[Comprehensive Martial Arts] A good friend Tiancheng

After Wuhua came out of that forest, she used lightness kung fu and arrived at Quanzhen Sect in two or three strokes.

At this time, all the lights of Quanzhen Sect were also turned off, and everything was completely silent. Occasionally, a dog raised by some Taoist boy would bark once or twice.

Wuhua was not in a hurry, he quietly lay on the roof of a wing room outside the Taoist temple, blending into the night.If someone is now, they will not find his existence, unless someone with a much higher skill than him can perceive his existence.However, in Quanzhen Sect, none of Wuhua's confident young disciples is his opponent.

After waiting for a while, Wuhua got up and jumped from one roof to another without making a sound, and it was lighter than a cat's footsteps.After a few breaths of ups and downs, Wuhua arrived at the center of the backyard of the Taoist temple, where the tablet of the founder of Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang, was enshrined.

Wuhua waited quietly for a while, and after confirming that there was no one there, she gently rolled over and pushed open the heavy door of the ancestral hall. After Wuhua stepped in, she closed the door behind her backhand.

Relying on his night vision ability acquired through years of endurance training, he can clearly see everything here.Wu Hua quickly flipped through the contents of the ancestral hall, trying to find everything that would be beneficial to him. However, there was nothing special about this ancestral hall except for Wang Chongyang's memorial tablet.

Thinking of this, Wu Hua even moved Wang Chongyang's tablet to see what was on it.Unfortunately, nothing was found. After Wuhua recovered everything, she had to look elsewhere.

From the layout of the entire Taoist Temple of Quanzhen Sect that Yan Zhiwen had obtained before, Wuhua easily found the well-preserved residence of Wang Chongyang during his lifetime.

Wang Chongyang has far-reaching significance to the entire Quanzhen Sect, so everything about him is still well preserved, and it is said that there are special personnel who will clean and maintain the place every day.

Sticking to the bottom of the eaves, Wuhua waited for a long time, and after carefully confirming that the guard in the next room was sound asleep, he fell lightly like a dead leaf.

Wuhua saw that there was a lock on the door, so he tried it with his hand, and found that this kind of lock was impossible for him to open.Using brute force will only wake others up, which is not worth the candle for him.So, he walked around the room and tested every window one by one.

Sure enough, he still found a window in the northeast corner that was not closed from the inside. He pushed the window open, turned inside, and closed the window lightly.

This room is very simple and very in line with Wang Chongyang's personality. There are only one table, one chair, one bed, one futon, and one wardrobe.There were still his used quilts on the bed, and Wang Chongyang's Taoist robes were presumably in the wardrobe.However, I still have to look, Wuhua probably looked through the closet, but there was nothing of value.

Due to time constraints, Wu Hua finally chose to check if there was anything on the bed. He picked up the ceramic pillow and shook it. There seemed to be something inside the pillow, and it made a small sound when it hit the pillow wall.Wuhua carefully touched the entire porcelain pillow with his hands, and found a small movable protrusion on the edge, he pressed it lightly, and one side of the porcelain pillow opened.

Wuhua picked up the porcelain pillow, shook it a few times, and poured out the contents.There was a thick stack of letters inside, and Wuhua didn't have the time to open the letters now, so he packed up all the letters and put them on himself, then restored the porcelain pillow, and jumped out of the window again.

When Wuhua returned to the forest where he put his things, it was already late, and the crowing of cocks could be faintly heard.

Wuhua put most of the letters he got and the night clothes he changed into a hidden and safe place.Then, he took a few letters and went back to his wooden house.

Back in the house, it was still dark, there were no flowers and no candles, so I sat by the window and opened the letters by the moonlight.The covers of the letters are all the same, and they all say Chongyang's Invitation. The handwriting is graceful but yet firm. Presumably, it should be the letter written by Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

After Wuhua opened the letter and read it roughly, there was nothing in the letter, it was just that the two were discussing how to fight against gold, and they only mentioned a little lovesickness at the end of the letter...

Wuhua worked all night and didn't get anything useful, but he wasn't discouraged either.It seems that the Nine Yin Scriptures should not be taught in Quanzhen, but for him, there is still a lot of time, so he is not in a hurry.

Wu Hua looked at the sky, it was almost an hour before dawn, and he could rest for a while...

Wuhua opened his eyes just after dawn, and he had to go get food for the two people in the ancient tomb, and they could eat after they came back from practicing.

In the morning, it is usually porridge, depending on what you have to eat, Wuhua cooked porridge today, cut the pickles that the villagers gave him yesterday, and heated the last few steamed buns.

After the two people practiced, they didn't wait for Wuhua to call, so they felt that they had come to Wuhua.

As soon as Xiao Longnv entered the door, she continued to sit in the same position she sat in yesterday evening, and then looked at Wu Hua eagerly, waiting for Wu Hua to give her something to eat.

Yang Guo consciously came to the kitchen and took the steamed buns and pickles back. Wu Hua was sitting on the porridge, and when he was done, Yang Guo also arranged the things and came out to serve the porridge.

After the three of them had breakfast together, Xiao Longnv went back to the ancient tomb to continue practicing her inner strength.

And Yang Guo followed Wuhua, Wuhua continued to let him practice the basics, such as horse riding, or use their method of training new monks from Shaolin Temple to train Yang Guo.

Although Yang Guo is very intelligent and has excellent roots, Wuhua still doesn't understand why such a good seedling didn't start practicing martial arts early?

These days, the relationship between Wuhua and Yang Guo has become warmer, so Wuhua directly asked: "Yang Guo, you said you have such a good foundation, why did you start practicing martial arts so late?"

Yang Guo was silent for a while before answering: "Actually, I learned it when I was young. My mother taught me, but not long after, she became ill. After a few years, she passed away, and I lived alone. Later, Uncle Guo came and took me to Peach Blossom Island. Aunt Guo taught me how to read and read, but she didn’t teach me martial arts. Later, I went to Quanzhen Sect, probably because of my father. They all bullied me and didn't give me martial arts. Then, you will know it all!"

Wu Hua didn't ask any more questions, and just said: "It's okay, your bones are excellent, and now you are practicing good inner strength and mental skills, you will achieve something in a short time!"