[Comprehensive martial arts] Wuji his brother

After the two of them finished their banquet, Sikong Zhaixing asked: "Can you do it alone? Don't let anyone get caught again."

Zhang Wuzhang's martial arts are too bad, and he is recovering from a serious injury, this is what he is most worried about.

Zhang Wuzhang thanked him for his kindness, and said with a smile: "A hundred miles further south from here, there is the Heavenly Eagle Sect Snake Altar's sub-helm, I will find them myself."

Only then did Sikong Zhaixing take his leave and leave. He was very good at lightness kung fu, and walked directly from the window on the second floor of the restaurant, and jumped across to the roof of the opposite house. He didn't look back, and went away like a bird.

Zhang Wuzhang paid the bill, he saw that Dingyi and the others were still having dinner, they didn't go over there to disturb each other, they just nodded as a signal when they went downstairs, and then left.

When he left Kaifeng City, he only walked towards a remote and quiet place. After traveling for dozens of miles, he found a place that was inaccessible.

Zhang Wuzhang took a fancy to a boundary, and used Ladder Cloud Zongqinggong to climb up the mountain ridge.This place is not as steep as Dugu Qiubaijian Tomb's steep cliff, and there are points of leverage along the way, Zhang Wuzhang didn't take much effort to reach the cave halfway up the mountain.

During this period of time, he has been carrying a package with him, even when eating and sleeping, he never leaves his side.Open it at this time, and take out Ziwei soft sword and Yitian sword.

Zhang Wuzhang has never believed in gods and Buddhas, but he couldn't help thinking: "I just invited the nun to have a big meal today, I only hope that the Buddha Bodhisattva, Sanqing Laojun, and Jin Laogu will help me achieve great things."

In this world, he guessed that chanting Buddha and Taoism didn't work for these two old men, so he said a few more words before pulling out both swords.

The Ziwei soft sword is a sharp weapon that Dugu Qiubai held before the age of 30, and the black iron sword used to forge the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber was held by Dugu Qiubai before the age of 40. .

Now is definitely not a good opportunity to go to Binghuo Island to pick up Xie Xun back to the Central Plains. In fact, the troubles Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu brought back to the Central Plains have not been resolved yet.

Since he couldn't get the dragon-slaying knife, he had to try something else.

Zhang Wuzhang exercised enough internal strength to force Ziwei soft sword into purple air, let out a soft shout, and slashed heavily at Yitian sword.

But there was a loud sound of "铛", the Yitian sword remained motionless, Ziwei's soft sword bent in the opposite direction and came out, Zhang Wuzhang hastily turned his head to dodge it.

Even if a soft sword has sufficient internal strength, it cannot compare to a hard sword like the Yitian Sword, not to mention Zhang Wuzhang's lack of internal strength.

He was not discouraged, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two swords were not damaged, and carefully inspected with the Yitian sword in his hand.

The blade has been tried, and it must have been chopping continuously, leaving no traces.Zhang Wuzhang thought hard for a while, his eyes lit up, he lit a candle, raised the Yitian sword horizontally, made the candle, the sword body, and his eyes line up, and inspected it inch by inch.

After checking back and forth several times, at the junction of the hilt and the body of the sword, Zhang Wuzhang noticed that at a certain special position, the candlelight projected through the body of the sword was slightly different.

It seems that the material of this line of sword body is different from other places.Zhang Wuzhang held up the Yitian sword in one hand, raised the candle up, put two drops of wax oil on that spot, and then moved the candle away.

He was sore from raising his hands, but he didn't care to shake his hands for a rest, so he couldn't wait to take the Ziwei soft sword, use his internal strength, and slash towards that place heavily.

The sound this time was slightly different from the first time, Zhang Wuzhang cut more than ten times in succession, and finally cut a small corner vertically.

Zhang Wuzhang looked at the right hand holding the sword, and saw that the tiger's mouth was extremely red and swollen, if he hadn't specially practiced claw skills, the tiger's mouth would have been smashed through.

He rested for a while, swiped the sword and cut again, 23 times in one breath, and saw that Yitian sword was split in one third, took a slender branch, and stuck it in through the hole.

Sure enough, there was something in the blade of the sword, Zhang Wuzhang stabbed it for a long time, and finally used a branch to hook out the two volumes of secret books inside. "The Essence of the Eighteen Palms Subduing the Dragon".

He looked at the content carefully, and saw that the first sentence of the general outline is "the way of heaven, the more damage is more than enough to make up for what is not enough, so the emptiness wins the real, and the inadequacy wins more than enough", this sentence seems to have been seen in Baidu in later generations.Zhang Wuzhang vaguely remembered that the general outline was written by Huang Shang in Sanskrit transliteration. He was afraid that when Guo Jing and Huang Rong wrote it, they would directly write it in Chinese characters, which saved a lot of effort.

Zhang Wuzhang put away the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" and sat cross-legged in the cave with the "Nine Yin Manual" in his hand. He was not in a hurry to practice, but only devoted himself to studying the outline.

As an ordinary person before time travel, Zhang Wuzhang’s impression of the Nine Yin Manual was purely feminine martial arts. After reading the general outline, he saw that it clearly stated that “the cathode is at six, so why do you say nine?” It is believed that "nine cathodes are prosperous" is absolutely not advisable, and the mutual assistance of yin and yang is the best.

He stayed in the cave for more than a month, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Sanfeng's birthday was approaching, and he also saw in [Chapter Yi Jin Bone Forging] that it was not beneficial to just sit and practice, so he put away the secret book and left the cave. out.

