Duan Nuxia who has the throne [Comprehensive martial arts]

"Everyone is well." Hua Manlou was always the most polite one.

The old man in the seat stroked his long beard, "Dare you ask who you are?"

"I'm down here, Huamanlou." Huamanlou raised his hand to salute, and smiled slightly, the spring breeze blowing on his face was refreshing.

Probably because of the aura, as soon as Huamanlou opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the hall became more relaxed. Everyone introduced each other, Duan Yu knew, the old man sitting on top was Zhang Sanfeng, on the left were Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou, and the two on the right were Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu is Zhang Sanfeng's direct disciple.

There are four Wudang Seven Heroes.

Really, what a big lineup.

"Miss Duan said earlier that you and Wuji were childhood friends?" Zhang Sanfeng still didn't hold back, and opened his mouth first.

"Yes," Duan Yu raised his head and thought for a while, "We met when we were about three years old. She left Dali with her parents when she was eight years old. During that time, we had a good time. Wuji has a good temper, is obedient and obedient, and she can't help but think. I mean pretty smart too.

"Then being fed by her parents and adoptive father, the round bun face is easy to pinch, no, it's cute just by looking at it.

"She likes tea flower rolls and snowflake cakes. She and Aunt Yin both liked Dali at first, but Uncle Zhang wanted to go back to the Central Plains and told her a lot about Wudang, which made her want to go back to the Central Plains too. She left He also said before that he will write to me when he gets to the place, and invite me to play when he settles down."

After recalling the past, she raised her head in surprise, good guy, all the Taoist priests in the room were crying.

Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting were on the left and the right, tears were streaming down, even Zhang Sanfeng could bear it the most, his expression was gloomy and the corners of his eyes were red.

"Good boy, after so many years, you still miss the old friendship with Wuji, it's really rare." Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"You, can you tell me what happened?" Duan Yu couldn't help urging him seeing him sighing endlessly.

"I want to ask you something first," Zhang Sanfeng said, "Are you Duan from Dali?"

"Yes." Shall we get to the point quickly?

"So, Wuji and his family were in Dali all those years?" Zhang Sanfeng asked again.

"Yes."

"So, Xie Lion King, are you also in Dali?"

"Who is Xie Lion King? Someone named him Lion King?" Is it so domineering?Just a little bit worse than her name.

"It's Xie Xun, the Golden Retriever Lion King." Mo Shenggu, who was a little younger on the right, said.

"Oh, Uncle Xie Xun," Duan Yu suddenly nodded, "He used to live with Zhang Wuji and the others. After Zhang Wuji and his family left, he lived alone. He couldn't see," Duan Yu paused. "So when Zhang Wuji left, he entrusted me to help take care of him, but Uncle Xie was too hot-tempered, and I hired servants for him a few times, but he drove them away, and he always felt that they would steal his knife , In fact, that precious knife of his is—so heavy, who can hold it?"

"You guys know him too? Except for his bad temper, everything is fine. He is in good health and often plays with knives in the yard."

All the priests in the hall immediately exchanged a look that Duan Yu couldn't understand.

"I'll go out and watch." Mo Shenggu immediately stood up, turned and went out.

"Miss Duan," Zhang Sanfeng said, "In the future when you are walking in the rivers and lakes, you must not tell others that you know Xie Xun's whereabouts, and you must not tell anyone what you told today."

"why?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and told the events of that year one by one.He gave lectures from Zhang Cuishan's entry into the Central Plains, and he talked about Zhang Wuji being held hostage by the two elders of Xuanming, and he was hit by Xuanming's palm.

After Zhang Wuji was hit by the palm, they were unable to heal her injuries. They took her to Shaolin Temple for help but was rejected. On the way, they met a Mingjiao hero and took her to Butterfly Valley to find the genius doctor Hu Qingniu. Zhang Wuji stayed in Butterfly Valley for many years, and his condition was not bad. Stable, everyone thought she could be cured, but Hu Qingniu was killed by his enemies, how Zhang Wuji went to Kunlun later, and how he fell from the cliff later, they didn't know the details, those were all told by the people in Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang.

However, even if Zhang Wuji didn't fall off the cliff, presumably she had the cold poison in her body, she wouldn't live much longer.

Duan Yu remained silent throughout the whole process, only feeling that the story was too boring, especially the final plot, which was very similar to a certain genre of martial arts novels.

Hua Manlou sighed.

"So, Miss Duan, please don't tell others what you know about Xie Xun's whereabouts." Zhang Sanfeng was very sad, but he still remembered to ask Duan Yu again, "It may cause disaster."

"Why are so many people looking for Uncle Xie?" Xie Xun's martial arts is not bad, "Is his knife really a treasure?"

"It's because of that knife." Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and said.

"A lot of people can't wield that knife, right?" A good horse has no good saddle, and weapons are out of hand.

The priests stopped talking.

"Is it the rumors from back then—" Hua Manlou said softly, "The Supreme Being of the Martial Arts, who slays dragons with a precious sword, orders the world, who dares not to follow, relying on the sky to come out, who will fight for the front?"

His tone was very light, but when Duan Yu heard such words as "martial arts supreme" and "commanding the world" coming out of Huamanlou's mouth, he felt very, very funny.

