From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 1

"Wuji, what are you doing here? It's very windy here."

On the Haomiao Peak of Wudang Mountain, a teenager in his teens was staring at the sea of ​​clouds below with his chin in his hands, when a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at the person who came, with a faint smile on his face.

"Second Senior Uncle, I just want to see the sea of ​​clouds in our Wudang Mountain. I have been in Wudang Mountain for two years, and I only heard about it from a few senior brothers. I have never come up to see it."

A trace of pity flashed in Yu Lianzhou's eyes, and she secretly lamented the rough life of this child.

He came over and patted Zhang Wuji's head and said softly: "Let's go, your grand master is going to heal your injury with kung fu."

"Okay!" The boy nodded obediently, and stood up with a little difficulty.

When he followed Yu Lianzhou back to the other courtyard, an old Taoist with white hair and childlike face was already waiting there in the main room.

Zhang Wuji saluted the old Taoist respectfully: "Master Tai."

"Wuji, how is your practice of the Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu I taught you?"

The old Taoist is naturally Zhang Sanfeng, and at this moment he asked in a gentle voice.

"Master Tai, I have been practicing seriously every day for the past two years, and I feel that my body is much better."

"Come on, let me take a look for you!" Zhang Sanfeng waved to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji nodded obediently, and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng put his hand on his wrist, but couldn't help but gradually wrinkled his brows.

Not long after, the old Taoist suddenly said in a warm voice: "Wuji, how about the grand master accompany you down the mountain to the rivers and lakes tomorrow?"

Zhang Wuji was slightly happy when he heard this.

Secretly endured the cold poison of Xuanming God's Palm for two years, and the following plot is finally about to unfold.

His name is Zhang Wuji, but he is no longer the original Zhang Wuji.

His real name is Zhang Hua. He traveled to this world two years ago and became Zhang Wuji, whose parents died and who was poisoned by the cold poison of the mysterious palm.

For Zhang Hua, who is familiar with the plot of Yitian Tulongji, this is not too difficult to accept. After all, he knows that there will be a series of adventures and adventures waiting for Zhang Wuji, that is, himself.

He just needs to lie down and not mess around with the plot.

"Okay Grand Master, I've wanted to go to Jianghu for a long time!" Zhang Wuji said happily.

The second-generation disciples of Wudang, including Song Yuanqiao, couldn't help but feel a little sad.

They naturally knew that Zhang Sanfeng was going down the mountain this time to go to Shaolin Temple to seek the Nine Suns Scripture for Zhang Wuji to save his life.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was born in Shaolin, his teacher Jueyuan was indirectly killed by Shaolin. Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng has a gap in his heart for Shaolin. This can be seen from the fact that he has not been to Shaolin once in decades since he founded Wudang.

But this time, in order to save Zhang Wuji, the hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng had to bow his head to Shaolin Temple.

This made several of their disciples feel a little uncomfortable.

But it's uncomfortable, but no one objected. After all, this is related to Zhang Wuji's life. Zhang Cuishan and them are brothers and sisters. If Zhang Wuji's life can be saved, let alone the face of the Wudang faction, their lives are no big deal. of.

Early the next morning, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji wobbled down Wudang Mountain on two donkeys.

Since Zhang Wuji traveled to this world, it was the first time he walked down Wudang Mountain. Everything he saw was novel, and he kept looking around along the way.

Next to him, Zhang Sanfeng looked at his apprentice with a smile, and couldn't help but think of his fifth disciple, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Zhang Cuishan has the highest aptitude and the best savvy among his seven disciples. He wanted to wait a few more years to pass on his mantle to him, but he didn't expect that the white-haired man would give the black-haired man. ....

Songshan Mountain is not too far from Wudang Mountain, and it took only half a month to reach Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Wuji followed Zhang Sanfeng all the way up the mountain on foot.

As in the original plot, the Shaolin monk closed the door tightly and did not intend to invite Zhang Sanfeng into the temple.

This is simply a great shame and humiliation to Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of the generation.

However, in order to treat Zhang Wuji's wounds, Zhang Sanfeng did not get angry. He waited for three days in a row, and even claimed that he was willing to exchange any Wudang sect's unique knowledge for the Nine Suns Manual.

Even so, the Shaolin monk was still unwilling to come out and meet Zhang Sanfeng.

Even though Zhang Wuji knew this was the result, he still couldn't help being angry.

Living in Wudang Mountain for two years, he has already sincerely regarded this kind old Taoist as a relative, how can he see Shaolin Temple insulting him like this.

"Grand Master, let's go." Zhang Wuji forced a smile with a pale face.

"Ah...!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do.

"Son, is there any place in this world you want to go?"

Apparently he couldn't borrow the Nine Suns Manual, Zhang Sanfeng felt that Zhang Wuji didn't have a good life for a few years, so he wanted to help him fulfill his unfulfilled wish.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but feel his heart move.

Since he knew where the scriptures of Nine Suns were stored, Xin Dao didn't explain to Zhang Sanfeng and ask him to take him there!
If I followed the plot, I would have to wait several years to get to Kunlun Mountain. During this period, Hu Qingniu, He Taichong, Jinhua Granny, Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang, these guys' tempers became more and more strange, and none of them were good. Life and death crisis.

Now I am not the real Zhang Wuji, if there is a slight mistake in the middle, I will really die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate any longer, and said, "Master Tai, I heard that Kunlun Mountain has beautiful and magnificent peaks, why don't we go to Kunlun Mountain to have a look!"

"Baby, Kunlun is bitterly cold, your body...!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's worried face, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but smile: "The child is mortal anyway, so what's the difference, Grand Master, let me fulfill my last dream!"

"Forget it!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed, and took Zhang Wuji down to Shaolin Temple, heading west towards Kunlun.

"I don't know if I can meet Zhou Zhiruo, Chang Yuchun and others after this." Zhang Wuji was riding on the donkey, thinking to himself.

The two of them headed west, crossed the Wei River, crossed Taihang, killed several Tartars along the way, wiped out several nests of robbers, and arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain three months later without any danger.

Following an old Jianghu like Lao Zhang, the Jianghu is really not as passionate as imagined!

Zhang Wuji secretly sighed.

He didn't meet Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo along the way, which also made Zhang Wuji sigh secretly, thinking that Hu Qingniu's road was completely blocked by him.

But Zhang Wuji is not afraid of this, he actually has other tricks.

You must know that Zhuwu Lianhuan Village is at the foot of Kunlun. It was built decades ago by the disciples of Master Yideng, the Southern Emperor, and the descendants of Zhu Ziliu and Wu Santong.

If you really can't find the Nine Suns Manual, let Lao Zhang visit Zhuwu Lianhuan Village.

Zhang Wuji had been with Lao Zhang for a few months, and he knew that this old man was by no means as immortal as he appeared on the surface.

He had seen Zhang Sanfeng kill Tartars and bandits several times, and his methods were crisp and neat, and he thought that Zhang Sanfeng might have been ruthless when he was young.

Zhu Wu Lianhuan Zhuang is not comparable to Shaolin Temple, so it should be easy to get Yiyang Zhi over, right?

"Wuji, it's time to practice!"

Early this morning, Zhang Sanfeng woke up Zhang Wuji as usual, and practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu with him while Ziyang was born.

This is Zhang Sanfeng's self-created exercise based on the fragments of the Nine Suns Manual. It is precisely because of Zhang Wuji's practice for more than two years that he can suppress the cold poison of the Xuanming God's Palm in his body.

The two of them sat cross-legged on a big rock and practiced their kung fu for an hour. After that, Zhang Wuji followed Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang Changquan for half an hour before continuing on their way.

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