[Comprehensive martial arts] The style of painting is wrong

The sky was twilight, Song Qingshu came to Luo Huixue's door early like yesterday, knocked on the door lightly, "Miss Luo, get up and run." Song Qingshu raised his voice a little.

At this time, a piece of paper slowly fell and floated from the crack of the door to the ground.A bad premonition rose in Song Qingshu's heart, he bent down and picked up the note.

【Qing Shu: I changed to a different place to sleep today. I have finished copying the [-] copies of the "Tao Te Ching" that I have reformed and put them on the window for you. You can open the window and take it away yourself.If your father asks, just say that I don't want to. ——Luo Huixue]

"Sure enough, he sneaked away..." Song Qingshu's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say anything, but turned around and took a stack of papers from the window and walked out.

Two hours later, Luo Huixue quickly shuttled through the forest, trying to get rid of the person who had been following her all along.Zhang Sanfeng raised his feet without haste, but his steps were not slow at all, he just walked casually, and there was already a distance of several feet.

Among the blue forests, there is an old Taoist with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, wearing a gray Taoist robe, his feet seem to be shrinking into inches, his eyes are full of childlike innocence, and together with his gray beard, there is no contradiction at all. feel.

[Ah, ah, system, why can't I get rid of Zhang Sanfeng with my lightness kung fu of walking against the wind?] Luo Huixue leaped suddenly, skimming over the forest.

Luo Huixue panted slightly: 【Also, my whipping technique can't even touch his sleeves】

[Host, according to data, Zhang Sanfeng lived more than 400 years old] The system sound is a little hard to describe.

[Our skills are a low-end version of the fantasy world, although it is reasonable to be invincible in martial arts] The system voice choked up [But Zhang Sanfeng doesn't practice martial arts, he cultivates immortals! 】

Luo Huixue sighed, well, it's normal that martial arts practitioners can't beat immortal cultivators... no wonder!

[Can immortals be cultivated in this world? 】

[No, Zhang Sanfeng is the only one who has lived for more than 400 years] The system voice sounds like weeping, with Zhang Sanfeng suppressing, is it possible for my host to become the number one in the world?

"Xue'er, although the Taoist is old, he can still keep up." Zhang Sanfeng's voice was still gentle and kind.

Luo Huixue rolled her eyes, this old man with a bad stomach didn't know why he insisted on teaching her martial arts.

[I guess, he probably wants to find a successor? 】The system whispered.

Luo Huixue sneaked into the woods, [Where in this world can I find someone who can inherit his mantle, he is the only immortal cultivator in the whole world.Just him, more than 400 years old, killed all his disciples and grandchildren not long ago. 】Luo Huixue now suspects, not to mention that the second and third generations of Wudang disciples are not so talented, even if there is a real genius, they probably won't survive Zhang Sanfeng.

After being quiet for a while, the system suddenly said weakly [Yes, the host has that qualification]

Luo Huixue condensed her body, took a deep breath, well, then she also knew why Zhang Sanfeng promised her father that he would teach her martial arts.

Seeing that the skill time was coming up, Luo Huixue simply stopped running, but turned around, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Master Zhang, don't you think it's strange that I suddenly have such a good lightness kung fu?"

Luo Huixue was a little curious, she couldn't hide the fact that she didn't have internal strength from other people, but she definitely couldn't hide it from Zhang Sanfeng.Her sudden burst of martial arts, others will only think that she was hiding it before, but it is strange that Zhang Sanfeng is still so calm.

Zhang Sanfeng still had the same smiling face, and said, "The old man has seen too many strange things, Xue'er is nothing." Cultivating immortals, it's always different from practicing martial arts, and Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to know Luo Huixue's sudden outburst Where did his martial arts come from?

Luo Huixue suddenly trembled a little, and she asked cautiously: "Then, then there are really ghosts in this world, right?" Oh my god, even cultivating immortals is fine, so it's reasonable to have ghosts, right?Luo Huixue trembled.

Zhang Sanfeng looked strangely, this is the first time someone asked him this question... "Maybe?" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly thought deeply, he knew that he was different from others, what a ghost...

【No!Host, we must believe in science, there will be no ghosts in this world, Zhang Sanfeng who can live more than 400 years is the only exception!And his aptitude, if it wasn't limited by the world, he would not only be able to live for more than 400 years, it must be limited] The system spoke first.

Only then did Luo Huixue feel relieved, if there was a ghost, it would be too scary...

"Grandpa Zhang, do you drink? I brought the best daughter red, and I'll bring it to you in the afternoon." Luo Huixue's face changed very quickly. After knowing that he had no way to deal with Zhang Sanfeng, he changed into a flattering one. expression.

Zhang Sanfeng was adapting well with a smile on his face, and joked, "Now you know how to please the old man?"

Luo Huixue didn't panic at all, and said in a calm manner: "I have always admired Master Zhang very much." It seemed that she wasn't the one who tried to escape just now.

"Haha, you still have to learn martial arts, I will teach you personally..." Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes with a smile.

System (indifferent): My host is about to start fooling people again.

As long as Luo Huixue is willing, her mouth is the sweetest. In just three days, she and Zhang Sanfeng are already very familiar.

"Wow, grandpa, you are so amazing. I once described a fairy in a book, with white hair and a childlike face, who dispels demons and defends the Tao. He is exactly like grandpa." Luo Huixue not only touched her mouth with honey, but also her eyes were very sincere.

Zhang Sanfeng straightened his back, with a look of disapproval on his face: "I'm afraid Xue'er's mouth is stealing sweets, and she will flatter the old way."

