Chapter 626
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The crowd turned around and looked at each other. Xuancheng's eyes were full of fear. The group of people in black were more at a loss. The voice appeared abruptly, as if someone had been nearby, but no one had noticed anyone approaching before.
Even song Qingshu looked over there dignified. Just now, he had to take care of Ren YingYing and deal with xuzhu. His attention was distracted. But in spite of this, there are very few people in the river and lake who can approach so quietly. Who is this man?
In this way, dozens of pairs of eyes in the field looked at the place where the sound was made. They saw that the figure of the man was very tall, his hair was silver, his face was ruddy and smooth, and his eyes were kind. It was a pity that his green cloth Taoist robe was filthy, which destroyed his image.
"This man..." Song Qingshu's face changed, because he felt a sense of respect and awe in his heart. He seemed to know this man in his memory.
The master of Fang Zheng was also surprised. He came forward and said, "Fang Zheng has seen Wudang immortal Zhang."
As soon as Fang Zheng said this, everyone in the arena could not help taking a breath. You know, Zhang Sanfeng is like a living immortal in the Wulin now. He was shut up in Wudang Mountain decades ago. On weekdays, Wudang affairs were taken care of by several disciples, so most people in the river and lake only heard his name, but didn't see him.
"Is this slovenly Taoist Zhang Sanfeng?" Even Zuo lengchan, many people in the field subconsciously didn't believe it.
In terms of seniority, Zhang Sanfeng can be said to be a character of the generation of many headmasters. He was self willed and unsophisticated in those days. In his prime, he was secretly called a "slovenly Taoist" or "Zhang slovenly" in the world. It's decades since now, so even Zuo lengchan has such a status, I didn't connect this slovenly Taoist with Zhang Sanfeng.
The reason for the proof is that Zhang Sanfeng was only seeking the treatment of the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body ten years ago, and he was alone in seeking the Joyoung's magic power. When the whole Shaolin did not know his intention, he thought he was picking up the field. He mobilized the master of the Temple in the dark to hide in the temple for the sake of time and time.
"Zhang Sanfeng?" Xuancheng's eyes brightened, and his whole body was agitated.
When Zhang Sanfeng visited the temple that year, Xuancheng was closing the Sutra Pavilion. They didn't meet each other. After hearing that the whole Shaolin was facing a great enemy, they didn't agree. When he went out of the pass, he had already practiced thirteen unique skills unprecedented in the history of Shaolin Temple. He was full of pride and felt like he was the best in the world. It is also because Zhang Sanfeng once betrayed Shaolin. After he left the temple, his only opponent was Zhang Sanfeng. Today, when he finally saw him, how could he not be full of war?
"I'm just a few years old. Why should I be so polite?" Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly to the other card. Suddenly, if he felt something, he took a look at Xuancheng and said, "the master's divine light is flowing, and his real Qi moves with his heart. He has reached the peak. He must be master Xuancheng, the thirteen absolute monks in your temple."
"It's the poor monk." Although Xuancheng wants to challenge, he doesn't dare to be disrespectful when he puts the other party's status there.
Although Zhang Sanfeng praised him for his easygoing nature, it wasn't how shocked he was at the level of Xuancheng. Until his eyes fell on xuzhu, he was really moved: "this little master... Wonderful! Shaolin Temple is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I admire him."
It's not because xuzhu's martial arts are better than Xuancheng's, but because xuzhu is so young that he can have this cultivation, which really shocked Zhang Sanfeng. You should know that the orthodox martial arts always pay attention to the foundation and step by step, because the cultivation of disciples in the sect is often slow to enter the country. If xuzhu is now 40 years old, Zhang Sanfeng would not be so surprised, but he is only in his twenties.
In Wudang school, Zhang Sanfeng's age is just equal to three generations of disciples. However, looking around his disciples, none of them can reach the level of xuzhu. Although Zhang Wuji has reached the level, his cultivation is not from Wudang after all. Song Qingshu, another apprentice, has been very popular in the world in recent years, but Zhang Sanfeng knows that although song Qingshu's martial arts were good in the younger generation, he could not achieve such a reputation. It must be that he had another adventure in recent years. In fact, song Qingshu's cultivation today has little to do with Wudang school.
