Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Before leaving, Jiang Xiaoyu took Lu Chen with him in private, avoiding everyone, and had such a conversation.

Jiang Xiaoyu said, "Brother Lu Dao, Senior Brother Zhang is right. He has never dreamed of sitting in my position, so he should sit in my position. In terms of identity, he is Zhang Cuishan's only son. In terms of his past, he is also indebted to Wudang." Maybe I took away something that belonged to him.”

To be honest, Lu Chen wanted to refute these words, but he didn't think who occupied whose position. But looking at Jiang Xiaoyu's serious and stubborn eyes, he really couldn't say anything.

Lu Chen could only say, "So, what do you want to do? It's just to welcome Zhang Wuji back to Wudang Mountain. I'll help you..."

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly said, "It's best for him not to return to Wudang Mountain...but there are some things that I want to pass on to him."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Chen. A very sharp light shone in his eyes, as if his pupils had exploded, with millions of suns blending and spreading in them.

Lu Chen only felt pain in his eyes, like two hot steel needles piercing into his brain, like two knives!

Jiang Xiaoyu also shook his head.

Lu Chen closed his eyes suddenly, feeling a bit sour and astringent, but he didn't take it seriously and praised lightly, "Good eyesight."

This is eye skill and witnessing. When a person enters the gate of Xiantian God Refining, a thought is the means of attack, and a glance can kill people invisible. However, Jiang Xiaoyu's current intention was not to attack Lu Chen, but to use this method to transmit information.

Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes shed two lines of clear tears. He rubbed his eyes with his wrist. After a while, he looked back and said, "Brother Lu Dao's eyesight is not bad either."

Regarding this, he was able to realize this only after he had practiced so far and achieved this level of success. The Nine Boundless Space is the source and end of martial arts. It illuminates the past and future, and encompasses all things. The greatest purpose of practice is to break away from the control of the Nine Emptiness and Unbounded Realm and become clean.

The reason why Wang Chongyang created the Five Ultimate Chicken Eating Contest or found Zhang Sanfeng was because of this. He wanted to make the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Divine Art have nothing to do with him, so that he could take an extremely extraordinary step.

Lu Chen knew that he was reminding himself, and smiled, "This naturally has its disadvantages, but it is also an opportunity. All in all, it is a test. You will be faster than others at the beginning, but you will naturally have to slow down later. You have to worry about the gains and losses. . However, Zhang Sloppy didn’t seem to accept this good thing?”

The origin of Jiuyin Zhenjing is his avatar "Huang Shang", which represents Confucianism and Taoism.

As for the innate power, its origin is from his own "Wang Chongyang", and he must have entered Confucianism from Buddhism.

So far, Lu Chen has not really touched the Xiantian Kung Fu, but he started from the basic martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, studied all the opinions, and learned from every detail. He may know his ancestor better than the Seven Quanzhen disciples.

Jiang Xiaoyu said, "Yes, the Chongyang Patriarch had an encounter with the Sanfeng Patriarch. At that time, the Chongyang Patriarch took the first step, and the Sanfeng Patriarch had not yet succeeded. He wanted to pass on his 'good fortune' to the Sanfeng Patriarch. , that is, the "Nine Yang Divine Art". In fact, this is a crucial part of his practice. "

The origin of Jiuyang Magic is his avatar "Drunken Monk", which represents the transformation of Taoism into Buddhism.

The combination of these three skills in his body makes Wang Chongyang's practice cycle all the time. He is a combination of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. He has thousands of incarnations and is elusive. In the end, he will understand life and death, so that he becomes a living dead, and becomes infected with Lin Chaoying, a crazy woman. This is a story later.

Jiang Xiaoyu said, "Grandmaster Sanfeng is arrogant and arrogant, and he is not willing to inherit the mantle and become the successor of Patriarch Chongyang. Therefore, he only read the Nine Yang Magic Techniques and insisted on passing on the Tai Chi Mental Technique to Patriarch Chongyang. Later, he also Create Wudang Nine Yang Gong."

Lu Chen silently pondered every word in his mind, "Wudang Nine-Yang Kung Fu... This martial art is naturally related to the Nine-Yang Magic Kung Fu created and performed by my ancestor."

Having said this, he looked at Lu Chen again, "The same is true for the Nine Yin Scriptures that Brother Lu Dao learned."

Lu Chen said, "Yes, I am now gradually realizing that the creation won by the land gods is both an achievement and a burden. It is as if it is a debt to the sky and tainted with cause and effect. The Chongyang Patriarch tried his best to not only attract the Five Ultimates, but also to find the Three Feng , aiming to convey the magical power so that one can be free from worries and liberated.”

Jiang Xiaoyu said, "Yes, many predecessors, Da La, all acted in this way and truly became immortals and Buddhas. However, in this way, those who receive the teaching will naturally be burdened with corresponding obstacles. Although they can fly across the sea at first, But in the end, it’s hard to take off the traces.”

If he acted in front of outsiders, Lu Chen would be merciless and sarcastic. However, when they communicated privately, they didn't have to be so tough. He said nonchalantly, "So, is it for Zhang Wuji that you are teaching me this martial arts now?"

