The reincarnation of the movie king

Fuck you!

Su Yi put his hands behind his hands and looked at Zhang Wuji who was struggling to get up in front of him, and cursed secretly in his heart.

Who is the person you despise the most?

Another fucker.

Su Yi felt that he had gone too far, so he absorbed Ren Wo Xing's inner strength, and also learned the Yi Jin Jing and Rama's Internal Strength into one, the Yi Jing Marrow Cleansing Sutra. The richness and purity are rare in the world.

But the Zhang Wuji in front of him was just like a savage. He had been hiding in the mountains for five years and practicing the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu. Although his internal strength was not as pure as his, in terms of strength, he was eighty percent stronger.

How much hard work did you put in to learn the star-absorbing method and top-level internal skills?

And this Zhang Wuji, who hid in this valley eating, drinking, sleeping and practicing, became a peerless master. Who can he ask to reason with?

Not to mention that he will soon go to Mingjiao to inherit the Great Shift of the Universe, doubling the kilometers.

The magical power to protect the body, and the beautiful woman throwing herself into his arms. Such blessings made Su Yi jealous.

But right now, Zhang Wuji is far from Su Yi's opponent.

If Su Yi had the intention to kill him, he could have killed Zhang Wuji with the first move just now.

Although Zhang Wuji is naive, he is not stupid. He also realizes that even if he learns magical skills, he is no match for the jade-faced flying dragon in front of him.

For a moment, he felt depressed and desperate.

Over the past five years, he had practiced Nine Yang Magic Skills hard. Although there was no comparison and he didn't know how strong he was, he deeply felt the magic of this martial arts and felt that if he came out of the mountain, he would definitely be among the best at that time with this martial arts.

Not to mention Zhu Changling and Wu Lie.

He has now practiced the last level of Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the perfection of his skills is just around the corner.

But just at this time, Su Yi came and gave him a blow in the head, which seemed to knock him back to his original shape.

This made Zhang Wuji feel that he was still the stupid boy who took Yang Buhui to hide in Tibet and was deceived into not being able to find the north.

Zhang Wuji struggled to stand up, his face turning blue and purple. He wanted to explain to Su Yi that he did not intend to secretly learn martial arts from other schools, but he felt resentful when the words came to his mouth. He was also afraid that if he said this now, the other party would mistake him for himself. He was begging for mercy and was looked down upon by Su Yi.

And there was a trace of doubt in his mind.

You said that the Nine Yang Divine Art belongs to your family, does it belong to your family?

How scheming is Su Yi? What Zhang Wuji was thinking at this time could not be hidden from him at all.

At that moment, he sneered and said: "If he is strong, he will be strong, and the breeze will blow on the mountains. If he is horizontal, he will be horizontal, and the bright moon will shine on the river. If he is cruel, he will be evil, and I will be full of energy. This is the general outline of the Nine Yang Divine Art. , do you think I’m lying to you?”

Zhang Wuji's doubts were gone.

If it weren't for his own martial arts, how could he even casually say the secret formula?

Moreover, the scriptures come from white apes, and they are right.

For a moment, Zhang Wuji felt a little disheartened under the frustration.

He clasped his fists in frustration and said in a low voice: "Mr. Su, I don't dare to question you. I did learn the Nine Sun Magic Skills, but I was knocked off a cliff and narrowly escaped death. It was only by chance that I discovered the White Ape. The scriptures sewn under the fur are definitely not intended to steal the martial arts of the noble sect.”

"But after all, it is a fact that I have learned magical skills. I know that secretly learning martial arts from other sects is a taboo in the martial arts world. Especially the peerless magical skills like Nine Yang Divine Skill. Every sect will regard it as a treasure. If you live outside, you will be like slaying a dragon. Like a sword, it caused a bloody storm..."

Zhang Wuji actually calmed down as he spoke.

He recalled that ten years ago, he was poisoned by the cold poison of the Xuan Ming Divine Palm, and was carried around by his Grand Master to seek medical treatment, seek help from Shaolin, and seek help from Emei, hoping to get the Nine Yang Divine Art together, but even the most famous sects and martial arts masters could not. He is willing to reveal the incompleteness of his magical power, which shows how precious it is.

Now I secretly learned the complete version of the Nine Yang Magic Skill from others, and was caught doing it. I couldn't beat him, and I couldn't get away. In order to prevent the magic skill from spreading, it was reasonable for someone to beat me to death with one palm...

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji let out a long sigh and completely gave up all hope. He laughed at himself and said, "Mr. Su, please beat me to death. I have to rely on the Nine Yang Divine Art to help me cure the cold poison and allow me to live for five more years. This It’s already a great achievement. I really shouldn’t think too much and be greedy enough.”

