I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 250: How can you defeat the strong man in my junior high school with your strength in the fifth grade of elementary school?

Three hundred years passed by in a flash.

On Qingyun Mountain, an old monk picked up the road and came down.The old monk had wrinkles on his face, he was wearing a worn-out cassock, and his whole body was dirty.The only thing on his hand was a string of jade rosary beads, which were crystal clear and dazzling, completely contrary to the simplicity of Buddhism.

He walked through the winding mountain road, and his eyes suddenly opened up. He saw a simple small village rooted in it.

The village is not big, with only forty households, most of which are equipped with hatchets, axes and other items. It seems that the few acres of thin farmland are not enough to feed the villagers, and they need to cut firewood to supplement their livelihood.

At the east end of the village, there is a dilapidated grass temple.The old monk looked far into the distance and could vaguely see the dilapidated statue of the god enshrined inside, and he seemed to be vaguely able to discern the appearance of the third prince Binglinggong.

When the old monk came closer, he found two children sitting cross-legged behind the beams.Both of them are around ten years old. One seems to be older and is extremely delicate. It seems that when he grows up, he will look handsome and unrestrained, while the other looks simple and dull.

But this older, handsome child sat respectfully with the simple and dull child's drooped hands, restless all over, scratching his ears and cheeks.

After a while, he secretly opened one eyelid and peeked at the smaller child.

Seeing that the smaller child was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he felt bored and closed his eyes again.

This happened several times, and finally I couldn't help it and shouted: "Xiaofan, Xiaofan."

Seeing that the child ignored him, the handsome older child stretched out his hand to catch him, but suddenly he saw the child suddenly opened his eyes. A cold lightning seemed to flash in the ruined temple, and he grabbed him with lightning speed. With a gesture, he pushed the older child to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, Xiaofan, let go quickly, it's about to break!" the older child screamed in pain.

The kid named Xiao Fan was shocked and quickly let go of his hand, helped him up, shook his head and said, "Jingyu, I've told you several times, don't attack me suddenly when practicing, it's very dangerous."

"It shouldn't be." Jingyu rubbed his shoulder joints, circled Xiaofan twice, and asked suspiciously: "I have learned this technique from you, why can't I beat you?"

"Hey, Jingyu, let me ask you, what is Kung Fu?"

Xiaofan didn't wait for Jingyu to answer, and continued: "Uncle Taishi said that kung fu takes time to develop."

Xiaofan shouted softly, lunged and punched the beam.

"boom!"

The beams and columns seemed to have been cut diagonally by a sharp knife, forming a smooth slope that slowly slid down, causing the entire grass temple to tremble.

"Now, I've been practicing martial arts since I could walk. I've been practicing martial arts for ten years, can you stop this punch?"

Jingyu stuck out his tongue and said no more.

"What a handsome punch!"

With an old admiration, the old monk who came down from Qingyun Mountain stood at the door of the temple, looking at the two children in the temple with wonder in his eyes.

"Master praises."

Xiaofan stood up and saluted, "Boy Zhang Xiaofan, this is my good friend Lin Jingyu. I wonder where the master came from and what he did?"

"Old monk Puzhi, just came down from Qingyun Mountain." The old monk returned the salute with his hands clasped, and looked even more surprised at him, "You are young and have extraordinary bearing. I wonder if you are a disciple of Qingyun?"

"No." Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, "My family is from Cao Xie Village in the northwest. Later I went to Caomiao Village to join my relatives, so I can be considered a local."

"Master, I am a native of Caomiao Village." Lin Jingyu also bowed.

"Qingyun is indeed full of talented people. The Qingyun Sect is already like this, but I don't know what the legendary Wudang is like."

Pu Zhi was filled with admiration, "You two little friends, do you know the way to Wudang Mountain?"

"Wudang is eight hundred miles northeast, Master is going in the wrong direction!" Lin Jingyu said.

"Thank you." Pu Zhi chuckled and said, "It's a long journey, and the old monk is tired. I want to take a rest in this temple for a night. I'll set off for Wudang tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Master, you're welcome. This is not my temple. You can live here if you want." Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "Would you like some food and water? I have some at home."

"It's not necessary, the poor monk just had his fill on Qingyun Mountain." Puzhi smiled, found a corner and sat down with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged and meditating.

The two children found it boring and walked out.

In the distance, Lin Jingyu's voice can still be heard: "Tsk, let's eat on Qingyun Mountain. He is a monk, and Qingyun Sect will entertain him for dinner? I think he was kicked out."

"Not necessarily. I think he has advanced cultivation and Qingyun Sect will definitely treat him with courtesy." Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Let's not talk about him anymore, Xiaofan, can you teach me your Mianzhang again?"

"You haven't figured out the ten pieces of Changquan Jin, and you still want to learn Mianzhang?"

As the figures of the two children gradually moved away, their voices became smaller and smaller, becoming inaudible.

