Alien Summoning System

Chapter 86

Three days passed quickly, Zhuo Ao spent most of these three days studying Persian with Xiao Zhao.

"My lord, why are you so interested in Persian language?" Xiao Zhao couldn't help being curious after all, and asked Zhuo Ao about it. After getting along with him for a few days, he forcefully kept himself by his side after breaking free from his black iron shackles. The man, after the initial fear, also gradually saw something.

Except for the cruel methods when dealing with the Mongols, at other times, as long as he does not violate his taboos, this person is still easy to get along with. The domineering smile made Xiao Zhao feel weak at the tip of his heart every time he thought of it.

Zhuo Ao has been unable to practice these few days. At night, most of the time he would find a secluded place, staring at the endless void in a daze. Wearing a mask-like silence, some are just a little helpless, Xiao Zhao doesn't understand, what else can make him helpless with such a big devil whose martial arts are almost invincible in the world?In the eyes of outsiders, this ruthless man who can be called the Shura of Hell must have something sad in his heart, right?
Xiao Zhao hid this doubt in her heart, even though Zhuo Ao usually dotes on her very much, but although Xiao Zhao is eccentric, she also understands the scale. Everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. Digging, but some secrets, once unearthed, will kill people.

However, Xiao Zhao was a little puzzled as to why Zhuo Ao was so interested in Persian. She thought that the reason why Zhuo Ao forced her to stay by his side that day seemed to be because he knew Persian. Although this reason was absurd, but looking at it now, Seems to be true.

"A year ago, I was accidentally blown to Persia by a strong wind, and then by accident, I snatched a martial arts secret book from the Persian Mingjiao. It is quite powerful, so I want to use it for research." Zhuo Aohun didn't care. Said.

"The power is not bad? To be evaluated by the young master like this, it seems that it must be a peerless martial art~" Xiao Zhao felt his heart beat a few beats instantly, and said casually.

"Peerless martial art?" Zhuo Ao didn't seem to notice Xiao Zhao's strangeness, he shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be considered, at that time, it was three people who joined forces to perform it, so they had the ability to rival the top masters, and they had to use artifacts, but in terms of power , Looking at the Chinese martial arts, apart from me, the only one who can suppress it is probably Zhang Sanfeng and Master Zhang."

These words are arrogant enough, but Zhuo Ao does have the qualifications to say such words.

"I don't know what martial art it is?" Xiao Zhao asked with a curious expression while suppressing the excitement in his heart.

"Yes..." Zhuo Ao raised his head, and glanced at Xiao Zhao with a half-smile, which made Xiao Zhao's heart skip a beat, and was about to speak, when Song Qingshu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Hero Zhuo, Master is here to invite you."

"Let's go." Zhuo Ao got up, and under the leadership of Song Qingshu, he took Xiao Zhao and walked all the way towards the back of Wudang Mountain.

Along the way, facing Xiao Zhao's resentful gaze, Song Qingshu was a little puzzled.

On the back mountain, Zhuo Ao finally saw this grand master who was famous in later generations, he had a youthful face, the current Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old, but he still looked like a fairy, without showing any signs of aging.

"Zhuo Ao is a late student, and I have met Master Zhang." Facing the old Taoist, Zhuo Ao nodded slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing. There is no age in learning, and those who are masters come first. At least in Zhuo Ao's view, he and Zhang Sanfeng should be regarded as the same A master of series, he is not a Wudang disciple, so naturally there is no need to perform the disciple ceremony.

"You are welcome." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xiao Zhao for a while, and finally his eyes fell on Zhuo Ao. Feeling the strong evil spirit on Zhuo Ao, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "Your cultivation level is amazing. It's amazing, but, it's a pity..."

It's a pity, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, but Zhuo Ao also knew that this was the real purpose of his going to Wudang Mountain. Before, he didn't believe that killing evil could hinder people's cultivation. Death by his own hands, although it caused some troubles, but those effects were quickly eliminated, but now, even if he still recites the Tao Te Ching every day, it has no effect at all.

"I don't know if there is a way to rescue the family?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng and asked.

"The way of Tao is natural. If you are willing to give up the worldly things, and concentrate on asking, within ten years, you will be able to resolve this murderous evil. If you are willing, I, Wudang Dao Zang, can be read by you." Zhang Sanfeng After thinking about it.

"Born in troubled times, the court is brutal, and the common people are treated like dogs. For ten years, Zhuo Ao waited for it, but it was not what I wanted." Shaking his head, after ten years, I am afraid that the world will be calmed down, and that is up to him. What's up?And if we want to drive out the Tartars, how can we guarantee that there will be no murder?
"Other than this, is there no other way?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Maybe, but unfortunately, the old Taoists are probably powerless. No matter Taoism or Buddhism, although there are ways to suppress killing thoughts, but the methods are similar. They all use boundless Taoism or Buddhism to eliminate killing in the heart and make the spiritual platform clear." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed. road.

