[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

Zhang Sanfeng's hand holding the teacup suddenly paused, his eyes could see through all kinds of things in the world, when Tan Zhao was caught by these clear eyes, it seemed as if the other party was looking at something through his soul.

His heart rolled, could it be... Wudang Master Zhang is still related to Peach Blossom Island?This shouldn't be the case, the martial arts methods are different, and based on Zhang Zhenren's age, Huang Yaoshi should still be there, right?

Fuck, old friend, don't cheat!

System: You also made the pit yourself, you can say that you are a disciple of the beggar gang~

[That won't work, I have a slight cleanliness. ]

...then you are really awesome~

"When Lao Dao was young, he heard about the fame of Wujue, but after all, it was because of fate. Peach Blossom Island's martial arts are agile and elegant. I wonder if Lao Dao can learn from them?"

Zhang Sanfeng is now over a hundred years old, and he has practiced Taoism for many years, so it stands to reason that he would never be so abrupt. Tan Zhao couldn't see the old man's mental activities, so he could only agree.

To be honest, Peach Blossom Island's martial arts...he learned it all from watching Huang Rong fight, oh, except for the supernatural power of snapping fingers.

Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts has really reached its peak. Even if the opponent suppresses the state, Tan Zhao can feel a surge of pressure. Of course he is not jealous, because he has also reached the top master, but now he has changed his vest, so... Mom!Can you not always dismantle his tricks!He rarely uses Taohua Island martial arts, so he is naturally not proficient!

If you have the ability, compare swords!

Both parties tacitly used their internal strength and only relied on their instincts, but Zhang Sanfeng became more and more frightened. He no longer doubted the other party's identity as the descendant of Taohua Island, because...he had met the disciples of Taohua Island.

After doing this, it has been... almost a hundred years.

"Is this the flick of the finger magic power that was once famous all over the world?"

"Yes."

Zhang Sanfeng stopped, this person has clear features and eyes, and his martial arts are also from famous masters, even if there is some water in his words, he has no intention of pursuing further.only seven...

He looked at the handsome and familiar face in front of him, but felt strangely strange.

"Master, Master and the others are back."

Tan Zhao nodded towards Zhang Zhenren, and disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye. Zhang Sanfeng was worthy of being an old man, so he restrained his emotions and let people in.

It didn't take long before a series of footsteps came from outside. Tan Zhaofu was on the beam of the house, and he knew that the people who came were all masters of the rivers and lakes.The fact that the Wudang School can gain a foothold in the arena is not only due to Zhang Zhenren alone, but his disciple Yi is very outstanding.

"Disciple Song Yuanqiao and disciple Zhang Songxi pay a visit to Master."

"Get up and talk, why do you have such an expression?"

Song Yuanqiao is the great disciple of Wudang, if there is no accident, he will be the second generation head of Wudang, and Zhang Songxi is the fourth disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, he is very outstanding.

Only at this time, Song Yuanqiao's face was full of sadness, he took a sword from behind, this simple and elegant sword, it was the portable sword of his junior brother Mo Shenggu, he held the sword in both hands, and knelt down : "The disciple is incompetent, let that scoundrel..."

Song Yuanqiao was born dignified and stable, and he also valued love and righteousness. From his intermittent description, it can be roughly heard... He and the fourth junior brother went to look for Qingshu and the seventh junior brother. On Wuji's nephew.

Unexpectedly, nephew Wuji was fascinated by the witch of the Yuan Dynasty and knocked the seventh junior brother off the cliff. He and the fourth junior brother searched the cliff for a long time. .

Tan Zhao: ...It seems that he really forgot to take his saber.

Also, what the hell is knocking off a cliff?Isn't falling off the cliff a standard feature for the protagonist?

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi knelt down, and Zhang Sanfeng looked inexplicable on his face. He looked at his two disciples and then at the saber, and for a moment didn't know what to say. In the end, he just waved his hand and let the two disciples Go out first, he wants to be alone for a while.

Seeing the master's appearance, Song Yuanqiao's face was full of grief, but he also knew that he could not disobey the master's words. After placing the saber on the table, he left with Zhang Songxi.

When the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded away, Tan Zhaocai jumped down lightly from the beam.

And in front of him was that familiar yet unfamiliar sword.

Tan Zhao looked at the silent Master Zhang, wanting to survive so he turned around and left, but he had just walked three steps when he heard a faint voice from behind: "Wait a minute, don't you want the sword?"

"...Master Zhang, junior..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, seeing people's aggrieved application, Zhang Zhenren's inner sadness was finally reduced by two points: "Since the old seven recognized you, this sword is also in your hands. The disciples of Peach Blossom Island, the old Daoist Willing to believe."

Tan Zhao heard the lingering words of these words, if one day he acts against morality, then Wudang... will definitely clean up the house!

So in the end, he still wants to be a Taoist priest?

System: It's okay, look at your cheap senior brother, marrying a wife and eating meat are all right, the Wudang faction is still very clear.

