It is hard for Fang Xian to imagine that such a wise and foolish old man would say such words.

"... Then I'll ask...Zhang Zhenren, what do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Sanfeng was happy: "This matter is just to see."

“……………Zhang Ye’s teasing me?”

"No, I really can only watch it." Zhang Zhenren seemed to be serious, "According to what he said, the head of Huashan Mountain, Yue Buqun and the head of Emei Zhou Zhiruo have been very high-profile recently. Obviously, they did not have much scruples. It can be seen that they detained Wuji and his friends... the place where they love slaves must be very secret."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your reminder..."

"I still don't understand." Zhang Sanfeng said dissatisfied, "Since they expected that I could not find that place, I could not find it even if I thought about it. Instead of being in a hurry, it would be better to practice martial arts and have reached a certain level of martial arts. No matter how evil the Sunflower Book of the Nine Yin Scriptures is, it is also unbearable to be evil."

"This suggestion is sincere." Fang Xian sighed very much. As expected, he had to have such a mind that was not impatient and impatient to achieve great success. However, he still shook his head, "But I don't have that time. In contrast to Mr. Zhang, I am a person who is eager to achieve success. Otherwise, I will become a magical master at the age of 50, and the girl will be 50 in the dungeon. Yue Buqun is old and dies. Zhou Zhiruo becomes a master. Is this a bit of yarn?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed a little: "That's true, my opponents were all buried back then... so it's so difficult for me to find someone who can survive two moves."

"It's better to be like this now." Fang Xian looked at Song Yuanqiao with a serious expression. "Let's go to Emei and bring Mr. Zhang's handwriting to forgive Song Qingshu's sins. Old Song Ji told him well and give him a chance."

Song Yuanqiao looked at his master.

Zhang Sanfeng picked up his pen and stroked his pen and stroked it. After writing it, he submitted a handwritten letter.

"Tell him that Grandpa, the Grandpa, missed him very much and asked him to go home early."

"It's...Master!" Song Yuanqiao only felt that his master was a real old saint. He put away his hand and tears. This piece of paper is his lifeblood now.

Fang Xian continued: "We are very happy to persuade Qingshu to turn his back on evil, maybe there is news about him."

Zhang Sanfeng was not optimistic: "According to his description, the girl's scheming is not that simple, and Qingshu may not be able to contact it."

"I can only try it, at least there will be some clues."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves and stood up: "Since that's the case, I can't sit in the bedroom, it's time to go to Shaolin."

When Fang Xian woke up in his dream, he almost forgot such a big enemy, and quickly told the grudge between Cheng Kun and Xie Xun and the incarnation of Yuanzhen into Shaolin from beginning to end.

The things in this touched Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao very much, because they witnessed many things with their own eyes.

When Zhang Wuji was a child, he was infected with cold poison. Because he had been practicing Xie Xun's mixed internal skills. Wudang Sect could not use the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu to transform poison to him, so he could only find Shaolin and seek the Nine Yang Divine Art.

The Nine Yang Divine Arts are divided into Wudang Nine Yang Divine Arts. Shaolin Nine Yang Divine Arts and Zhen? Nine Yang Divine Arts. Strictly speaking, the Wudang Nine Yang Divine Arts was passed down to Zhang Junbao by Jueyuan and belonged to the Shaolin Nine Yang seal. It was Zhang Sanfeng who mixed up with these Nine Yang cleverly with more than 100 years of understanding and innovation that he naturally knew the power of the Nine Yang Divine Arts.

For his disciples, Zhenren Zhang was willing to exchange martial arts with Shaolin, so that Zhang Wuji could only learn the Nine Yang, while he sent all the Tai Chi skills to Shaolin.

At that time, the one who spread the Nine Yang Divine Arts in the Secret Room was Yuanzhen.

While Yuanzhen was chanting the mantra, he also helped Zhang Wuji "open up the meridians".

After coming out, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji went down the mountain. He found that Zhang Wuji's body was getting colder and colder. After this question, he realized that it was done by Monk Yuanzhen. As the first person in the world, Zhang Sanfeng had already been in the process of opening his meridians. Why did he let the monk intervene? The monk did this for a moment, and the cold poison that had originally gathered in several parts of his body flowed all over his body in an instant. Zhang Wuji's life is not long.

Later, it was better to rely on Zhang Wuji's life and got the true Nine Yang Divine Power from a white ape's belly, and then he made his debut.

Why is the magical power in the belly of the white ape? That is an allusion among the magical eagles, and Brother Diao also participated in that part of the eagles.

Zhang Sanfeng got mad and became furious.

This was the first time Zhang Sanfeng was furious.

"It turns out that Yuanzhen is Cheng Kun... I just thought that the monk was just kind-heartedly using the wrong intention, so he did not pursue it. In this way, according to Cheng Kun's fortune, he could not make such a mistake at all. He was just to kill Wuji!"

In anger, Zhang Sanfeng's hair and clothes began to restless, and even the air flow in the entire room became solemn.

"Of course of your anger, that's the matter of Chen Zhimao." Fang Xian quickly handed over the tea, and after a long time of trouble, he had to coax the old man himself.

