From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 11

Half a month later, the big ship finally docked, and the two guardian dharma kings of Mingjiao went their separate ways in a calm and friendly atmosphere.

The golden flower mother-in-law will continue to look for the bad luck of the extermination master of the Emei sect.

Zhang Wuji wanted to go back to Wudang Mountain to have a look.

It has been more than half a year since he came out of Kunlun Mountain Spirit Valley, and it is time to go back to Wudang Mountain to see the Grand Master.

"Father, you can go back to Wudang Mountain with me, and when I meet Grand Master, I will accompany you to the Bright Summit!" Standing in front of Dajiang, Zhang Wuji was unwilling to persuade him for the last time.

"I am the notorious Golden Retriever Lion King of the Devil's Cult. If I go to Wudang Mountain, I will cause trouble for your grand master. You don't want the tragedy of your parents six years ago to repeat itself, do you?"

"Besides, the Holy Cult is currently suffering from internal and external troubles. I haven't been back for so many years, and I have already done my duty. If I don't go to Guangming, I will feel uneasy."

"But...!" Zhang Wuji was a little anxious. You must know that Cheng Kun, the old silver coin, is still hidden in the dark, and his adoptive father is blind again.

"Don't worry, although I'm blind, I'm not blind. I'll be fine, and there's Spider, she can be my eyes."

Seeing Xie Xun's insistence, Zhang Wuji could only nod helplessly.

He turned his head to look at Zhu'er again, and stretched out his hand to scratch the little girl's nose: "After you go back, give the Nine Yin Scriptures to grandpa as I said, and with him covering you, your father dare not do anything to you. Tell him I'll visit his old man's house."

"In addition, don't practice Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands. That kung fu is not suitable for you. If you want to practice it, you can practice Nine Yin White Bone Claws. The name is much more domineering. When you practice it, you can suppress your father with your own hands."

"It's up to you to say that!"

Zhu'er curled her lips, and said indifferently, "Zhang Wuji, when are you going to find me?"

"What Zhang Wuji is called brother!"

Zhang Wuji reached out and knocked her on the head and said with a smile, "I'll go there when I go back to Wudang Mountain."

"I'm leaving, take care of foster father!"

At the same time as the voice of these words fell, Zhang Wuji's figure had disappeared into the vast river reeds.

"Understood...Brother!" Zhu'er whispered, feeling inexplicably sad in her heart, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Girl, don't wipe your tears. Lead the way and find a blacksmith shop first. I will connect the Dragon Slaying Knife." Xie Xun said with a smile.

"Who's crying!" Zhu'er quibbled, jumping up and down.

Turning around to see Xie Xun's half smile but not a smile, he was even more ashamed: "You old man, I can't finish with you...!"

Zhang Wuji galloped all the way, without stopping too much along the way.

For some reason, he suddenly felt homesick.

In this world, Wudang Mountain, where he has lived for two years, has already become his home in his heart.

The always kind old man is his family.

One month later, when he saw the familiar gate of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and the inexplicable irritability in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"Grand Master, I'm back!" Zhang Wuji climbed up the stairs, his speed getting faster and faster.

"Stop those who come, report your name!" In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, two sword lights suddenly flashed, and the figures of two young Taoists stood in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was a little surprised, but he didn't know that there was a hidden stake at the location of the mountain gate.

But the gatekeeper has an acquaintance.

"Senior Brother Song Qingshu, I am Wuji!" Zhang Wuji smiled.

"Wuji...!"

Song Qingshu took a closer look and was immediately overjoyed: "Are you cured?"

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go see the Grand Master first!" Zhang Wuji smiled, and was about to go in.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist behind Song Qingshu blocked Zhang Wuji's path with a wave of his sword, and at the same time turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, apparently waiting for him to speak.

"Hehe, Wuji, it's great for you to come back. Grand master is in retreat at Haomiao Peak. Why don't you go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to meet my father first. He is now in charge of Wudang affairs for Grand master. If you have anything to say, just tell him .”

"Okay!" Zhang Wuji nodded without changing his smile.

"Senior brother Ma is still not letting go!" Song Qingshu turned his head and said in a deep voice.

That Senior Brother Ma silently retracted his sword, stepped back two steps and closed his eyes to rest his mind, looking quite tall.

Zhang Wuji didn't say much, and a few flashes disappeared in front of the mountain gate.

"Junior brother, is this the famous son of the late Fifth Master Uncle?" Ma Qianyou said quietly.

"Yes!" The smile on Song Qingshu's face had disappeared at this moment, and he sighed.

Ma Qianyou still had a cold face: "Look at him performing lightness kung fu, the kung fu is not low."

"And I heard that he is the only person who practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu created by Grand Master, besides the Second Senior Uncle. Now that he is seriously injured, his martial arts has improved a lot, so we must guard against it!"

Song Qingshu remained silent, this matter was indeed a thorn in his heart.

Zhang Wuji and him are both three generations of Wudang disciples, and his father is also a direct disciple of Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Wuji started to practice Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu a few years ago, but he begged Zhang Sanfeng several times, Zhang Sanfeng said that this Kungfu was not suitable for him and refused to teach him.

This made him quite unhappy.

A few years ago Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji out of the mountains to treat his illness, and then he came back alone. Song Qingshu thought that Zhang Wuji had died, but he didn't expect to come back after two years.

"Could it be that the Grand Master did this on purpose?"

Song Qingshu's mind was full of thoughts, and he went to practice cross-legged next to him with a calm face, but how could he continue to practice if he had something on his mind, Zhang Wuji's face flashed in his mind from time to time, making him more restless and irritable.

Zhang Wuji had already entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony at this moment.

From the short conversation, he had already noticed the faint demonstration in Song Qingshu's words.

But how could he care about these, he really has no interest in these intrigues.

"Uncle!" Zhang Wuji quickly found Song Yuanqiao.

Although this great uncle has worked hard on Wudang Mountain affairs, his martial arts has not dropped much. He is also the only strong man on Wudang Mountain who has stepped into the Houtian realm besides Zhang Sanfeng.

The other one is of course Second Martial Uncle Yu Lianzhou.

This Second Martial Uncle is also the best martial artist among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and he already has the three-point bearing of Old Zhang.

It's just that this man is a sword idiot, with a taciturn personality, not suitable for mundane affairs, and he practices swords in the back mountain of Wudang all the year round.

The moment he saw Zhang Wuji, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Wuji, have you broken through to become a first-class master?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji knew that he couldn't hide this from Song Yuanqiao, so he could only honestly admit it.

"Okay, okay, okay, a 17-year-old first-class master, my Wudang sect has a successor!"

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed and patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder heavily.

He naturally knew about Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng's discovery of the Nine Suns Divine Art, but it was too big a matter, and now only a few people in the upper echelons of Wudang knew about it, and it had not been spread among the three generations of disciples.

(End of this chapter)