I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 27 You have to throw away when comparing goods

The mountain behind Tianzhu Peak.

Gu Changfeng was stepping on a huge green sword and a breeze was surrounding him.

The whole person rushed towards the depths of the dense forest like a meteor dragging a green tail.

boom! boom! boom!
All the big trees he encountered wherever he passed were cut down by the huge sword under Gu Changfeng's feet, wood chips flew everywhere, and countless birds and beasts were startled.

boom!
There was a loud noise.

Gu Changfeng's body crashed into the ground like a cannonball.

The invisible shock wave spread out in all directions with Gu Changfeng's landing point as the center, creating a wave of mud.

A green light flickered, and as the breeze blew past, it dispersed the smoke and dust in the sky, revealing the scene inside.

A large pit with a diameter of several feet and a depth of three feet was created on the ground, and Gu Changfeng stood in the middle of the pit.

At this moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect that combining Yimu Qinglong sword energy with the power of wind would be so fast!"

"This place is at least a hundred feet away from the library, but it only took a few breaths."

"In terms of speed alone, it is more than one level faster than the Tiyunzong!"

"Not only that, the sword energy under my feet can even be used as a means of attack to hit the enemy, and its power is about the sum of a hundred ordinary sword energies!"

After feeling the consumption of spiritual energy in his body, Gu Changfeng couldn't help but smack his lips.

With just one move, one third of the spiritual energy in his body has been consumed!

If he performs it three times in a row, his spiritual energy will be exhausted.

Gu Changfeng was not dissatisfied with this. The art of flying with a sword while riding the wind was, in a sense, a form of flying with a sword.

Being able to do this during the Qi training stage is extremely rare in the world of immortal cultivation.

"Although the Wind Riding Sword Technique consumes a lot of energy, the effect is very good. It can be used as a means of saving lives."

"After I build my foundation, the spiritual energy in my body will turn into liquid mana, and I can use it as an ordinary means."

Gu Changfeng moved and jumped out of the pit. He did not use the wind-riding sword technique, but instead used the Tiyun Leap technique to float towards the tree house like a leaf.

After spending several times more time, I finally arrived at the bookstore.

Gu Changfeng looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that it was already late at night.

With a thought, the thick branches stretched out, lifted Gu Changfeng's body and carried him into the wooden house.

Lying on the wooden bed with just the right softness and hardness, Gu Changfeng felt very comfortable.

"My life nowadays is really very comfortable. I just need to cultivate myself every day."

"If I could continue like this, I would be free and easy."

"It's a pity that we live in a chaotic world and many things cannot be done as we wish. In the final analysis, it's because I'm not strong enough!"

Think of this.

Gu Changfeng, who was originally planning to have a good sleep, now all his tiredness disappeared and he fell into deep thought.

"Including the Wind Riding Sword Technique, I currently only have three methods, which is still far from enough."

'At least we have to prepare something more powerful that can be used as a trump card, maybe we can turn defeat into victory in times of crisis!'

"Speaking of which, I have read all the Wudang classics in the Sutra Library, but the most profound one is still the Tai Chi of Master Zhang Sanfeng."

'It's really amazing that he can even face the powerful heavenly tribulation head-on. We can start from this.'

Close your eyes and let your consciousness sink into the spiritual space.

The scenes of Master Zhang Sanfeng overcoming tribulations and breaking through began to emerge like movie scenes.

Gu Changfeng did not miss any details, and sometimes even paused the screen on his own initiative to "watch it frame by frame."

Two hours later.

Gu Changfeng opened his eyes, rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and sighed.

"Even though I have memories of two lifetimes, I have read a lot about the way of Tai Chi, and I have also witnessed my master practicing it with my own eyes."

"But the way of Tai Chi is really profound. Even with the blessing of extraordinary enlightenment, it is still difficult to get started."

Gu Changfeng is not the type of person who shrinks back when faced with difficulties. Instead, it actually stimulates his fighting spirit.

After a slight adjustment, he continued to dive into it.

He knew it in his heart.

The more difficult and profound the Tai Chi is, the stronger it is!

Even if he only comprehended 20% or 30%, the improvement in his current strength would definitely be considerable.

at the same time.