After a pause, Zhang Wuji continued: "The four volumes of scriptures are in a shack on the edge of the east cliff. After Mr. Su beats me to death, you can take the scriptures yourself."

"There is also a "Medical Classic" and a "Poison Classic", which were passed down to me by Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu from Butterfly Valley during their lifetime. In order to prevent the thaumaturgy from being lost, I also asked Mr. Su to take these two scriptures away. If you find a suitable person, pass it on."

Zhang Wuji was stunned, but he also wanted to leave a last message for Su Yi to give his grand master Zhang Sanfeng a message, saying that his disciple was unfilial and took the first step.

But then he thought that in this way, his identity as Zhang Wuji would be exposed. The Mr. Su in front of him seemed to have an extraordinary demeanor, but he knew people and faces but not his heart. Who knew whether he would covet his adoptive father's dragon-slaying knife.

So he gave up his plan to reveal his identity.

Just thinking that I had to die under a false name was so desolate, and I felt sorry for myself, and I cried in sadness.

Seeing Zhang Wuji wiping away tears, Su Yi couldn't help but frown and said, "If a man dies, he will die. Why are you crying?"

"I'm not afraid of death!" Zhang Wuji argued, "I'm just...just...Oh, you don't understand even after I tell you! Mr. Su, should you do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

That's almost it. Don't really trick the baby to death...

Who killed whom?

It was me who killed me...

Su Yi coughed lightly, put his hands behind his hands and asked seriously: "You just said that the Nine Yang Magic helped you cure the cold poison? What does this mean? What kind of cold poison did you get?"

"It's the poison from the Xuanming Divine Palm." Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly and said truthfully, "This poison is extremely cold and yin, and there is no medicine or stone to cure it. I have tried all the methods to no avail. I was just waiting for the poison to cause death, but I didn't want to leave school by chance." The nine-yang magical power resolved the cold poison, and I was lucky enough to survive."

Su Yi looked calm and said, "You go and get the scriptures. I'll wait for you by the pond over there."

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Su Yi waited for him to finish speaking, then walked towards the pool with his hands behind his hands.

After a while, Zhang Wuji took six scriptures and handed them to Su Yi respectfully with both hands.

"Mr. Su, the four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual, as well as the Medical Sutra and the Poison Sutra, are all here."

Su Yi took it, flipped through two pages, and suddenly took out a small dagger from his waist and threw it to Zhang Wuji.

"I don't dare to dirty Mr. Su's knife. I'll just kill it myself." Zhang Wuji turned around and wanted to return the knife to Su Yi. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Su. I'll dig a pit for myself, and I'll be buried there." ”

Su Yi continued to read the scriptures and said calmly: "You said you were knocked off the cliff, but if you had fallen from here, you would have died long ago. So there should be another road leading to other places in this valley. Did you come from You came into this valley from somewhere else, right?"

"Mr. Su, I admire you for seeing this." Zhang Wuji said sincerely, "There is indeed a cave that can pass through the mountain. But when you go to the other side, it is also on a stone platform halfway up the mountain. It is still a deserted place."

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly, but still did not tell him that Zhu Changling was still alive and trapped on that stone platform.

In his opinion, he was going to die anyway, and Zhu Changling would definitely not survive. In that case, why bother talking?

"After all, it's a glimmer of hope." Su Yi still didn't look up, "Why don't you just run away from there and try your best, maybe you can survive."

Zhang Wuji said seriously: "I have learned the magic skills of your sect, and now I should die to prevent the magic skills from being leaked. I am despised to escape in order to survive."

"You're really not afraid of death even though the ants are still alive?" Su Yi asked again.

"Of course I don't want to die," Zhang Wuji said with a carefree smile, "But it's better not to be afraid. Since ten years ago, I have been wandering between life and death all the time. To me, death is just a step away."

These words made Su Yi couldn't help but look up at Zhang Wuji.

"This knife is for shaving your beard." Su Yi's eyes fell on the scripture in his hand again, "Shave your beard and wash yourself well."

Zhang Wuji was startled and said with a smile: "That's right, come naked and leave cleanly, so that you can live your life in this world in vain. Thank you Mr. Su for making it happen!"

After saying that, he hugged Su Yi and ran to the side to get busy.

Su Yi ignored him and just read a book by himself.

The Nine-Yang Divine Skill is indeed profound and profound. It is a martial art in which the yang pole generates yin. From the extreme to the yang, it not only contains the Taoist principle of carrying the yin and embracing the yang, but also the Buddhist cycle of space and color. Su Yi did not practice it, but If you study it carefully, you will benefit a lot.

