The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

It was afternoon and evening.

The blood-like sunset reflects Wudang Mountain red, and the morning and evening are cloudy, and the atmosphere is myriad.

Zhang Sanfeng was dressed in Taoist robes, standing on the edge of the cliff, with silver hair swaying in the wind, he felt like he had transformed into a fairy, and one step further, there was an endless abyss.

Look up at the blue sky, look down at the vast mountains and rivers, feel the way of heaven and earth, and understand the mysteries of life.

The Taoist principle is all in this world.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng, who had a sense of heaven and earth, raised his head to look up at the blue sky.

"The Dao has no boundaries, all laws are natural, formless and formless, this is called Tai Chi!"

The loud and profound voice echoed endlessly between the mountains and the sea of ​​clouds, spreading in all directions.

Behind the cliff.

Under a verdant ancient pine, Song Yuanqiao stood quietly, as if he had something to report and had been waiting for a long time.

After a long time.

Seeing that the master seemed to have come to the end of enlightenment, he immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, Yuan Qiao has something to tell you, old man."

Zhang Sanfeng turned around slowly, with gentle eyes, looked at Song Yuanqiao with a smile, and asked, "But in the Jianghu, another major event happened?"

"Exactly."

Song Yuanqiao nodded, and said: "A few days ago, Liu Futong mobilized [-] troops to destroy Emei, but who would have thought that Han Chen would slaughter them all instead."

At this moment, Han Chen's glorious record finally spread to Wudang Mountain, and reached the ears of Zhang Sanfeng, a master of martial arts.

Oh?

"There is such a thing."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered slightly.

Immediately, he gently stroked his white beard and said with a detached smile: "Such a young hero, if there is a destiny in the future, the old man would like to meet him."

Wudang and Emei have a deep friendship, and they share the same spirit. Knowing that Han Chen is so tyrannical, Zhang Sanfeng is very interested, and he is quite looking forward to it.

Having lived to Zhang Sanfeng's age and experienced too much wind and rain, he has already seen through life and death.

Therefore, he was not shocked when he heard that Han Chen slaughtered [-] Tiejia.

Staying calm is the way!

This is Zhang Sanfeng!

After reporting Han Chen's affairs, Song Yuanqiao continued: "Master, now the rebel army is causing disasters in the world, and all sects and sects are in danger. Even holy places like Shaolin have suffered military disasters many times. The two major sects, Kunlun and Kongtong, are even more It is really heartbreaking to choose to bow down to the rebels."

Speaking of this, Song Yuanqiao sighed, "The current world is really not peaceful."

His expression was full of helplessness and worry.

Listening to Song Yuanqiao's words, Zhang Sanfeng stared at the sea of ​​clouds with a pair of divine eyes.

The sea of ​​clouds, a vast expanse of whiteness, just stopped, and then was blown by the wind, turbulent continuously, the white mist swirled in the air, impacting the cliffs, like thousands of troops, fighting endlessly.

Chapter 096: Two Letters from Zhang Sanfeng (1/4)

The sea of ​​clouds in Wudang is just like the rivers and lakes!

For thousands of years, it has never subsided!

"Everything in the world has its own behavior and its own nature. If you see the behavior and understand it, you will be close to the way!"

Zhang Sanfeng's words made Song Yuanqiao's body tremble, and he couldn't help but look at the sea of ​​clouds again.

I just feel that there are thousands of changes, sometimes turbulent waves crashing on the shore, sometimes quiet like a lake, elusive and intriguing, just like the rivers and lakes in front of us, the wind and the clouds are changing, the wind and the wind are precarious~.

Tao follows heaven, - Tao follows earth, Tao follows nature!

Everything in the world has its reason!

Even wind, rain, frost, dew, a flower and a leaf, birds, beasts, fish and insects all contain the truth of life.

Not to mention the ever-changing sea of ​​clouds.

After a long while of comprehension, Song Yuanqiao seemed to have realized something, and respectfully said: "What the master taught is that the disciple is obsessed."

Zhang Sanfeng said gently and authentically: "Cultivation is not only self-cultivation, but also heart-cultivation!"

If you have the heart to observe everything, you will not be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes!

"Disciple respectfully obeys master's instruction!"

Song Yuanqiao withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and said respectfully: "It's just that I still don't understand something, so I ask master to give me some advice."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and said: "You might as well talk about it."

Song Yuanqiao said: "The rebel army brought disaster to the Jianghu and set off a catastrophe in the martial arts. The Yuan Dynasty court mobilized troops and horses, and they also wanted to attack on a large scale. All factions in the Jianghu are like white clouds, let the wind ravage them, and they have no power to fight back."

Speaking of this, Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng and asked, "Master, what should we do in the midst of the strong wind?"

The army is overwhelming, what should we do?

Song Yuanqiao's worries are by no means superfluous.

In the face of hundreds of thousands of iron-clad lions, all factions in the world are like dangerous eggs, in danger of collapsing at any time.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, said: "Yuanqiao, you are not clear enough."