[...You put it lightly. The Wudang Sect is a moral model with a clean sleeve. Look at me as your host. How long do you think it will be for me to be expelled from the Wudang Sect? ]

System: ...Host, I don't think it will last more than three days.

Fortunately, the crow's mouth of the system didn't happen. Tan Zhao spent three days in the back of Wudang Mountain recuperating from his injuries, and after three days of eating boiled tofu with cabbage, his face turned green. Song Qingshu finally came back.

As far as Song Qingshu is concerned, his background is definitely top-notch. The son of the future head of Wudang, he grew up in front of Zhang Sanfeng. He is the No.1 of the third generation of Wudang. Naturally, he is also excellent, a handsome and handsome young man with first-class martial arts style, who can get mixed up...to be designed to kill his uncle, in Tan Zhao's view, he can be regarded as a capable person.

But at this time, this capable man followed his father Song Yuanqiao to condemn Zhang Wuji's repeated ruthlessness and harshness without blushing.

...Young man, have you noticed the delicate expression on your teacher's face?

When things got to this point, Zhang Sanfeng naturally wouldn't take action easily. He pretended that he was still seriously injured during the "siege of the Wudang faction" in the past, and experienced the death of his beloved disciple, and he went to the back mountain to recuperate.

A group of apprentices are busy again. When the top master in the world wants to pretend to be sick, no one can see through, even the apprentices who get along day and night.

"Really Zhang, great acting skills!"

"Thank you for your praise, little friend."

"..." When people get old, will their skin thicken? Oh, he won't, and he will never live to be more than fifty. "Do you need a cameo for the younger generation? The kind of people who lie in a coffin and return to their souls." The fate kind?"

System: Host, you're going to add some drama to yourself!

This suggestion...of course, was denied by Daoist Zhang. Tan Zhao spent the past two days in a panic, one pretended to be dead, the other pretended to be sick, and two people who couldn't show their heads crowded together. After drinking it, Tan Zhaofei could smell the tea in his lungs.

"Don't drink, don't drink, it's so boring!"

At Zhang Sanfeng's age, life and death have long been indifferent. Now his mood is much better than before, and he is also in the mood to make some small jokes: "Why don't you drink?"

Tan Zhao was taken aback: "There is wine in Wudang Mountain?"

I saw this fairy-like old man with a white beard stroking his beard and shaking his head: "No, no, under the way of heaven, a peck and a drink come from the will of heaven. If you want to drink, you can start from... farming, how?"

Oh my god, Wudang Mountain is really scary, he wants to go down the mountain!

Tan Zhao threw the chess piece and left angrily.However, all the disciples in Wudang Mountain knew the original owner, so he couldn't show up for the time being, so he changed his face and ran to the fire room to find something to eat.

It was also a coincidence that before he could go in, he saw Song Qingshu walking in a cyan Taoist robe, as if a ghost was chasing him.Tan Zhao squinted his eyes, and there... seemed to be Mo Shenggu's room.

Two days ago, he thought it was troublesome to carry a sword, so he put Mo Shenggu's sword in it, could it be...

"Big brother! Big brother, what happened?"

Tan Zhao bowed his head, lowered his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice.

Song Qingshu had never seen this person before, but he was in a state of uneasiness at this moment, where would he care about this carefully, and hurriedly covered up: "It's nothing, just thinking of Uncle Qi, and being sad."

It's just sad, Tan Zhao slightly evoked a cool smile, back then Mo Shenggu fought against Qing Shu's nephew, but he wanted to get him back to Wudang, Song Qingshu drew the sword, but the original owner didn't. Want to persuade each other.

"My condolences to senior brother, Uncle Seven loves you the most. He is under the Nine Springs, so I definitely don't want you to be too sad for him."

These words, pinned Song Qingshu like a curse. He is the proud son of Wudang Mountain, but he is not the proud son of the entire martial arts world. He is no match for Zhang Wuji, and he cannot be liked by the woman he loves. He is also... blood At this moment, Tan Zhao could feel the inner struggle of the young man opposite.

"Big Brother? Big Brother!"

The redness faded, and Song Qingshu left in a little haste, but it was heading down the mountain.

Tan Zhao looked in the direction of the fire room, moved his feet, and walked away with the wind, and within a few breaths, he caught up with Song Qingshu who was leaving in a hurry.

Mo Shenggu is familiar with the boundary of Wudang Mountain, and Song Qingshu is naturally familiar with it. When he was young, he was reprimanded by his father, and would go to the mountain to cry alone. Only when he grows up, this mountain has turned into——

"Brother Qingshu, why are you here at this time?"

Song Qingshu was stimulated and didn't want to do anything for a while: "Brother Chen, I can't do anything, please let Zhiruo go, I can do anything except this!"

There was only a flash of hostility between Chen Youliang's eyebrows, and then he became kind and kind again, but what he said was not friendly at all: "If Brother Qingshu backtracks, as the eldest brother, I will definitely go to Wudang!" Shan, it's time for righteousness to kill relatives."

Song Qingshu froze in place for an instant, but Tan Zhao sighed, there was a love affair in this Wudang? !