly Master Wangqi Technique that only the Heavenly Master can practice in Longhu Mountain for generations. Once this work is successful, there is really an unpredictable opportunity, open the eyebrows, if there is a heavenly eye. Once any martial arts in the world is used, it will be reflected in the heart, replacing the way of heaven with the hearts of the people, calculating all the changes in the moves, seeing through the opponent's qi, anticipating the enemy's machine first, attacking everything, and almost invincible at the same level!"

"Is the Heavenly Master looking at qi techniques?" Lu Chun said secretly in his conscience.

Although his martial arts are born with special effects, he will not underestimate anyone.

Longhu Mountain is the source of Taoism and has an ancient heritage.

Even the three mad patriarchs of this sect are also the side of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, and the depth of their heritage can be seen.

The most famous martial arts in the rivers and lakes of Longhu Mountain is the Heavenly Master's Qi Technique, the human heart represents the way of heaven, and the eye of heaven is the world.

But although this is a great achievement, it is not enough to make him afraid.

Lu Chunliang thought about it slightly, and there was already a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There are only invincible people in this world, and there is no invincible martial arts. No matter how subtle a martial art is, there will be flaws! The way of heaven is infinite, and the human heart is endless. If a person is considered to be the will of heaven, he will be favored by him, and he will be counterattacked. This Heavenly Master's victory in Qi Technique is won by Heaven's will, and defeat is also defeated by Heaven's will, and it is not difficult to win. I have a plan in mind! You must know that I am not short of geniuses in Wudang!"

"Oh, Uncle Xiao thinks that who can defeat the Dragon and Tiger Little Heavenly Master?" Zheng Qingshan couldn't help but be surprised.

Uncle Xiao's words and deeds are by no means empty words, but must have deep meaning.

"Soldier to soldier, king to king! This Tianci is the chief disciple of Longhu Mountain, and the one who can defeat him is naturally Xie Baoshu, the senior brother of the Seven Sons of Wudang!" Lu Chunliang said indifferently.

"Isn't it Lingyun, Xiaolou?" Zheng Qingshan was slightly stunned.

Although Xie Baoshu is his descendant disciple, it is precisely because of this that he knows that his disciple is superior in his simple temperament and single-mindedness.

But if you talk about the high level of talent, he is not as good as the second junior brother's apprentice Shangguan Lingyun, and if you talk about understanding and cleverness, he is not as good as the third junior brother's apprentice Zhuang Xiaolou!

"Mountain people have their own tricks!" Facing the doubts of the teacher and nephew, Lu Chunliang only smiled mysteriously, "I have a martial art, but I can break the heavens and master the qi technique." However, those who practice this skill must have no distracting thoughts in their minds, and only those who have pure intentions can practice it! You must know that if you have too many thoughts, sometimes it will inevitably be a burden!"

"There are such miraculous feats in the world!" Zheng Qingshan was surprised.

At this time, Lu Chunliang said again: "It is imperative that you urge Xie Baoshu to practice as soon as possible, and don't be stingy with the elixir stored in this sect, so that Xie Baoshu can be promoted to the fifth rank as soon as possible, so that you can practice this skill." He has strong roots, so he doesn't have to worry about pulling out the seedlings to help him grow!"

"Obey Uncle Shi's orders!" Zheng Qingshan agreed.

"Then!" Lu Chunliang pushed his palm, and a thin book moved in the air.

"This is ......," Zheng Qingshan instinctively took it.

"This is the Purifying Pulp Sutra!" Lu Chunliang said with a smile, "It is a kung fu that is easy to cleanse the marrow, which can help people get rid of their rebirth and bones, and you can take it down and teach it to the Wudang people to improve their root bones! The seven sons of Wudang have been successfully practiced, you can ask them to guide the disciples." ”

Easy tendon and marrow washing?

Uncle Xiao has such miraculous skills?!

Zheng Qingshan suddenly pulled off a handful of beards, grinning in pain, but at this time he couldn't care about this, full of surprise.

The acquired improvement of people's innate root bones, how rare is this martial arts?

Each of them is enough to suppress the sect and lay a thousand-year-old foundation, and there is a steady stream of geniuses for the younger generations.

I Wudang also has the magic skills side by side with the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, why can't I prosper?

As the head of Wudang, Zheng Qingshan still doesn't understand how valuable this seemingly thin book is.

