Sword Qi of the heavens

Chapter 529 Going down the mountain?Absolutely impossible!
Zhang Sanfeng asked and Li Changlan answered.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu watched the two of them chatting fluently and reciting the Nine Yang Magic Art. They all became nervous for no reason.

Surprisingly.

after awhile.

Li Changlan stopped suddenly.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Li Changlan in confusion and asked, "Why don't you continue carrying it?"

Li Changlan blinked and said, "Oh, just remember these, I can't remember the rest clearly."

When Zhang Sanfeng learned that the hope that had just appeared had dissipated again, he had to smile bitterly and said in a deep voice: "In fact, it's all fate. I thought that Changlan's mastery of the Nine Yang Magic was Wuji's luck. Who knew that although the Nine Yang Magic he had mastered? He knows a little more than I know, but it’s still not complete.”

"The most I can do is to prolong Wuji's life for a few more years. It's still not possible to fully cure him."

Zhang Sanfeng did not ask Li Changlan how he knew about the Nine Yang Magic Art.

All these years.

He has been practicing with great concentration, and has long since ceased to be obsessed with martial arts. Instead, he has stepped into the practice of immortality. He is not far away from the legendary attainment of immortality.

Many things have been ignored for a long time, and they just let things take their own course without asking for the root cause.

but.

This time, Zhang Cuishan and his wife suffered a lot.

Yin Susu loved her son so much that she didn't care so much. She immediately wanted to ask Li Changlan where he got these Nine Sun Magic Skills, but Li Changlan glanced at Yin Susu, yawned, and walked out slowly.

"Master, I want to go down the mountain in a few days."

"Oh, what are you doing down the mountain?" Zhang Sanfeng knew that his young disciple had been staying on the mountain for many years and had no interest in the life below the mountain. He would never leave voluntarily for no reason.

Li Changlan rubbed his eyes with his hands and said: "Before, Nakong Wen, the old bald donkey, made it clear that he didn't take our Wudang seriously and put him back. He didn't know how to arrange our Wudang, and even more so because of this matter Hold a grudge against us.”

"He was injured, so he won't be able to walk too much."

"If I catch up faster, I may not be able to catch up with the Shaolin Temple monks halfway and kill them directly..."

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his fly whisk, raised one palm to stop him and said, "That's enough! Don't have such thoughts again!"

When he was young, he also came out of the martial arts world, and his compassion and compassion were all changes in his lifestyle that he only started to change as he grew older in order to cultivate his moral character.

Zhang Sanfeng, how could he not understand what Li Changlan was thinking?
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Li Changlan's casual look and looked directly at Song Yuanqiao beside him.

"Yuanqiao, you have been keeping an eye on Changlan for me recently. You must not let him leave your sight, let alone Wudang Mountain. Otherwise, I will punish you severely!"

"Yes, disciple has written it down."

Song Yuanqiao nodded solemnly, then walked out and followed Li Changlan, fearing that Li Changlan would intercept and kill the Shaolin host on the way.

As for.

Why not strictly monitor Li Changlan, but punish himself?

Song Yuanqiao, who was well aware of this, acted as if he didn't know anything and was not even prepared to ask.

Don't tell me what you are looking at.

It means that you are going to pass the position of master to your junior brother in the future, skipping him as the legitimate first disciple of the master.

What's his opinion?
Dare to have any opinion?
Zhang Sanfeng turned around and looked at Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

He sighed. After all, he still couldn't bear the death of his apprentice's beloved son.

"I originally wanted Changlan to go down the mountain and take Wuji to find that glimmer of hope."

"It's a pity that if he goes down the mountain, he will cause a huge disaster without any hesitation. You and your wife have just barely escaped from the storm. You must not show up casually again, lest the storm will happen again."

"It seems that I need to go down the mountain..."

Soon after.

Zhang Sanfeng personally took Zhang Wuji away from Wudang Mountain to seek the Nine Yang Magic.Li Changlan stood in front of the Zhenwu Hall holding his sword. He couldn't figure out what Song Yuanqiao was thinking about when he tried to stop him from going down the mountain.

"Brother, listen to me, we must find an opportunity to kill Kong Wen."

"Letting the tiger return to the mountain will cause trouble in the future. If we don't get rid of him now when he is seriously injured, this bald donkey will definitely splash dirty water on my Wudang Mountain afterwards."

Song Yuanqiao saw that Li Changlan had made up his mind to intercept and kill Monk Nakong Wen.

He looked serious and said loudly: "That's enough, junior brother!"

"Master left an order before going down the mountain. Let me take good care of you. No matter what you say, I will not let you go down the mountain."

"Although you don't have to abide by the mountain gate's precepts, you can still be considered a member of my Wudang."

"I think about fighting and killing all day long, and I don't even want to leave others with a chance of survival. Tell me, what is it like for you?"

Li Changlan ignored what Song Yuanqiao had been preaching to him these days.

He thought for a while and said, "Then, I'll go down the mountain and take a walk."

Song Yuanqiao also laughed angrily and said: "Junior brother, I don't know what your plan is? Let alone let you go down the mountain alone, even with me accompanying you, I am worried that you will run away halfway."

"Anyway, according to Master's orders, I will definitely keep an eye on you before he comes back."

Li Changlan took a few steps forward silently.

Song Yuanqiao stood directly in front of Li Changlan, blocking Li Changlan's retreat.

"You're such a boring person." Li Changlan rolled his eyes, knowing that Song Yuanqiao was too obsessed with his righteous identity and even seemed a bit too rigid.

What kind of good people are there in Shaolin Temple?

As a monk, he doesn't recite Buddha's name and meditate properly, but he thinks about participating in the world of fighting and killing all day long.

He went to attack Monk Kongwen, who would definitely target Wudang in the future, not only to eliminate harm for the people, but at least to eliminate heretics and restore Buddhism's purity. Why didn't any of them understand that they were doing a good thing?
Fortunately, his master Zhang Sanfeng was planning to go to Shaolin.

Isn’t that a waste of effort?

Li Changlan held the wooden sword in his hand boredly, jumped hard, went directly to the Wudang Zhenwu Hall, lay down on his side, and closed his eyes directly under the warm sunlight.

Song Yuanqiao calmly brought a chair from a distance and sat down directly.

"Junior brother, don't worry. As long as you don't go down the mountain, no matter what you do, your senior brother, I will always be with you."

……

a few months later.

Li Changlan still lay in the Zhenwu Hall and basked in the sun all day long.

Song Yuanqiao counted the time and estimated that Monk Kongwen had already returned to the Shaolin Temple, so he didn't care much about what Li Changlan did.

No matter how arrogant his little junior brother is, he still dares to sneak into Shaolin alone?

I don't know.

Under the current situation, Li Changlan no longer had this idea.

But try to get rid of the idea of ​​​​eliminating the monk Kongwen and replacing it with the monk named Yuanzhen. He does exist.

That man looked peaceful on the outside, but deep down he must be a sinister and cunning person.

If they can reach an agreement with themselves and cooperate internally and externally, it is not really impossible to control the Shaolin Temple.

"Monk Yuanzhen, this person is not trustworthy, but he is very aware of current affairs. He must be a very powerful person. As long as I can control him, maybe the Shaolin Temple will really become something in my hands..."

Before Li Changlan could decide when to go down the mountain.

An old man's voice sounded.

"Child, who are you and why do you dare to sleep soundly in Zhenwu Hall?"

(End of this chapter)