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

Chapter 5: Shaolin Visitors, the Return of the Seven Heroes

Time flies, the sun rises and sets, and a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Gu Changfeng woke up from his sleep and found a bowl of hot rice porridge on the table in the courtyard, but his sixth senior brother Yin Liting was still nowhere to be seen.

Gu Changfeng was no longer surprised by this, he just complained secretly in his heart.

"I never thought that people in ancient times also counted as 996. Brother Six is ​​so pitiful."

"I don't know what Senior Brother Song and the others are doing. They haven't come back in a month."

After dinner, Gu Changfeng washed the dishes, put them in order, and prepared to go out.

I looked up at the sky and found that the weather today was particularly gloomy.

Large patches of dark clouds gathered, and the air was filled with a stuffy heat.

"It's going to rain," Gu Changfeng fanned the air with his hands, turned around to get an oil-paper umbrella and went out. He went to the Sutra Library as usual, with a hint of anticipation on his face.

'Now I have read almost all the secret books in the Sutra Library, and I have accumulated enough knowledge in all aspects.'

'It's time to consider the creation of a method for cultivating immortality.'

at the same time.

From the Wudang Sect, a short middle-aged monk in a cassock was strolling over, looking out of place with the Wudang Sect which was full of Taoist elements.

He looked around the scenery in Wudang Sect and commented on it.

"Zhang Sanfeng knows how to find a place. The main peak of Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak, rises from the ground and is known as 'a pillar supporting the sky'. The 72 peaks around it are like a bell standing on top of a tripod, forming a natural picture of '72 peaks facing the top, 24 streams flowing'. It is indeed a beautiful and elegant place."

"But the strength of these disciples is far inferior."

"Except for Zhang Sanfeng, the other people in Wudang are not worth mentioning."

"Many people in the martial arts world actually say that Shaolin and Wudang are equally famous. This is simply ridiculous. Zhang Sanfeng was just a errand boy in my Shaolin Temple in the past!"

Occasionally, when a Wudang sect disciple passed by on patrol, he would quickly dodge using various cover so that the other party would not notice at all.

After the patrolling disciples left, the middle-aged monk reappeared and walked in the Wudang Sect with a swagger.

There was an expression on his face that said, "It's just Wudang, I can come and go freely."

When approaching Tianzhu Peak, the middle-aged monk suddenly stopped, his expression changed, and he looked to the left.

Yin Liting, wearing a dark Taoist robe, appeared, stared at the middle-aged monk and spoke in a deep voice.

"Xuan Bei, is this how Shaolin Temple teaches its disciples to enter the gate of Wudang Mountain without notifying them?"

Xuan Bei raised his eyebrows, raised one palm in front of him, and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be Yin Liuxia."

Then, he smiled and said, "I am only testing your disciples on behalf of Wudang."

"Now it seems that these disciples of your Wudang are not vigilant enough. I came in as if I were in an empty place."

Yin Liting narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in them.

"I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. Why should you, a Shaolin monk, interfere?"

"You have trespassed into the mountain gate and looked down upon my Wudang disciples. You must give me an explanation today!"

Xuan Bei's expression became playful, and he said with a half-smile: "If I don't give it to you, what can you do to me?"

"Have you forgotten the embarrassment of being defeated by me three years ago?"

Yin Liting stopped talking nonsense and his whole body was filled with internal energy.

boom!
A powerful pressure erupted.

His clothes moved without wind, and the dust on the ground beneath his feet was blown in all directions.

The long sword in his hand came out of the sheath with a clang, and when he raised his hand, several sword energies shot out.

Seeing this, Xuan Bei stood still and also mobilized the true energy in his body.

hum~
A trembling sound was heard in the air, and a translucent shield emerged, covering Xuan Bei.

It is the symbol of a powerful Grandmaster, transforming Qi into Qi and condensing it into protective Qi!

boom! boom! boom!
The sword energy came suddenly and continuously bombarded Xuan Bei's protective energy, making bursts of explosion sounds.

Countless sword marks several inches deep suddenly appeared on the ground under Xuan Bei's feet.

But the protective qi was as solid as a rock, with no signs of being broken.

Yin Liting didn't care. He was very clear about the fights between masters. Unless the difference in strength was too great, it would be a pipe dream to want to break the opponent's protective qi with just sword energy or palm wind.

With his mind turning, Yin Liting tapped the ground with his toes, and his body flew out like a big bird, with the long sword in his hand pointing directly at Xuan Bei's throat.

"Well done!"

Xuan Bei was not surprised but happy.

Golden light appeared above his hands, like two huge dragon claws grabbing out.

These claws seemed to be made of steel, and they constantly collided with Yin Liting's sword, making a sound of metal colliding with iron.

