Shared Talent: Please, many of me!

Chapter 326 My Brother Zhang Wuji

Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Palace.

"Zhang Shan! You bastard, you don't practice well, and you brought Wuji here to fight crickets!"

"Wuji, run quickly! If you are caught by the Taoist priest, you will be punished again!"

Two children in their early teens ran out from behind the Zhenwu Temple in Wudang Mountain to avoid being captured by the people behind them.

"Who are you calling me? I'm your uncle! Don't let me catch you, little brat! Otherwise, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Zhang Shan and Zhang Wuji ran very fast and acted separately. After a while, Zhang Shan was arrested by Mo Shenggu.

Being dragged away by the bearded uncle by the legs, Zhang Shan shouted indignantly: "Why do you always catch me? Go catch that kid Wuji once too!"

"Hmph! Wuji is weak and unable to practice, so he just plays around every day. But you are strong and healthy, but you don't do your job every day. If I don't punish you, who else should I punish?!" Mo Shenggu snorted coldly.

"No! You are treating everyone unfairly! You are discriminating against Wu Ji!"

"Stop talking nonsense! I will personally watch you practice for the next three hours!!"

"Three hours?! You are committing murder!" Zhang Shan cried out in pain!
It is now eleven o'clock in the morning. In three hours, it will be dinner time!
"Shouting? Shouting also counts as time!"

Under the pressure of Mo Laoqi, Zhang Shan had no choice but to practice martial arts. During this time, he saw Zhang Wuji playing with crickets again, which made him so angry that he reported him on the spot.

Then he was scolded by Mo Shenggu.

night.

Wudang Back Mountain.

"Damn it! I'm so tired!" Zhang Shan said while shouting that he was tired, but his hands were quickly helping Xiaoye with the hair removal process.

Beside him was Zhang Wuji, who had sneaked out with him.

"Brother Shan, why are you able to catch the pheasant so accurately every time?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously.

"This is all experience!" Zhang Shan said with a proud smile, "I, your elder brother, have lived in Wudang Mountain for more than ten years. Since I was five years old, I have been giving myself extra meals. At first, I just went to the kitchen to eat something, and later I learned some martial arts and went up the mountain to hunt with a stick, so that I could have a good meal every week!
It can be said that I have already figured out this back mountain! I know exactly what is in each place! "

Zhang Wuji nodded in understanding. No wonder the other party was always able to hunt wild game. It turned out he was a habitual criminal!
Soon, the aroma of roasted chicken wafted from the back mountain.

The two of them were eating with their mouths full of oil. Zhang Shan said to Zhang Wuji while eating: "Wuji, this roast chicken also has a secret!"

"Uh-huh."

"If you want to make roast chicken well, you need to use the ingredients themselves, not to mention the most important secret weapon! That is the pure natural honey from the bee workshop in the back mountain!"

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Shan talked to himself, and soon, the two of them finished the plump roast chicken!
After handling the crime scene, Zhang Shan brought Zhang Wuji to the Zhenwu Hall, and chased the Yitian Sword stuck above and said, "Wuji, my dream is to be as strong as Master one day."

Zhang Wuji scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Yes, I also want to become as powerful as Master Tai. Unfortunately, in my current situation, I am afraid I will not be able to practice in this lifetime."

Zhang Shan patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. I know your situation. When you learn the Nine Yang Magic Skill in the future, the cold poison will be cured."

Zhang Wuji just shook his head. That was a legendary magical skill that had been lost long ago.

The two of them strolled around the Zhenwu Hall and then returned to the dormitory to sleep.

The next day, Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji away from Wudang and embarked on a journey to Shaolin.

Zhang Shan did not go with them. He knew that the next time he saw Zhang Wuji, it would be when the six major sects were besieging Guangmingding.

"It's been ten years. I really can't be lazy anymore." Zhang Shan thought to himself.

Knowing that nothing would happen to Zhang Wuji, Zhang Shan was not as sad as the others.

Turning around, Zhang Shan plunged into cultivation!

A few months later, Zhang Sanfeng came back. Old Zhang said nothing and sat on a rock in the back mountain for several days.

That day, Zhang Shan came to the back mountain and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Grand Master, Zhang Shan has something to ask of you!"

Zhang Sanfeng slowly turned around, saw Zhang Shan's determined eyes, nodded and said: "I know why you are here, but Tai Chi is too early for you now. I will teach you Pure Yang Wuji Gong and a set of boxing techniques first. When you have learned them, I will teach you Tai Chi."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Shan kowtowed, extremely excited!

He did not look for the Nine Yang Divine Art or various magical skills from previous generations. With Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of martial arts, before him, why should he go far away to pursue those things?

Moreover, traveling in the martial arts world is extremely dangerous. Not everyone has Zhang Wuji's luck that can help him wander around and still survive tenaciously.

In the blink of an eye, several years later.

