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Chapter 140 Swordsman Wizard
The white clouds are long, the evening drums and the morning bells, the life of a Taoist priest is boring and boring, but the time for practicing martial arts is like a fleeting time, so Suning does not feel bored.

That day, after Suning agreed to worship Zhang Sanfeng as his teacher, he took Suning home and explained. Fortunately, Su Ning was the only heir in Sujiazhuang, so there was no competition for the family property.

Suning didn't care about this, and directly sold the property, keeping a small part, and using the rest to do good deeds, which made Zhang Sanfeng even more fond of him.

Wudang is in the limelight now, but the sect's second-generation disciples plus Suning are only eight people. This is also related to Zhang Sanfeng's style of accepting apprentices, but the third-generation disciples are quite a lot. "Little Martial Uncle", that's a respect, which also makes Suning, a little Martial Uncle, very satisfied.

Today's Su Ning is only ten years old and has never learned any martial arts, but his martial arts attainments are no worse than Zhang Sanfeng's. If the system doesn't allow him to repeat the old ways of the Rain-Fuying Sword, he doesn't need to join Wudang at all.

In order not to shock the world, Suning still accepted the teachings of the six senior brothers seriously, starting from Wudang Changquan, basic internal skills and acupressure.

As expected, Suning also showed what a martial arts prodigy should be like. He can master it as soon as he learns it, and he can master it as soon as he learns it. In just three months, the six senior brothers have no qualifications to teach Suning, a junior martial artist, martial arts.

This also made Zhang Sanfeng, who had been in seclusion for many days, couldn't help but go out to find out.

The scenery of Wudang Mountain is extremely beautiful, and Tianzhu Peak, the 72nd peak, soars into the clouds. From a distance, it looks like a huge stone pillar traversing the sky and the earth in the misty clouds.

At the top of the peak, the Six Heroes of Wudang watched the ten-year-old Suning perform Wudang's basic sword skills with an inferior green steel sword.

This is a set of simple swordsmanship with only 36 strokes, the main point of which is the word "soft", but when Suning uses it, the softness grows to the rigidity, and the weak internal force like catkins can actually trigger the sword energy like a bull fighting.

Not long after, Zhang Sanfeng also arrived at the scene. Looking at the combination of hardness and softness of Suning's swordsmanship, if he thought about it and realized it, the bottleneck of Taijiquan seemed to be slightly loosened.

Because the Six Heroes of Wudang were immersed in Suning's swordsmanship, and Zhang Sanfeng's body skills were really mysterious, they didn't notice the master's arrival.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Ning put his sword back into its sheath, bowed his hands and saluted, "I have seen Master."

Only then did the Six Heroes of Wudang realize that their master had arrived, and they saluted together.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Little Lizi, you have learned all of master's martial arts, it seems that in the future, you can only work hard on your own."

Xiaolizi is Yin Liting's nickname for Suning. Yin Liting, who has not experienced Ji Xiaofu's incident, is definitely a naive young man like a sunny flower.

Su Ning shook his head and said: "It's just a glimpse of the door for the first time. The master is pedantic about heaven and man, and the apprentice is far behind."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said: "Songxi, you and Xiao Lizi will compete, it's just a competition of swordsmanship, don't use your internal force to hurt Xiao Lizi."

"It's Master." Zhang Songxi nodded quickly.

"Junior brother, be careful." Zhang Songxi drew his sword and said to Suning.

Su Ning nodded and said, "Senior brother please give me advice."

The sword light flashed, and the sound of sword blades clashing one after another.

Song Yuanqiao was slightly surprised and said: "Young junior brother's swordsmanship is really flowing. Compared with it, fourth junior brother's swordsmanship seems a bit unnatural."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Xiao Lizi is extremely talented in swordsmanship, just like the swordsman with a clear heart in the "Tao Jing"."

"Fourth Junior Brother is about to lose." The taciturn Yu Lianzhou finally spoke.

"Fourth senior brother, I accept it."

After dodging Zhang Songxi's sword, Suning's green steel sword was on Zhang Songxi's neck at some point.

Zhang Songxi smiled bitterly and said: "Young junior brother is indeed a great talent."

The two put their swords into their sheaths and turned to look at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled with satisfaction. He had already seen that Yu Lianzhou, the second-generation disciple of Wudang with the highest martial arts, would not be Suning's opponent at all if he only relied on swordsmanship instead of internal strength.