Puzhi breathed out a breath, condensed into a long white line, flew up about eight feet, and condensed into a ball of air in mid-air. There was a faint golden light shining around the body. From a distance, it looked like the Buddha was standing on the ground.

He is one of the four great contemporary divine monks of Tianyin Temple and the younger brother of Abbot Puhong.Puzhi is committed to the unity of Buddhism and Taoism in order to seek longevity. He has visited famous Taoist families several times. At this time, he just came down from the mountain after negotiating with Daoxuan, the head of Qingyun, to no avail.

"Master Daoxuan's cultivation is far better than mine, but in the end, he is just like my three senior brothers, unable to let go of family views and status. Alas!"

Puzhi sighed.With his level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to feel tired on a mere mountain road.

But on Qingyun Mountain, he saw the master Daoxuan, who was quoting from many sources and talking eloquently, making his refutations irrefutable, and even faintly wavered in what he had insisted on for many years.

This is a kind of spiritual exhaustion.

Therefore, he needed to rest for a day at the foot of Qingyun Mountain before trying his luck in the legendary Wudang.

Over the past 300 years, the vast land of China has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The first is the Demon Sect. After Qingyun Mountain was defeated 300 years ago, they each hid their bodies and did not dare to make any changes.The Qingyun Sect has changed into a new world. The head of the Qingyun Sect, Daoxuan Zhenren, has profound Taoism and has done several great things that are famous all over the world.

But the biggest change is undoubtedly the Wu-Tang Clan.

Since this sect came into being more than 300 years ago, it has always been accommodating both Taoism and Demons. The master of Qingyun, Daoxuan Zhenren, even wants to compete with the master of Wudang.

The strength of each of his disciples is unfathomable.Slaying demons, acting chivalrously, letting the chivalry bear the brunt, being carefree and elegant, all have their own characteristics.Everyone in all walks of life is in awe of Wudang.

Wudang is not only very powerful, but also eager for justice and willing to help others. Especially his explanation of "Tao" is extremely subtle. After listening to it, Wudang often becomes enlightened and his skills greatly improve.

Wudang's basic training materials are distributed for free without any reservation. Now they have spread all over the world, attracting various schools and sects to compete to learn.Even Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley in southern Xinjiang could not resist the overwhelming trend and devoted themselves to the Wudang standard.

Qiu Wangyu, the principal of the Wudang training class, and even Yun Yilan from Fenxiang Valley wanted to adjust a seat for his child, but had to rely on connections to see him, which is terrifying.

Although the big sect was forced to accept it, to the small sect and casual cultivators, Wudang was an unprecedented good man.People were grateful for Wudang's virtues and respected him as the leader of the righteous way. But because Wudang had always been in the same spirit with Qingyun, they reluctantly took Qingyun with him, and called the two factions the Taishan Beidou of the righteous way.

However, although the Wudang method has been spread all over the world, and Wudang training classes and study materials are opened all over China, and Wudang Mountain itself is a place, only a few people have gone there.

Even for practitioners, it is a supreme holy land for spiritual practice.

Therefore, Puzhi must calm down and adjust to the best condition before visiting Wudang Mountain.

As the night progressed, thunder could be heard faintly in the distance, and a black cloud rolled up from the sky, accompanied by strong winds and lightning, heading towards Caomiao Village.

"Amitabha, why do you need to hide your head and tail when you practice so well?"

Puzhi's voice sounded faintly, like Sanskrit Zen chanting, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be dispersed.

"Hey, hey, bald donkey, hand over the bloodthirsty beads and I will spare your life."

A figure shrouded in black mist appeared among the black clouds. The man's voice was hoarse and dry, which was very suitable for the identity of a villain.

"Yes, it's normal for a monster like you to seek to seize the bloodthirsty beads."

Pu Zhi smiled calmly and said, "Over the years, you are not the first person to try to seize the blood-thirsty beads. This old monk has learned his lesson."

After he finished speaking, he exhaled, and the white clouds above his head condensed into arrows, and he shot towards the black clouds emanating from the person opposite.

The black clouds suddenly surged like boiling water.

"Haha, old thief Bald, you have some tricks up your sleeve."

The villain seemed to be stunned by this move, and his voice was cold, "You can stay with your life!"

In the black air, a strange red light flashed, followed by a large flag fluttering in the wind, fanning the dark wind, and a pungent fishy smell rushed towards the face. Countless resentful spirits emerged from the large banner more than two feet high, and in an instant The surroundings were filled with the sound of ghosts crying.

"Poisonous blood banner!" An angry look appeared on the old monk's face, "Sinister, you dare to cultivate this kind of evil thing that has no conscience and harms the world. Today, you will never be spared."

"Hey, old thief Baldy, take care of yourself first!"

The man gave a low and sinister laugh, activated his magic power, and saw a ferocious face emerging from the bloody red flag.