Shaolin, Dragon Claw!

At the same time, four figures appeared on the distant mountain, all wearing Wudang Taoist robes.

They were Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu, who had returned from the mountain after doing some business.

Song Yuanqiao stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle below in silence.

Yu Lianzhou spoke first: "I didn't expect to see my sixth brother fighting against the Shaolin bald donkey right after returning."

Mo Shenggu, who had the hottest temper, snorted coldly, "A bald monk from Shaolin dared to come into my Wudang with such brazenness, how arrogant! I'll go help Sixth Brother right now!" However, Zhang Songxi stopped him and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Sixth Brother was defeated by Xuan Bei three years ago. Let him vent his anger first, and we can take action when he is at a disadvantage."

At this moment, the battle situation below suddenly changed.

The sword in Yin Liting's hand changed its momentum and stabbed straight at the Shenmen acupoint on Xuan Bei's right hand.

"It's the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect again, Yin Liting. It seems that you haven't made any progress in the past three years."

Xuan Bei showed disdain on his face.

Three years ago, he used his Dragon Claw Hand to break Yin Liting's Divine Gate Thirteen Swords.

At this time, Xuan Bei thought to himself that he had never slacked off in practicing martial arts in the past three years, so how could he take the other party seriously?
But the next moment, the disdain on Xuan Bei's face immediately turned into surprise.

He found that Yin Liting's sword moves seemed to be different!
It seemed like an ordinary sword thrust out, but the constantly trembling sword tip seemed to carry thousands of changes.

Xuan Bei even had a vague feeling in his heart that "no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, he couldn't avoid it."

"What's going on?" Xuan Bei was puzzled, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

The Dragon Claw Hand was used to its full potential. Countless golden claw shadows appeared as it was swung, attempting to knock Yin Liting's sword away.

But under this sword, everything was in vain.

Yin Liting's long sword drew a mysterious trajectory, passed through the claw shadows in the sky, and accurately hit the Shenmen acupoint on Xuan Bei's right hand!
Puff! Tick!

The long sword pierced the flesh, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

Xuan Bei looked at the long sword that pierced his right hand with an expression of disbelief and stood there in a daze.

The shock in my heart even overwhelmed the pain on the back of my hand.

Yin Liting had no expression on his face, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.

"My contemplation day and night for the past month has paid off. I have finally mastered the sword technique that Junior Brother improved."

'Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll still be defeated by this bald donkey! '

On the distant mountain peak.

Song Yuanqiao and the other three also showed surprise on their faces.

Zhang Songxi hesitated and said, "Sixth brother should be using the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect, right? But why are the sword moves a little different?"

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and said, "It's time to go. Let's get rid of this bald donkey first and then ask Sixth Brother about the details."

The other three nodded, and at the same time, they used their lightness skills to leap down.

"Big brother, second brother, fourth brother, seventh brother!"

When Yin Liting saw Song Yuanqiao and others, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Song Yuanqiao nodded, looked at Xuan Bei who was still standing there in a daze and asked.

"Xuan Bei, why did you come to Wudang?"

Only then did Xuan Bei finally wake up, with an ugly expression on his face, but he did not dare to act wildly in front of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wu Dangdai.

"Amitabha!"

"I am here to deliver a letter to Master Song. Three months from now will be the day of the Righteous Alliance. Master Song, please make sure to arrive at Shaolin on time."

Song Yuanqiao nodded.

"I know, you can go."

Xuan Bei stammered a few times, but finally turned around and left without saying a word, with an unwilling look on his face.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the absence of Song Yuanqiao and others to come to Wudang to show off the power of Shaolin.

Who would have thought that he would be defeated by his former defeated opponent? It was such a disgrace.

Wait until Xuan Bei leaves.

Yu Lianzhou sneered and said, "A gathering of the righteous? I wonder what those bald asses are up to this time."

Then he put his arm around Yin Liting's shoulders and laughed.

"Sixth brother, you really gave us a surprise. You are able to practice the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect to such a level!"

"Did you invent this move yourself? What's its name?"

Yin Liting shook his head, "This move was not created by me, but was improved by my junior brother from the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect."

This statement came out.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Improving swordsmanship is not that easy.

Even Wudang Changquan, the most basic introductory martial art of Wudang, has been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations.

How easy is it to improve?
But the facts are right in front of us, and Gu Changfeng did it!

"Where is Junior Brother? Take us to see him immediately!"

Mo Shenggu was the most impatient and spoke immediately.

Yin Liting smiled and said, "It should be in the Sutra Library. Junior Brother has been spending every day there recently."

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and led everyone out of the Zhenwu Hall.

"Let's go to the Sutra Library!"

(End of this chapter)