"Xiaoshan, I will teach you one last move today. It's the Tai Chi that I created after being inspired by you two years ago. However, you should have figured out some of it on your own, right?" Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

Over the years, he has been quite satisfied with his junior Zhang Shan.

The other party's main idea is to practice to death as long as he doesn't die, and he always has his own understanding of martial arts, which is much smarter than those of his uncles.

After some practice, Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Do you remember it?"

"I've got it!" Zhang Shan replied with full energy.

"What did you write down?"

"I wrote down everything."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng laughed out loud: "Great! Great!"

"Go ahead. The six major sects are besieging Guangmingding this time. This must be a very complicated matter. You should keep an eye on your uncles who are not calm."

"Don't worry, Master! I will take care of everything." Zhang Shan said.

"Okay, go ahead." Zhang Sanfeng happily went to live his happy life.

When Zhang Shan left the back mountain and returned to Zhenwu Hall, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were already there.

Even Yu Daying, who had been paralyzed for more than ten years, came to see his fellow disciples off.

"Master uncles and uncles! Let's go!" Zhang Shan said to them.

"The hill is coming!"

"Xiaoshan, how is Master doing these days?"

When several people saw Zhang Shan, they asked about Zhang Sanfeng's situation.

In recent years, except for Zhang Shan who can often see Zhang Sanfeng, it is difficult for others to see each other. "Grandmaster is in good health! This time when I came out, he even specifically told me to take good care of all the uncles and uncles!" Zhang Shan said with a smile.

"Hey! We are all your elders, do we still need you to take care of us?" Mo Shenggu scolded with a smile.

"I don't want to do it either, but after all, it is the Grand Master's request, so I will take care of you regardless of the difficulty." Zhang Shan also looked helpless, as if he was the one who suffered the loss.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang all smiled and shook their heads, only Song Qingshu secretly clenched his fists.

"You are just a kid who has never left Wudang Mountain. How dare you speak to your elders like that!" Song Qingshu stood up and said.

Zhang Shan raised his eyelids, and the next second, his fist had already landed on Song Qingshu's face!

boom!
The pure Yang internal force carried an irresistible force and bombarded Song Qingshu's body, knocking him dozens of meters away. After crashing through the wall of the Zhenwu Temple, he fell directly on the square!

"Ah!!" Song Qingshu screamed. He felt that his nose bridge was broken, his brain was a little confused, and he was not conscious.

Zhang Shan stepped on the Seven Stars and came to Song Qingshu in the blink of an eye. He said in a cold voice: "Three years ago, I warned you not to talk to me with that condescending face. It seems that you have been out for a few years and have completely forgotten my words!"

Song Qingshu is a few years older than Zhang Shan. He left Wudang two years ago and made a name for himself in the martial arts world as Jade-faced Mengchang.

This title means that he is a handsome guy who brings warmth everywhere, treats people sincerely, and is a trustworthy person.

But Zhang Shan knew very well what kind of person Song Qingshu was actually!

When he went to Guangmingding, this guy was discovered by Mo Shenggu for peeping at a sleeping Emei woman, so he killed Mo Shenggu. Then he defected from Wudang, joined the Beggars' Sect, and poisoned Zhang Sanfeng.

Although he hasn't done the things that come later yet, he's very unhappy that he dared to give orders to Zhang Shan!
Song Yuanqiao ran over in a hurry. Seeing his son's face was disfigured by a punch, he became extremely anxious and yelled at Zhang Shan, "We are all family! Why did you hit him so hard?"

"Hmph!" Zhang Shan turned his head and left with his hands behind his back.

"You! Alas..." Song Yuanqiao sighed, and quickly asked someone to take Song Qingshu to the hospital for treatment. He then took his fellow disciples and followed Zhang Shan's footsteps to Guangmingding.

On the way, Mo Shenggu came to Zhang Shan and said, "Xiaoshan, you really hit too hard this time."

"For a martial artist, a broken nose is nothing." Zhang Shan said disdainfully, "Song Qingshu was no match for me a few years ago. I warned him not to provoke me then. He's still trying to get close to me today. I'd be doing a disservice to my martial arts if I don't beat him up!"

"Alas... after all, he is my eldest brother's son..."

Zhang Shan did not respond. He knew what the consequences of his punch would be, but he had already prepared a countermeasure, so he was not worried about what would happen next.

Behind.

Although Song Yuanqiao was also very angry, he felt more helpless.

He didn't expect Zhang Shan to beat Song Qingshu in front of him. Even if you find a small forest where no one can see you, you won't feel so bad!
As for Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was too lazy to care about him because a few years ago, at the instigation of Zhang Shan, Song Yuanqiao married another woman. In three years, they had two sons and now they were living a luxurious life!
After leaving Wudang Mountain, a group of more than 20 people rode on horseback, heading towards Guangmingding at a leisurely pace.

