Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Li Xiu paused for a while, looked around without stopping, and went straight out of Wudang.
Li Xiu between the mountains and forests is like a mandrill spirit at the foot of the wind, catching up with galloping horses, and even cheetahs, but after a while, he left Wudang from behind Wudang.
After that, he circled back to the town and returned to the inn.
Li Xiu had prepared well in advance. He paid a few months in advance at the inn where he was staying. He explained that it might take more than ten days for him to go out for something, and he didn’t need to go in and clean the room.
So when he returned to the inn, it didn’t happen that there was already someone in the room.
At the door of the room, Li Xiu slowly pushed the door. After stepping forward, he first glanced inward toward the right door. The small wooden stubble on the door frame was still there.
This was also what he had prepared before. If someone who didn’t know entered his room in the past ten days, the small wood stubble would never be far away.
When he entered the house and inserted the door, Li Xiu glanced at the window again, and there was no sign of prying, and he was relieved.
Without rest, he leaned over and removed a wooden board from under the bed, took out the two secret books and his remaining belongings from under it, and carried it in his arms.
Then I asked the store to clean the room, change the tea, and set up a table of paella to feast on.
In the past ten days, even though he had the body protection of the Nine Suns Scriptures, he survived after eating some wild vegetables, but after he got out of the cliff, he still had to eat some normal food.
After drinking and eating, Li Xiu lay in bed and began to study two secret books carefully.
One book of nameless swordsmanship, one book of Qishang Quan.
At the bottom of the cliff, although Li Neng used the Qishang Fist to press the fireworker Tuo to hit, it does not mean that Li Xiu entered the door on the Qishang Fist.
In fact, most of that power is based on the tyranny of Jiuyang Zhenqi, and the others are just the slightest moves and the way of exerting force with some Qishang Quan.
He thought for a moment in his head, and finally put down the Qishang Fist, focusing on the nameless sword in his hand.
It is not that Li Xiu despises the Qishang Quan, but Li Xiu values the Qishang Quan more than the nameless swordsmanship in his hand.
A few days ago, he deliberately talked about the sidekick, and he also heard some rumors about the Kongtong school from the people of the gang.
Mu Lingzi, the founder of the Na Kongtong School, walked the rivers and lakes in his early years because of this Qishang Fist.
And after learning the Nine Suns Scriptures, Li Xiu is no longer the martial arts Xiaobai, and has a new understanding of the Qishangquan Cheats.
Qishangquan is definitely a very meaningful and subtle martial arts. After deepening it, it can produce strong and soft strength at the same time, and even seven different strengths.
It is good at urging the enemy’s lungs, fist strength is complex, flickering, and the power of change is terrifying.
It’s definitely not as unbearable as in the original novel like the Kongtong Five Old Men.
Li Xiu thought in his heart that Zhang Wuji rarely used Qishangquan afterwards and it was not because the martial arts was too weak, but because it was too powerful and cruel and cruel.
One shot is to rush to the most fragile viscera of the person. Even if the boxer does not immediately die and luckily survives, he will be frail and sick for a lifetime.
How could the indecisive, kind and generous Zhang Wuji make it?
As for the Kongtong Wulao’s Qishangquan, I don’t even mention it. The lack of internal strength can really hurt the enemy and hurt myself first.
However, although Qishangquan has many advantages, there is also a difficulty that is very difficult to practice.
The chart of movement qi and pulse is complicated, and it is difficult to control the various fist strengths. It is really not a martial art that can be mastered in a short time, so he will focus on this nameless sword technique.
On the other hand, this nameless sword technique in his hand is just a delicate and complicated move.
For Li Xiu, who has a clear mind and a clear mind and reads to the body, it only takes a short period of time to become a master and exert his great power.
As for the more powerful Qishang Punch that hindered Li Xiu’s conspiracy plan, it can only be said later.
After January, the season has gradually reached deep spring, and the weather has gradually warmed up.
Li Xiu, who is still the best restaurant in the town at the foot of Wudang, is still on the second floor next to the window, wearing a thin ice-white robe, with a bamboo hairpin tied to his head, and walking on black cloud boots, Li Xiu is enjoying himself.
This month he was completely different from before, and he lived as if he really was a family prince who went out to play.
It was not that Li Xiu lost his enterprising spirit after obtaining the Scriptures, but his ambition never ceased.
He wants to be the best player in the world.
The kind worthy of the name is not the kind that can be made by Zhang Sanfeng to die or die.
There was a hustle and bustle on the street downstairs, and then passers-by stopped and talked, which also attracted Li Xiu’s idea.
On the main road of the town, a group of people came from the entrance of the town. Twenty or thirty people, all of whom were young women dressed in white and holding swords in their hands.
