Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 28 Song Yuanqiao

In a blink of an eye, it has been three months since I came to the heaven. Zhao Ji can lead one person to ascend to the heaven in one month, and the time to lead the fourth person has come.

Talked about this matter with Ding Dian and the others, after a little discussion, it was decided that Yuan Chengzhi would accompany Zhao Ji back to the valley halfway up Feisheng Peak.

So far, through Zhao Ji's operation, a total of three people have ascended to the heavens, so he has learned three martial arts, the Divine Illumination Sutra, the Yijin Sutra, and the Divine Action.

After taking stock of two internal skills and one lightness kung fu, Zhao Ji found that he still lacks powerful means of attack and an offensive martial art.

Coincidentally, on Zhao Ji's body, there is a special super alloy soft sword that cuts iron like mud. In ancient times, it was definitely called a magic weapon.

Such a precious sword naturally needs to be used rationally, so he eagerly hopes to learn a sword technique, preferably a sword technique suitable for soft swords.

The swordsmanship applicable to soft swords is nothing more than the swordsmanship that uses softness to overcome rigidity. After Zhao Ji thought for a while, the first thing that came to mind was Wudang School's finger-wrapping and soft swordsmanship and soft cloud swordsmanship.

The most famous person in Wudang is without a doubt Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the sect. However, Zhao Ji still can't let the innate warriors ascend, so he can only settle for the next best thing.

In the ancient well, a small black dot quickly approached, and in the blink of an eye, it flew out of the ancient well, showing the figure of a middle-aged man, who was in mid-air, with the tip of his left foot touching the instep of his right foot , the figure did not fall but rose, and suddenly jumped up by Zhang Xu.

"Tiyun vertical!"

"What a brilliant light work!"

Seeing the movement technique used by the middle-aged man, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, a flash of spiritual light flashed across his mind, he immediately recognized this lightness technique, and let out a soft breath.At the same time, Yuan Chengzhi also expressed admiration for this person's lightness skill level.

Ti Yun Zong, Wudang's top lightness kung fu, may not be so outstanding in vertical and horizontal galloping, but it can be called brilliant in high ups and downs.

Ben was teaching martial arts to his disciples on Wudang Mountain. Suddenly, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and the colorful brilliance fluctuated. When the world in sight returned to normal, Song Yuanqiao's first reaction was to protect himself to avoid being plotted by others.

At the moment when he got taller, he looked around and swept across the Feisheng Hall, seeing that there was no danger and only two people were standing there, so he relaxed his vigilance a little.

Standing firmly on the ground, he cupped his hands and saluted Zhao Ji and Yuan Chengzhi rigorously. Song Yuanqiao asked solemnly: "Excuse me, are you the master of this place?"

"Brother Song, I'm Zhao Ji, who is in charge of Feisheng Hall."

Returning the gift, Zhao Ji smiled.

"You know me?"

A trace of doubt flashed across his face, Song Yuanqiao said in doubt.

Zhao Ji nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Song Yuanqiao, the chief disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang sect, I have heard of it for a long time."

"Brother Song is from the Wudang sect, and he is under Huashan Yuan Chengzhi."

Upon hearing the familiar word "Wudang", Yuan Chengzhi's eyes lit up suddenly, and he interjected.

Flying up to a strange world alone, it’s not as simple as being unfamiliar with the place, the whole world is completely different, the loneliness and loneliness of being abandoned will come to mind from time to time, and there will be some familiar and close people Or something, it's normal for Yuan Chengzhi to be a little excited.

"You are a disciple of Huashan, do you know the two elders of Huashan, I have had a relationship with them a few times."

Saluting to Yuan Chengzhi, Song Yuanqiao smiled lightly.

"Okay, okay, you two don't want to make friends there. Brother Yuan is from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, and Brother Song is from the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty. There are nearly 300 years between them. Just like Brother Yuan Like Master Tianhong, there was nearly a hundred years between the beginning of the Qing Dynasty and the middle of the Qing Dynasty."

Interrupting the conversation between the two, Zhao Ji said.

"At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty? What about the Ascension Hall just now? Why can't I understand, Brother Zhao, can you explain it to me?"

Frowning slightly, Song Yuanqiao stared at Zhao Ji closely with shining eyes, waiting for his answer.

Song Yuanqiao's doubts were originally expected by Zhao Ji. He showed his usual serious look before every time he fooled around, and said solemnly: "The thing is like this."

After repeating the words that were used to fool Ding Dian, Tianhong, and Yuan Chengzhi three times before, Song Yuanqiao felt as if a thunderbolt from the blue sky was hitting his head.

Feeling extremely shocked, Song Yuanqiao's figure suddenly staggered, and all the strength in his body seemed to disappear in an instant.

"How could this be, Tianjie, I don't want to come here, I don't want to leave Wudang, and the master still needs my service."

Taking two steps back, he sat down on the edge of the ancient well, Song Yuan murmured unconsciously with a sad expression on the bridge.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao's sadness was so touching and contagious that it made Yuan Chengzhi and Zhao Ji look equally sad.

After being silent for a long time, finally, with super self-control, Song Yuanqiao suppressed the sadness in his heart, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said apologetically in a generous voice: "Brother Zhao, Brother Yuan, I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now gone."

"It's okay, I can understand the feeling of abandoning the past and coming to a strange world."

Zhao Ji said indifferently.

"By the way, Brother Zhao, just now you said that every martial artist who has cultivated to the peak of martial arts in the world may ascend to the heavens, right?"

As soon as the words changed, Song Yuanqiao asked.

"Yes."

Zhao Ji nodded affirmatively, resolutely supporting the set he made up.

"My teacher Zhang Sanfeng, as the founder of the Wudang sect, is the best in the world in terms of status in the world, reputation in the martial arts world, and martial arts cultivation. I don't know if he will ascend to the heaven."

Song Yuanqiao asked eagerly.

As a modest gentleman, Song Yuanqiao very much agrees with the principle that a master is like a father. He very much hopes to serve Zhang Sanfeng for a long time in his lifetime. Now that he comes to heaven, this wish may become a regret.

Song Yuanqiao saw a glimmer of hope in Zhao Ji's lie that had been told many times and almost became the truth, and immediately regarded it as the last straw to achieve his wish, and wanted to hold on tightly.

"It's possible, but I don't dare to guarantee it [-]%. After all, if you want to ascend to the heavens, luck is also extremely important."

Zhao Ji said noncommittally.

For the time being, Zhao Ji dare not give a definite answer to this matter. Zhang Sanfeng is an extremely tyrannical existence among the innate warriors. If he wants to lead him to ascend to the heaven, he needs his cultivation to reach the innate state.

Even if one day, he really becomes an innate martial artist and has the ability to make Zhang Sanfeng fly to the heaven, but whether he should choose Zhang Sanfeng is still an open question.

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