Sword Qi of the heavens

"As a monk, I don't want to practice Buddhism wholeheartedly."

"It's okay if you don't get rid of greed, anger and ignorance. If you actively cause trouble and seek trouble on someone else's [-]th birthday, no matter how you look at it, you are a person who has committed serious sins and will go to hell after death."

"There's no way I can beat you with a single hand like a bald ass like you."

With the young man's plain and soft voice, it sounded in the hall.

Monk Kongwen raised his brows, the tin staff he held tightly in his hand was shaking, and his eyes were on fire. How could he still have the demeanor of an eminent monk that a Buddhist should have?
No matter how well he maintains his identity, being humiliated in front of so many people is absolutely unforgivable.

"You kid is talking nonsense, let me teach you a lesson!"

Monk Kongwen shook the tin staff in his hand vigorously and took a step forward. Just as he was about to take action, He Taichong on the side rushed forward in advance.

He Taichong looked at Monk Kongwen.

Then, he took out the sharp sword in his hand.

"There is no need for Master Kongwen to take action against a brat who overestimates his abilities!"

Whoosh!
The sharp sword blade came through the air, and there was a clear sound of swords.

The young man slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand and yawned. The blade of the sword was parallel to it, and he lightly patted the opponent's sword sideways.

"This sword is slow and slow, giving people the feeling that they are weak and will not live long."

With a casual sword movement, the young man easily pushed away the sword blade in He Taichong's hand. Taking advantage of the rebound, he moved a little distance in the opposite direction, then used force again and swiped at He Taichong's wrist.

As the head of the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong is a master after all.

Although he is not as good as Kong Wen, a Buddhist eminent monk, he is definitely not a lowly person.

After a tentative sword blow.

He Taichong realized that the young man in front of him was by no means an arrogant person without any strength, but a master that he also needed to take seriously, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

No matter how surprised.

He will not tolerate being defeated by an unknown person as soon as he takes action.

"Damn it, this boy looks so young, why is his swordsmanship so good?"

He Taichong looked at the indifference and contempt in the young man's eyes and felt extremely unwilling. He just took a breath and stomped his feet towards the ground, forcibly stopping the direction of the sword.

He changed the blade from vertical to horizontal and swung it at the boy's neck with his backhand.

"Don't tell me, although you are weak, you are still much stronger than Cat and Dog."

Seeing that He Taichong was still able to fight back, the young man took a step back without panic and dissatisfaction, letting the sharp sword edge pass by in the air at an inch of the skin in front of his neck, and struck again.

But in the blink of an eye.

The two of them had already fired more than ten swords together, and the sword light illuminated the entire hall.

People from various sects were all shocked when they saw that this unknown young man was fighting He Taichong with just a wooden sword, without deciding the outcome.

"Hey, where did this kid come from? He can fight with He Taichong to no avail?!"

"What are the advantages and disadvantages! Using a wooden sword against a high-quality sword! The fact that the sword body is still undamaged only shows that his control over the wooden sword in his hand has reached a superb level, far surpassing that of He Taichong!"

"Tell me, if these two continue to fight, who will win?"

"It's hard to say. After all, He Taichong has been famous for a long time. In terms of experience in the world, how can this young man who is only sixteen or seventeen years old be able to match it?"

"If you ask me, Wudang Mountain deserves to be called Wudang Mountain. Even an unknown young disciple has such strength. It seems that the legends spread by Zhang Sanfeng in the past years may not be false..."

Listen to the surrounding discussion.

Zhang Sanfeng showed a peaceful smile.

Song Yuanqiao's worries, which had been on his mind, were relieved because of Zhang Sanfeng's expression.

Zhang Cuishan's eyes widened and he said in shock: "Senior brother, how can this little junior brother be so powerful?"

Song Yuanqiao sighed softly, with a very complicated expression: "Actually, I didn't know that my junior brother had such a state. When the master brought him back from the Golden Summit, he only told me that this son is extraordinary and that he was given to me by the destiny of Wudang Mountain. If you need to be treated well, just leave it alone and leave it entirely to me."

"In these years, he has been sitting cross-legged in the forest hall all day long."