Naturally, Suning didn't take this seriously, this is nonsense, he has the martial arts attainments of a great master, it would be strange if he lost to Zhang Songxi, but Zhang Sanfeng and others didn't know, they all looked at Suning like monsters.

Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently: "In a few years, you may ask Xiao Lizi to teach you martial arts. As a teacher, you must retreat and fully understand Taijiquan and Taiji sword." After finishing speaking, he floated away to prepare for retreat.

three days later.

Su Ning, who was still practicing sword at Tianzhu Peak, suddenly withdrew his sword because he found that Song Yuanqiao was bringing a child carved in pink and jade. This child was about the same age as Suning. He was extremely handsome, even a bit like a girl.

"Hello, brother." The child called out very politely.

Song Yuanqiao patted the child's head, and said sharply, "It's not big or small, so I'll call you Uncle Junior."

Su Ning can be sure that the child in front of him is Song Qingshu, and immediately said: "Eldest brother, it's okay, it's just about seniority, we are all one family, why bother to treat others like this."

Song Qingshu felt a little wronged, but when he heard what Suning said, he immediately burst into a smile.

In fact, Song Yuanqiao didn't care too much about these things. He brought his son here this time because he wanted Song Qingshu to learn from Suning, so that his future martial arts achievements would be higher.

This is a little selfishness as a father who wants his son to become a dragon. Of course, it is more because Song Qingshu is about the same age as Suning, and he doesn't want Suning, whose parents have died, to be too withdrawn.

"Qingshu, listen carefully to my little uncle." After Song Yuanqiao gave his instructions, he walked down Tianzhu Peak.

Suning watched Song Yuanqiao's back, knowing his kindness, smiled slightly, and turned to look at Song Qingshu.

Su Ning felt it was a pity for the future third-generation head of Wudang, so he smiled and said, "Qingshu, have you learned martial arts yet?"

Song Qingshu smiled shyly and said: "I have learned a little bit, but my father said that my talent is too poor. Compared with my little uncle, I am like a heaven and an earth."

Su Ning smiled, comparing himself to himself, it was looking for abuse, but Song Yuanqiao didn't know his own details, so it was reasonable.

"Then do you want to practice martial arts with my little uncle?" Su Ning asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Song Qingshu replied without hesitation.

Time flows like water.

In the middle of winter, there was heavy snowfall. On Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain, Suning practiced his sword in the snow. Not far away, Song Qingshu, a little child, also held a small wooden sword, enduring the severe cold, practicing sword like a model.

The ice and snow are severe and cold. Song Qingshu is a beginner in internal skills, and he can't resist the severe cold. He is shivering from the cold, but he still doesn't flinch. This kind of tenacity makes Suning very satisfied. Chaotic mind.

Suning's current swordsmanship has become a style of its own, which is different from the Yu Yu swordsmanship's extreme sword and extreme love. This is the purest pursuit of killing power.

After hearing the news, Zhang Sanfeng went out of the seclusion again, and warned Suning to be merciful with his sword in the future, and retreated again.

Song Yuanqiao was so happy that his son practiced sword with Suning, he was so happy from ear to ear.

Song Qingshu also completely regards Suning as an object of worship, even if he is a daughter, it is possible to agree with her body.

Bang!
Song Qingshu couldn't keep up with Suning's sword path, staggered and fell on the snow.

But he didn't cry, stood up silently, and watched the sword silently.

After Su Ning put away his sword, he walked up to Song Qingshu, gave him a thumbs up, and praised: "Qingshu, you're doing well, but you have to keep one thing in mind."

Song Qingshu asked with a puzzled face: "Little uncle, what do you want Qingshu to keep in mind?"

Suning smiled emotionally, put his hand on Song Qingshu's snow-covered head, and said seriously: "May you hold the sword, see the six ways, and ask the world for swords not for love."

Song Qingshu's small face was full of confusion, but seeing Suning's serious expression, he nodded vigorously.

"Let's continue practicing swords."

Suning slowed down his sword and said.

On this day, it was snowing heavily, Tianzhu Peak was shining with sword light, Suning was ten years old, and Song Qingshu was nine years old.

(End of this chapter)