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"Forget it! Forget it! As a master, I can't teach you anything good, so you...you can go on to another career!" said the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to have a bright idea, and he said: "Master! Wudang sect can teach people without discrimination, and it does not exclude people from bringing art as a teacher. As long as they are good people in the world, they can teach them."

"Our Chang'an Sword Sect is well-known as a chivalrous man, why don't we join our sect?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard the words, and was about to yell at him, but found that the two juniors who had been supporting him all shook their hands very neatly.

Although they are older, why don't they feel moved?

Being defeated by one against three by a boy who needs to be taught by ear, don't they be curious about what kind of stronger martial arts are, and how strong are they while they are elders without face?

"You... you guys!" The injured middle-aged man almost vomited blood, but unfortunately, his inner strength was weak, even if his breath was disordered, that amount of inner strength was not enough to shake out a mouthful of old blood.

The young Chang Ping saw that there was something to be done, and immediately stepped up: "Master! Going to Wudang is not about forgetting the ancestors. On the contrary, it is about finding an opportunity to carry forward our Chang'an Sword School. The ancestors will be happy if they have knowledge."

"Wudang is not the Quanzhen sect, it is following the path of scattered Taoist priests. We are not completely monks after we get started. When we have learned something in the future, we may be able to apply to leave the mountain and open another courtyard. At that time, we will meet again. Wouldn't reshaping the Chang'an Sword Sect be a glorious lintel?"

The injured middle-aged man gradually calmed down.

After thinking about it again, I felt that what my disciple said actually made some sense.

The two juniors also began to persuade each other.

After a stick of incense, the four people who were chasing the fierce battle unexpectedly formed a team and also headed towards Wudang Mountain.

Similar scenes, but in different ways, are staged in the entire martial arts world.

Some led to tragedies, and some, like the Chang'an Sword Sect, raised their sects and defected.

If arrows are drawn on the map, then tens of thousands of arrows will flock to Wudang from all over the country.

Correspondingly, the towns at the foot of Wudang Mountain are full of people.

It was extraordinarily lively and lively.

Chapter 78 North Wind Rolling White Grass Fold

"God is so unfair!" Kublai Khan was riding a horse, looking at the endless snow line, holding a copy of "Xuanzhen Gong" compiled by Cao Zhe.

This exercise explains in a simple way what is internal strength, what is breathing and exhaling. Although it does not involve any profound martial arts principles, it can make it easy for people who can read and write easily. You can also get started within a few days.

"Profusely! Do you want to pass it on so that the children can all learn?" A fierce general under the account asked Kublai Khan.

"Of course! With the martial arts of these Han people, our children will be stronger and able to fight against the increasingly cruel wind and snow."

Speaking of this Mongolian Khan who is actually a competitor, he looked at the sky with an increasingly gloomy expression.

The blizzard has been falling for almost a month. It should be the time for the ice and snow to melt and the grass to grow, but God still has no intention of restraining himself.

He didn't really care about those people dying or living.

However, this is the capital for him to compete in the Central Plains and strive for competition evaluation.

Can't be damaged too much.

"Erasure all the tribes that don't obey the dispatch from the map!"

"Their children and men are not worthy to continue to enjoy the favor of the Longevity Heaven, and to distribute women to children who have done meritorious deeds." After Kublai Khan finished speaking, he turned his horse back not far behind. A particularly large group of tents.

Among the tents, there are some strange bald-headed people wearing not thick cold clothes, shuttling among the crowd, teaching some Mongolian warriors and Han people martial arts.

A blind old man was imprisoned in a big iron cage, and his mouth was stuffed with fine steel needles. If he moved his mouth slightly, his mouth would be dripping with blood.

But he still refused to give in, his lips were always squirming, although he couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was not a good word.

Jinling City, which is thousands of miles away, is still full of singing and dancing.

The turbulent waves in the dark did not seem to affect the glitz on the water.

Zijin Mountain is wrapped in a hazy smoke of incense, and the originally dense forest has gradually turned into a lively square.

A large number of buildings were built on the mountains, and dense crowds shuttled among them.

There are young people who come to practice martial arts, believers who come to burn incense and worship immortals, hawkers who come here to do business with the crowd, and children who like to watch the excitement...

The smell of fireworks in the world has permeated the entire mountain.

At the place where the copper hall was originally located, a tall and stalwart statue of Cao Zhe is now being erected.

This shows how correct Cao Zhe's choice was.

This is not a good place to clean up and accumulate.

Too many voices, too many desires, too many distracting thoughts.

Although Dayin is hidden in the city, the key word is 'yin'.

Cao Zhe can easily draw his sword against the powerful, but it is impossible to slaughter believers and common people all over the mountain.

The cold wind blowing from the north swayed in the fireworks of the Six Dynasties, and it became a song on the Qinhuai River, and a dance of water sleeves.

Huang Xiang led Zhenshansi's men and horses, and galloped across the wide street on horses.

In the empty palace hall, Wang Yu stood alone in front of the hall, the light in the hall flickered on and off.

A sigh rose from the depths of the ground and echoed continuously in the hall.

It seemed that there were countless words of admonition, all of which were finally contained in this sigh.

Two lamas from Daxue Mountain suddenly fell from the roof.

Compared with ordinary people, the palm was much thicker, and it hit Wang Yu heavily.

Wang Yu's body pierced with thunder, like a sharp sword, forced the two lamas to retreat.

"Wang Yu, Dean of Dayue Science and Technology Institute!"

"What we are looking for is not you. Let Guo Jing come out to meet him. Everyone says that his palm technique is the best in the world among the Han people. We are two brothers and sisters. We have studied under the Living Buddha and have specialized in Mahamudra for forty years. We do not accept his name, so we are here. Challenge." The two lamas said in very jerky Chinese.