"Have you heard of it, too?" Yin Liting asked.

"Well," Hua Manlou nodded lightly, "I just heard a little bit about it. I heard that these two swords were forged by Tang Minghuang in those days, and that they contained the secrets of the Tang Palace. There are many such rumors, but No one has figured it out for so many years, so it may not be true.”

"That's right," Duan Yu said, "If you want to order Wulin with just a knife, it depends on whether Wulin agrees."

"We don't know what secrets there are," Song Yuanqiao said, "I only heard that there may be extremely powerful martial arts secrets hidden in the knife."

"Hey, no." Duan Yu waved his hand, "Impossible."

If there were any great martial arts cheats, the system would not sound like five hundred screaming chickens.

"Girl sure?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"of course."

"Regardless of whether the rumor is true or not, this knife caused a great commotion in the Central Plains, Miss Duan should pay attention." Zhang Sanfeng said.

They reminded me kindly, so naturally Duan Yu would not be ignorant of good and evil.

I don't know why, the title Wudang Master Zhang gave Duan Yu a magical sense of déjà vu, suspecting that he had heard of his name before.

It’s not the kind I’ve heard about in Jianghu in this life, it seems like she’s known this name for a long time, it’s just... She knew it in her previous life, when she thinks of this name, she can’t help but think of it, what kind of fruit, bigger fruit...

What kind of fruit is peach, lychee, and durian? Is it durian?

Now that I think about it, it might be some very important information.

Duan Yu stared at Zhang Sanfeng's face and spread the wings of his imagination.

Zhang Zhenren doesn't look like a durian, and he doesn't seem to be married. He doesn't need to kneel down on the durian beard. He looks like a dragon beard crisp or a nest of silk, but it's a bit far away.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was stared at by her, couldn't keep his expression on.

What's the matter with this girl?

Why do you keep staring at him?

Zhang Sanfeng could hardly bear it, so he didn't check whether his beard was knotted or his clothes were tied upside down.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, what's the matter?" Hua Manlou called her softly, and shook her hand firmly, which made Duan Yu wake up and realized that he was staring at her all the time, which was not very polite.

"Nothing," Duan Yu quickly shook his head.

"Then do you want to pay homage to Zhang Wuxia's tomb?" Hua Manlou reminded her tactfully.

"Okay, I mean of course it's good." Duan Yu said hastily.

For this matter, Zhang Sanfeng will not go, and Song Yuanqiao will lead them there.

While walking on the road, they ran into a young man, and Duan Yu couldn't help but let out a "Oh hoo--".

The pale face, the snow-white clothes and boots, and the cold expression are just like Ximen Fuxue, the professional kind.

"Song Zhenren." The young man saluted Song Yuanqiao, but his attitude was still cold. When he bowed to salute, his back was as stiff as a steel plate.

"This young man has a bad waist." Duan Yu whispered to Huamanlou.

Hua Manlou held her hand and squeezed it.

"Guhong, are you going to see Taoist Mu?" Song Yuanqiao treated him politely.

"En." The young man purposely glanced at Duan Yu and Duan Yu out of the corner of his eye, and then acted like he didn't notice them at all.

He walked over coldly, his posture was a bit imitated by Ximen Chuuxue, but he didn't learn the essence, his body was too hard, his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

A robot-like Ximen Fuxue who walks stiffly...

Duan Yu couldn't help it, he moved his foot, and a stone fell to the place where the young man landed next.

So the robot version of Ximen Chuuxue became the bouncing version of Ximen Chuuxue.

Duan Yu couldn't help laughing.

"What's going on?" Hua Manlou was a little curious. Although he heard all the movements, he couldn't think of the scene just now.

Duan Yu is not a girl who likes to play tricks on strangers, he didn't understand why she did it.

Duan Yu lightly bit Huamanlou's ear, "You know, I don't like Ximen Chuuxue. That Taoist, who happened to be dressed like Ximen Chuuxue's own son, looked at people with pride from the corner of his eyes."

Hua Manlou smiled and shook his head, but didn't say anything, it was just a joke, and the other party was rude first.

However, the young man who had already walked out turned back at this time, his face became paler because of his excitement, and the sword in his hand was drawn out of its sheath in an instant, "You are also worthy of mentioning Ximen Chuuxue!"

He draws his sword faster than the average Jianghu people. The sword is light and vicious, like lightning and thunder, and he moves forward without hesitation.

According to Duan Yu's estimate, even if she stood still and let him stab her, the sword probably wouldn't kill her, and the other party probably just wanted to teach her a lesson.

However, this young man who is obviously in the second year of middle school has a slightly grumpy temper, but his martial arts are not as high as he thought.

His sword was caught between two fingers.

Moreover, the sword seemed to like these two fingers too much, so it took root in the middle, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The young man's complexion turned ruddy as before, with beads of sweat rolling on his head, he didn't look so much like Ximen Chuuxue anymore.

"Lingxi Yizhi," the young man shouted, "You are Lu Xiaofeng!"

"I'm Huamanlou, not Lu Xiaofeng." Huamanlou said with a slight smile, "Swords have no eyes, please calm down, Taoist priest, if you offend me, please forgive me."

When Hua Manlou said this, he was really asking the other party to forgive him, but obviously the second-year middle school youth would not think so.