"I want to see Wudang Dao Zang, is it possible?" Zhuo Ao looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"As long as the little friend is willing, the old Taoist has said before, Wudang Dao Zang, let the little friend read it." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

"So, thank you." Zhuo Ao cupped his fists and said.

"Master, I'm so cold~" At this moment, the young man who had been standing beside Zhang Sanfeng suddenly shuddered, fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, and said with his teeth chattering.

"Wuji!" Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows, he didn't care about being polite to Zhuo Ao, he lifted the young man up, put his hands on his back, and the pure internal energy flowed into the young man's body continuously.

Zhang Wuji?

Zhuo Ao naturally noticed Zhang Wuji's existence long ago, but at this time Zhang Wuji was still suffering from the cold poison, without the help of Huo Gong Toutuo at the foot of Wudang Mountain, he would definitely not live to be 30 years old in this life.

"My lord, what's wrong with him?" Xiao Zhao looked in surprise at Zhang Wuji whose complexion gradually returned to rosy under the infusion of Zhang Sanfeng's pure internal energy, and asked Zhuo Ao suspiciously.

"He has been poisoned by the cold, and it is a very vicious internal force. When it penetrates into the human body, it will automatically connect with its own Qi channels. If there is no internal force that is strong and strong, it will be as deep as Zhang Zhenren. I'm afraid it can't be completely eradicated, but we can only use pure internal strength to help him resist the attack of the cold poison." Zhuo Ao said solemnly.

"It's so pitiful." Hearing this, Xiao Zhao couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity.

Zhuo Ao didn't speak, just stood quietly at the same spot, helping Zhang Sanfeng protect the Dharma, at such a time, he was most afraid of being disturbed by others, even though this is the back mountain of Wudang, it is not absolutely safe.

After a long time, when Zhang Wuji's complexion returned to rosy, Zhang Sanfeng slowly recovered, opened his eyes, looked at Zhuo Ao and nodded slightly: "Thank you little friend for protecting the law."

"It's easy to do, this is Wudang Mountain, even if there is no Zhuo Ao, there will be no danger." Zhuo Ao shook his head, looked at Zhang Wuji and frowned, and said, "Although Master Zhang's skill is extremely pure, but this method can be said to be a temporary solution. Cure the root cause."

"The old Taoist doesn't know." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "It's just that in this world, apart from the Nine Suns Divine Art, the old Taoist really can't think of any other way."

"The martial art of Zhigang Zhiyang is not the only one of Jiuyang Divine Art." Shaking his head, Zhuo Ao walked up to Zhang Wuji, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "May I try?"

"Little friend is willing to make a move, it's Wuji's good fortune, Wuji, why don't you thank little friend Zhuo!" Although Zhang Sanfeng didn't give any hope, but with Zhuo Ao's vigorous energy and blood in his body now, even though he didn't know Zhuo Ao's cultivation What kind of skill is it, but Zhang Sanfeng can feel the exuberant yang energy on the opponent, maybe it is more effective than his own pure yang Wuji Kung Fu.

"Thank you, Great Xia Zhuo, Wuji." Zhang Wuji hastily cupped his hands.

"Whether you can save me or not, hold your breath!" Zhuo Ao sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Wuji, stretched out his hand, and pulled Zhang Wuji's hands over, and the pure sunflower qi flowed into Zhang Wuji's body in an endless stream.

Although the Nine Suns Divine Art is known as the most rigid and yang, the Sunflower Collection is not inferior. Even in terms of the exuberance of Yang Qi, it is still higher than the Nine Suns Divine Art. After passing the potential, what he cultivated was the most yin to cold qi, which was regarded as positive and yin. If Zhuo Ao hadn't temporarily sealed his five senses, six consciousnesses, seven emotions and six desires with Taoism, it would be difficult for him to get started. However, he has made rapid progress. Up to now, he has reached the fifth level, the ultimate state of acquired, but unfortunately, under the shackles of the innate, although the internal force is getting deeper and purer, it still can't get through the Ren meridian, forming a cycle of cycles, rebelling against the innate, and reaching the yin and yang A realm of balance.

"It's so hot, Master, Wuji is so uncomfortable!" As Zhuo Ao's internal energy poured into Zhang Wuji's body, he felt warm and comfortable at first, but as time went by, his body became hotter and hotter, as if he was in a warm environment. Even though he was suffering from the cold poison and his mind was far beyond ordinary people, he couldn't help crying out in pain at this moment.

"Wuji, be patient, as long as you survive this test, you won't have to suffer from the cold poison anymore!" Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation level, the moment Zhuo Ao made a move, he could feel the internal strength in Zhuo Ao's body, when it comes to masculinity, Even still above the Nine Suns Divine Art, upon hearing this he said to Zhang Wuji quickly.

"Whoo~"

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji trembled all over, and in that hot breath, a cold breath emanated from Zhang Wuji's body. Zhang Wuji felt all the strength in his body suddenly dissipated. Following Zhuo Ao's palm retraction, his body softened, and he fell on Zhang Sanfeng's body. in his arms.

(End of this chapter)