On the way, Zhang Shan politely apologized to Song Yuanqiao and said that he would never beat Song Qingshu in front of Song Yuanqiao next time.

Although Song Yuanqiao was very angry, there was nothing he could do. He thought his eldest brother was a good person, but Zhang Shan had always looked down on Song Qingshu, and he didn't know why.

After more than 20 people left for a few days, Song Qingshu also left Wudang Mountain and headed for Guangmingding.

This is a rare event in the martial arts world in the past ten years. All the prominent figures in the martial arts world will attend. As a rising star, he naturally cannot miss this opportunity to show his face!
However, Song Qingshu did not want to go along with Zhang Shan. Zhang Shan was too terrifying. He dared to beat him in front of his father Song Yuanqiao, and acted as if nothing had happened after the beating. This made Song Qingshu clearly aware of the gap between himself and Zhang Shan.

It's not just a gap in strength, but also a gap in status!

Zhang Shan has the potential to become the new leader of Wudang, which makes him different from Song Qingshu, an ordinary disciple.

After some time, the Wudang group and the Emei sect met near Guangmingding.

"Hero Song!" Nun Miejue smiled and bowed.

"Master Miejue!" Song Yuanqiao also responded with a smile.

Everyone behind him bowed one after another, which meant they had met each other.

Nun Miejue and Song Yuanqiao walked together to discuss the siege of the Demon Cult.

Zhang Shan and the others walked behind. Zhang Shan's eyes were on Zeng Aniu, who was brought by the Emei Sect, and he smiled at him.

Zhang Wuji, who used the alias Zeng Aniu, was slightly stunned. Knowing that Zhang Shan had recognized him, he smiled back at him.

Zhu Er, who was beside Zhang Wuji, saw the two flirting with each other and felt uncomfortable, so she asked, "Why? Do you know each other?"

She didn't deliberately lower her voice, but everyone present heard it clearly. Nun Miejue turned her head and set her eyes on Zhang Shan. She asked Song Yuanqiao beside her, "Master Song, who is this young man?"

Song Yuanqiao's gaze lingered on Zhang Wuji for a moment, and he felt that he looked familiar, but he quickly put the thought behind him and said to Nun Miejue, "Nun, this is Zhang Shan, a third-generation disciple of Wudang. He has been practicing with Master all these years, so outsiders have hardly heard of his name."

Follow Zhang Sanfeng and practice!
This news shocked everyone present! You know, that was Zhang Sanfeng! A ruthless man who had been exterminating demons in the martial arts world for sixty years!

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Zhang Shan changed a little. They knew that this person was the true Wudang successor, an even purer descendant of Zhang Sanfeng than the Seven Heroes of Wudang!
Zhang Shan smiled at Master Miejue and said, "Junior Zhang Shan, I have learned boxing from Master Miejue for several years."

That was it, he stopped talking.

What? These people always talk about peace in the martial arts world, and always talk about justice in the world. Zhang Shan doesn't want to talk about these things with them.

He gave Zhang Wuji a look, and the latter immediately realized that this was the look Zhang Shan gave him every time he asked him to slack off during the few months he lived in Wudang.

When the two of them came outside, Zhang Shan patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Good boy, I knew you wouldn't die!"

Zhang Wuji also laughed and said, "I've had some adventures over the years, and I've finally cured the cold poison in my body. However, I never thought that you, Brother Shan, would recognize me at first sight!"

"You are my little brother! How could I not recognize you!" Zhang Shan said with a smile: "Come on, I will tell you about the current situation!"

"it is good."

The two talked as they walked. Zhang Shan told Zhang Wuji everything that had happened here recently, and Zhang Wuji also told him about his experiences over the years.

"It seems that the Demon Cult's strength is not that good?" After listening to Zhang Shan's story, Zhang Wuji's vigilance against the Demon Cult suddenly decreased greatly.

Because in Zhang Shan's words, the Demon Cult is just a group of weak chickens and clay dogs, and the top leaders of the Demon Cult are even more disgraceful, without even a decent warrior.

"But, this is not the same as what I heard from the nun Miejue?" Zhang Wuji said, "According to the nun, the four Dharma protectors of the Ming Cult are all top-notch masters, and there are also left and right Dharma protectors."

Zhang Shan just shook his head slightly and said, "Don't worry about those people. Wuji, what are you doing here? Do you want to help your grandfather?"

Zhang Wuji was silent. He did have such an idea.

"You!" Zhang Shan was annoyed by his silence and immediately slapped him on the head, saying, "If you have anything to say, just say it. Otherwise, I will beat you until you say it out loud!"

Zhang Wuji staggered after being hit, covered his head and said innocently, "I didn't intend to come here. I came out of the valley with broken bones and was picked up by Zhu'er. We were originally planning to go to Wudang together, but we were kidnapped by the nun Miejue on the way. That's why I followed them to Guangmingding."

(End of this chapter)