Duan Nuxia who has the throne [Comprehensive martial arts]

"Are you Huamanlou?" The lonely young man blushed even more.

"Exactly." Hua Manlou realized that his sword would not come down again, and opened his fingers lightly.

The sword that could not be pulled out no matter what, was released at this moment, and can be easily inserted back into the scabbard.

But the young man completely forgot, he just raised his sword and stared at Hua Manlou, "You are blind."

"Yes." Hua Manlou replied gently

"But you caught my sword."

This time Hua Manlou didn't answer any more, he knew that if he continued, it would hurt the young man's self-esteem even more.

Duan Yu didn't say a word, she was thinking about it, she decided not to like this person, Hua Manlou is not easy not to like someone, she is very tolerant and gentle to everyone, not easy to get angry, but she is not.

The second disease is a disease, and it needs to be cured. Today, she just showed kindness and helped him cure it.

She lowered her eyes, opened the system space, and put her hands in her sleeves.

"Song Zhenren," Hua Manlou said, "I don't know how far it is from Zhang Wuxia's tomb?"

He was still very gentle, as if nothing had happened just now, he didn't mind others saying he was blind, and he didn't mind changing the subject at this time to avoid embarrassment for the young Taoist priest.

"It's not far," Song Yuanqiao said, turning around and leading them forward.

With a flick of his sleeve, Duan Yu flicked a light object on the hem of Ye Guhong's clothes.

That position is quite ingenious, of course others can see it, but Ye Guhong himself, unless he turns his head to the back or pulls the hem of his clothes to his chest, he can't see it.

[Simulated Poop] sr: Are you still worried about your friendship? The simulated poop can stick anywhere, has a realistic shape, and is made of edible cornstarch. It is safe and harmless. It looks stinky and delicious, you deserve it.

Those who have not broken up are true friends, so treat them well.

It seems that the size is only slightly bigger than the mud on the road, but the color is so different. It hangs on the edge of the clothes, but the shape will never be misunderstood. When you smell it carefully, it doesn't smell at all, but you can see it People will cover their noses subconsciously, because before they smell it, they already think it is something in their hearts.

Her movements were very light, only Hua Manlou noticed, but when Hua Manlou wanted to stop her, she was a beat slower, so he had to grab her troublesome hand.

His hands were clean, and there was no strange smell in the air. He really didn't know what she had thrown away just now.

Ye Guhong stood where he was, staring at their direction until the corner cut off his sight.

Hua Manlou heard that the other Taoist priests who passed by just now were behaving strangely. They seemed to hold their breath, and circled around each other in a large circle, as if they were afraid of getting something.

"Who is that?" Duan Yu scratched Hua Manlou's palm as if nothing had happened.

"The one just now should be the Daoist Ye Guhong of Wudang Little White Dragon, right?" Hua Manlou squeezed her troublesome hand tightly.

"Is there still Wudang Great White Dragon?" Duan Yu asked with a smile.

Although Song Yuanqiao was nearby, the object of her question was obviously not Wudang native Song Yuanqiao, but Huamanlou.

"Not really," Hua Manlou said with a smile.

"Are you a little curious?" Duan Yu asked him in a low voice.

As for what they were curious about, they naturally knew each other in their hearts.

Hua Manlou smiled lightly, nodded and admitted, "Indeed."

He believed that she was measured and would not cause any irreversible harm, but it was precisely because of this that made him even more curious.

Duan Yu gave a small laugh, leaned close to his ear, and whispered to him.

Hua Manlou smiled and sighed after listening.

"I didn't do too much." Duan Yu said convincingly, "If martial arts are not very good, if you want to walk in the rivers and lakes, you must have a thick skin. I am helping him."

"Yes." Hua Manlou sighed again.

Is it too much? It's really nothing compared to the actual damage, but it's... just what, Huamanlou can't seem to find the right words to describe it.

If he knew the special meaning of "damage", he would probably say that what Duan Yu did was too "damage".

With just a little time of contact, he can also realize that Ye Guhong is a good-looking young man, and it is really...

He wanted to ask her if she did this to vent her anger for him, because of Ye Guhong's attitude towards him, but he felt that he couldn't ask her.

So I had to sigh again.

Hua Manlou hoped that the other party would continue to maintain his aloof attitude and not go to crowded places to join in the fun, or at least he would find out later, after they went down the mountain.

"I'm making you laugh. Ye Guhong is a student of Taoist Master Mu, and he usually spends his days in Qingxiu on the back mountain." Song Yuanqiao tried his best not to look at the two people who behaved intimately.

Are today's young people so bold?

Back then, he was... ahem.

"The original surname is Ye," Duan Yu said, "I thought his surname was Ximen."

So the relationship with Song Yuanqiao and the others is very far away, no wonder the painting styles of the names are different.

"Just kidding, just kidding." Song Yuanqiao said repeatedly.

This nephew, he really has nothing to do.

"Song Zhenren doesn't have to be like this," Hua Manlou said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, please don't take it to heart."

Yes, I'm a little embarrassed, but please don't take it to heart.

"Well, that's right." Duan Yu also echoed.

The only fly in the ointment is that I can't see the effect with my own eyes, which is a little regrettable.

The tombs of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu stand on a beautiful cliff in Wudang Mountain, with a green pine tree next to it, surrounded by mountains behind, and white clouds wandering leisurely.