This ghost face has four triangular eyes, sharp teeth and fangs. Where the bones make a chaotic noise, all four eyes on the ghost face suddenly open, and with a "roar", they turn into entities and turn from flags. It rushed out, carrying an extremely bloody aura, and struck Puzhi.

Puzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, formed the bright lion seal on his hand, and raised his hand to wave.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, a golden Buddha wheel appeared in front of Puzhi, resisting the oncoming ghost.

Feeling the shock coming from his hand, Puzhi couldn't help but smile, "I'm only in the third grade of junior high school, but I dare to show off. It's not too late to snatch the old monk's bloodthirsty beads after passing the high school entrance examination!"

The man in the black mist let out a strange roar, full of fear: "What a thief, this is not at the level of a middle school student!"

"Yes, the old monk has reached the third level of high school. He is preparing for the college entrance examination. It can be said that he has already stepped into the threshold of university with half a foot. I shouldn't argue with little devils like you, but you refined the poisonous blood flag and mutilated hundreds of people. Living things, the old monk must kill the demons today!"

This is the result after the standards set by Wudang are implemented.

In the past, there was no specific division of realms in the vast land of China. Each family had its own way of practice and each family had its own realm name. Unless they competed against each other to compare victory and defeat, most people judged their strength and could only vaguely benchmark against the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao.

Now 300 years have passed, and every practitioner in the vast land of China has learned the basic Wudang method. Most of them have attended extracurricular training classes opened by Qiu Wangyu, and they will subconsciously classify their strength levels according to the Wudang academic system.

This is exactly the kind of fun Yang Gui wants to see.

In the past 300 years, whenever he went down the mountain, he would hear people shouting before fighting:
"You're only a second grader, but you want to fight with me as a fourth grader?"

"Impossible! You don't have the strength of a third grader!"

"How can you, a fifth grader in elementary school, beat me, a strong guy from junior high school!"

"No, it's an old monster from high school!"

Throughout the world of Zhu Xian, the style of painting has become abstract.

Yang Gui could just take a walk down the mountain and laugh till his lungs out with joy, and he would sigh: "This is the original intention of Wudang School!"

Although the conversations between Puzhi and the people after the Black Mist are very abstract, they themselves do not feel that way. Instead, they feel that the application of the Wudang Sect's academic standards makes the level of cultivation appear to be much more formal and upscale.

There is a sense of accomplishment that comes from being freed from wild cultivation.

Puzhi jumped up, raised his hand and struck down with two big hand seals, causing the black clouds to billow, and the people behind the black clouds were beaten back again and again.

The Buddha's light was like a mountain falling down. In order to protect himself, the man behind the black cloud rolled twice in the air and had to abandon the poisonous blood flag to escape.

Puzhi's palm was shrouded in golden Buddha light, and he waved his hand towards the poisonous blood flag. There were ghosts crying and wailing, and the souls turned into blue smoke and were forced out of the flag, and disappeared into ashes.

While he was planning, he suddenly heard the bad wind behind him. Puzhi's eyes widened, he turned around to complete the Aquarius Seal, and turned around to block the opponent's black energy attack.The Buddha's light swelled up, and the man who was beaten spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Since you didn't run away and still dared to turn around, today the old monk will..."

Halfway through Pu Zhi's words, he suddenly felt a hard spot on the soft flag.At this time, all his strength was used to deal with sneak attacks from behind, and he could not help but relax his vigilance against the Poison Blood Banner, which had mostly surrendered.

He felt his wrist was bitten by a foreign object, and a numb and itchy feeling immediately spread throughout his body. His vision went dark, and the vase in front of him suddenly crumbled.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The person in front of him let out a sly laugh, and the black energy that had been completely suppressed by the downwind burst out, breaking through Puzhi's treasure bottle seal, and hit him on the chest.

But the ghosts floating on the poisonous blood flag behind him suddenly gathered together, the eyebrows opened, and the fishy wind rose.There was only a ghost howl, and bloody rays of light flashed, hitting Puzhi's back firmly.

When Puzhi's magic power was interrupted, he was attacked from the back and abdomen. He was knocked out and thrown to the ground, collapsing the entire grass temple while sliding.

"Seven-tailed centipede? Cough cough cough..."

Puzhi spat out a mouthful of blood with lung fragments, watched a colorful centipede crawl out of his sleeve, fluttered its wings and flew to the man behind the black cloud, caressed his chest and said with difficulty:

"You are not in the third grade of junior high school at all, you have already reached the level of the second grade of high school!"

In the mid-air, black clouds were forming.

　Cangsong's strength is far inferior to that of Puzhi. First, he was snatched back by Lin Jingyu with one move, and then he used a seven-tailed centipede to sneak attack in advance. Puzhi was seriously injured by Cangsong's Corpse King. When he was on the verge of death, he used Brahma Prajna to fight against God. The true art of sword control and thunder, and Cangsong was seriously injured and escaped. It is difficult to imagine how strong Pu Zhi is in his complete state. In my estimation, it should be no less than Tian Chengzi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)