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

Chapter 32 It's time for Wudang Boiling Sheep to be replaced!
"Junior Sister Ji, are you...pregnant?"

Master Jingxuan has one head and two big ones.

If this is true, then they don't have to mess with Emei, it's a big scandal!

I couldn't help being grateful to Yang Gui in my heart, fortunately he didn't tell this matter in public like he did to Shaolin.

Of course Yang Gui would not intentionally set up the Emei sect, after all, it was also the sect founded by Guo Xiang.

But even so, the matter is not small.

Mrs. Jingxuan herself still has doubts, after all, Yang Gui looks crazy, he speaks nonsense, and there is nothing formal.

But seeing Ji Xiaofu's appearance, she knew it should be true.

"Junior Sister Ji, you...how do you...?"

At this moment, Yang Gui leaned on a cane and hugged his arms, happily watching the play.He strolled up to Yin Liting and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, Lao Liu, you said you, you, a Lao Liu, how could you let Lao Liu steal your house? Forget it, if you want to live a decent life, you have to be green..."

Yin Liting almost died.

He frantically rushed over, grabbed Ji Xiaofu's shoulder and shook: "Junior Sister Ji, you...you...you really..."

Ji Xiaofu bit her lower lip with her teeth, and then let it go. A row of deep tooth marks appeared on her lip, and blood almost came out from the bite. She said in a trembling voice, "Sixth brother, I...I really can't help you, you have to be more open about everything. I...I only have a picture of my next life."

"Yes... who is it, who is it?"

Yin Liting's lips trembled.

Ji Xiaofu bit her lip and did not speak.

"Oh!"

Yin Liting yelled and fell on his back.

"Yes," Yang Gui spread his hands and looked at Zhang Sanfeng: "It seems that you should give up the title of Wudang Boiled Yangyang. The blue comes from the blue!"

"Don't say a few words!" Zhang Sanfeng looked at his old friend full of headaches: "They are still children."

"I killed Kublai Khan when I was 20!"

"Alright, alright, you are amazing, move around, you see you messed up my centenary birthday banquet.

"I messed up, without me, your Wudang faction is finished today, don't you know..."

"Come here first, Wuji is dying soon."

Zhang Sanfeng managed to coax Yang Gui away.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others looked at Yang Gui's back with complicated emotions.

It stands to reason that Yang Gui first helped Zhang Cuishan settle the Longmen Escort, then turned away the spearhead of the Dragon Saber, and finally prevented Yin Liting from wearing a cuckold.

It is said that not only did they have no hatred, but even Yang Gui had great kindness to them and the Wudang faction.

But they couldn't like this crazy old man anyway.

But of course, it was obvious that Yang Gui didn't want to make Zhang Sanfeng's disciples and grandchildren like him.

Everyone in Emei couldn't ask any questions, so they hurried back to Mount Emei with Ji Xiaofu.

Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Gui forced the cold poison out of Zhang Wuji's body, finally there was no fear of sudden sudden death.

Then Zhang Sanfeng passed on Zhang Wuji's Wudang Jiuyang Kung Fu to temporarily suppress the cold poison.

Seeing that the lives of the two elderly men and their sons are safe, Zhang Cuishan finally let go of his breath.He hugged his son and said to Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, Daddy hopes that you will be a person who can distinguish right from wrong in the future, protect yourself and live a good life."

And Yin Susu told Zhang Wuji the classic "the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive people."

Yang Gui wanted to hit Xiaolongnv in the face many times, telling Zhang Wuji that your mother is farting, and that my mother is more than 180 times more beautiful than your mother, so she can't lie at all.But after all, I still didn't say it. Whether the juniors now know Guo Jing is a problem, let alone Xiaolongnv.

Zhang Cuishan and his wife committed suicide that night.

Mo Shenggu, who came to ask Zhang Cuishan for dinner the next day, found the suicide note next to their corpses. Zhang Cuishan bluntly said that he would not be able to get over Yu Daiyan, not to mention that there were more than [-] people in the Longmen Escort Bureau.

Yin Susu did not have such a high moral standard, but she really loved her husband, so she went with her.

The Six Heroes of Wudang wept bitterly, Yin Liting received two blows in one night, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and his internal strength retreated a lot.

Zhang Sanfeng is also in great grief, but the most important thing right now is to treat Zhang Wuji.

"Old Yang, it's all your fault. You said you were going to snatch Shaolin Temple's Jiuyang Kungfu that day, but how did you let them go?" Zhang Sanfeng was full of grief and anger, and urgently needed to beat someone up to vent his anger.

"Let's go, let's go today."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Wait a few more months, Wuji's cold poison is still not stable. Let's go, if the cold poison breaks out, my five disciples will not be able to keep him. In another year, we will go to Shaolin Temple."

In the original book, Zhang Sanfeng still had a lot of scruples, but now he has a close friend of his own generation, who is not afraid of anything, with the strength of the two of them now, going back to more than 60 years ago, Kublai Khan would also die, so why should he be scruples?
So Zhang Sanfeng looked at the Emei Jiuyang Kungfu written by Yang Gui, and compared it with the Nine Yang Kungfu he remembered, creating an enhanced version of the Nine Yang Kungfu, and passed it on to Zhang Wuji.