In Zhang Sanfeng's present state, he has no desire or desire. If there is any pursuit, it is the inheritance of martial arts. Shaolin has always accused him of being a traitor of Shaolin. Although he was not so angry, he could not help feeling aggrieved. Therefore, he secretly competed with Shaolin in the inheritance of his sect. He thought to himself that through his efforts over the past hundred years, especially the Taijiquan and Taijijian that he created in recent years, in terms of Musashi, it's not much worse than Shaolin Temple.
Who knows, today I saw xuzhu, an ordinary young monk in Shaolin Temple, and I can't see anything strange about his aptitude. He could have such accomplishments. Zhang Sanfeng was a little frustrated for a moment.
"Yingying has met Mr. Zhang." Ren Yingying gently pushes away song Qingshu and salutes Zhang Sanfeng respectfully. She once heard her father comment on the experts in the river and lake. Zhang Sanfeng is most respected by her. What's more, she has always admired Zhang Sanfeng's reputation. She is sincere in this respect. Song Qingshu didn't stop her either. After all, after the suppression of his previous genuine Qi, the cold and poison in the other person's body were greatly reduced. It doesn't matter if she leaves occasionally for a while.
"All right, little girl, please get up." Zhang Sanfeng smiles and flicks his sleeves. Ren Yingying realizes that he is lifted up by a soft force.
Before Ren Yingying had time to thank him, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say with a smile, "little girl, you are calling me wrong."
"Ah?" Ren Yingying looks at a loss and thinks in his heart: is there any origin between his father and Zhang Zhenren?
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "I just heard the master tell the world about your marriage with Qingshu not long ago. So you should call me taishifu."
"Ah Ren Yingying is very embarrassed. In her heart, she never regards song Qingshu as his fiance, so she didn't think of this layer before. But in her heart, she wants song Qingshu to die and ask her to call Tai Shifu. How can she shout out? But Zhang Sanfeng spoke in person, and she didn't know how to refuse. For a moment, she stood in the same place with a red face, and she didn't know what to do.
Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what was going on in her mind. She just thought that the little girl was shy, but she didn't think so: "it's normal for the little girl to be shy, but I'm confused. It's not too late for the little girl to change her tongue after she marries Qingshu in the future."
Ren Yingying wanted to find a crack to drill in, so he had to give a vague hum.
"Let me see the cold poison in your body first." Zhang Sanfeng smile genial, a step, has come to Ren Yingying side, "little girl, let me give you a pulse."
Xuancheng in the distance can't help but feel frightened. Just now, Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared beside Ren Yingying. He didn't see the way. How could it be!
Song Qingshu nodded in secret: Zhang Sanfeng is really a great master after the earthquake, and his accomplishments can shock four people.
What he is more worried about now is another thing: Zhang Sanfeng was shut up decades ago, and all things in the sect were done by several disciples. Why did he go down the mountain in person this time?
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The crowd turned around and looked at each other. Xuancheng's eyes were full of fear. The group of people in black were more at a loss. The voice appeared abruptly, as if someone had been nearby, but no one had noticed anyone approaching before.
Even song Qingshu looked over there dignified. Just now, he had to take care of Ren YingYing and deal with xuzhu. His attention was distracted. But in spite of this, there are very few people in the river and lake who can approach so quietly. Who is this man?
In this way, dozens of pairs of eyes in the field looked at the place where the sound was made. They saw that the figure of the man was very tall, his hair was silver, his face was ruddy and smooth, and his eyes were kind. It was a pity that his green cloth Taoist robe was filthy, which destroyed his image.
"This man..." Song Qingshu's face changed, because he felt a sense of respect and awe in his heart. He seemed to know this man in his memory.
The master of Fang Zheng was also surprised. He came forward and said, "Fang Zheng has seen Wudang immortal Zhang."
As soon as Fang Zheng said this, everyone in the arena could not help taking a breath. You know, Zhang Sanfeng is like a living immortal in the Wulin now. He was shut up in Wudang Mountain decades ago. On weekdays, Wudang affairs were taken care of by several disciples, so most people in the river and lake only heard his name, but didn't see him.
"Is this slovenly Taoist Zhang Sanfeng?" Even Zuo lengchan, many people in the field subconsciously didn't believe it.