Song Yuanqiao bowed his head slightly, and said sincerely: "The disciple is dull, please give me some advice from the master."

Among the Wudang Seven Heroes, Song Yuanqiao is the most loyal, well-behaved, yet biased, but lacks agility and lack of understanding, Zhang Cuishan has the best understanding, but unfortunately he has already killed himself, Zhang Sanfeng feels sad every time he thinks about it.

Zhang Sanfeng pointed to the sea of ​​clouds, and said to Song Yuanqiao: "Yuanqiao, look at the wind blowing the clouds, the sea of ​​clouds seems powerless, let the wind bully them, but how do you know that the turbulence of the clouds is not fighting against the wind?"

The endless turbulence of the sea of ​​clouds is definitely not following the wind, but a tenacious struggle!

"master!"

Song Yuanqiao was shocked suddenly, as if he suddenly realized.

Zhang Sankuang's words immediately awakened Song Yuanqiao.

In the danger of life and death, the weak and misty Liuyun knows how to fight, let alone the Wudang faction!

After thinking through these philosophies of life, Song Yuanqiao's eyes were bright, his worries were gone, and he clasped his fists respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, master, my disciple has benefited a lot today!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded in satisfaction, very relieved, turned his head to look at the sea of ​​misty clouds, and said leisurely: "At the time of this catastrophe, as a teacher, you must not ignore it. The north is connected with Shaolin, and the west is connected with Emei, what do you think?"

Join Shaolin in the north and Emei in the west!

United with the Shaolin faction and the Emei faction, the heads of the three factions gathered in Wudang to discuss the plan to retreat from the enemy!

This is Zhang Sanfeng's idea.

Song Yuanqiao nodded when he heard the words, and expressed deep agreement, saying: "For more than a hundred years, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and the three factions have stood together as the leaders of the Jianghu. If they can join forces to fight against the enemy, it will be a blessing for the Jianghu!"

The three major sects have been passed down for a hundred years, and there are many masters, all of whom have profound foundations. If they can really work together and fight hand in hand, the world will definitely be greatly changed.

Hearing Song Yuanqiao's voice of approval, Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, and said: "Since that's the case, I will write two letters for my teacher. You and Lianzhou will carry the letters. One will be sent to Emei, and the other will be sent to Shaolin."

Back then on Kunlun Mountain, Song Yuanqiao had met Han Chen once.

Therefore, Song Yuanqiao naturally took over the task of sending the letter to Emei.

"Disciple, obey."

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and agreed.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng brought Song Yuanqiao to the Zhenwu Hall, brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and wrote two letters, one to Song Yuanqiao and one to Yu Lianzhou.

Zhang Sanfeng instructed: "It's about the survival of Jianghu, you should be careful all the way."

"Disciple understands!"

"Follow the master's instruction!"

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou took the letters, and clasped their fists in agreement. Immediately, they walked out of the Zhenwu Hall side by side, and selected a thousand-mile horse. One went north to Songshan Shaolin, and the other went west to Bashu and Emei.

In fact, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou are already the top masters in the Jianghu, they are quite the head of the school, and they are safe in doing things, and there will be no mistakes in their disappearance.

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Zhang Sanfeng's instruction like this shows that the matter is of great importance, so we must be cautious.

On a spring night, the stars and the moon are hazy.

Zhang Sanfeng stood at the entrance of Zhenwu Hall, looking at the starry night sky.

This hundred-year-old legendary figure only hoped that the two letters would arrive sooner, and that the people he invited would come to Wudang for consultations, so as to resolve the catastrophe as soon as possible.

tuk tuk-

Suddenly, the sound of wooden sticks on the ground came from behind, one sound, one down, getting closer, in this empty night sky, it was extraordinarily noticeable.

"Third Master, Wuji is here to help you."

"It's okay, let the third uncle go by himself."

In the corridor of Zhenwu Hall, there is a tall and thin middle-aged man, leaning on two wooden sticks in both hands, staggering, struggling to walk crookedly, struggling to learn steps, struggling with every step, and a big sweat on the tip of his nose.

But there was a bright smile on his face.

Beside the disabled man, a handsome young man followed him closely, with a tense expression and extremely concerned, if the former fell from exhaustion, he would help him in time.

The master and nephew were only focused on training, they didn't notice Zhang Sanfeng in the night.

Seeing them, Zhang Sanfeng smiled immediately, turned around and floated across the corridor, stood in front of them, and said with a smile: "Daiyan, I see your complexion today is a bit stronger than yesterday, very good, very good."

"master!"

Yu Daiyan suddenly saw his master appearing, and wanted to kneel down to salute, but was stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.

"Wuji see Grand Master."

Wearing a Taoist robe, Zhang Wuji was handsome and handsome, and knelt down to salute Zhang Sanfeng.

"Good boy, get up."

With a kind face, Zhang Sanfeng helped Zhang Wuji up, and said with a smile: "Wuji, your third uncle has been bedridden for more than ten years, and now he is able to walk on the ground, all thanks to you."