He emphasized, "So, this became a martial arts exchange. Although there were differences in martial arts, there was no distinction between superior and inferior. After many years, he indeed became a land god, able to be on equal terms with the Chongyang Patriarch. This past has become a good story.”

Lu Chen naturally heard the implication of Jiang Xiaoyu's words. This boy was a friend and kept a clear distinction between public and private affairs. He insisted on maintaining the dignity of the Wudang Sect and at least could not let Zhang Sanfeng be inferior to Wang Chongyang.

In just an instant, he used his eyesight to transmit the magic in the air, causing Lu Chen's mind to reflect a magical skill, which could be said in thousands of words, it was the "Wudang Nine Yang Kung".

Judging from the traces of his practice, he may have chosen three successors. He is the winner of the Five Ultimate Skills, inheriting the Nine Yin Manual, Zhang Sanfeng, inheriting the Nine Yang Divine Skills, in addition to his own innate skills, I don’t know who inherited them.

Wang Chongyang's philosophy of spiritual practice is that of three religions, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. But his three martial arts are not such a simple structure, but more complicated. The three separate schools cannot be regarded as integrated, but each martial arts represents the process of transformation of one school's teachings into another's teachings.

Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "Back then, his father, Zhang Cuishan, and Zhang Wuxia, practiced this magical skill. The Seven Wudang Heroes each inherited a magical skill from Patriarch Sanfeng. It was Patriarch Sanfeng who expected them to flourish. . It’s a pity that Zhang Wuxia suffered like this, and Senior Brother Zhang is also homeless..."

Lu Chen said, "Ha, but he is now an atom of the Sun Moon God Sect. If you teach him this martial art privately, aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly seemed to have a smile in his eyes, "Who said that I passed on Wudang Nine Yang Kung to Zhang Wuji? Even Pindao himself didn't know this, so how could it be Pindao's doing?"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, "Okay, you kid!"

By this time, he could finally be sure that Jiang Xiaoyu was Jiang Xiaoyu. This guy just grew up on Wudang Mountain, but many things in his bones have not changed!

Jiang Xiaoyu said to himself again, "The Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu was passed down from the hands of Patriarch Sanfeng by Patriarch Wang Chongyang, and passed on to Brother Lu through the hands of Ping Dao. This is our Quanzhen Wudang, the ancestor of Taoism. Let’s communicate with each other. As for Zhang Wuji, I don’t know him, I really don’t.”

Lu Chen really didn't know how to express his expression, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, I understand, this matter must have nothing to do with you, I gave it to Zhang Wuji privately. Just feel at ease and take Ren Yingying back to the mountain Go up."

With a grateful face, Jiang Xiaoyu bowed his head, nodded, and then left with everyone.

Lu Chen looked at their backs and felt a little emotional for a moment. I don’t know if this is fate or luck. Perhaps Zhang Wuji's destiny, whether he went from Wudang to the Demon Cult or from the Demon Cult to Wudang, would always have something to do with the Nine Yang Divine Art.

By an unexpected combination of circumstances, Lu Chencheng became an in-between courier, giving Zhang Wuji the fate he deserved. In short, this matter has an outcome. Lu Chen also sent people to fly to Gu Chang to inform the Huashan Sect that they had understood it. He must be extremely grateful to Ren Woxing for making both Zhang Wuji and Jiang Xiaoyu convinced of him without saying a word.

On the other hand, he followed the traces all the way to find Zhang Wuji and passed down the Wudang Nine Yang Kung.

He had a hunch that maybe Jiang Xiaoyu and Zhang Wuji were both disabled. They may owe something to the two names they know. For Zhang Wuji, these things may be the "Wudang Nine Yang Kung".

……

At night, the moon is high.

Deep in the mountains, Zhang Wuji was meditating.

The place where he meditated was a waterfall. This waterfall is strange and beautiful, with thousands of gullies surging and majestic momentum. It plummets down a hundred feet.

Where the waterfall hangs down, it is like a bead curtain, turning into hundreds of billions of water lines, cascading down with great force. When people come here, the mountains are high and the moon is close. Amidst thousands of horses galloping and thousands of voices roaring in unison, there is a sense of wonder. The stillness of dust.

Zhang Wuji sat cross-legged at the end of the waterfall, with a powerful force above his head, splashing out. His clothes were all wet and his face was covered with water stains, as if he were taking a bath. But it is much more refreshing than taking a bath, as if the whole body is stained with the fairy spirit of the moonlight. The feeling of freshness, coolness, refreshing, and awakening goes straight into the heart.

But his complexion was green and purple, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and his facial features were distorted, and he gritted his teeth as if in great pain. It seemed that there was some kind of power in his body that was eager to break out, but was forcibly suppressed by himself.

And the coolness of this waterfall actually helped him suppress that force.

He is practicing.

The purpose of practice is to suppress a voice in my heart, which is so charming and charming. Zheng turns into thousands of words and all kinds of heresies, sometimes condemning him, threatening him, sometimes cursing him, insulting him, and sometimes tempting him and begging him.