Faintly guarding a delicate carriage in the middle of the team, as if there were some important people sitting in it.
Li Xiu leaned against the window and took another sip of the wine in his glass. He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.
At this time, this pomp, it is undoubtedly that Zhou Zhiruo, a major disciple of the Emei Sect, came to visit Wudang.
“The seven-year period has come. Did you come to Wudang to retrieve the Yitian Sword?”
Li Xiu muttered to himself, and then an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
An hour later, in the Zhenwu Hall of Wudang, disciples of Emei stood on both sides, and a woman in white covered with gauze slowly walked in.
Although the full picture is not available, just the beauty of the eyebrows made Zhang Wuji and Song Qing’s eyes stunned, and their gazes followed the woman unconsciously.
The slightly fat veteran leader Wudang Six Heroes stood waiting.
The sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, the world’s number one master, I don’t know how many people admire and awe.
It is not worth seeing Zhang Sanfeng just to talk about a younger generation Zhou Zhiruo, but it is natural not to neglect to come on behalf of one of the six major factions, especially the Emei faction.
The word Emei is related to a person and a woman, so Zhang Sanfeng has to have something special in it.
Thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes seemed to see that bright and smart woman again.
That was nearly a hundred years ago. At that time, he was still called Zhang-kun Bao, a Shaolin handyman, and a young man.
When Hua Shan first saw him, he was injured in a fight with someone. The girl saw that the wound on his hand was bleeding, so she took out a handkerchief from her arms and bandaged his wound.
The girl saw the wound in his hand and thought that the person in her heart was wandering in the rivers and lakes, fearing suffering, she couldn’t help crying. Seeing the woman in front of him was so sad, he couldn’t say anything for some reason.
That time he looked at her eyebrows so closely, and since then, he has also lived in someone in his heart.
The second encounter was at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The little girl had already turned into a beautiful woman. She went to Shaolin to find out a little bit of the whereabouts of the person in her mind through Wu Se Zen Master, but she was lost.
When the woman went down the mountain, he kept following behind after four or five steps, never dared to step forward and didn’t know what to say.
Fortunately, the woman looked back at him and recognized the injured teenager who was on Mount Hua three years ago.
The woman asked him if he had come down the mountain to send her off. He was caught off guard and blushed in response.
The woman took out a pair of iron arhats from her arms and gave it to him. The boy later learned that it was given to her by Zen Master Wu Se on her 16th birthday because of the love of her heart.
It may be that Zen Master Wu Se did not find out the whereabouts of the person in his heart, and gave it to him when he was disappointed and heartbroken.
“Let’s leave it alone, there will be a period later.”
The third meeting was also the last meeting.
A few days later, he was framed for stealing Shaolin martial arts and was chased by Shaolin.
When faced with a disaster, when he was flustered and frightened, he couldn’t think of meeting the woman again.
In order to protect the two of them, his master, Jueyuan, put him and her into an iron bucket, rushed for dozens of miles, and finally exhausted his energy and sat incarnation.
His only relative in the world was gone. The woman saw that he was young and lonely, miserable and helpless, so she gave the gold bracelet on her wrist and asked him to go to Xiangyang to find her father and mother to shelter him.
It’s another sentence, don’t let it go, there will be a period later.
But this time it was not just a few days, but a hundred years in a lifetime.
The rivers and lakes are so big, the two are so small, and if they don’t, they will never see each other.
Later, the woman wandered the rivers and lakes for several years, trying to find no one in her heart. Da Che Dawu became a monk in Emei and established the Emei School.
By coincidence, he also became a Taoist priest and founded Wudang.
A long companion of the blue lantern, a devoted cultivator, but I don’t know if I really see through the love of Hongchen?
It is said that the rivers and lakes met at the Fengling Ferry. Since then, Guo Xiang has searched the rivers and lakes without seeing Yang Guo and missed his life.
Didn’t he have met three times, and the love came and went deep without knowing what happened, thinking about it for a hundred years.
A hundred years later, he is already Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, with a great reputation. A martial arts to reach the realm, looking at who is fighting against the world.
How can a heroic eagle be compared with me!
His mind fell into remembrance, and he couldn’t help but breathe violently, but he sighed in an instant, his expression was a little lonely, and he couldn’t help turning around to cover up his emotions.
“Yeah, that’s Yang Guo, how can I compare.”
After a hundred years in a hurry, he again mentioned the woman with bright eyes, white teeth, and witty chic. Apart from saying that Emei sent Guo Xiang’s heroine to me in his early years, what else can I say when I have a relationship with her.
The distance of four or five steps ended up in a lifetime…