In terms of seniority, Zhang Sanfeng can be said to be a character of the generation of many headmasters. He was self willed and unsophisticated in those days. In his prime, he was secretly called a "slovenly Taoist" or "Zhang slovenly" in the world. It's decades since now, so even Zuo lengchan has such a status, I didn't connect this slovenly Taoist with Zhang Sanfeng.
The reason for the proof is that Zhang Sanfeng was only seeking the treatment of the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body ten years ago, and he was alone in seeking the Joyoung's magic power. When the whole Shaolin did not know his intention, he thought he was picking up the field. He mobilized the master of the Temple in the dark to hide in the temple for the sake of time and time.
"Zhang Sanfeng?" Xuancheng's eyes brightened, and his whole body was agitated.
When Zhang Sanfeng visited the temple that year, Xuancheng was closing the Sutra Pavilion. They didn't meet each other. After hearing that the whole Shaolin was facing a great enemy, they didn't agree. When he went out of the pass, he had already practiced thirteen unique skills unprecedented in the history of Shaolin Temple. He was full of pride and felt like he was the best in the world. It is also because Zhang Sanfeng once betrayed Shaolin. After he left the temple, his only opponent was Zhang Sanfeng. Today, when he finally saw him, how could he not be full of war?
"I'm just a few years old. Why should I be so polite?" Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly to the other card. Suddenly, if he felt something, he took a look at Xuancheng and said, "the master's divine light is flowing, and his real Qi moves with his heart. He has reached the peak. He must be master Xuancheng, the thirteen absolute monks in your temple."
"It's the poor monk." Although Xuancheng wants to challenge, he doesn't dare to be disrespectful when he puts the other party's status there.
Although Zhang Sanfeng praised him for his easygoing nature, it wasn't how shocked he was at the level of Xuancheng. Until his eyes fell on xuzhu, he was really moved: "this little master... Wonderful! Shaolin Temple is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I admire him."
It's not because xuzhu's martial arts are better than Xuancheng's, but because xuzhu is so young that he can have this cultivation, which really shocked Zhang Sanfeng. You should know that the orthodox martial arts always pay attention to the foundation and step by step, because the cultivation of disciples in the sect is often slow to enter the country. If xuzhu is now 40 years old, Zhang Sanfeng would not be so surprised, but he is only in his twenties.
In Wudang school, Zhang Sanfeng's age is just equal to three generations of disciples. However, looking around his disciples, none of them can reach the level of xuzhu. Although Zhang Wuji has reached the level, his cultivation is not from Wudang after all. Song Qingshu, another apprentice, has been very popular in the world in recent years, but Zhang Sanfeng knows that although song Qingshu's martial arts were good in the younger generation, he could not achieve such a reputation. It must be that he had another adventure in recent years. In fact, song Qingshu's cultivation today has little to do with Wudang school.
In Zhang Sanfeng's present state, he has no desire or desire. If there is any pursuit, it is the inheritance of martial arts. Shaolin has always accused him of being a traitor of Shaolin. Although he was not so angry, he could not help feeling aggrieved. Therefore, he secretly competed with Shaolin in the inheritance of his sect. He thought to himself that through his efforts over the past hundred years, especially the Taijiquan and Taijijian that he created in recent years, in terms of Musashi, it's not much worse than Shaolin Temple.
Who knows, today I saw xuzhu, an ordinary young monk in Shaolin Temple, and I can't see anything strange about his aptitude. He could have such accomplishments. Zhang Sanfeng was a little frustrated for a moment.
"Yingying has met Mr. Zhang." Ren Yingying gently pushes away song Qingshu and salutes Zhang Sanfeng respectfully. She once heard her father comment on the experts in the river and lake. Zhang Sanfeng is most respected by her. What's more, she has always admired Zhang Sanfeng's reputation. She is sincere in this respect. Song Qingshu didn't stop her either. After all, after the suppression of his previous genuine Qi, the cold and poison in the other person's body were greatly reduced. It doesn't matter if she leaves occasionally for a while.
"All right, little girl, please get up." Zhang Sanfeng smiles and flicks his sleeves. Ren Yingying realizes that he is lifted up by a soft force.
Before Ren Yingying had time to thank him, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say with a smile, "little girl, you are calling me wrong."
