Martial arts: the salted fish swordsman who lives in the same blessing

And Zhang Sanfeng was a great master who relied on the way of Tai Chi to break through.

Although it is true that the proud son of heaven comprehended his own "Tao" when he was a master, and used this to become a great master smoothly.

But no one has ever been able to realize their own way in the innate realm!

Because you don't even know what your own artistic conception is, how can you talk about enlightenment?

Take building a house as an example.

Comprehending the "Tao" in the innate realm is equivalent to building the second floor without even laying the foundation and building the first floor, and even living in it...

Simply ridiculous!

However, this absurd scene was clearly placed in front of Zhang Sanfeng...

"Huh..." After rehearsing the last move, a huge Tai Chi pattern appeared at Su Mu's feet.

Afterwards, Su Mu withdrew his long sword, exhaled slightly, looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile and asked:

"Master Zhang, how is my Tai Chi sword practice?"

"..." After Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh:

"The old man has lived for a hundred years and is used to seeing all kinds of geniuses.

I thought that a genius is just a little smarter than ordinary people, which is nothing. "

Having said that, he looked at Su Mu with a complicated expression:

"However, after seeing Xiaoyou now, the old man knows what a genius is.

Xiaoyou's knowledge in martial arts is astonishing in the past, and he will surely achieve some amazing achievements in the future. "

Saying that, Zhang Sanfeng sighed slightly:

"Maybe my little friend can step into the legendary land fairy realm first."

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng felt quite uncomfortable.

It's not that I'm jealous of Su Mu, but I feel sorry.

If possible, he really wanted to accept Su Mu as a closed disciple, but unfortunately...

He could tell from just now that Su Mu's pace was indeed the lingering microstep of his old friend Wu Yazi.

In other words, Su Mu is probably Wu Yazi's disciple.

This is not aimless, but that Su Mu really looks like a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect!

First of all, Su Mu is handsome, which is very in line with the weird rules of accepting disciples of the Xiaoyao School.

Secondly, in addition to martial arts, members of the Xiaoyao Sect are also proficient in miscellaneous studies such as medical divination, divination and so on.

And Su Mu is proficient in the technique of "divination", which is exactly in line with the characteristics of Xiaoyao sect disciples.

In the end, he also understood just now that he hadn't misunderstood in the lobby, Su Mu was indeed practicing the Huashan School of Kung Fu.

But it was precisely because of this that Zhang Sanfeng determined that Su Mu was a member of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Because as far as he knows, the Xiaoyao faction seems to have collected martial arts from various sects in the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Su Mu to practice Huashan School's kung fu.

After all, the internal strength of the Huashan School also belongs to the line of Taoism, Zhongzheng is peaceful, and it is very suitable for laying the foundation.

"Master Zhang is too praised." Su Mu, who didn't know that he had been "acquired" as a member of Xiaoyao Sect, smiled bitterly after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's praise.

Actually speaking, his talent in martial arts can only be regarded as upper-middle-class, definitely not as strong as Zhang Sanfeng said.

If there is no system, his talent is at most equivalent to Song Qingshu, not bad, but not top-notch either.

"The old man didn't praise you, everything came from the heart!" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head when he heard Su Mu's self-effacing, and sighed:

"The old Tao dare not say that he is invincible in the world, but if you just talk about his vision, the old Tao is by no means weaker than others!"

Having said that, he looked at Su Mu with piercing eyes:

"The old Tao dares to say that in at most 20 years, the little friend will be able to compete with the old Tao.

If you add the teacher's... oh..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have thought of something, sighed suddenly, and waved his hands in a dispirited way:

"That's all, now that you have learned the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, there is nothing wrong with the old man. The old man will go and see my apprentice."

After finishing speaking, he didn't practice lightness kung fu, and walked slowly towards the lobby like a real centenarian.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's heart was very complicated.

Although he doesn't like to be competitive, he won't underestimate himself.

He is confident that there may be someone in the entire arena who is better than him in some aspects, but if life and death are fought, he will never be weaker than anyone!

If only talking about the "Tao way", his self-confidence is far superior to others, and the exercises he created are by no means weaker than others' unique skills!

However... there is no successor!

Although there are some people in Wuzhong who have practiced Taiji sword and Taijiquan, their progress is slow.

And Su Mu, an "old friend's disciple", was able to learn his Taiji swordsmanship after just watching it once. How does this make him feel comfortable?

This is the generous Zhang Sanfeng.

If it were someone else, he would have shot Su Mu to death driven by jealousy!

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Chapter 18 Sumu Worship God! [Good morning, big brother. 】

Time flies by, and before you know it, half a month has passed.

