The strongest master in history

"Wuji!" Song Yuanqiao exclaimed in surprise.

"Wuji has seen all the masters and uncles!" Zhang Wuji looked excited, and soon Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi and others surrounded him.

Yin Liting smiled and said, "Wuji has grown so big after going there for a few years."

Zhang Songxi said: "It's been so long since we haven't heard from you, but we're so worried, thank God, as long as you're safe and sound."

Mo Shenggu hummed: "Yes, if something happens to Wuji, I really don't know how to explain it to Brother Wu under Jiuquan."

Yu Lianzhou asked: "Wuji, where have you been all these years? Your master Bo Duofang asked people to inquire about you and found nothing."

Zhang Wuji said with emotion: "It's a long story, the experience of the past few years is like a dream."

"Congratulations to Master Song for reuniting with his nephew. We have to rush back to Emei to report to Master, so it is inconvenient to disturb us here." A woman in green clothes among the three women said.

Song Yuanqiao said: "Even so, take care of yourself all the way."

"Senior Sister Ding, I think it's getting late, why don't we go on the road tomorrow." The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl secretly glanced at Zhang Wuji.

The woman in green looked cold: "Shut up, it's not your turn to speak yet."

"Senior Sister Ding, Zhiruo is right, it is indeed getting late, and it is not convenient to travel at night." Another woman in white said.

Song Qingshu stared at Zhou Zhiruo intently: "Yes, you can stay in Wudang for a night, and I will personally send a few of you down the mountain tomorrow."

"Okay, then let's bother for one more night." Ding Minjun hid the displeasure in his eyes.

Lin Yuanjian glanced at Zhang Wuji, but found that this kid was flirting with Zhou Zhiruo. He couldn't help but also looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and found that he was indeed a natural beauty, elegant and refined.

Song Yuanqiao suddenly showed surprise on his face: "Yes, the cold poison on your body..."

"The cold poison on Wuji's body has been cured!" Zhang Wuji walked in front of Lin Yuanjie and said to everyone: "Several masters and uncles, Wuji would like to introduce to you, this is Wuji's master, and it is the master who will master the magical skills. By imparting all the money, Wuji was able to get rid of the cold poison and save a life."

Lin Yuanjian nodded slightly, clasped his fists and said, "In Xialin Yuanjian, I have admired the famous names of Wudang heroes for a long time."

Song Yuanqiao and the others all had strange expressions on their faces, but they also clasped their fists in return. Although they didn't approve of each other in their hearts, as a famous sect, they still needed to be thoughtful on the surface.

Zhang Wuji worshiped a young man as his teacher, and they had already heard about it from Song Qingshu, so after discussing the important matter, Qiqi rushed to Yu Daiyan's place, wanting to see what kind of abilities Zhang Wuji's master had.

Song Yuanqiao coughed lightly, and said: "Brother Lin..." Sensing that something was wrong, he quickly changed his words: "Brother Lin saved Wuji's life, everyone in Wudang is very grateful, uh... I don't know where Brother Lin came from?"

Brother Lin?Hearing this kind of address, everyone present felt weird.

Song Yuanqiao is nearly fifty years old, and he is the head of Wudang, while Lin Yuanjian seems to have just grown up, and he is unknown in the Jianghu. This kind of title among peers is really weird.

But Lin Yuanjian is Zhang Wuji's master, and he is indeed at the same level as Song Yuanqiao and others in terms of seniority.

Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, and Bei Jinyi showed doubts in their eyes. Apart from being handsome and handsome, this young man was ordinary, who dared to set up a school to recruit disciples, which one was not a master?
However, Zhang Wuji respected him very much, as if he really regarded him as a master in his words and deeds. Could it be that this young man really has something unique?
Regarding Song Yuanqiao's temptation, Lin Yuanjian responded calmly: "I have no family or sect, I am an idler in the mountains."

Song Yuanqiao and the others were stunned, looking at each other.

Lin Yuanjian asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Song Yuanqiao exchanged glances with several juniors, then raised his head and said, "To be honest, your Excellency is a teacher at a young age, which is somewhat unconvincing. Although Wuji has not formally apprenticed to Wudang, he is also from Wudang. How many of us are there?" As an elder, this uncle naturally hopes that he can be worshiped by a famous teacher! Song does not look down on Your Excellency, but to convince us all, he must show some skills."