From Kaifeng to Wudang, it was a short journey, Zhang Wuzhang bought two good horses, and they traveled day and night, and finally arrived at the Wudang Mountains before the birthday banquet.

He found an inn at the foot of the mountain to settle down, took a hot bath, checked around, and found that there was nothing unusual about the guests staying with him, and poisonous water chestnuts were scattered all over the windows and doors. Only then did he fall down on the bed with confidence, and fell asleep with his head depressed.

When he woke up, it was already daylight, Zhang Wuzhang only felt that his stomach was empty, first checked that the cheats and sword he was carrying were not lost, then he got up and took a shower.

Because it was not Zhang Sanfeng's entire birthday, the heads of the various sects did not come, most of them sent their proud disciples to come, present congratulatory gifts, and express their hearts.

It's just that when the proud disciples gather together, everyone has different temperaments, and they are all young and energetic, so some disputes are inevitable.The Wudang sect has been familiar with this for a long time, and sent all the intellectual disciples to stay in several towns down the mountain to mediate the disputes between the various sects.

When Zhang Wuzhang came down from the second floor, he saw two aggressive men sitting at two tables on the first floor, and a Zhike disciple in a Wudang Taoist robe was mediating between the two.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he wanted to change to another shop. After searching two or three shops in succession, he found a quiet place. He was about to go in and sit down, when he saw a little Taoist priest running anxiously along the eaves of the street. But he stopped in his tracks, looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked behind him: "Little uncle, you, you?"

Zhang Wuzhang knew at a glance that he had mistakenly identified himself as Zhang Wuji, and this was nothing unusual, but from his tone, it seemed that Zhang Wuji had also come down the mountain today.

Thinking about it in his mind, he said with a smile: "I'm not your little martial uncle, is there no one in the world who looks like your little martial uncle Wuji?"

The little Taoist stayed for a long time, and suddenly remembered something: "Ah, ah, but, but is Master Zhang's eldest son?" He unconsciously glanced behind him.

Seeing his flustered expression, Zhang Wuzhang asked: "But Wuji is competitive, and he has a conflict with others, but he can't beat him, so let you go to rescue the soldiers?"

"That's not true, it was the Kongtong faction who bullied Xingyun, and the little master couldn't see it before he took action!" The little Taoist said indignantly.

He had already realized at this time that the person he bumped into was with his family, but he glanced at Zhang Wuzhang, as if he was afraid that his martial arts would not be good enough, and hurriedly said: "They turned two corners ahead. , Little Martial Uncle’s brother, I have to go to the elders to mediate first."

Zhang Wuzhang is not a disciple of Wudang, this little Taoist could only embarrassingly address him as "Little Martial Uncle's Elder Brother", and ran away in a hurry.

Zhang Wuzhang didn't care about it, it's common for young people to have some quarrels, but when they came to the corner of the street, they heard a person say abruptly: "I don't know who is so worthless and dares to come forward, It turned out to be a little evil raised by this evil heretic..."

Before finishing a sentence, there were several shouts, and several people shouted one after another: "How dare you!"

Zhang Wuzhang had already used his lightness kung fu to rush over, but he saw seven or eight people forming a group, half of Zhang Wuji's body was faintly exposed from the gap, and some people were swinging their five fingers towards his face, so he dodged to avoid it. , but was kicked.

The man was furious and wanted to attack again, but was held back by another person.

He could tell at a glance that this was divided into two factions, and the five disciples dressed in the Kongtong faction were in one group.There were so many opponents, and Zhang Wuji was guarding a little Taoist priest with red and swollen cheeks behind him, so he couldn't help being timid when making moves. Fortunately, there was a young man in Huashan school costumes to help him, so he barely managed it.

Zhang Wuzhang saw that there was also a white-haired old man in the Huashan standard costume in the crowd who was anxiously shouting: "Brother, before going down the mountain this time, the master has warned you never to allow you to have any more troubles, just stop!"

Now it is very clear who this person is, Zhang Wuzhan Ziwei soft sword popped out from his sleeve, he gave a soft drink, and swung the sword towards the Kongtong disciples, he was sure that this person was the leader of this group of people figure.

Hearing the shout behind him, the other party knew it was someone who was about to join in the punching, so he gave a reminder first to show that he didn't intend to sneak attack, then turned around and sneered: "Who is overestimating..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed drastically, he felt the cold light on Zhang Wuzhang's fleshy palm which was stretched out and pushed towards Zhang Wuzhang, but it was too late to withdraw the move hastily.He also said that this move would definitely cut off both hands, Kongtong sent disciples to walk around the world with fists and feet, if they lost their hands, they would be no different from disabled people.

This person screamed out in shock, but saw Zhang Wuzhang's wrist flicked slightly, the sword actually drew an arc, and brushed the palm of his hand, causing a pain in the palm.

Naturally, Zhang Wuzhang refused to admit that he had hurt him because he had not used his new soft sword. He put away the sword and said coldly: "Next time you dare to slap a Wudang disciple, you won't be peeling off a layer of skin."

They have been fighting for some time, but both sides are evenly matched, and neither is willing to kill, so it is the first time that someone has been injured.

The disciple of the leader of Kongtong took a few steps back, he felt his heart pounding, as if he was resurrected from the dead. He looked down at his hands, and saw that a thin layer of dead skin had been peeled off, which had been polished by his years of hard work. Most of it was cut off.