Wang Yu said: "Challenge you not to go through the main entrance?"

"Also, this is Dayue, this place is Dayue Imperial Palace, did you come here just as you said?"

Amidst the loud shouts, a large number of armored soldiers rushed over with muskets and cannons, and surrounded the two lamas.

"You guys don't have the morality of Jianghu!" said a lama.

The corner of Wang Yu's mouth twitched: "This is the imperial court, not the rivers and lakes!"

"Take it!"

Then the sound of guns and guns broke out. Although the two lamas had profound skills, they couldn't withstand the dense bullets, and soon they were shot several times and fell into a pool of blood.

"Training the spear array specially aimed at Jianghu masters with a strong body and flexible hands and feet does have some effect, but it's a pity..." Wang Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about that question.

At this moment, Huang Xiang arrived just in time, saw the two corpses being dragged out, and couldn't help saying, "This is the fourth time this month!"

"I don't feel right!"

Wang Yu nodded and said, "Of course something is wrong!"

"This is the latest news, take a look."

After finishing speaking, he handed a roll of paper to Huang Xiang.

After Huang Xiang saw it, his expression changed drastically.

"The Mongols are going south again?"

"Could it be impossible to defend against the artillery array at the Thirteenth Frontier?" Huang Xiang asked.

Wang Yu said: "This year we can stop it... But the weather has changed a lot, and the north is getting colder and colder. Our gun barrel materials are still not good enough. The temperature difference between cold and hot is too large, it is easy to blow the tube, and the weather is too cold. A problem with too much snow and wind to ignite."

"I will arrange to solve it, but... even if it is to improve a new sample, replace the equipment of the entire army, and replace it on a large scale, it will take at least three years."

Huang Xiang stopped talking when he heard the words. Instead, he seemed to say something irrelevant.

"What about him? What are you going to do?"

Wang Yu's eyes flickered, and then he said: "He is still retreating, leave it to me to handle it."

"Huang Xiang, since you are the crown prince, you have to shoulder heavy responsibilities."

"What we give you is not for nothing."

Huang Xiang suddenly smiled and said, "Did you give it?"

"Why don't I remember?"

"Wang Yu! I know what you're planning."

"I'll tell you right now, it's absolutely impossible!"

"He didn't kill you, he just took care of the overall situation, and I... just a woman, a woman with a small heart. If you don't restrain yourself, I will kill you. As for the merit and crime, I will bear it together."

After finishing speaking, Huang Xiang walked away in a huff.

Captain Zhenshansi, composed of dozens of Jianghu masters, followed Huang Xiang closely, never leaving.

She has subdued Zhenshansi and has real power that belongs to her.

"I've tried it, and it's impossible to continue."

"This is my mistake, even if you hold me back, it won't help, Wang Yu... just let me go!"

"This is the consequence I have to bear." A voice said leisurely under the hall.

But Wang Yu was suddenly angry, his eyes were red: "No! It's a great situation, we can't just give up like this, he can do it...I believe you can too."

"The current situation, I can still stand it, three years... I can last three years, if you can't break the situation in three years, then I will accept my fate."

His Majesty's voice no longer came out.

It's just that the faint wind and thunder pierced through, and the dragon's chant bursts, but they continued to echo in the depths of the ground.

Chapter 79

At this time, two full years and four months have passed since the second sermon on Zijin Mountain.

It is another year of deep winter and the close of the year.

Wudang Mountain is also covered in silver.

The hustle and bustle of the rivers and lakes has been locked away from the mountains by numerous checkpoints.

Although there is still an endless stream of people who come to apprentice every day, there are very few disciples who can actually pass the seven-level test and enter the Wudang Zhenwu Hall.

Most of them can only pass three levels, join the outer court, take three second-rate martial arts courses, and continue to wander the world.

However, with the blood transfusion of the whole world, outstanding young people are still joining Wudang in an endless stream.

Even after being picky and screened repeatedly, the Wudang Zhenwu Hall has gathered 36 talents, more than a dozen of the fifth-rank location masters defined by Cao Zhe, and they are already undisputed first-class in the world when they enter the location.

Naturally, these so-called location masters were all promoted after learning the first-class martial arts created by Cao Zhe.

The world in the mountains is clean and free.

Nearly half of the undulating Taoist palace has been built.

These buildings have used a lot of manpower and material resources, and most importantly, there are many foreign masters in the world as volunteer labor.

With the help of these masters, those building materials that were difficult to transport up the mountain became easier, and they were sent to the top of the mountain.

Of course, steel and cement also played the most important role in promoting it.

Otherwise, even if there are experts to help share the heavy work, it will take at least seven or eight years to build such a large palace.

Heavy snow has blocked the mountain, and the construction sites on the mountain have been shut down.

The original noise disappeared, leaving only the silence of harmony between man and nature.

The shimmering golden and purple copper hall is located on the cliff where Cao Zhe had enlightened, beside the big blue stone that he often breathes cross-legged.

At this time, Cao Zhe, dressed in a white Taoist robe, was sitting amidst the clouds and mist and the snow, but the surroundings were full of warmth.

A little bit of true yang that has been repeatedly refined has grown in the dantian like a pigeon's egg, giving birth to a bright golden light.

In just a moment, the true yang turned into liquid again, flowing into the meridians of the whole body, even sticking to the skin, and stuffing it into the muscles.

Cao Zhe's hand suddenly shone with golden light, and then became several times its original size.

With a punch, the clouds in the distance broke a long hole.

"It still doesn't work! Cover the body with true yang, forcibly change the body structure, and carry out substantial changes. This involves too many more profound problems. Internal strength, true qi, and mental strength trained alone are not enough to solve it. This It's not my problem, but the basic structure of power, the limitations formed." Cao Zhe shook his head, then continued to close his eyes and meditate.