Zhang Wuji said: "Uncle, don't look at my master as young, he is quite capable. If the uncle wants to test my master, Wuji is willing to take part in the battle. I believe that Wuji's performance is enough to prove the ability of the master."

"What does Song Daxia think?" Lin Yuanjian had no objection to Zhang Wuji's decision.

"This..." Before Song Yuanqiao finished thinking, Song Qingshu, who was already eager to try, came up from behind and said, "Father, let me come. I haven't seen Wuji for a few years. I also want to see how much he has improved." He said But he was thinking like this in his heart: "I can't do anything about you, isn't Zhang Wuji taking care of you at will?"

Previously in Wuji, he was often tortured by cold poison, Zhang Wuji had no intention of practicing martial arts at all, and his martial arts were surprisingly poor!How long has it been?Where can he go?
Song Yuanqiao nodded, and said: "Okay, you are brothers from the same sect, remember to count as far as you can, and don't hurt anyone."

Lin Yuanjian also reminded: "Wuji, don't hit too hard, learn to control the strength."

Everyone was speechless for a while, why do you seem to think that Zhang Wuji must win?
Yu Daiyan, who was lying on the bamboo bed, said, "Qingshu, don't be careless. I know a little about Wuji's experiences over the years, and his martial arts are no longer what they used to be."

Song Qingshu hummed, his expression remained the same, and he didn't take Yu Daiyan's words to heart.

Soon, everyone moved to the side of the courtyard one after another, leaving a place for the two to fight.

I saw Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu facing each other far away. Song Qingshu had a long sword in his hand, but Zhang Wuji was unarmed.

"Wuji, take the sword." Yin Liting was about to throw the sword over, but Zhang Wuji said: "Uncle Six, there's no need, Wuji can fight with Brother Song empty-handed."

Song Qingshu suddenly became angry: "Arrogance."

"Senior Brother Song, you have to be careful." Zhou Zhiruo reminded from behind.

"Junior Sister Zhou, see how I teach this arrogant guy a lesson." Song Qingshu swung his long sword and said proudly.

After all, he had already made the first move, and the brilliant sword light carried an extremely fierce sword energy to attack Zhang Wuji like lightning.

Zhang Wuji dodged sideways, and Song Qingshu's sword move failed.

But Song Qingshu refused to give up, and changed his moves in an instant, continuously displaying the exquisite moves in Wudang swordsmanship, sometimes as shocking as thunder, sometimes entangled like a poisonous snake, with softness in the rigidity, and rigidity in the softness , it can be seen that his swordsmanship has indeed comprehended the essence.

Song Yuanqiao nodded repeatedly, obviously very satisfied with his son's performance.

"Qingshu's martial arts has improved again." Yu Lianzhou praised.

Mo Shenggu said with a smile: "I am afraid that in a few years, Qingshu will surpass us."

But in Lin Yuanjian's eyes, Song Qingshu's swordsmanship seems exquisite but full of flaws. Of course, not everyone can see such flaws, and even if they can, they may not be able to break through them.

Zhang Wuji dodged left and right, slippery like a loach, Song Qingshu's sword moves fell through.

After looking at it for a while, Song Yuanqiao's face suddenly turned serious: "Wuji's speed is so fast!"

Zhang Songxi said: "One vigorous effort, then decline, and three exhaustion. If this stalemate continues, Qingshu will be in a bad situation."

"Don't procrastinate, enough face has been given, let's make a quick decision." Lin Yuanjian's voice came secretly to Zhang Wuji's ears.

Zhang Wuji nodded subconsciously, found a flaw in Song Qingshu's sword move and slapped it fiercely.

In the previous confrontation, Zhang Wuji only defended but not attacked, which made Song Qingshu's moves fail, which made Song Qingshu's mentality explode.

Song Qingshu was caught off guard by Zhang Wuji's sudden switch from defense to offense. Of course, even if he reacted in time, it would be useless. He should lose or lose. This is the difference in strength.

With a bang, Zhang Wuji hit Song Qingshu's shoulder with his palm, Song Qingshu flew upside down tens of meters away, and hit the courtyard wall heavily. There was only a rumbling sound, the wall collapsed directly, and Song Qingshu was also submerged in bricks.

"Qingshu!" The shocked Song Yuanqiao hurried over.