It was a woman's voice.

The owner of this voice came from thousands of miles away and was named Wu Zhao. She was particularly dissatisfied with Zhang Wuji's behavior in befriending Lu Chen and Jiang Xiaoyu. He was even more furious that Ren Yingying made the inside story of the Good Mother and Saint Aunt public. This is tantamount to severing her practice.

And all the anger was finally poured out on Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji had just left the two of them and within five miles, he felt a burning anxiety in his body, like a fire, and he couldn't help but be shocked. This feeling was no stranger to Zhang Wuji. He spent a nightmare period in this kind of pain.

Only people in the world who have experienced this kind of pain can know that the colder, poisonous, ruthless, and gentle the palm force is on people, the more hot, depressed, and depressed they will be. In other words, this is the influence of the "toxic power of Xuanming Divine Palm"!

Zhang Wuji could understand the principle from his medical skills, because the poison in his palm triggered the heat in the body. People feel hot, but their bodies feel cold. He had been thinking about this poisonous power for many years, and he immediately thought of how to restrain this cold poison, which was to find this waterfall and sit cross-legged here.

The mountains and rivers are cool, and he carries the wisdom sutra that governs the root of all dharmas. This martial art can extract the essence of all things and distinguish them with wisdom. In a sense, it is very similar to the Nine Yin Manual, but it is the lowest level of cognition, not metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Now, Zhang Wuji must use its clear meaning to get rid of the sinister power.

But he still didn't understand why the Xuan Ming Palm Power, which had long been returned to him, was suddenly triggered. What was triggered was not only various signs in the body, but also the fear that he had been tortured in all kinds of ways during his childhood. The psychological symptoms may be more disturbing than the physical pain.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the hostility Zhang Wuji faced did not need to be concealed. A voice came into his heart, telling the truth directly.

He immediately recognized that this was his nominal colleague and de facto boss. She is a noble, ambitious empress who can cover the sky with one hand, and she is also the good mother of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

This cold poison was caused by her, and her intention was to "raise some points" for Zhang Wuji.

"The wisdom sutra about the root of all dharmas that I passed on to you that day is already within my control. You have been flying high in the sky these past few years and are arrogant, but do you still remember that pitiful little devil? This time is just a reminder. Reminder, if you still make your own decisions, don’t blame me for being ruthless and making your life worse than death.”

"Have you ever heard of the 'Taoist Heart Demon Technique'? You are my Taoist fetus. I have helped you practice magical skills. If I want you to live, you must live. If I want you to die, you must die. This time I Blocking your wisdom sutra on the root of all dharmas is only temporary, allowing you to re-experience the pain of that day."

"Don't forget, without my advice, you would have died on the Blackwood Cliff a long time ago, and almost no one will know about it. Not to mention, you are actually an incompetent person, and the martial arts you have practiced are basically gifts from me. It’s yours. I can take it away the way I want to give it to you!”

"Be smart and plan in advance how to kill Ren Yingying again. Do you understand?"

In Zhang Wuji's heart, all kinds of sounds from Wu Zhao were echoing like thunder bombing and wind and rain howling. In an instant, the infinite power from heaven and earth was beating him and smashing him.

In Wu Zhao's heart, he was just an incompetent kid. Because of his special status and abnormality, he could lead everything to Wudang Mountain, so Dongfang Bubai was not suitable to interfere. This is a convenient place for him, and it is also the reason why Wu Zhao spent a lot of time to train him.

The flaw is that Zhang Wuji grew up in Heimuya. He practiced Wu Zhao's martial arts, accepted Wu Zhao's canonization, and received Wu Zhao's kindness, but he never met Wu Zhao himself. In the same way, in Wu Zhao's heart, he only gave, but did not respect.

Therefore, Wu Zhao in Zhang Wuji's heart is naturally different from the real person. Zhang Wuji's image in Wu Zhao's heart was also somewhat biased. At least, she thought Zhang Wuji was too soft, thinking that force would work, but she used the wrong method.

For countless years, Zhang Wuji regarded Wu Zhao as a benefactor and a great person. Until this moment, he found her hysterical and unreasonable. Suddenly, he remembered his mother's words, don't trust women, especially beautiful women.

Ha, Wu Zhao is naturally a well-known beauty in the world... Although I have never met her...

Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly at himself, took a deep breath and said, "Has the saint forgotten how Wuji's parents died? So that the saint can know that Zhang Wuji is not an incompetent weakling. There are some things that he would rather die than do! There are some things , I am willing to do it, not anyone forcing me.”

"No one can force me to do something I don't want to do. A devil with a Taoist heart, haha, a devil with a Taoist heart? Zhang Wuji does have a Taoist heart. It turns out that Wu Zetian is just a devil!"

He suddenly exerted his strength, destroyed his Tao embryo, and destroyed all his skills. As a result, contact with Wu Zhao was naturally severed.

Then, after years of suppression, the power of Xuanming Divine Palm suddenly burst out and engulfed him. (End of chapter)