Chapter 119: Zhang Zhiwei dares to ask Zhu Li for advice?
Chapter 119: Zhang Zhiwei dares to ask Zhu Li for advice?
Zhang Zhiwei is really not humble at all.
You have to know that Lu Hui used her own methods at the beginning.
The ice melts, and there is the power of Ruyi.
At that time, Lu Hui did not practice the Immortal Corpse Technique.
And Zhang Zhiwei knew a little bit that after the Immortal Corpse Technique was activated, it could instantly increase one's potential by dozens or hundreds of times.
"Do you know something about the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpses?" Zhu Li was a little surprised.
"I don't know, but the previous Heavenly Masters had some insights and recorded them in history." Zhang Zhiwei did not hide it.
Zhu Li understood.
Yes, the inheritance of the Tianshi in Tianshi Mansion is passed down from generation to generation.
The Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse method was a hot topic among the foreigners in the Ming Dynasty.
Many people want to get involved.
Zhu Li is not a stingy person.
He generously announced many details about the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse.
When those strange people in the martial arts world heard about the power of the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse, they were tempted, but they just didn't have the courage.
Faking one's own death is something that not ordinary people would dare to do.
Faking death and being buried in a coffin, isn't that nonsense?
Maybe the fake death turned into real death.
Perhaps Zhang Zhiwei knew some information about the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpses from the inheritance of heavenly masters of past generations.
Zhu Li nodded slightly and just drank his tea.
Zhang Zhiwei also stopped talking.
Only Zhang Chulan kept his eyes and ears open, and looking at the expressions of the two big guys, he dared not move.
What is this doing?
Zhang Chulan couldn't figure it out.
What Zhu Li was thinking about was nothing more than the Heavenly Master's inheritance and the Heavenly Master's ferry.
He was very curious about this method of inheritance.
Looking at the alien world over the past few hundred years, it seems that only Taoism has inherited the tradition completely, and perhaps Buddhism as well.
The inheritance of other sects or families was broken or destroyed.
The Longhu Mountain Heavenly Masters remain prosperous, and even the contemporary Heavenly Masters are extremely extraordinary. Zhu Li doesn't believe that there is no trick in this.
But he wasn't interested in asking.
"Can the junior ask the senior something?" Zhang Zhiwei spoke.
Zhu Li said, "Master, please continue."
"I dare not, I dare not." Zhang Zhiwei waved his hands repeatedly. Why does this prince like to do this?
He couldn't bear it anymore.
"I dare to speculate that the meteorite that fell from the sky in Japan was definitely not a natural phenomenon. It should be the work of Senior Chang, right?"
When Zhang Chulan heard what his master said, he was stunned.
What the hell?
The meteorite was the work of the guards of King Zhao's tomb.
real or fake.
For a moment, he seemed to be back to that night.
The first thing he saw was a blinding light, as if the sky was torn apart.
As the light faded, a huge meteorite gradually emerged.
The meteorite, with flames and thick smoke, fell rapidly to the ground like an angry fireball.
It is so huge that it almost occupies the entire field of vision. The rocks on the surface look extremely hideous under the high temperature, as if they will burst at any time.
The surface of the meteorite was covered with burning flames. The orange-red flames drew a long tail in the air, and the flames were mixed with thick gray-black smoke.
The thick smoke was thrown out in spiral lines as the meteorite moved at high speed, as if it was the breath of the god of death, making people feel extremely scared.
As the meteorite got closer, Zhang Chulan gradually felt a strong sense of oppression.
It was an irresistible force coming from gravity, as if the whole world was trembling under this force.
The huge meteorite fell from the sky like a towering mountain, bringing with it a destructive aura.
There was an extreme sense of danger in the air, and every cell in his body was warning him that this was the beginning of a disaster.
The meteorite hit the ground heavily with flames, making a deafening noise.
At that moment, the ground shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Even the yacht far outside the waters of Japan - the ship where Zhang Chulan and his crew were - sensed something.
You said such a horrible thing is controlled by humans?
Zhang Chulan felt that the world must be crazy.
Zhu Yue nodded.
“Plop——”
Zhang Chulan slid to his knees.
Very neat and tidy.
Zhu Li and Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Chulan at the same time.
"Ahem, Master, your stool is a bit slippery." Zhang Chulan smiled awkwardly and climbed up in a clumsy manner.
Zhang Zhiwei's face was full of black lines. Did he want to add more drama to himself?
This is a fucking stone bench.
Slide, slide where?
"You two, please continue. Continue." Zhang Chulan curled up his body and stretched out his hand to push forward.
The atmosphere was ruined.
Zhang Zhiwei coughed, stroked his beard and said, "Senior Chang's tactics are so powerful that even a junior like me cannot withstand them."
"You can also do it if you change your training method." Zhu Li said.
Cultivating immortality?
Zhang Zhiwei hasn't spoken yet.
Zhu Li added: "Your talent, in the Yongle period, is much stronger than Lu Hui and Liu Yijian."
"You are too kind, senior. I am an old man who will soon die. I have long lost interest in cultivation." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head with a slightly indifferent look on his face.
Zhu Li just nodded when he heard this, but did not insist.
This is the true value of the Zhengyi School.
With such a strong will, he is indeed qualified to lead the Zhengyi School.
As the sun sets, the sky is dyed a mixture of golden and fiery red.
The mountains in the distance look particularly magnificent under the reflection of the setting sun, as if covered with a golden coat.
The nearby woods were given a light orange-yellow color by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
Zhu Li took a sip of the tea and praised: "This tea is good. After several steeps, it becomes more fragrant and sweet. It is really a top-quality tea!"
