Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Long Zhutian groaned at the side, looking at Yuqing and said: "Master, can you teach me how to break that sword formation? I want to enter the illusion again."

Yuqing nodded, and began to set up a gossip formation with Yu Zhenzi on the ground with small wooden branches, explaining to him the mystery of the transformation of the formation and the location of the Shengmen.

Long Zhutian is extremely savvy in this regard, and he knows everything.

Because Yang Zimei has learned Yin-Yang, Five Elements and Eight Diagrams since she was a child, it is easier to understand. However, she has never practiced swordsmanship. It is estimated that when she really needs to use it, she will be just a theoretical school. . [

However, the changes in these sword techniques are really powerful, even though they are only made of small wooden branches, Yang Zimei can clearly see its attack power.

No wonder, Long Zhutian was suddenly injured in the hallucination.

If he didn't wake up in time, he would probably be stabbed into a hedgehog by these 108 from an invulnerable point of view.

"Zhutian, do you have a foundation in swordsmanship?"

After Yuqing finished explaining, she asked this extremely crucial question.

Long Zhutian nodded, "From a young age, my grandfather taught me how to practice swordsmanship. When I was 13 years old, I realized that no matter how brilliant the swordmanship was, it was no match for a single bullet, so I stopped practicing."

"Of course, the emergence of modern hot weapons is a fatal impact on the previous cold weapons, but it cannot completely replace them. The practice of swordsmanship can not only attack and defend against the enemy, but also cultivate the mind." Yu Qing said.

"Master, I have never seen you wielding a sword."

Yang Zimei said sullenly at the side.

"Brother, he once lost a sword fight with others, and he swore at that time that he would never use a sword for life. My nephew, let me tell you, your master's swordsmanship is very good." Yu Zhenzi said from the side.

"Really?"

Yang Zimei's eyes lit up, "Master, will you be as powerful as those Taoist priests of the Wudang School Quanzhen Sect in martial arts novels?"

"Pfft! Brother, didn't you tell the little nephew her, our teacher?" Yu Zhenzi burst out laughing.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Zimei was puzzled.

Yuqing really never told her about the inheritance of the master.

"Our master, that is, your ancestor, is the No. 90 leader of the Wudang sect. Tell me, what sect do you belong to?"

"what?"

Yang Zimei was surprised, "Is there really such a Wudang sect? Master and uncle, why don't you go to Wudang Mountain?" [

"Heh, apart from the few of us, the Wudang faction actually exists in name only." Yu Zhenzi sneered, "Back then, the four old ones destroyed everything."

Yang Zi frowned.

It was an era when all righteous ways were destroyed, and she was powerless to complain.

While they were talking, Long Zhutian had cut a wooden branch into the shape of a sword, and began to dance aside, attracting Yang Zimei's attention.

Yuqing and Yuzhenzi also looked at him...

Long Zhutian's figure was vigorous and quick, and he was full of true energy. Although what he held in his hand was only a wooden product, it also made people feel the wind of the sword, and the leaves on the tree were rustling.

Yang Zimei couldn't understand this sword technique, but was attracted by his gesture of dancing the sword.

It's so handsome!

Every move, every throw, every spin, every fly...

Everything makes her heart beat like a deer!

"Huh? Isn't he using our Wudang swordsmanship?" Yu Zhenzi looked at it for a while, and said in surprise, "Master seems to have said that this set of swordsmanship was only mastered by uncles. How could he? Could it be... "

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