Unexpectedly, Luo Huixue suddenly became serious, and said seriously: "This Taoism has been lonely since a hundred years ago, and it has grown in the hands of grandpa in the past few years. Now there is no one in the world who doesn't know Wudang Master Zhang."

After a pause, he added: "Let's not even mention that "Tai Chi" has been sorted out into a system. This kind of thing has never seen the ancients before, and there will be no newcomers in the future. Think of the world."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't speak, but his back straightened up a bit, his face was even more rosy, he just squinted his eyes and said: "Where, where." But the pride on his face couldn't be concealed.

The Wudang Seven Heroes who were waiting at the side were all dumbfounded, looking unbelievable.

"Senior brother, is this really the master?" Yin Liting's personality was a bit out of character, and he couldn't help asking.Several other people also agreed one after another, and turned their attention to the elder brother they had always respected.Although the master has a gentle temperament, he has always been serious in education. How could he relax the conditions so easily.

Song Yuanqiao also smiled wryly. Just now, the master had already agreed to many unreasonable demands of the Princess Luo, "Master has his own opinion." Song Yuanqiao could only comfort everyone in this way, although no matter how you look at it, the master was taken unconscious...

Song Yuanqiao stepped into his room full of thoughts. "Father, Grand Master..." Song Qingshu rushed up to meet him, with a worried expression on his face.

Song Yuanqiao raised his head to look at his son with an anxious expression. It was rare that he didn't blame him for his eagerness first, but opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.After all, he was the one who told Qingshu to supervise the little princess, but now the master was coaxed to avoid the little princess's morning run...

"Qingshu, your grand master didn't blame Miss Luo." Song Yuanqiao sighed, "and also spared her morning jog."

Qing Shu was not as disappointed as he thought, but he was obviously relieved, "That's good, that's good." Song Qingshu has been blaming himself since Grand Master did it, and if he knew it, he would have hidden it for Miss Luo , it was all his fault.

Song Yuanqiao seemed to understand something, sighed, and patted Song Qingshu's shoulder: "I have wronged you, Miss Luo is indeed not your task."

Song Qingshu looked at the back of his father leaving with a dazed expression, what was wronged?I'm not wronged, I quite like Miss Luo, after all, she is the only one who hasn't ignored me after Wuji came... Yesterday she brought me candy, only for me, without Wuji.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips. In fact, he still wanted to tell his father that he had mastered the seventh form of Wudang swordsmanship today, but he hesitated for a while. His father must be busy, so he couldn't bother him.

"Qingshu, has your swordsmanship improved again? It feels like you are a little stronger than yesterday." A familiar voice came from behind.

Song Qingshu, who had just come out of Song Yuanqiao's yard and was lowering his head, his eyes lit up, and when he turned around, he saw Luo Huixue leaning on the rockery and waving to him.

Luo Huixue took a few quick steps, and stood side by side with this dejected little guy, although this "little" guy was actually a few years older than himself.

"I don't have to get up early tomorrow!" Luo Huixue smiled slightly. She also met Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, two contemporaries in Wudang. Compared with Zhang Wuji, who is always courteous, she prefers Song Qingshu.

"Well, I heard what my father said. It's really rare. Tai Shifu has always been strict, but he even agreed to let you get up late." Song Qingshu looked serious.

Luo Huixue tilted her head to look at Song Qingshu, but chuckled: "Why are you like a little old man, you still have baby fat on your face, but you have to pretend to be serious."

This is true, although Song Qingshu has reached the crown, but he has a baby face, and he always puts on a serious expression in order to maintain the dignity of the elder brother.

"Am I very useless? At this age, I'm still so ordinary, and my martial arts are not great." Song Qingshu finally gave up and put on a serious expression. He lowered his head.

He laughed at himself: "Wuji can't practice martial arts, but in just one year, he was able to practice Wudang Thirteen Swords in a decent way, but he didn't have internal strength. I practiced for seven years, but I only practiced seven moves. Such a Can I really afford Wudang in the future?"

Luo Huixue glanced at Song Qingshu strangely, why should he be responsible for Wudang? As for Zhang Sanfeng, who is the only one who can send your grandson away, why should you be responsible for Wudang?

"It's already very good. I've been doing it for so many years, and I don't even know the most basic martial arts." Luo Huixue handed Song Qingshu a handful of preserved fruits, which she brought up the mountain a few days ago, and there was only the last bit left.

"It's different, I'm a third-generation senior brother of the Wudang School." Song Qingshu said in a low voice, as if he had shouldered the responsibility.

Luo Huixue tilted her head and realized that it turned out to be another poor little boy whose wishes were imposed by her father. She didn't have that much ability, but she was entrusted with such great expectations.

"Your father is also very ordinary. His martial arts are not among the best among top-notch masters. He is still like that with your great master's careful teaching. Why do you expect you to be very good?"

"My father is very powerful." Song Qingshu retorted subconsciously.

"Can you beat Ximen Chuuxue?" Luo Huixue asked.

"I can't." Song Qingshu was sullen, Ximen Chuuxue, the sword god in the Jianghu, had already become a half-step master, and his father was only a first-class master.

"Where is Prince Taiping's womb nine?" Luo Huixue asked again.

"No." Prince Taiping is a newly emerged strong man and a half-step master.

"Brave Commander Chu Liuxiang?"

"I can't." Chu Liuxiang was a top-notch expert.

"The East is undefeated?"

"……cannot."

Luo Huixue asked a bunch of people's names, but Song Qingshu's head lowered lower and lower. His father seemed... Really good?

"If you don't, you can follow me. I'll teach you. The ones your father can't beat are my younger brother and his subordinates." Luo Huixue took advantage of Song Qingshu's bow and rubbed his hair.