"If Master hadn't told me, I must not neglect him. I saw that he was either sleeping in the sun all day long, or drinking, teasing dogs, catching birds and looking for cats, so I really wanted to scold him."

Zhang Cuishan is a master of swordsmanship.

When he saw the two men competing with swords in the hall, he couldn't take his eyes away. "Senior brother, what is the name of my little junior brother?"

"Oh, his surname is Li and his first name is Changlan. He has always had this name. Master has not given him a Taoist title." Song Yuanqiao chuckled and nodded slightly, feeling satisfied with Li Changlan's performance.

A person who is half of Wudang Mountain is not a member of Wudang Mountain?
For a 16-year-old boy to be able to fight with a long-established master like He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect, it is a very shameful thing for Wudang Mountain.

"only……"

Song Yuanqiao coughed lightly and suddenly thought of something.

He came to Zhang Sanfeng and whispered: "Master, this little junior brother's swordsmanship is so powerful, but I have never seen him practice swordsmanship. Did you teach him martial arts privately?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled heartily, then slowly raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the side and took a sip.

"This boy is completely natural. He was born with a Tao seed. The two meridians of Ren and Du and the twelve meridians are clear and pure. He is better than many famous masters in the world. Moreover, he not only has the ability of photographic memory, but also can If you can see the true secrets of other martial arts at a glance, why do you need me to teach him martial arts?"

"If I really teach martial arts deliberately, I would be wasting such a good talent."

"Besides, the opponent is weaker."

"Otherwise, with his understanding, he might be able to show something more interesting."

Song Yuanqiao was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why is Taichong still weak?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and said: "Yes, these two people seem to be evenly matched in the fight. In fact, the direction of He Taichong's every sword is firmly controlled by him. There has been no change and he is completely unaware of it. The reason why he chose to delay deliberately Time, in fact, is deliberately using He Taichong to practice swordsmanship."

"If you don't believe it, just watch after 36 moves."

"Your junior brother will definitely take action and defeat He Taichong with one blow."

Zhang Sanfeng was filled with emotion when he looked at Li Changlan who was fighting with He Taichang in the main hall.

Ten years ago.

In the middle of the night, he dreamed that a golden lotus fell from the sky, illuminating the entire Wudang Mountain.

After a short walk, I came to the Golden Summit alone.

Who would have expected that on top of the golden dome where the wind was whistling, there would be a seven or eight-year-old child, carved with gold and jade, sitting quietly on the boulder.

If it weren't for Zhang Sanfeng's energy and blood, I might have thought he was hallucinating.

"Haha, I have this son in Wudang."

"Ten years from now, it will definitely be popular."

Zhang Sanfeng became more and more satisfied when he saw Li Changlan, who was almost impeccable in appearance, temperament, and talent.

Although the current disciples of Wudang Mountain are quite strong.

But except for Zhang Cuishan, the other people's talents are still somewhat inferior and cannot be considered to be outstanding.

To put it simply, these are the days when Zhang Cuishan was not around.

If he didn't take action and relied on only a few other disciples to support the huge Wudang Mountain, he would be able to protect himself at most, but if he wanted to make Wudang Mountain great again, it would be obviously worse.

After 36 strokes.

Li Changlan found an opening and used his backhand.

Snapped!
After a crisp sound.

He Taichong showed a flaw, and before he could defend himself, he felt his eyes blurred. He was directly hit by the wooden sword and fell heavily to the ground.

The right side of his face was even more swollen, and a clear red sword mark appeared.

"He, did Taichong really lose? Or did he lose to such a young man..."

Everyone looked at He Taichong who collapsed on the ground, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had no strength to fight anymore. They all gasped and stared at the strange young man in front of them in stunned silence.

Li Changlan held the wooden sword in his right hand and patted it lightly with the palm of his left hand.

"If you are still unconvinced, come forward as much as you want. Whether it's one-on-one, or if you don't even want to lose face and prepare to attack me in a group, I'll be happy to do it."

Paused.

Li Changlan felt that what he said was not accurate enough, so he added another sentence.

"Anyway, you are all a bunch of trash." (End of Chapter)