The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 41 Arhat
In every era, there is always a protagonist, and after the destruction of Xiangyang City, there is only one protagonist in the world.

Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, recognized as the number one in the world by Jianghu, has shocked the martial arts world for a hundred years!
Even though the girl in yellow has been living and growing up in the ancient tomb, she has heard the legendary deeds of the world's number one master from her elders.

However, it can be seen that this great master of martial arts is wearing a plain white Taoist robe, his face is pale, his beard and hair are white, his demeanor is dusty, he almost looks like he has ascended to a fairy.

He stood quietly on the top of the Zixiao Palace, between the bright moon and the white snow, as if he had merged with the heaven and the earth, or in other words, he was the heaven and the earth!

"Master!"

Song Yuanqiao frowned, not knowing why Zhang Sanfeng acted like this, everyone couldn't help but went towards the temple, and when they arrived at Zhenwu Square, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly moved!
His posture is very slow, like an old man with weak energy and blood, without the aura of a great martial arts master, his punches and kicks are like slow-motion replays, not to mention that all the current masters present are ordinary people who have never learned martial arts People can easily block this fist!

"It's like it's closed!"

"This is Shuangfeng Guaner!"

The Seven Heroes, Mo Li and others recognized some of Zhang Sanfeng's moves, all of which are world-renowned martial arts skills, but most of them are unfamiliar moves. Light and fluffy, without any power.

However, following Zhang Sanfeng's gradual demonstration, an inexplicable dao rhyme emanated from his body. In an instant, the air froze, and everyone felt as if they were in a quagmire, and their breathing was quite difficult.

"That is……"

Mo Li's pupils shrank, but he could see that the moonlight covering Zhang Sanfeng's body, which was one foot wide, gradually distorted and deformed as he swung his fists and feet, and the void seemed to be shaking!

The sound of wind and thunder emanated from Zhang Sanfeng's fists and feet. The definition of slow and fast has become a paradox in his hands. The fists and feet seem to be soft and slow, but the afterimage left by Zhang Sanfeng can be seen in the void, as if Time has changed in him!
With the passage of time when Zhang Sanfeng practiced martial arts, that inexplicable dao rhyme became stronger and stronger. At this moment, everyone seemed to have been enlightened, and their understanding of Wudang's various unique skills greatly increased, and the difficulties they encountered in the past practice road were easily solved. It was the woman in the yellow shirt who also had a different understanding of the kung fu of the Nine Yin Manual.

At this time, everyone understood that what Zhang Sanfeng performed was a set of supreme magic skills that combined the great achievements of Wudang's past knowledge, or it could be said that it was Zhang Sanfeng's own way!
Finally, this set of martial arts came to the end. After Zhang Sanfeng used the last move, a huge black and white Tai Chi loomed around his body, and the two yin and yang fish spun endlessly. , the yin-yang fish slowly disappeared, and the inexplicable dao rhyme also gradually faded away.

"Congratulations, master (ancestor), you have made great achievements!"

Seven Heroes, Mo Lian and many Wudang disciples who rushed to the scene all bowed and congratulated loudly, even the woman in yellow also bowed and congratulated.

Everyone can see that Zhang Sanfeng's set of martial arts is the result of his whole life's painstaking efforts. Although it is different from contemporary martial arts, it must be a supreme skill. You can see it in the scene just now!
Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, he raised his hand and said: "You don't need to be too polite, the old Taoist has retreated for decades to comprehend such a set of martial arts, and this life is not in vain."

There is joy in his expression, obviously very proud of this skill.

Song Yuanqiao immediately asked: "I don't know if the new set of martial arts created by the master has ever been named, but from my disciple's point of view, it is quite consistent with my Wudang's martial arts concept of stopping with silence and striking later."

"You do have eyesight!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This kind of martial art is called Taiji Gong, which is completely different from all the unique ideas spread in the world. With this kind of kung fu, it is enough to lay the foundation of my Wudang for thousands of years. It is not called Shaolin. The seventy-two special skills are more beautiful than before!"

What he said was extremely confident, as if the seventy-two unique skills honed by the people of Shaolin Temple over the past generations could not compare to his own kung fu.

However, none of the people present was unconvinced. Gein, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren, is not only a peerless grand master who has been famous for hundreds of years, but the boxing technique he just performed is indeed unpredictable!

Thinking of how even the Moonlight Void was distorted and deformed under his fist, everyone admired him immensely.

In the current world, there is probably only this person on Wudang Mountain who has this kind of martial arts attainments.

"Okay, the three generations of disciples are going to rest by themselves, the seven of you come with the old Taoist, the old Taoist...huh?"

When Zhang Sanfeng was speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Mo Li, Huang Shinu and others in the crowd, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and smiled, and said: "Li'er, how did you learn from your fifth uncle, not only went back to the mountain by himself, but also brought a few girls..."

The Seven Heroes looked at each other speechlessly, and Li Li also smiled wryly. They had followed Zhang Sanfeng for a long time, and they knew that this great master of martial arts who is respected like a god in the martial arts world is straightforward and approachable.

The pretty faces of the eight girls changed slightly, as if they were upset, but the girl in yellow shirt saluted gracefully and said: "Yang Qian'er, the descendant of the Condor Hero, pay my respects to Senior Zhang."

"The descendants of the Condor Hero..."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his brows, he couldn't help showing a look of nostalgia on his face, he was startled for a moment, as if he was lost in memory, and he said after a long while: "Since the time when Huashan left, I haven't seen Daxia Yang for a hundred years, I don't know What happened to him after that?"

The woman in the yellow shirt said respectfully: "Great-grandfather, an old man, heard the news that Xiangyang City was broken and Guo Daxia and his wife died, so he and his great-grandmother went to the enemy camp to assassinate high-ranking officials of the Yuan court, and then they were designed to fall into a trap. Exhausted and dead."

"So it is, so it is..."

Zhang Sanfeng muttered a few words, but couldn't help touching his arms, where there were two exquisitely crafted iron arhats.

Although what he touched was the iron arhat, what he was thinking of was the master of the iron arhat.

It was a bright and bright young girl, she was very chic in her words and smiles.

On that day, she also wore a light yellow palace dress, rode a donkey backwards, with a sword hanging from her waist, and arrived at the foot of Mount Shaoshi.

"I'm here to find someone. Even if I travel all over the world, I want to see him again!"

"Brother Zhang, this Arhat will be sent to you!"

"If you have nowhere to go, why not go to Xiangyang and find my parents?"

……

"He has been gone for so many years, I don't know if you saw him in the end?"

Zhang Sanfeng whispered to himself, all the disciples were at a loss, they didn't know who he was talking about.

Fortunately, after a hundred years of vicissitudes, Zhang Sanfeng was also used to seeing life and death, so he calmed down after a while.

He looked at the woman in yellow and said, "Young Yang is a descendant of a famous family. He is an honored guest that even my Wudang can't invite. Please come to Zixiao Palace to serve tea."

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(End of this chapter)