Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 95 Wudang Birthday Banquet ([-])
Zixiao Hall.

A familiar Daoist ran past beside him, Yang Guo stuck out his palm.

"Little Taoist priest, your name is Song Qingshu."

"Yes, you are?"

Too much time passed, and Song Qingshu couldn't recognize him for a while.

"I'm going to Yang Guo, I'm here to find Zhenren Zhang."

Song Qingshu showed a dazed look, but before he could reply, a Wudang Taoist priest walked by.

"Master Patriarch has already instructed, Yang Shaoxia, please follow Xiaodao."

Yang Guo nodded, turned around and said with a smile, "Girl, let's go."

The Taoist hesitated for a moment, "Yang Shaoxia... the master didn't say that he would meet other people... so..."

Xiao Longnu paused slightly, and said softly: "Then you go, I will wait for you in the gazebo over there."

Following the direction of Xiao Longnv's finger, Yang Guo nodded his head when he saw the meadow with many flowers on the side of Zixiao Hall.

"That's good... I'll come as soon as I go."

……

A Zen room.

"Little friend Yang, come in."

Yang Guo didn't hesitate, he pushed the door open and entered.

The meditation room is very clean and spotless, and the sunlight coming through the windows is as warm as spring.

Zhang Sanfeng was cross-legged on the futon, his old eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, as if he was meditating.

"Xiaoyou Yang's injury seems to have healed."

"This junior is lucky, use Gusu Murong's Shifting Star Shift to remove that energy."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard with a smile, and asked slowly: "Then why did Xiaoyou Yang come to look for the old Taoist this time?"

Yang Guo didn't have anything to hesitate, he just opened his mouth and said about the black jade continuation ointment.

"I met Zhang Zhenren twice a few days ago. This junior didn't think of it. I remembered it recently. Naturally, I want to say it."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and let out a long sigh.

Yang Guo's expression remained the same, he cupped his hands and said, "Let me go, junior."

"Yang Xiaoyou wait a minute."

Yang Guo stopped in his tracks, "What else does Master Zhang have to do?"

Zhang Sanfeng regained his composure, and asked slowly: "Little friend Yang, how about this boxing scripture?"

Yang Guo nodded, took it casually, looking at the brand new handwriting on it, he knew it was written recently.

"Is this written by Zhang Zhenren?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled without answering, and asked: "How does Yang Xiaoyou feel?"

Yang Guo didn't give an answer right away, but closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then began to practice Tai Chi, saying:

"Not talking about boxing techniques, but about boxing theory... Yin and Yang are the foundation, combining hardness and softness, avoiding the real and attacking the weak, and attacking the enemy later..."

Yang Guo didn't say the strength or weakness, but just mentioned the changes in it.

Looking at Yang Guo's arms' fast and slow fists, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his white beard, and couldn't help sighing: "Yang Xiaoyou is talented and intelligent."

"Don't dare."

Yang Guo opened his eyes and said slowly: "Master Zhang, but there are other matters, if not, this junior will leave."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and waved his hands.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"Junior retire."

Looking at Yang Guo's leaving back, Zhang Sanfeng gradually closed his eyes, closed his acupoints and apertures, cut off his breath, his whole body seemed to be turned into wood, motionless.

……

Walking out of the meditation room, Yang Guo ran all the way towards Xiao Longnu's position.

In the Zixiao Great Hall, seeing Yang Guo's turbulent appearance, many Jianghu people who came to celebrate the birthday showed surprise expressions.

"Which sect is this person from? Does anyone of you know?"

"I don't know, it should be a small sect."

……

Seeing that there were so many people in the hall, Yang Guo was a little surprised.

"Yang Shaoxia."

With a slightly surprised voice, Yang Guo paused and looked back.

"Brother Linghu?"

"It's right here." Walking quickly, Linghu Chong introduced to a pretty young girl in green clothes beside him:

"Junior Sister, this is the Yang Guo I told you about, Yang Shaoxia."

"My next Yue Lingshan is his junior sister."

After the generous introduction, Yue Lingshan blinked her big eyes and asked doubtfully:

"Yang Shaoxia, I heard from senior brother that your master and you are inseparable, why are you alone?"

Yang Guo looked calm, "My aunt is waiting for me, the two of you won't talk much."

The voice fell.

Yang Guo has left where he was.

Seeing Yang Guo's unrestrained lightness, Linghu Chong showed a bit of envy.

"Chonger, Linger, who were you talking to just now?"

Yue Lingshan looked back and smiled, hugged Ning Zhongze's arm, and said coquettishly: "Mother, it's Yang Guo that senior brother told us about. He looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his lightness kung fu is so good, better than... even better than daddy..."

Ning Zhong was slightly surprised, smiled and shook his head, not taking it seriously.

"Okay, sit down honestly and wait for Master Zhang to come out. Your father has ordered you not to make trouble."

Seeing this, Linghu Chong smiled wickedly.

Ning Zhong said helplessly, "And you...you are not allowed to drink at the birthday party."

Linghu Chong's smile froze on his face, and he shrank immediately.

Now it was Yue Lingshan's turn to laugh at Linghu Chong.

……

Seeing one more person in the gazebo, Yang Guo was a little puzzled and approached with a few steps.

"Hey hey, you haven't seen Little Dragon Girl, have you?
Tell you, I can not only juggle, but also use two sets of martial arts at the same time! "

Saying so, the old naughty boy punched Yang Guo who was coming over - straight to the point.

Seeing that he didn't use his internal force, Yang Guo didn't use it either.

In one move, Cao Ling cuts the nose, bends his arms and brushes his face to intercept, changes his moves with his right palm, and gently sweeps out his five fingers like playing a lute.

Zhou Botong grinned, and moved his palm towards Yang Guo's wrist, easily blocking it.

The palm pressed Yang Guo's arm, changing his moves, not giving him a chance to withdraw.

His right arm was attracted by the extremely soft palm, and he couldn't pull it out. Yang Guo was dissatisfied and remembered the Taijiquan he had just practiced.

I saw Yang Guo's legs spread apart quickly, assuming the posture of a wild horse with its mane split, and punched straight.

Zhou Botong was still laughing, and after retracting his arms, he cut Yang Guo's inner arm with his palm and pushed the punch away.

At the same time, an extremely masculine Big Demon Subduing Fist came from his right palm.

A bad wind hit his face, Yang Guo looked calm, imitating Zhou Botong's move just now, and pushed his fist away.

"The boy is not bad, he has two brushes."

Zhou Botong sighed, and when he was about to continue, he was stopped by Xiaolongnv.

"Zhou Botong, stop quickly."

"Little Dragon Girl, why do you want me to stop, not him?"

Goddess Xiaolong looked calm, and walked to Yang Guo's side, "He is Guo'er, but you are not Guo'er."

Zhou Botong was furious, stomped his feet and circled around Yang and Long.

"What's so good about Yang Guo? Can he have as much fun as my old urchin?"

Xiao Longnu smiled helplessly, "You are different from Guoer."

With a puzzled expression on his face, Zhou Botong asked angrily:

"What's the difference? He doesn't have more eyes or nose than me?"

Xiao Longnv looked sideways at Yang Guo's eyes, smiled, and when she was about to explain, Yang Guo spoke first.

"My aunt will be my wife, so you don't want to compare with me, old naughty boy."

Zhou Botong's expression paused, and he yelled that it's not fun, troublesome, etc., and swaggered towards the Wudang Clan's back mountain.

(End of this chapter)