After Zhang Wuji practiced this enhanced version of Nine Yang Kungfu, he was able to save his life, but the cold poison had already invaded the viscera and could not be eradicated. All the internal strength he cultivated had to be used to fight against the continuous cold poison in the viscera.

That is to say, although Zhang Wuji has no worries about his life, he cannot practice martial arts and can only be an ordinary person.

But after all, it is much better than the original.

After Zhang Wuji finished running for a week, the greenness in his face had already receded.I feel warm all over my body, and my limbs have never been as strong as they are now.

He came over, knelt down in front of Yang Gui, and kowtowed three times to Yang Gui.

Yang Gui smiled and didn't help him, just said: "Zhang Wuji, your parents were forced to death by me, instead of avenging me, you kowtow to me, aren't you afraid that your parents will call you unfilial?"

Zhang Wuji raised his head and said seriously: "My father and mother died because they felt that they were ashamed of the Third Master, and of the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau. They had nothing to do with Grandpa Yang. As a son, I dare not judge what my parents think. But Grandpa Yang saved my life by saving my life. But if Grandpa Yang didn't thank me for saving my life, my parents would scold me."

Yang Gui laughed loudly, "Old Zhang, your disciple and grandson are more sober than many adults, and you are a good boy."

Although Zhang Wuji appears to be sticky and sissy, this is exactly the expression of his kindness and kindness. In the whole work, there is no life in his hands, which is the only one among the fourteen male protagonists.

What's more, although this child has a soft temper, his bones are very hard.The ten-year-old was attacked and tortured by the cold poison for days, but he insisted on not uttering a word, which is really admirable.

Thinking of this, Yang Gui nodded and said to him: "Get up, I have to snatch Shaolin's Jiuyang Kung for you."

Zhang Wuji said: "Since they belong to Shaolin Temple, it is not good to rob them by force. Wuji has no fear of his life, so there is no need to rob them."

Zhang Sanfeng felt very relieved when he heard this, he patted Zhang Wuji's head and said, "Wuji, go ahead and play, you don't need to think so much about adults' affairs."

"Yes, Grand Master." Zhang Wuji bowed to the two of them, and ran out to play.

"Old Zhang, I want to raise this child to be a first-class person." Yang Gui said looking at Zhang Wuji's back.

"What do you want?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui vigilantly, "This is the only bone and blood left by my apprentice."

"Look at you, don't you know who I am? Don't worry."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui with contempt, "It's because I know your humanity that I'm worried."

Yang Gui just stayed in Wudang Mountain.

The effect of the New Nine Yang Kung Fu is very good.The three sects of nine yang skills that were divided back then were not divided into three, and each of the three recorded one-third.Instead, the three people at that time, according to their own martial arts styles, each wrote down a part that they could understand, and later added their own understanding to improve it.

The Jiuyang Gong of Wudang and Emei together cover [-]% to [-]% of the original text of the Jiuyang Scripture, and based on Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Gui's current insights and improvements, the overall effect has reached more than [-]% and is close to [-]% of the level of Jiuyang Shengong.

So Zhang Wuji recovered quickly.In the beginning, Zhang Sanfeng was needed to help him suppress the cold poison. After a few months, he will soon be able to fight the cold poison independently.After a year passed, Zhang Wuji was no different from ordinary people except that he had no internal energy.

But he didn't know that he practiced his inner strength for many years, and although the inner strength he trained had been wiped away by the cold poison, his body and viscera had also become extremely strong through the years of confrontation.And with the foundation of practicing Jiuyang Kungfu all year round, one day the cold poison will be completely eliminated, and his internal strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

On the square in front of Zixiao Palace, Zhang Wuji was competing with Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu.

"Brother Zhang, be careful!"

Song Qingshu gave a soft drink, and the palace progressed, and the smooth flowing water with a set of cotton palms was really beautiful.

All three and four generations of disciples applauded below, and Song Qingshu was also full of air.

Song Yuanqiao covered his face in pain while watching from above.

Yu Lianzhou comforted: "Brother, don't be so depressed. Qingshu is still young, and some martial arts principles, not to mention him, even we haven't comprehended them thoroughly. At least... at least his boxing is still very good-looking!"

Song Yuanqiao sighed: "Second brother, you don't have to make amends for this bastard. I can't understand other esoteric martial arts principles. Doesn't he know what we must learn when we start Wudang Kung Fu? It's fine if he uses other martial arts. How can this cotton palm take the initiative?"

Sure enough, Zhang Wuji unfolded a set of "Wudang Changquan", waiting for Song Qingshu to attack.

Mianzhang pays attention to the stretching and stretching of the palm, and the movement of the palm to form a circle. If it is a defensive counterattack, it is a first-class palm technique, but if you want to take the initiative to raise the palm to strike, the circle will be broken, and the essence of running like a cotton, if there is nothing, is even more impossible to talk about.

Although Zhang Wuji has no internal strength, but his body is strong, his cotton palm is light when he doesn't use his opponent's strength, so he actually supported Song Qingshu's palm like this, every time Song Qingshu made a palm, Zhang Wuji punched him, and he turned into a simple long fist and a powerful fist.

Of course, Song Qingshu's realm did not reach the point where he broke through the original essence of martial arts. The soft palm was completely useless against him like this. Zhang Wuji used the Wudang long fist to defend and counterattack step by step, and gradually gained the upper hand.

"Senior Brother Song, let me give in!"

(End of this chapter)