No matter how they were when they were alive, they are now a piece of loess, at least they stay together.

Duan Yu didn't know if Zhang Cuishan regretted returning to the Central Plains in the end.

If he hadn't come back, the family is still living happily and peacefully in Dali.

But time moves forward, never if.

When they were leaving, Song Yuanqiao took them to another road. There were many palaces and temples along the way, and old, middle-aged and young priests in Taoist robes walked back and forth with their wide sleeves fluttering.

The tall Sanqing Hall, the broad Taiji Square, and the front is the mountain gate.

It was only then that Duan Yu realized that they had walked through the back mountain, no wonder the road was very quiet and there was no one in sight.

In front of the square, there is a large group of Wudang disciples practicing martial arts. Looking around, they are at least handsome and upright, with a slender figure and no fat. In addition, Wudang's martial arts movements are stretched, like cranes, clean and tidy, really Very seductive.

Then, Duan Yu was attracted by the Eight Diagrams picture hanging in front of Sanqing Hall.

The Tai Chi Eight Diagrams are perfectly round, the inner force is two yin and yang fishes, and the outer is eight-faced hexagrams, this pattern is very spiritual.

It reminded her of a fruit with a very similar pattern on its skin.

She clapped her hands together, "I remember."

"What?" Hua Manlou turned to the side and asked.

Obviously, even a brain as smart as Hua Manlou couldn't figure out what was going on in Duan Yu's head.

"Watermelon, watermelon!" Duan Yu patted his head and said.

No wonder she found the name Zhang Sanfeng familiar.

——Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng.

Xianyu college students must take physical education classes, Tai Chi, which was invented by this big guy.

"Does your Wudang sect have a martial art called Taijiquan?" Duan Yu asked Song Yuanqiao excitedly, "Did Zhang Zhenren invent it?"

"Tai Chi?" Song Yuanqiao shook his head blankly, "Wudang doesn't have such martial arts."

"Maybe the name is not yet," Duan Yu understood very well.

Then she squatted down, recalling the pose compared to her memory, while making gestures and reciting words——

"A big watermelon—"

"A cut in half—"

"Half for you and half for him"

"Push it to you, you don't want it, and he doesn't want it if you push it to him-then no one will give it to you." Duan Yu closed his hands and looked at Song Yuanqiao with great interest, "Which Wudang kung fu is this? What is it called now? name?"

Don't think he didn't hear it just now, this is obviously the effort of cutting watermelon.

"No." Song Yuanqiao shook his head affirmatively.

"Really not?" Impossible.

Did she remember wrongly?

"Indeed." If it wasn't for the image, Song Yuanqiao wanted to yell at her, how could the Wudang Clan be able to cut watermelons like this?

"Maybe Zhang Zhenren hasn't invented it yet." Duan Yu has already remembered some details, "Does your master like to shoot water?"

It shouldn't be. When Zhang Sanfeng was young, didn't he fight against that big villain?

"Yu'er, let's go." Hua Manlou felt that Wudang Mountain was not a place to stay for a long time.

"Actually, Master Zhang can pat the water," Duan Yu suggested seriously. "The so-called goodness is like water, and the world is weakest and strongest. Isn't this a saying in the Tao Te Ching? Brake with stillness, overcome strength with softness, and defeat the strong with the weak , use force to exert force, and the force will be endless."

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback by what she said, isn't this girl talking nonsense?

"Really, it's really okay to play with water." Duan Yu repeated.

Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao wanted to slap the door on her face.

"Song Zhenren, we are leaving." Hua Manlou nodded politely with a smile, then pulled Duan Yu away with his hand.

His movements looked smooth and natural, not at all fast, but after a few breaths, Duan Yu was already taken away by him.

"Everything I say is true," why don't you believe it?

"I believe," Hua Manlou said with a smile.

He really believed that just based on what Duan Yu said, he could tell that this was a powerful skill.

"I also believe that you really want to help." Hua Manlou said, "However, I just heard that the young hero who looks like Ximen Chuuxue seems to be coming towards the door. In order to prevent you from seeing him angry again, We'd better not meet him."

"You're right." Although Hua Manlou said "likely", but with his hearing, it was inevitable.

Run away if you do something bad, and you can't get caught.

. . . .

"Braking with stillness, overcoming strength with softness, defeating strength with weakness, using strength to strike strength, the strength will be endless." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and praised, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Master, is it true what Miss Duan said?" Song Yuanqiao asked in surprise.

Does his master really have such a martial art?

"This boxing technique has not been completed yet," Zhang Sanfeng said, "But what Miss Duan said is the essence of boxing technique. I only thought that her internal strength is profound and extraordinary, but I never thought that she could learn from me at such a young age. You can see the essence of my martial arts between my actions and deeds, and it is truly terrifying for future generations."

"That little girl Duan is so powerful?" Mo Shenggu was surprised, but he didn't quite see it.

"Her internal strength has reached the point where it can be freely retracted, so you can't tell it normally." Zhang Sanfeng joked, "Since Miss Duan is talking about playing in the water, well, the weather is getting hotter, and it is indeed a good time for playing in the water. It seems that It’s okay not to play.”

. .

"Huh?" Duan Yu suddenly paused.

"What?" Hua Manlou asked.

"Well, it's nothing." The respected prestige of Wudang Mountain, that's it?