Even if his heart is calm, his hands tremble for a while, and his lips are squirming, but he is speechless.

It's just that a thousand words and thousands of words are in my heart, and it is difficult to explain them for a while.

In the end, he could only bow deeply, and his voice was choked.

"Uncle Xiao is really painstaking for me Wudang!"

......

"Junior brothers, junior sisters, remember that this martial art is called the Washing the Pulp Sutra, which is a miracle created by the little master and uncle to improve the root bones, and it is not inferior to the Shaolin Yijin Sutra. You can learn this skill thanks to the blessing and protection of your little uncle and ancestor. When you understand the good intentions of your little uncle, learn martial arts, and protect me Wudang!"

On the Xuanwu platform, all the disciples stood straight and had high morale, and Xie Baoshu was like a spear, standing at the forefront, calmly speaking.

"Yes, obey the orders of the senior brother! The kindness of the senior uncle will never be forgotten!" all the disciples shouted in unison, and the sound soared to the sky. ，

"Okay!" Xie Baoshu nodded, and then sank his waist immediately, his qi and blood surged, and there was heat like smoke and mist, rising out.

Such a vision caused the disciples' eyes to widen and their hearts were filled with boundless surprise.

The master's divine skill is really magical!

I didn't expect to be able to get the ancestral inheritance one day, which is really a good thing that I can't even think of in my dreams.

There will really be pie in the sky......

The Wudang disciples didn't blink their eyes, for fear that if they missed a move, they would regret it.

"The marrow washing meridian is divided into nine forms. The first type is the preparatory type: carry it in situ!"

"The second form, the meridians are stretched!"

"The third style, open the chest and pull the back!"

......

"Eighth Style: Volley!"

"Ninth Pose: Muscle Repair and Bone Repair!"

Xie Baoshu rehearsed the nine styles of washing the marrow one by one in one go, and suddenly the qi and machine around his body changed, the moves were simple and unpretentious, but the qi and blood around his body were surging as if they were boiling, and there was a crackling sound between the bones, like firecrackers, and there was the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

Under the surging of qi and blood, it exudes a hot breath like fire, and the heat is pressing.

The most bizarre thing is that between the ups and downs of the fists and feet, there is a loud sound with a unique beat.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...... 2234, 5678...... Three-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight......

There seemed to be an invisible demonic nature in the rhythm, and the Wudang disciples involuntarily followed the beat of their senior brother and made alumsy comparisons.

This luck immediately felt very different.

Qi and blood are activated, first the flesh and bones are calcined in the furnace fire, which is hot and dry, but it can be refined into steel.

The unique melodic sound of the beat vibrates the flesh from the outside, like a hammer beating, the pain is unbearable, but the body is forged and reborn.

So the more you practice this marrow washing sutra, the more addictive it becomes, and the more addicted you are, the more you practice......

They are in pain and happy......

So, on this day, on the Wudang Xuanwu platform, the sound was loud, setting off heavy clouds and waves, and there was the sound of mountains and tsunamis, and tens of thousands of people recited.

“

One step at a time, the kung fu mind should be concentrated

Take the middle line by the elbow, and the standard is memorized

The bridge hand is rigid and soft, and the circle horse is also heavy

......”

That's what it is......

Uncle Xiao's marrow washing scripture?

It's extraordinary!

Standing on the top of Tianzhu Peak and looking down, Zheng Qingshan stroked his beard and smiled, his face was gratified.

Although these disciples in front of them are still shallow, they exude a vigorous vitality that they did not have before, and the future is promising.

And the seven sons of Wudang have grown up under the training of the little uncle.

I, Wudang, have gone through many hardships, and finally swept away the previous decline, do you want Jitai to come?

His eyes were far away, as if he saw that the sky above Wudang had gradually risen to the sky, and although its momentum was slow, it was also unstoppable.

Zheng Qingshan couldn't help but say that Nan Nan said, "Master, as you said." Three crazy martial arts for a thousand years, and then Zhongxing relied on pure goodness!"

"How fortunate Wudang is? Fortunately, there is a little uncle!

......

The hearts of the people under the mountain are excited, and the people on the mountain are pure.

Lu Chunliang sneaked around and made sure that there was no one before he let out a breath and quietly opened the letter in his hand.

"The dear master is above, and the apprentice Ling'er bows his head:

A farewell of three months, such as three lifetimes. The master's immortal face is still in front of him.

......

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