The sound of faint footsteps came from behind him, and he turned his head to see Qinghe, dressed in a gray robe, walking over, with an iron sword in his hand.

Qinghe glanced at the handprint on the stone with a shocked look in his eyes.

It's unimaginable that Zhang Zheng really only took seven days of kung fu to practice Wudang's Mianzhang to a small level, such qualifications are enough to describe horror, Qinghe has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and it is the first time to see someone with such qualifications.

As everyone knows, Zhang Zheng can master Mianzhang at such a fast speed, mainly because of his deep foundation. In modern society, the art of swords has long been eliminated, and martial artists mainly polish their bodies, practice internal boxing techniques, and temper the art of fighting. Zhang Zhengwei before crossing, since childhood martial arts, delving into palm boxing, quite experienced, this life, there are martial arts cheats, and there is Qinghe's guidance, it is understandable to be able to practice in a short period of time.

But these Qinghe didn't know, he only said that Zhang was a martial arts wizard who happened once in a century.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang was Jinyiwei and Old Man Qi's apprentice, he couldn't help but think of accepting apprentices.

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"Next"

Qinghe threw the iron sword in his hand at him, Zhang Zheng dispersed the energy in his hand and grabbed the iron sword.

"What does that mean, senior?" he asked.

"Seeing the joy of hunting, by the way, I will teach you your swordsmanship. "Clear the river.

When Zhang Zheng heard this, his face suddenly darkened, his swordsmanship was put in the rivers and lakes, although it was not weak, but it was definitely not the top, and he was not happy to find Qinghe, who was known as the sword immortal?

Qinghe probably guessed his thoughts, and added: "Don't worry, I only use fifty percent of my strength, I want to see how many percent of you have learned Wudang swordsmanship." ”

With his assurance, Zhang Zheng no longer shirked, and just used Qinghe's hand to familiarize himself with the demon swordsmanship and the true martial arts swordsmanship.

"Senpai, be careful. He spoke, and the iron sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, turned into a cold light, and slashed towards Qinghe's eyebrows.

"The first form of the Demon Sword Technique. Qinghe's eyes were full of light, and he sighed in his mouth, just this sword, Zhang Zheng's swordsmanship surpassed most people on the rivers and lakes. He backhanded his sword, and the blade of the sword was raised, and the iron sword that had been cut open was removed.

"Second style" Zhang Zheng drank lightly, and the long sword in his hand brought up a phantom, enveloping Qinghe.

"Bell, bell", the two swords kept colliding together, bursting out with dazzling sparks.

The iron sword in Zhang Zheng's hand changed, and the nine swordsmanship of the demon were used one after another, which was on par with Qinghe's fight, and the two figures jumped, bringing a violent mountain wind.

"Snort", the cold sword light tore through Qinghe's defense, and the iron sword slashed across the arc and slashed from a strange angle.

The ninth style of the demon sword, the sword and the demon.

The timing of this move is just right, when the old power of Qinghe has just gone, and the new force has not yet been born.

Unexpectedly, instead of panicking, Qinghe showed a successful smile.

Zhang Zheng sighed in his heart, he didn't expect that he was still calculated by the old man, this was just a flaw deliberately leaked by Qinghe.

"Bang dang", Qinghe dodged the sword sideways, and in the next second, a powerful force shook Zhang Zheng back through the long sword.

"Seniors are calculating. He was unhappy, and he refused to suffer, so he stepped forward again, and the sword momentum in his hand changed, and the iron sword was cut off, which was the starting style of the real martial sword.

Different from the weird and changeable sword of the demon sword, the real martial arts swordsmanship is concise, awe-inspiring, and dignified.

This sword technique fits his sword technique, and it is a little more powerful out of thin air.

An iron sword was cut down and swept away by Qinghe, Zhang Zheng did not relent, the second sword, the third sword was on the iron sword in an instant, and the huge power exploded, but it was unloaded on the stone in the ground by Qinghe.

The two fought more than 20 moves again, but he was still too anxious, and was caught by Qinghe, and broke the sword momentum with a sword.

