Where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. If a person in the rivers and lakes has no grievances, there are no rivers and lakes.

Regarding the fact that he learned to wrap his fingers around the soft sword from Song Qingshu's hands, Jiang Feng did not hide it. However, Zhang Sanfeng just smiled, and then explained to Jiang Feng in detail about this finger-winding sword.

Zhang Sanfeng practiced martial arts in retreat all the year round and ignored all the things in Wudang Mountain, but this was not because he didn't care about the Wudang faction. On the contrary, for the Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder, has always looked at him like his own child.

Otherwise, with Zhang Sanfeng's temper when he was young, how could he watch the Six Factions Alliance force his beloved disciples to death on his 100th birthday.

If people are in the rivers and lakes, if they have concerns, they are like putting an invisible shackle on their feet. No matter what you want to do or where you go, bondage from all sides will only make your hands and feet tighter and tighter, until, you have to choose to back down.

I have to say that Zhang Sanfeng's more than 100 years of martial arts cultivation is really a world of difference compared with most of the masters of the rivers and lakes that Jiang Feng has seen before.

Zhang Sanfeng can naturally see that Jiang Feng's internal strength contains but does not leak, and it does not lead to it, and it is definitely not through what kind of heavenly treasures he has eaten, or what kind of empowerment Dafa he has received.

And Jiang Feng's internal cultivation is very high, if you only talk about the amount of internal force, it is almost not under Zhang Sanfeng's penance for more than 100 years.

Although Zhang Sanfeng couldn't imagine why Jiang Feng could have such profound and mellow internal strength no matter what, one thing Zhang Sanfeng can be sure of is that in time, Jiang Feng will definitely be a figure who leverages the entire rivers and lakes.

A character like this, even without his Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through refining and refining qi and comprehends the artistic conception. Yes, Zhang Sanfeng is willing to do this kind of thing of pushing the boat down the river.

In the jade garden, Jiang Feng felt that the artistic conception was fire, and it was a domineering heavenly flame. And this time, what Jiang Feng felt in Zhang Sanfeng was the sea, a sea where calm and waves were intertwined, like a yin and yang fish.

Different from the feeling in the Jade Garden that day, Zhang Sanfeng never directly released his artistic conception for Jiang Feng. But through every word and deed in getting along day and night, every tiny action, let Jiang Feng understand what artistic conception is.

"Master Qiyu, Emei sent Master Jingxuan to come to Wudang Mountain to ask for a master, saying that he was ordered by the head of the Emei faction to exterminate Shitai, and he had something important to ask for a master!"

On the seventh day of the two of them, at noon under the scorching sun, Song Yuanqiao's voice finally couldn't hold back, breaking the original peace of the two.

"Okay, Yuanqiao, you go down first and prepare, and I'll meet Master Jingxuan in the True Martial Palace in a while!"

After that, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jiang Feng at this time, and said with a smile: "Jiang Xiaoyou, I'm sorry, there are some things in the door, and the old Taoist priest has to do it himself, so I don't accompany him!"

At this time, Jiang Feng slowly clenched his fists and said: "Thank you Zhang Zhenren for your advice, Song Daxia came today, I think for me, it is a Zen opportunity."

I fell in love with Wuji, and if I went to him to hover for a moment or two, I would have to say goodbye to Zhang Zhenren!"

"Wuji's child has a bad fate, if it weren't for the coincidence that he was able to meet Jiang Xiaoyou, I'm afraid he would have gone with his parents by now.

Wudang Mountain is full of Taoist monks, he grew up on Ice and Fire Island since he was a child, he has no friends, and it is really a blessing to have a friend like Jiang Xiaoyou who often remembers him. The old Taoist priest thanked his parents here!"

"Don't dare, Zhang Zhenren, please!"

"Please!"

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The sound of the beginning of Wudang Mountain, there is no famous gate, and the whole Wudang Mountain is just sporadically located in some grass houses.

However, today, a hundred years of rotation, vicissitudes of life, now you are the Wulin Taishan Beidou of my Wudang faction, on the grandeur of the hall, the architectural style, is no longer under the inheritance of thousands of years of Shaolin.

Although Taoism pays attention to non-action, the people of this world are mostly influenced by the concept of Confucianism, and the elder and the young are still very distinct.

The center of the entire Wudang Mountain is not the True Martial Palace, but the small courtyard of Zhang Sanfeng's retreat. In this way, in turn is the residence of the Wudang Seven Heroes and their three generations of personal disciples.

Although Zhang Cuishan did not return all year round, his residence has been retained, repaired and cleaned every year. Yes, at this time, Jiang Feng wants to find Zhang Wuji, and it really doesn't take much effort!

However, just when Jiang Feng had not yet arrived at Zhang Wuji's residence, suddenly, a burst of weapon collision came faintly from a rather empty martial arts arena.

Jiang Feng had just taken a few steps and put his eyes into it, but he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, it turned out that Zhang Wuji and several other old acquaintances he was looking for were here.

In this martial arts arena surrounded by trees, there were dozens of people gathered there, this not too big place, crowded with so many people, and even on a few large trees nearby, there were a few people who were standing on the branches and looking out.

In the circle surrounded by so many people, there were two people holding long swords, fighting together.

Among them, the one who is obviously much older is none other than Song Qingshu.

At this time, his hand was around the soft sword, the sword light and sword shadow, tossing and turning, wherever the person went, a cold light moved. Judging by his smiling face and the pace that seemed to be a leisurely stroll, it was clear that he had not yet used his full strength.

The person who fought with Song Qingshu was a woman, she was born with a slender body, a green skirt dragging the ground, a graceful body, weak and boneless, slim, slender waist, and fluttering clothes. The eyes are bright, the eyes are rippling, the eyes are clear like water, crystal clear. Even more fair-skinned and delicate, with slender hands, it was nothing more than the many Wudang Sect disciples who were watching at this time staring at him one by one.

And Zhang Wuji, who was standing relatively close at this time, was not exempt from vulgarity, but seeing that he was clasping his hands, his little face was flushed. It looks like he wants to shout and cheer, but he can't say it.

"Ah......" a low shout, coupled with a faint tremor from Zhang Wuji's body. When Zhang Wuji turned his face, he saw that the person who had just patted him on the shoulder was Jiang Feng, who had not seen him for a few days.

"Mowgli, how can you watch others compete with swords here? Who is that little girl? ”

As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and said: "Brother Jiang, don't you remember? She is Zhou Zhiruo who we met in Hanshui back then, I remember that it was Brother Jiang that you sent her to Mount Emei! This time, she came to Wudang Mountain with Master Xuanjing, saying that she was successful in learning and art, and came out to have a long experience, so she will learn from Senior Brother Qingshu here!"

"I see, no wonder, it's really a female college eighteen changes!" (To be continued.) )