He reflected on himself in time. Before, he felt that he did not need this martial arts. Now it seems that there is no limit to learning. Even if he cannot practice it, he must not feel that these unparalleled magical skills are useless to him.

Although the principles of martial arts in the world are reached to the extreme, they all arrive at the same destination through different paths, but after all, the sea embraces all rivers and each has its own path. The more you understand the truth, the deeper your understanding of martial arts will be, and the more you will accumulate.

Su Yi was obsessed with the contents of the scriptures, and Zhang Wuji had already washed up before he knew it.

The messy hair on his head has been tied up with a piece of cloth, using a branch as a hairpin, and the bun is straight.

After shaving his beard, his face was still dark, but his facial features were clear-cut and cheerful, which made people's eyes bright.

What a handsome young man, he is almost catching up with me. No wonder there are so many peach blossoms.

Su Yi secretly praised.

"Mr. Su, return the knife to you." Zhang Wuji respectfully handed the knife back to Su Yi.

Su Yi felt a little emotional.

There are really people in this world who are willing to die. He doesn't know whether to call Zhang Wuji pedantic or stupid.

But I guess it has something to do with him not being able to beat me...

If I could beat it, it would be another story.

"Do you know the origin of this Nine Yang Manual?" Su Yi asked.

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly. In fact, he knew something. When Zhang Sanfeng took him to seek medical treatment ten years ago, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say something.

But if he said he knew, he couldn't explain the source of the information, which would only cause trouble, so he simply shook his head.

Su Yi ignored Zhang Wuji's thoughts and talked eloquently: "The origin of this scripture can be traced back to the late Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, there was a senior master named Wang Chongyang who was recognized as the best in the world of martial arts at that time. He single-handedly set all the world's records. The true religion is also the greatest religion in the world.”

Zhang Wuji said "Ah" and said, "Could it be that this Nine Yang Manual was written by this senior Wang Chongyang?"

According to Zhang Sanfeng, this "Nine Yang Manual" was passed down by Shaolin monk Jueyuan...

Zhang Wuji was startled again when he thought of this, and then he later remembered that this "Nine Yang Manual" should be Shaolin's martial arts...

This Mr. Su is obviously not a monk, but this Mr. Su recited the general outline of the "Nine Yang Manual"...

Could it be that he is a lay disciple of Shaolin?

But what did he mention about Quanzhen Sect Wang Chongyang...

Zhang Wuji was extremely confused for a moment and had difficulty distinguishing between true and false. Su Yi was still telling the story, so he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and listen patiently.

"That's not true." Su Yi shook his head, "Wang Chongyang went to Songshan Shaolin one day and met an eminent Shaolin monk..."

Shaolin is out! Zhang Wuji suddenly became less doubtful after hearing this.

"Although this eminent Shaolin monk was ordained and became a monk, he has been a Confucian, a Taoist and a monk all his life. In fact, he is a senior of our sect and cannot be regarded as a Shaolin disciple." Su Yi continued, "At that time, Wang Chongyang had the world's most amazing book "Nine Nines" in his hand. I sent this senior to borrow this book to check it out, but after reading it, he disagreed. He felt that the entire "Nine Yin Manual" expounded the principle of using softness to overcome hardness, carrying yin and embracing yang, which was a bit biased, so he picked up the book on the table. Four volumes of the "Surangama Sutra" were written in the gaps in the scriptures to create this "Nine Sun Magic Skills".

Zhang Wuji suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Nine Sun Magic Technique was written in the gaps between the words in the Buddhist scriptures. It turned out to be for this reason.

However, he still had some guilt in his heart, could it be that Mr. Su saw the appearance of the scriptures and made up such a story to lie to himself so that he could believe him?

But he soon realized that he was a dying person, what could he possibly lie to?

Su Yi continued: "After I sent this senior to create this "Nine Yang Magic", he conveniently placed these four volumes of "Shrangama Sutra" in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, and then traveled around, so even Shaolin didn't know about it. , there was such a peerless magical skill hidden in their Sutra Pavilion until more than a hundred years later, a monk named Jue Yuan..."

At this point, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out an excited "Ah" because he finally heard a familiar name.

Su Yi looked at him strangely and asked, "What? Have you ever heard of Master Jue Yuan's name?"

"No, never heard of it." Zhang Wuji hurriedly denied, but his suspicion of Su Yi weakened a lot.

"Jue Yuan discovered this martial arts, but he only regarded it as an ordinary way to strengthen his body. So he followed the practice and developed a body of amazing magical skills without even knowing it." Su Yi continued, "Jue Yuan had an apprentice at that time. Son, speaking of this disciple, this person is truly amazing..."

It’s Taishifu! He is talking about my great master!

Zhang Wuji roared excitedly in his heart, feeling proud and excited at the same time.