Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

Zhang Cuishan felt that he and Yin Susu might have lived on Binghuo Island for not just ten years, but a hundred years. The time he and his wife and children went to live in the Buddhist countryside was not half a year, but five hundred years.

If they hadn’t stayed on Binghuo Island for a hundred years, then why did they find Bai Xiu, who looked completely inhuman, as soon as they came back from Binghuo Island, and the one who came to arrest them later looked like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? It looks very similar, but I dare not recognize the Ksitigarbha saint at all.

And if they hadn't lived in Tianfo's hometown for five hundred years, then why would he see his master flying in the sky? You can even draw circles in the air.

"...What happened in Wudang Mountain?"

He went out to live for half a year, why did the master ascend right where he was?

"A lot of things happened, and I can't explain them for a while. Let's go back first."

Song Yuanqiao smiled and patted Zhang Cuishan, who was doubting his life. Perhaps it was because these days were so exciting that when he saw the Zhang Cuishan family who had returned, he actually felt like he was in another world.

"I haven't seen you in half a year. Wuji has grown taller."

"Uncle, Grand Master is flying in the sky!"

Although Zhang Wuji has lived in Tianfo Hometown for half a year, he does not see people there every day. Except for some special circumstances, there are no sudden fights in the sky, and there are fewer magical scenes than outside. A lot.

If Zhang Wuji had to say it, his deepest impression might be that when he first entered Tianfo's hometown, he was puzzled by the Jade Bodhi who was glowing and walking without making a sound. Then when he learned that the person in front of him was just a wisp of soul, he was so frightened that he couldn't sleep at night. Good sleep.

But now, Zhang Wuji, who is only ten years old, sees his great master flying around on a sword in the sky. This is much more interesting than the Buddhist monks who usually only eat fast and chant Buddha's words, but also talk about some incomprehensible words.

"It's been so many days, and the novelty of Master hasn't worn off yet."

Ever since Zhang Sanfeng unexpectedly learned to fly with a sword, he has been out of control. He has to fly several times in the sky every day, and he enjoys it as he gradually becomes more proficient.

Song Yuanqiao and the others were also worried about watching closely from the beginning. They were afraid that their master would suddenly lose control and fall. However, forget it, he wouldn't fall anyway. There were still two innate masters watching, so just let the old man be happy. .

"I wonder what this master is called?"

Then, Song Yuanqiao looked at Yue Mingque who was following behind. This young man wearing light-colored monk robes had smooth black hair. Compared with the various Buddhists he had seen before, his dress could be said to be simple. .

"Master, I can't do it."

Yue Mingque was also looking at Zhang Sanfeng flying in the sky just now. In his impression, there should be no cultivator in today's secular world who can reach such a threshold.

"Just call me Yue Mingwan."

"Master Yue Mingque."

Although Yue Mingque didn't look as gorgeous and special as other Buddhists, since he could be arranged to accompany Zhang Cuishan's family when they returned, Song Yuanqiao guessed that there must be something special about him.

As everyone walked in with Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Cuishan looked at the Wudang disciples coming and going around and found that the moves they usually practiced had also changed. Everything in Wudang now seemed so strange to him.

"Yeah, that's good."

Continuing to go deeper, everyone saw Jianzi Xianji and Shulou Longsu, as well as a young boy practicing sword seriously. That was Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu.

Because in the original work, the character Song Qingshu occupies a lot of the plot. Although everything has not started yet, out of concern for one of the future villains, Jianzi Xianji made a special observation and found that this young boy's talent was unexpectedly good. .

This is not surprising. Song Qingshu was a leader among the third generation disciples of the Wudang Sect, but later he accidentally fell in love and unfortunately became crooked.

"Well, I'm back."

Shulou Longsu did not participate in the guidance of Song Qingshu, but sat beside him, drinking tea and watching the Jianzi Immortal Traces to guide Song Qingshu, so he saw Song Yuanqiao and others first.

"Yue Mingque has met two seniors..."

"Wait a moment."

As soon as Yue Mingque spoke, Jianzi Xianji immediately raised his hand to signal a pause. Then he stepped forward and looked at Yue Mingque and began to think.

"I remember that you and Wendao seem to be about the same age. There is no need for seniors. We should be of the same generation."

Although there is no clear calculation of the ages of Jianzi Xianji and Shulou Longsu, don't forget that Sanzutian is actually almost tens of thousands of years old. As Que Chensi's junior brother, Yue Mingque is definitely not much younger.

"Immortal chief, dragon head."

Yue Mingque didn't hesitate too much and changed his mind.

"Oh, that's right."

Jianzi Xianji patted the other party's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Huh? Is brother Yue Mingque very old?"

After listening to the conversation between Jianzi Xianji and Yue Mingque, Zhang Wuji looked up curiously. On the way here, because Yue Mingque looked very young, almost like a teenager, Zhang Wuji directly called him brother, and the other party also No objection.

But according to what Jianzi Xianji meant, Yue Mingque's "brother" in front of him seemed to be quite young.

"Come on, kid."

Hearing this, Jianzi Xianji bent down, touched Zhang Wuji's head, and said with a smile.

"I will teach you a few tricks about judging the age of a congenital person."

"...Sword?"

Shulou Longsu's brows jumped, and he intuitively felt that Jianzi Xianji, who was full of trouble, might not teach him well next.

"The first tip is to look at your hair color."

Jianzi Xianji stretched out a finger.

"The hair color of my friend Longsu and I is very unusual, right? This is what happens to older people. Except for a few people who are born with white hair or have hair of different colors due to race, most of the innate hair has been affected by their own strength. The influence has changed.”

"Who do you think is older?"

Shulou Longsu couldn't stand listening to it at the beginning. What do you mean he is an older person? The unparalleled and gorgeous Confucian dragon leader couldn't accept this description.

But at this time, Jianzi Xianji's back was turned to him, and he continued to educate the young Zhang Wuji as if he had not heard anything.

"For example, when I was young, I had flowing black hair!"

"Isn't it just like ordinary people? When you get old, you will have gray hair."

"Yes, you see Yue Mingque has black hair, which means he is younger than me. Many congenital people will go through the process of hair color changing from dark to light. What do you think the person over there was like when he was young? "

Speaking of this, Jianzi Xianji pointed at Shulou Longsu behind him. This person's purple and white hair was very special.

"Um……"

Zhang Wuji followed Jianzi Xianji's instructions and looked at Shulou Longsu behind him, thinking with some distress.

"Could it be Zi..."

"Sword!"

"Ahem, come on, let's talk about the second point."

Seeing that Shulou Longsu was about to get pissed off, Jianzi Xianji immediately stretched out his second finger to stop the loss in time. Although he didn't mind seeing his friend get angry, with so many people here now, he was even more afraid that he would be in trouble. Being beaten in front of children.

"Because Xiantian people have reached a certain level of cultivation and can basically become young and old, so when you see those people with young faces but gray hair, they are not really young, they are probably old guys."