"Ah?" Ren Yingying looks at a loss and thinks in his heart: is there any origin between his father and Zhang Zhenren?
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "I just heard the master tell the world about your marriage with Qingshu not long ago. So you should call me taishifu."
"Ah Ren Yingying is very embarrassed. In her heart, she never regards song Qingshu as his fiance, so she didn't think of this layer before. But in her heart, she wants song Qingshu to die and ask her to call Tai Shifu. How can she shout out? But Zhang Sanfeng spoke in person, and she didn't know how to refuse. For a moment, she stood in the same place with a red face, and she didn't know what to do.
Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what was going on in her mind. She just thought that the little girl was shy, but she didn't think so: "it's normal for the little girl to be shy, but I'm confused. It's not too late for the little girl to change her tongue after she marries Qingshu in the future."
Ren Yingying wanted to find a crack to drill in, so he had to give a vague hum.
"Let me see the cold poison in your body first." Zhang Sanfeng smile genial, a step, has come to Ren Yingying side, "little girl, let me give you a pulse."
Xuancheng in the distance can't help but feel frightened. Just now, Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared beside Ren Yingying. He didn't see the way. How could it be!
Song Qingshu nodded in secret: Zhang Sanfeng is really a great master after the earthquake, and his accomplishments can shock four people.
What he is more worried about now is another thing: Zhang Sanfeng was shut up decades ago, and all things in the sect were done by several disciples. Why did he go down the mountain in person this time?
The crowd turned around and looked at each other. Xuancheng's eyes were full of fear. The group of people in black were more at a loss. The voice appeared abruptly, as if someone had been nearby, but no one had noticed anyone approaching before.Even song Qingshu looked over there dignified. Just now, he had to take care of Ren YingYing and deal with xuzhu. His attention was distracted. But in spite of this, there are very few people in the river and lake who can approach so quietly. Who is this man?In this way, dozens of pairs of eyes in the field looked at the place where the sound was made. They saw that the figure of the man was very tall, his hair was silver, his face was ruddy and smooth, and his eyes were kind. It was a pity that his green cloth Taoist robe was filthy, which destroyed his image."This man..." Song Qingshu's face changed, because he felt a sense of respect and awe in his heart. He seemed to know this man in his memory.The master of Fang Zheng was also surprised. He came forward and said, "Fang Zheng has seen Wudang immortal Zhang."As soon as Fang Zheng said this, everyone in the arena could not help taking a breath. You know, Zhang Sanfeng is like a living immortal in the Wulin now. He was shut up in Wudang Mountain decades ago. On weekdays, Wudang affairs were taken care of by several disciples, so most people in the river and lake only heard his name, but didn't see him."Is this slovenly Taoist Zhang Sanfeng?" Even Zuo lengchan, many people in the field subconsciously didn't believe it.In terms of seniority, Zhang Sanfeng can be said to be a character of the generation of many headmasters. He was self willed and unsophisticated in those days. In his prime, he was secretly called a "slovenly Taoist" or "Zhang slovenly" in the world. It's decades since now, so even Zuo lengchan has such a status, I didn't connect this slovenly Taoist with Zhang Sanfeng.The reason for the proof is that Zhang Sanfeng was only seeking the treatment of the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body ten years ago, and he was alone in seeking the Joyoung's magic power. When the whole Shaolin did not know his intention, he thought he was picking up the field. He mobilized the master of the Temple in the dark to hide in the temple for the sake of time and time."Zhang Sanfeng?" Xuancheng's eyes brightened, and his whole body was agitated.When Zhang Sanfeng visited the temple that year, Xuancheng was closing the Sutra Pavilion. They didn't meet each other. After hearing that the whole Shaolin was facing a great enemy, they didn't agree. When he went out of the pass, he had already practiced thirteen unique skills unprecedented in the history of Shaolin Temple. He was full of pride and felt like he was the best in the world. It is also because Zhang Sanfeng once betrayed Shaolin. After he left the temple, his only opponent was Zhang Sanfeng. Today, when he finally saw him, how could he not be full of war?"I'm just a few years old. Why should I be so polite?" Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly to the other card. Suddenly, if he felt something, he took a look at Xuancheng and said, "the master's divine light is flowing, and his real Qi moves with his heart. He has reached the peak. He must be master Xuancheng, the thirteen absolute monks in your temple.""It's the poor monk." Although Xuancheng wants to challenge, he doesn't dare to be disrespectful when he puts the other party's status there.Although Zhang Sanfeng praised him for his easygoing nature, it wasn't how shocked he was at the level of Xuancheng. Until his eyes fell on xuzhu, he was really moved: "this little master... Wonderful! Shaolin Temple is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I admire him."It's not because xuzhu's martial arts are better than Xuancheng's, but because xuzhu is so young that he can have this cultivation, which really shocked Zhang Sanfeng. You should know that the orthodox martial arts always pay attention to the foundation and step by step, because the cultivation of disciples in the sect is often slow to enter the country. If xuzhu is now 40 years old, Zhang Sanfeng would not be so surprised, but he is only in his twenties.In Wudang school, Zhang Sanfeng's age is just equal to three generations of disciples. However, looking around his disciples, none of them can reach the level of xuzhu. Although Zhang Wuji has reached the level, his cultivation is not from Wudang after all. Song Qingshu, another apprentice, has been very popular in the world in recent years, but Zhang Sanfeng knows that although song Qingshu's martial arts were good in the younger generation, he could not achieve such a reputation. It must be that he had another adventure in recent years. In fact, song Qingshu's cultivation today has little to do with Wudang school.In Zhang Sanfeng's present state, he has no desire or desire. If there is any pursuit, it is the inheritance of martial arts. Shaolin has always accused him of being a traitor of Shaolin. Although he was not so angry, he could not help feeling aggrieved. Therefore, he secretly competed with Shaolin in the inheritance of his sect. He thought to himself that through his efforts over the past hundred years, especially the Taijiquan and Taijijian that he created in recent years, in terms of Musashi, it's not much worse than Shaolin Temple.Who knows, today I saw xuzhu, an ordinary young monk in Shaolin Temple, and I can't see anything strange about his aptitude. He could have such accomplishments. Zhang Sanfeng was a little frustrated for a moment."Yingying has met Mr. Zhang." Ren Yingying gently pushes away song Qingshu and salutes Zhang Sanfeng respectfully. She once heard her father comment on the experts in the river and lake. Zhang Sanfeng is most respected by her. What's more, she has always admired Zhang Sanfeng's reputation. She is sincere in this respect. Song Qingshu didn't stop her either. After all, after the suppression of his previous genuine Qi, the cold and poison in the other person's body were greatly reduced. It doesn't matter if she leaves occasionally for a while."All right, little girl, please get up." Zhang Sanfeng smiles and flicks his sleeves. Ren Yingying realizes that he is lifted up by a soft force.Before Ren Yingying had time to thank him, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say with a smile, "little girl, you are calling me wrong.""Ah?" Ren Yingying looks at a loss and thinks in his heart: is there any origin between his father and Zhang Zhenren?Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "I just heard the master tell the world about your marriage with Qingshu not long ago. So you should call me taishifu.""Ah Ren Yingying is very embarrassed. In her heart, she never regards song Qingshu as his fiance, so she didn't think of this layer before. But in her heart, she wants song Qingshu to die and ask her to call Tai Shifu. How can she shout out? But Zhang Sanfeng spoke in person, and she didn't know how to refuse. For a moment, she stood in the same place with a red face, and she didn't know what to do.Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what was going on in her mind. She just thought that the little girl was shy, but she didn't think so: "it's normal for the little girl to be shy, but I'm confused. It's not too late for the little girl to change her tongue after she marries Qingshu in the future."Ren Yingying wanted to find a crack to drill in, so he had to give a vague hum."Let me see the cold poison in your body first." Zhang Sanfeng smile genial, a step, has come to Ren Yingying side, "little girl, let me give you a pulse."Xuancheng in the distance can't help but feel frightened. Just now, Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared beside Ren Yingying. He didn't see the way. How could it be!Song Qingshu nodded in secret: Zhang Sanfeng is really a great master after the earthquake, and his accomplishments can shock four people.What he is more worried about now is another thing: Zhang Sanfeng was shut up decades ago, and all things in the sect were done by several disciples. Why did he go down the mountain in person this time?
