I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Today's Zhang Sanfeng, 120 years old, has not been in the rivers and lakes for decades.

Decades ago, he was recognized as No.1 in the world.

Decades later, he is still sitting firmly on the No.1 throne in the Jianghu, and no one dares to question it.

According to Jiang Asheng, that patriarch has penetrated all phenomena in the world of mortals, returned to the basics and returned to the truth, and made contributions to good fortune.

Lear wanted to learn Tai Chi and sword very much.

Therefore, Wudang is imperative.

This world is a world of low martial arts.

Zhang Sanfeng in this world may not be as powerful as Zhang Sanfeng in other worlds, but his name is Zhang Sanfeng!

"Miss, pack up, we will go to Wudang tomorrow."

Zeng Jing made some guesses, and asked, "Sir, what do you mean?"

Lear smiled, "That's right, I want to go to Wudang to learn art from a teacher."

Zeng Jing nodded, not surprised at all.

Xiangyang is not far from Wudang Mountain, but only a two-day journey.

The next day, Li Er and Zeng Jing went out early in the morning and went straight to Wudang Mountain.

At the same time, Mount Song and Mount Shaoshi.

In the Daxiong Palace, the abbot abbot frowned.

Under the seat of the Buddha, several elders put on their scars and wore scarlet cassocks.

Compared with the monks in Shaolin, Master Jian Chi and Ye Chanqing's plain gray monk clothes looked a little crude.

Seeing that Master Wu frowned, the abbot said, "Senior Brother Jian Chi, we Shaolin are grateful to him for returning Rama's body. But the Sutra of Washing the Marrow has always been my Shaolin Town Temple magic skill, how can I spread it to the outside world?"

"Senior brother Chi Chi, you are so confused!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Jian Chi, if Lear learns the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and commits evil, won't the sins he committed be blamed on us?"

Master Jian Chi's eyes were cloudy, his face was full of stubble, he bent his body, and said, "He promised me that he would not do evil."

"Brother Jian Chi, the human heart is the most difficult thing to figure out. How come you don't even understand this truth when you are old?"

The elders of the Discipline Academy, the Bodhi Academy, and the Chuangong Academy spoke one after another.

Facing the accusations from the monks, Master Jian Chi clasped his hands together and said nothing.

Ye Zhanqing's face was livid behind Master Jian Chi.

The Shaolin monk is different from what she imagined.

Seeing that Master Chi was silent, the abbot and the elders stopped criticizing him.

Abbot Jian Wu waved his hand and said solemnly, "Okay, this is the end of the matter, it's useless to accuse Brother Jian Chi."

The dean of the precepts, Lao Jianwang, looked at Master Jian Chi, and said to the monks, "Brother Jian Chi has indeed done something stupid, I would like to take the disciples of the Precepts Academy down the mountain, take back the marrow washing sutra from Lear's body, and abolish it." He is full of martial arts, so it can be regarded as keeping my Shaolin town temple magic skills and not spreading it to the outside world."

"Senior brother Chi Chi, where is Lear?"

Ye Zhanqing's face was livid, and she was about to speak when she took a step forward.

Master Jian Chi grabbed Ye Zhanqing, shook his head and remained silent.

He really didn't know where Lear was, and even if he knew, he wouldn't tell.

Looking at the golden body of Buddha, Master Jian Chi bowed his head.

He didn't want to argue with his senior brothers. The reason why he left Shaolin and went to Yunhe Temple on the outskirts of Yingtian Mansion to be an abbot was because he disagreed with his senior brothers.

Master Jian Chi left with Ye Zhanqing.

On the way down the mountain, Ye Zhanqing asked in confusion, "Master, are those great monks monks? Why do they insist on clinging to the Marrow Washing Sutra? It's just a secret book of martial arts. Is it really that important?"

Master Jian Chi looked up at the sky, and replied in a low tone, "Zhan Qing, monks are human beings, they are not Buddhas."

