When Li Changan woke up, it was already July, and the serious injury on the day of the opening of the sky made him unconscious, and when he woke up, he had a splitting headache, and his expression was still a little trance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the peach wood sword on the table, at this time, a stream of information suddenly burst out in his mind, the burning in his eyebrows was still there, and he rubbed his head, although the pain was reluctantly acceptable, he was seriously injured and in a coma for more than half a month, during which countless pills had been poured into him, in fact, the injury on his body had already healed, and more of it was to slowly digest the information in his mind.

"The Emperor's Trick?"

Puzzled, he saw the exercises in his mind, this immortal martial arts method that the old man Wang tried his best to get his hands on was this?

Walking out of the thatched house, the Wudang master outside the house was sitting on a bamboo chair and didn't know what to think, and the upside-down donkey on the other side was decocting medicine.

wanted to ask something, but the words came to his mouth and he couldn't speak, the voice choked twice in his throat, and Li Changan, who couldn't ask, could only stand there quietly, and for a while the scene was a little weird.

"The master's tomb is on the Lotus Peak. After being silent for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng slowly spoke.

Hmm, looking at Zhang Sanfeng and Li Changan, who were about to leave, he said: "In August, the palace will send five hundred rare Taoist books, and in the future, one million incense money will be sent to Wudang every year." ”

frowned, hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly turned around, and his words were filled with the smell of gunpowder: "The master did this, but it didn't make you ......"

"I'm from Wudang. He said softly, without giving Zhang Sanfeng a chance to finish speaking, Li Changan walked towards the Lotus Peak.

Looking at Li Changan's departing figure, he smiled for no reason, Zhang Sanfeng's hands were the two fairy crystals that Li Changan gave him at the beginning.

"Wudang people ......"

The number of times Li Changan came to this Lotus Peak is not much, but at least he can recognize the way, followed by the red-eyed Lao Liu, since Li Changan fell into a coma, the Lao Liu has not closed his eyes for half a month, after all, Wang Chongyang has exchanged his life for Li Changan's immortal martial arts companion, although there should be no problem, but the sixth is still afraid of that in case, and now he is vigilant when he sees anyone.

The tomb of Wang Chongyang on the Lotus Peak is not big, just a small mound with a stone tablet carved in front of it, a person walked to this tombstone, poured a pot of wine, and looked at the tombstone with a wry smile.

"It is said that you don't owe Wu Dang, but you were cheated in the end, wouldn't it be a waste to exchange your life for my immortal martial arts peers?"

The self-deprecation in his tone became more and more intense, and it was impossible for Wang Chongyang to answer any words at this moment, so he could only listen to Li Changan's grievances quietly under this tombstone, and he might not hear it, after all, it was just a well-dressed mound.

I don't know where to dig out a dry branch, knocking on the wine jug, the sound of the knock has the sound of a bell, a slight rhythm of the beating of the mouth is the Buddhist spiritual song, Buddhism has been suppressed by Taoism for nearly a hundred years to rely on this spiritual song to gain a trace of status among the people, and at this moment it is used to bid farewell to the old Taoist priest of Wudang, I don't know whether it will vomit blood from the Buddhist monk, or let Wang Chongyang under the nine springs scold the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

The whole song was supposed to be sung by hundreds of monks for three hours, but this Wudang must not let three hundred monks sing it, and it is even more impossible for Li Changan to sing for three hours, so he threw down the dead branch and patted his ass and left.

Finally glanced at the tombstone, just now when he was feeling the human emperor's trick, Li Changan knew that there was this sword style, and when he looked at the wooden sword in his hand, the self-deprecating voice on his face was even stronger.

"I've got you covered. ”

Since he can walk with immortals and martial arts, Li Changan naturally goes more to cultivate the human emperor technique, but fortunately, this immortal method does not have too many requirements, even at night, it can be practiced slowly, and it depends more on the cultivator's own perception, unlike the Great Imperial Court, the last thing this human emperor can do is to retreat to drill the tip of the horns, if Li Changan learns from the old families of Longhu Mountain to spend a hundred years of retreat and not be born, it is estimated that this body of practice will not advance an inch in this life.

Practicing hand-wrapping and wooden swords during the day, practicing the human emperor trick at night, every day like Yongwang will come to Li Chang'an, after counting a hexagram, he quietly watched Li Chang'an practice martial arts, and sometimes said a few words, but Li Chang'an didn't care about these, but this riding a donkey was really very strange, he seemed to know a lot of things, but he didn't seem to know anything.

Every time I asked this guy, he pretended to be stupid and was in a daze, and then Li Changan didn't bother to say anything, more often it was two people in a daze, and then I estimated that it was quite boring, like Yongwang always begged Li Changan to tell him about the things under the mountain, although every time he would despise this guy Why didn't he go down the mountain to see it himself, but every time Li Changan still said.

Time passed like this, and Li Chang'an's hands had some clues, but the human emperor was still like that, and there was a small purple-gold mole in the center of his eyebrows, which was droplet-shaped.

When cultivating the human emperor's formula, the true qi in the body runs for a week, and every time after passing through this place, it will be thicker than the true qi absorbed from the outside world, and the true qi in the body is beginning to be rich, and the true qi that a four-grade master should have Li Changan can be regarded as having it, but the effect of this immortal martial peer has still not appeared.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and exhaling a breath of turbidity, feeling the changes in his body Li Changan couldn't help frowning, except for the fact that the true qi of the night was thicker, there was still no change, although the true qi in the body had already exceeded the needs of a fourth-grade master, but there was also this upper limit, and the cultivation in the past two days had not changed much, could it be that this person's immortal martial arts companions of the emperor's recipe were the only these?

Shook his head and walked out of the thatched house, only to open the door to see Zhang Sanfeng sitting in the yard boiling ginkgo, in October the ginkgo trees on Wudang Mountain continue to drop fruit, just cheap these old Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain, nothing to cook ginkgo fruit has become the norm.

Seeing Li Changan come out and hand him a bowl of ginkgo sweet soup, Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth and asked, "How is your cultivation?"

I also did it, and tasted the ginkgo biloba, which tasted good, and drank it without a sip, and his tone was full of bitterness: "How can it be, just like that?"

After cultivating for so long without any change, Li Changan himself began to doubt, and couldn't help asking, "This immortal martial is really that powerful." ”

With a smiling face, the current Zhang Sanfeng is more and more like that Wang Chongyang.

"What do you think?"

"Can you be the best in the world?"

"Hehe, you underestimate him too much!"