"No fights. Zhang Zheng accepted the iron sword, relying on swordsmanship alone, he was not an opponent at all, if it was a knife, he was still willing to fight.

After Qinghe put away the iron sword, he quipped: "Boy, do you want to consider joining my Wudang faction." With my teaching, you will be invincible in the world in less than ten years. ”

"Forget it. He refused, ten years later, the world has long changed, where does he have time to stay in Wudang Mountain.

Qinghe was not surprised to see him refuse, but he just felt a little pity.

The next generation of Wudang is not connected, and it all depends on the support of Qinghe and Qingquan, and the rest of the disciples are some unsuccessful guys, and none of them can provoke the beam.

However, although Zhang Zheng could not join Wudang, he still formed a good fate between the two, and with the love of teaching, it can be regarded as finding a way back for the Wudang faction.

In other words, Qinghe is investing in Zhang Zheng, and he is betting that Zhang Zheng will definitely be able to soar.

Between the two, the interests outweigh the friendship.

Since Zhang Zheng accepted Qinghe's teachings, he recognized the relationship between the two, and if something happened to Wudang in the future, he would not stand idly by.

"Senior, I'm going down the mountain today, yesterday the news came from the spies in the capital, Wei Zhongxian asked me to return to Beijing immediately. Zhang Zheng said.

Qinghe didn't speak, he paused, took out a token of Jinyiwei from his arms, and said: "Senior, this is my token, if something happens, you only need to send the token to Jinyiwei." ”

Qinghe took the token.

"Farewell"

Zhang Zheng took the flying fish suit on the side and put it on, went to the front yard to greet Qingquan, then took the saber and walked along the mountain road to the camp of Jinyiwei at the foot of the mountain.

His mood did not relax in the slightest, but became heavier and heavier, not only did Wei Zhongxian send someone yesterday, but Lu Wanyue also sent the guards in the mansion over.

didn't say much, just let him hurry back to Beijing. If there is no urgency, Lu Wanyue will never send someone over.

As for Wei Zhongxian, it was nothing more than to ask for the guilt, after all, he didn't bring the Immortal Pill back.

The Jinyi guard in the camp received an order yesterday, and he was ready early in the morning, and as soon as he arrived, he rushed to Beijing with more than 100 horsemen.

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At this time, the invisible struggle between the DPRK and China also reached the most fierce time, Wei Zhongxian's forces were defeated and retreated under the blows of Yang Lian and other Donglin party members, Dongchang Fanzi continued to be killed and wounded, and there were many martial arts masters stirring up the wind and rain, and several henchmen under Wei Zhongxian were assassinated.

Jinyiwei didn't suffer much damage, Beizhen Fusi had already been controlled by Zhang Zheng, under his secret instruction, Jinyiwei's masters did not work, and most of the dead and injured were people from Nanzhen Fusi.

Zhang Zheng was not in the capital, and Wei Zhongxian's forces were not protected, as if he had broken a hand and foot, which was also the reason why he urgently transferred Zhang Zheng back.

However, the Donglin Party also deliberately chose this opportunity, I don't know if they intentionally used the red pill to transfer Zhang Zheng out of Beijing, and then clean up the Wei Party.

Three days later, when he returned to Beijing with his masters, those martial arts masters who were making waves seemed to have gotten the news early and disappeared one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the Jinyi Wei master of Beizhen Fusi poured out of the nest and arrested a lot of people, and the bloody methods were terrifying.

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A vast mansion, surrounded by guarded guards and Dongchang fans.

Wei Zhongxian sat at the top of the hall, and below sat Xu Xianchun, Zheng Qi and other confidants.

The atmosphere was heavy, no one spoke, Wei Zhongxian's face was extremely gloomy, at this time, no one wanted to touch the mold, in the past few days, they were not less scolded.

"Qi Wei Gong, Jinyi Weibei Town Fu envoy Zhang is asking to see outside the door. ”

Hearing that Zhang Zheng was back, Wei Zhongxian's face softened slightly, and he asked his guards to lead Zhang Zheng in.

Below, Xu Xianchun, who bowed his head and was silent, was obviously relieved.