In the Daxiong Palace, the abbot Jian Wu looked at the elders and said, "Back then, we were the ones who couldn't help Brother Jian Chi. He refused to let go, and we couldn't force him."

"Junior Brother Wang, take your disciple down the mountain and make sure you find Lear."

"The Marrow Cleansing Sutra, don't pass it on to the outside world!"

Chapter 20 Wudang Mountain

Wudang Mountain is famous all over the world because of one person.

Decades ago, a Taoist came to Wudang Mountain and created the Wudang lineage.

Since then, Wudang has become a big school of righteousness, and Shaolin has been in charge of the leader of the rivers and lakes.

That Taoist is recognized as No.1 in the world.

No one questioned the Taoist, and Lear would not question it either.

On Wudang Mountain, there is a palace.

Along the way, there are many pilgrims, and the incense is still strong.

In front of the mountain gate, there are two Taoist boys standing guard.

Li Er raised his sword, took Zeng Jing's hand, and followed a group of tourists into Zixiao Palace.

In Zixiao Palace, Emperor Zhenwu is enshrined.

After offering incense, Lier found the Daoist boy who was receiving the pilgrims, and said, "Lear is a young man from Jianghu, and he brought his wife Zeng Jing to see Zhenren Zhang, and I hope Brother Dao will pass it on for him."

Daotong was dressed in a blue Taoist robe and had a handsome appearance.

Bowing his hands to Lier, Daotong replied politely, "Layman, I can't decide this matter. I will ask the master. If the master agrees, I can report to the patriarch."

Lear nodded, not feeling troubled.

There are so many people who want to see Reverend Zhang, if Reverend Zhang meets everyone, wouldn't he be annoyed to death?

Waited for half an hour in Zixiao Palace.

The middle-aged man in black Taoist robe came out, he looked at Lear suspiciously, and asked, "What purpose do you have in meeting Master?"

Lear said with a smile, "Apprentice teacher."

The man laughed angrily, and said, "Patriarch, he has been out of the rivers and lakes for decades, and Wudang Mountain has developed to the present, and the four generations of disciples are as old as you. If you want to apprentice, you should worship three generations of disciples. How can you worship the ancestors?" reason?"

"Go down the mountain!"

The man waved his hand to send Lear down the mountain.

Lear's expression remained unchanged.

Zeng Jing took a step forward, took out a gold leaf from the package, handed it to the man in a vague manner, and said, "My husband has admired Master Zhang for a long time, please be accommodating."

The man was a little embarrassed, and replied, "It's not that I don't want to help, but the patriarch is usually at the back of the mountain, so we can't disturb him. It's unlikely to worship the patriarch, but I can introduce my master for you."

"My master is a second-generation disciple who has received the true biography of the patriarch. If you sincerely worship your teacher, you can worship my master Wuweizi."

Zeng Jing turned her head and looked at Lear.

Lear smiled at the man, and said, "Then I will trouble the Taoist priest."

"You guys wait here."

The man left in a hurry.

"My master promised to see you, come with me."

Soon, the man returned.

In Wudang, the patriarch is Zhang Zhenren, and under Zhang Zhenren there are two generations of disciples, three generations of disciples, and four generations of disciples.

The ones in the blue Taoist robes are four generations of disciples.

Three generations of disciples wear black Taoist robes.

Following the man to another palace, Lear saw the second-generation disciple in a purple Taoist robe, who was also the direct disciple of Zhang Zhenren, Wu Wei Zi.

Wu Weizi had gray hair, sat on a chair, looked at Lear, and asked, "Do you want to be a teacher?"

"Yes."

"Do you have martial arts?"

Lear replied honestly, "I have a little bit of martial arts."

Wu Weizi picked up the teacup, took a sip of clear tea, and continued, "Seeing that you carry a sword, you should be good at swordsmanship. Show me your swordsmanship and let me see. If your swordsmanship is not bad, I can consider taking you in." getting Started."