And today is the second year that Su Mu came to Tongfu Inn.

In other words, as long as tonight passed, he could get a high-level lottery.

Not only that, but in the past half month, he has also saved one Zhongji lottery draw and more than ten junior lottery draws.

He intends to have a wave of fat.

It's night, in the small courtyard of the inn...

Because before Su Mu opened the inn, he sold a nearby big house and connected it with the inn.

Therefore, the courtyard of the inn is several times larger than before.

The area alone has exceeded [-] square meters.

Moreover, Su Mu also asked people to dig a small pond at the edge of the yard, planted lotus flowers, and installed a rockery.

Although it is not as good as those palace courtyards, it is also small and exquisite.

And in the center of the yard is a small three-foot platform specially built by Su Mu.

At this time, a small square table was placed on the high platform, and the four gods' flags were placed around the table.

In the center of the table was a bright golden tripod.

There are three bright yellow pots inserted in the tripod, the color is thick and fragrant, and they are exuding faint smoke.

Its taste is refreshing, and you know it is good when you smell it.

After bathing and changing, Su Mu was standing respectfully in front of the table with his eyes closed, waiting for the opportunity.

At the corner of the small courtyard, Zhang Sanfeng and everyone in the inn were gathering to watch this scene.

"This..." Is Su Xiaoyou planning to open an altar? Seeing this situation, Zhang Sanfeng asked Lao Bai with a puzzled face.

"No." Lao Bai's face was a little weird, he shook his head, and replied in a low voice:

"Xiao Su is worshiping God."

"Worship God?" Zhang Sanfeng raised his head to look at the sky dully, and his expression became a little strange:

"What kind of god does Su Xiaoyou worship? Why do you want to worship at Zishi?"

Zhang Sanfeng is a Taoist, very good at worshiping gods.

But he has never heard of anyone worshiping in the middle of the night, unless...

Worship is not God!

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng's face became serious, he turned to look at Lao Bai, and asked softly:

"Which god does Su Xiaoyou worship?"

Zhang Sanfeng felt that the person Su Mu paid homage to was probably not some serious god.

"Which god..." Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's inquiry, Lao Bai couldn't help laughing, he held back his smile for a long time, and said humbly:

"He worships all gods.

The Jade Emperor, the Daoist Sanqing, the Tathagata Buddha, and even the gods of foreign lands, Allah and so on. "

"Huh?" Zhang Sanfeng, who was stroking his beard, trembled after hearing this, and accidentally pulled off a few pale beards:

"This... isn't this insulting the gods?"

This is like paying homage to the pier after going to a new place in the rivers and lakes.

You first worshiped the righteous way, then turned around and worshiped the evil way, and then found a person of evil ways to worship the wharf...

Zhang Sanfeng felt that if there were gods in this world, they would definitely join hands to kill Su Mu.

This is too fast-paced!

"Hehe..." Lao Bai didn't care too much, and said with a chuckle:

"Master Zhang, how can there be any gods in this world?

Even if there was, they probably wouldn't care about Xiao Su's offense.

Since Xiao Su is willing to play, let him play, I think it is quite interesting. "

As he said that, he found a bag of melon seeds from nowhere, and while nibbling, he handed the cloth bag to Zhang Sanfeng:

"Master Zhang, do you want melon seeds?"

"No...not." After Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Lao Bai, he shook his head strangely.

He always felt that the people in the inn were a little weird.

It felt like a peach blossom was suddenly pasted in a famous landscape painting.

Although the color is bright, it has a feeling of being out of place.

"It's time!" It was half past the hour when they were chatting.

Converted to modern time, it was just after twelve o'clock.

At this moment, the corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched slightly as he stood on the small platform.

Because the system prompt sounded in his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for living in the Tongfu Inn for one year and winning a high-level lottery. May I ask if the host has a lottery?"

"Wait a minute." Su Mu let out a long breath, opened his eyes, put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, looked at the sky and muttered:

"Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Sanqing Taoist, God and other gods, bless me to get what I want, a wave of fat."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.

On weekdays, when he conducts the primary lottery draw, he washes his hands at most.

He will take a shower and change clothes during the mid-level lottery.

But when it comes to high-level lottery draws, he will bathe and change clothes, burn incense and pray, just like today, in order to draw good things.

He knew it might not work, but...

It's easy anyway, so why not try it?

What if it is really possible to get out of Africa and join the EU?

......

"Huh..." After praying for a while, Su Mu let out a long breath, opened his eyes and ordered in his mind:

"System, conduct an advanced lottery draw!"