Song Yuanqiao finally stabilized at this time: "Looking at this... from Xie Xun's madness to the bloody crime of his fifth brother back then; from the encirclement and suppression of Guangmingding to Zhao Min's witch's wreckage martial arts people, every piece of bloody storm over the years has something to do with Cheng Kun."

"It's not just some relationship? If my time calculation is good, Yuanzhen at this time has already outlawed the Shaolin abbot and brainwashed the three old monks of the Du generation. If Mr. Zhang goes now, it's probably a lot of danger!" Fang Xian advised repeatedly.

Zhang Sanfeng's age is a combination of anger and calmness, and he is definitely not the kind of impulsive person: "Indeed, the three monks who overcome the evil, tribulation, and tribulation together, I can only win the first half of the move. If I included the other masters of Shaolin, I am afraid that I can't deal with it. Besides, Wudang and Shaolin have been in good terms all year round, maintaining the Central Plains martial arts world, and resisting the pressure of the court, this face cannot be broken like this."

"What should I do?" Such a brainless question must have been asked by Brother Diao.

"The original plan remains unchanged, please pay attention to the trends of Shaolin." Fang Xian bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, "I hope Mr. Zhang will not get angry and make plans when there is news here."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "Even if I kill and strait Shaolin, I can't save Wuji. What's more, Shaolin Wudang is a martial arts master. If internal fighting occurs, all kinds of evil ways will become rampant. I won't do such a brainless thing."

The Divine Eagle sneezes.

The plan was decided, and Zhang Sanfeng secretly ordered the seven martial artists of Wudang to inquire about the news. When approaching Shaolin, he began to study the techniques of Shaolin martial arts.

On the other side, the three Divine Eagle trio and Song Yuanqiao sneaked into Emei together...

According to traditional theory, the three major sects of Chinese martial arts are the Shaolin Wudang and Emei schools.

Legend has it that the original prototype of the sentence was "The world's martial arts are derived from Emei". Later, Shaolin became famous and changed to "The world's martial arts are derived from Shaolin". Whether it is true or false, it further established the important position of the Emei Sect.

In the works of Mr. Jin, the Emei School is more like a gorgeous flower that decorates the world of men. There are many female disciples under the sect, each with blue, pink and white shirts, and small breasts. It can attract a bunch of hanging silk to lick wherever you go, which is actually a touch of embellishment for the world.

However, this sect that should have been embellished has become the protagonist because of the Yitian Sword. Since Guo Xiang, the Yitian Sword has been passed down from generation to generation. It was not until the brain-destroying Master Mie Jue passed it to Zhou Zhiruo that the tragic sword that was played with by the Masters for a hundred years finally completed its mission.

Late at night, three sneaky and an extremely huge figure lurked outside the Emei disciple's dormitory.

Fang Xian looked at the pretty shadows playing inside through the paper window, listened to the swaying sounds, and swallowed deeply.

"Old Song... I'm waiting here, I'll go and discover the truth and reality!"

Song Yuanqiao: “…………”

The Divine Eagle looked stern: "I'll go too."

Spider: "Sewed Eagle."

Song Yuanqiao was confused for a moment: "Let Miss Zhu'er go and explore the truth. After all, it's too late, and I, Wudang and Emei, have always been in good terms."

Zhu'er said humbly: "My kung fu is gone. If I go, I'm afraid I'll be discovered. I still have to go there for someone with good internal strength in the lightness."

The Divine Eagle looked stern again: "Since that's the case, I, Divine Eagle, will take it as your own!"

"Go to death with the color eagle." Zhu'er almost cut off the old waist of the divine eagle with a spider's poisonous hand, and then handed a grimace to Fang Xian.

Fang Xian was deeply relieved that training is sometimes not difficult.

Song Yuanqiao was confused, thinking of his baby son, and said with a heartbeat: "Forget it, Xiaotianyi is not my Wudang person anyway. I can't see what happened today. Xiaotianyi should go and go back soon."

Fang Xian was very comfortable, just like the police allowed him to peek at the girl taking a bath, and he felt a magical sense beyond the law.

After he nodded to the two of them, the Tian family's light skills and luck came to the window a few steps, held their breath, followed the posture of the costume TV series, lit up their mouths and opened a small hole in the paper window.

Squinted.

Damn, it’s true that spring is so beautiful!

Looking at these various bellybands and various exposed parts, Fang Xian only remembered a poem-

Looking for the fragrance of Emei in the dark night,

The boundless scene is new.

I can easily recognize the girl's body,

There are always spring in all kinds of flowers.

Fang Xian was drooling and praising Song Qingshu's mighty power. Although he was arrogant, he was not surprised by all kinds of beauties in this world, but such a magnificent spring picture still made people excited.

Look, the two female disciples started fighting, touching and pinching each other...

Just as a tall female disciple was about to pull off the bellyband of a plump female disciple, he patted Fang Xian's shoulder with his hands.

"………………………………” There are thousands of possibilities in Fang Xian’s mind, but since this person didn’t attack him, he must have no malicious intentions, so he turned his head and said a cold joke, “Friend, doing this will lead to impotence.”

Only after turning my head did I see clearly the face. My jade face and vicissitudes, my elegance and depression were all the time. Needless to say, it must be that person.

The entangled young man made a gesture to stop the sound, and he also poked a hole and pointed inside.

Fang Xian understood.

The two young people each dominated and rewarded one.
Chapter completed!