Behind the Zhenwu Hall, there is a huge courtyard.

Even though it was dark.

Song Yuanqiao was still sitting in the courtyard, holding a handwritten manuscript in his hand, reading it intently. He would stop and close his eyes to think, and then stretch out his hand to gesture.

Through the dim light of the oil lamp, you can see a few large characters above the manuscript: Great Sun Nine Yang Gong.

With a creak, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open.

A handsome young man in Taoist robes in his early twenties tiptoed in, looking left and right with a sneaky look.

"Qingshu, you came back so late, what were you doing?"

"Are you going to play chicken and dog fighting with your fellow disciples again, or are you trying to steal birds from trees?"

Song Yuanqiao's majestic voice came, frightening the young man in Taoist robes.

This person is Song Yuanqiao’s only son, Song Qingshu.

When Song Qingshu heard his father's voice, he walked up to Song Yuanqiao with a dejected look and spoke softly.

"Dad, I just had a small gathering with a few fellow apprentices today. I didn't go to steal anything."

But he was secretly complaining in his heart.

'Oops, mistake!'

"I didn't expect that Dad was still awake and reading at night."

"If I had known I wouldn't have gone with them to watch that damn widow take a bath. There was nothing to see."

Song Yuanqiao looked up at Song Qingshu, a look of disappointment in his eyes.

How could he not know his own son's character?

As a third-generation disciple of Wudang, the contemporary leader of Wudang is his biological father, and the founder of Wudang is his master's grandfather.

Also, due to the busy sect affairs and lack of discipline, he developed his current lazy character.

If it were in the past, Song Yuanqiao would not have bothered to care about him.

As long as he doesn't make any big mistakes, let him do what he wants.

But as the saying goes, everything is afraid of comparison.

Junior brother Gu Changfeng is even two years younger than Song Qingshu, and he was born with stone veins.

But he managed to resolve the natural stone veins that even Zhang Sanfeng could not solve by relying on his extraordinary understanding.

He even created the legendary method of cultivating immortals.

Even the Great Sun Nine Yang Technique in his hand was created by Gu Changfeng!
During this period, Song Yuanqiao studied every day, gradually changing his skills, and his strength increased by as much as 20%!

Gu Changfeng, however, was not proud. He stayed in the back mountain of Tianzhu Peak every day to practice hard and never played.

With such a beautiful jade as his support, Song Qingshu was like a stone in the toilet, extremely unbearable.

"You kid, you should also spend more time on martial arts and learn from your junior uncle!"

Song Yuanqiao said earnestly.

After hearing this, Song Qingshu had question marks in his head and said stupidly.

"Young Master? Isn't he born with stone veins, so he can't practice martial arts?"

"What do you want me to learn from him? Learn how to raise chickens and tease dogs?"

Gu Changfeng lives a secluded life and rarely goes out, which makes Song Qingshu's impression of him remain in the past.

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly.

"Your junior master's natural stone veins have been unlocked, and now his strength is comparable to that of a master!"

"Do you think that they only know how to eat, drink and have fun like you? Even in the past, they must have been thinking every day. This is called accumulation of knowledge for a sudden burst of energy!"

Song Qingshu stood there with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He could dissolve his natural stone veins by himself at the age of eighteen, comparable to a master?
This sounds like a divine book!
Seeing him like this, Song Yuanqiao became even more furious and was too lazy to explain more.

"I'm telling you, tomorrow I and several of your uncles will go down the mountain to Shaolin."

"If there is anything you can't solve, remember to go to the tree house in the back mountain to find your junior uncle!"

After saying that, Song Yuanqiao ignored Song Qingshu, stood up and left, leaving Song Qingshu disheveled in the wind.

at the same time.

It is thousands of miles away from Wudang Mountain.

A luxurious carriage was traveling in the night, with the Hu Long Villa logo clearly visible on the shaft.

Inside the carriage, there was a faint sound of conversation.

"Brother, I ran away secretly without my godfather's knowledge to go to Wudang with you guys."

"We didn't go to Wudang for fun."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"To deliver something and a message."

(End of this chapter)