"Daoist Wuwei misunderstood. It is good that Li wants to be a teacher, but Li wants to be a teacher with Zhang Zhenren."

"Swordsmanship, Mr. Li knows a little bit, please taste it, Daoist Wuwei."

Lear took a step forward, held hands to draw, and the bright silver sword came out of its sheath.

The Pishui sword was three and a half feet long. Lier held the sword and held a sword flower, and his figure moved.

The long sword is like water, and also like a flexible silver snake, shaking out sword flowers.

Lear's eyes were focused, and the Xuanmen Pishui sword was cast in his hand.

Wu Weizi squirted out a mouthful of tea, and the tea stained the Taoist robe, and he didn't realize it.

As the second disciple of Zhang Zhenzhen, Wu Weizi's martial arts is very high, and he is a figure at the level of Taishan Beidou in the world.

It was precisely because of this that he realized how mysterious and exquisite Lear's swordsmanship was.

After watching for a long time, Wu Weizi frowned, he saw a shadow of uneven swordsmanship in Lear's swordsmanship.

Li Er put his sword back and stood up, and said with a smile, "Master Wuwei, may Li's swordsmanship catch your eye?"

Wu Weizi asked with a serious expression, "Little friend, where did you learn this sword technique, and who did you inherit it from?"

"Your swordsmanship not only has the softness of the Pishui swordsmanship, but also the Yuanyuan which combines the offense and defense of my Wudang Chamci swordsmanship. The person who taught you the swordsmanship is not simple, and the old man is ashamed."

Zeng Jing covered her mouth, trying not to let herself laugh.

Lear replied seriously, "This sword technique is called Xuanmen Pishuijian."

"I learned the 41-way Pishui swordsmanship from my wife, and I learned the Zancha swordsmanship from Jiang Asheng. By the way, Jiang Asheng is Zhang Renfeng."

"Plus my own Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship."

"I took the softness of the Pishui sword, the emptiness of the Taiyi sword, and the offense and defense of the uneven sword. I learned from each other's strengths to make up for my weaknesses, and got this sword technique."

After Lear finished speaking, Wuwei Ziteng stood up, his face full of shock.

"Little friend, did you create this set of sword techniques?"

Lear waved his hand modestly, "Senior, you are serious, how can I have the ability to create my own swordsmanship? It's just a further fusion of Pishui swordsmanship, Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship and Zancha swordsmanship to come up with this one It's just a Xuanmen Pishui sword."

Wuweizi opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Zeng Jing couldn't help it anymore, she covered her mouth and snickered, she also knew that her husband's talent was amazing, but this Taoist priest shouldn't be so shocked, right?

Wu Weizi took a deep breath, his expression was serious, and his eyes showed the child's horrific shock.

Holding the teacup, his hands trembled, his voice trembled, and he said, "Pindao cannot be your master, and the brothers of Pindao are not qualified either. You really should worship under my Wudang sect."

"Little friend, wait a moment, I will go to the back mountain to find Master."

Wu Weizi put down the teacup and left the room where the guests were treated.

The man in the black Taoist robe seemed to have never seen Wu Weizi lose his composure like this before. He glanced at Lear with a strange expression, and his eyes were unclear.

Li Er held Zeng Jing's hand and said with a smile, "My lady, go buy a yard on the mountainside, we should live in Wudang for a while."

Zeng Jing turned around and left the mountain gate.

It's a good thing for my family's father-in-law to worship Zhang Zhenren's sect, and that Zhang Zhenren is a legend in the martial arts world!

Probably only the real Zhang can teach his husband.

Lier stood in the guest room, quietly waiting for Zhang Zhenren's arrival.

Although we haven't met each other, Lear is looking forward to it.

Will Zhang Zhenren, who has explored everything in the world of mortals, read all kinds of situations in the world, returned to the basics, and learned from nature, will he teach himself the Taijiquan sword?