Zhang Zhiwei also nodded and agreed: "Indeed, this tea not only tastes mellow, but also has a long-lasting fragrance, which makes people linger in the aftertaste."
Zhang Chulan looked at the two of them blankly.
Is it necessary to speak so harshly?
The two of them sipped tea while admiring the beautiful scenery around them.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, covering them with a golden halo.
Outside the pavilion, the autumn breeze blows gently, the fallen leaves are drifting, and the golden leaves are dancing in the air, like flying butterflies.
The lake in the distance is sparkling, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, which is a beautiful sight.
almost.
Zhu Li withdrew his gaze and gave Tang Mi a look.
Tang Mi quickly took out a few books and placed them on the table.
The books are simple and full of texture, and you can tell at first glance that they are old.
"Senior, this is"
Zhang Zhiwei was a little confused.
"Several secret books." Zhu Li said.
Zhang Zhiwei was suddenly shocked.
"senior."
Zhu Li extended his hand and explained, "If you meet someone suitable, pass it on."
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the ancient books and felt inexplicably emotional.
"These are the hard work of our predecessors. It's a pity to lose them!" Zhu Li sighed.
"Senior, can I take a look?" Zhang Zhiwei asked after a moment's hesitation.
"of course."
Zhang Zhiwei picked up the teacup, took a sip, then put it down and his eyes fell on the ancient book on the table.
He reached out and picked up the ancient book, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw three large, ancient characters written on the cover - "Qin Hu Zuan".
"This is."
This ancient book has obviously gone through the baptism of time. The leather cover is a dark brown color and is covered with tiny cracks, as if it were marks left by time.
The leather has some wear around the edges, but still maintains a sturdy feel overall.
He looked carefully at the three big characters - "Qin Hu Zuan".
The font is simple and elegant, and the strokes are smooth and powerful.
These three big characters are not just a combination of words, but also an expression of artistic conception.
Zhang Zhiwei could imagine how ambitious and brilliant the strong man who wrote this book was.
"Senior, is this the martial art that Senior Chang learned?" Zhang Zhiwei asked after putting down the ancient book.
"That's right." Zhu Li said.
Zhang Zhiwei said "oh" and felt confused.
The last successor of the Tiger-Catching Master, if I remember correctly, should be the Ghost Hand King of Quan Xing, and then the Ghost Hand King finally passed it on to the evil boy Li Muxuan. But now, no one knows whether Li Muxuan is dead or alive.
Moreover, Reverse Eight Directions is actually a restored version.
The complete version is "Qin Hu Zuan".
"This is too expensive." Zhang Zhiwei felt a lot of pressure. This kind of martial arts can lead directly to the great way, and it always feels inappropriate to place it in Longhu Mountain.
"It doesn't matter. This is what Chang Cheng meant." Zhu Li said calmly.
"Oh?" Zhang Zhiwei was puzzled.
"As I said before, the skills that people learn are the result of the hard work of their ancestors. They cannot be brought with them when they are born or taken with them when they die. Only the skills can be passed down."
"In the Ming Dynasty, when I see someone practicing the old friend's skills, I always feel warm in my heart, as if the old friend is still alive, and the old friend is not dead. Only in this way can we old guys seem to be alive."
Zhu Li's voice is naturally very attractive, and once he says something with a hint of emotion, it is easy to draw people in.
Zhang Zhiwei sighed after hearing this.
Zhang Chulan lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.
Death is not scary, being forgotten is the real abyss.
When the people who knew you well die, all your memories of the world disappear.
That's when you're truly dead.
"Nephew Chang Cheng doesn't want his craft to be lost, but he doesn't want to accept any apprentices, so this is the only way."
"I understand. The younger generation will definitely choose to inherit from those with superior mindset and talent." Zhang Zhiwei bowed.
Zhu Li said, "I would like to thank you on behalf of Chang for your kindness."
"I dare not, I dare not." Zhang Zhiwei said repeatedly.
"Speaking of which, don't forget it. Perhaps you can tell the story of 'Qin Hu Zuan' to the practitioners." Zhu Li said.
"Juniors are all ears."
"The name of the Tiger-Catching Artillery comes from Chang Cheng's grandfather, Chang Yuchun. When Chang Yuchun, the Prince of Kaiping, was young, he caught a tiger with his bare hands and tamed it. So, this is the origin of the name of the Tiger-Catching Artillery."
Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have some feeling, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that Senior Chang is also using this to pay tribute to King Kaiping."
"Maybe that's the idea." Zhu Li never says anything he is unsure of.
The sunset became even more powerful.
The orange-red sunset glows like a burning flame, decorating the sky into a dreamlike state.
The clouds seemed to be ignited by the flame, turning golden, pink, and violet, layered on top of each other, interweaving into a magnificent picture.
The mountains in the distance become soft and clear under the setting sun.
The mountains are rolling and undulating, like a sleeping dragon, stretching in twists and turns into the distance.
The snow on the top of the mountain sparkled golden in the afterglow of the setting sun, like bright diamonds inlaid in the earth.
At this time, the sea of clouds was rolling, as if it was a surging ocean.
The clouds sometimes gather, sometimes disperse, sometimes roll, and sometimes float, changing unpredictably.
Under the reflection of the setting sun, they are colorful, like a dreamlike fairyland.
In the sea of clouds, occasionally a few birds fly through, their wings sparkling in the setting sun, as if elves are dancing in the air.
The setting sun gradually sank into the horizon and the color of the sky became deeper.
The clouds in the sea of clouds began to gather and form thick clouds.
They appear even more spectacular in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were towering mountains standing between heaven and earth.
As the sunset disappeared, the sky gradually darkened and the sea of clouds gradually calmed down.
I don't know when the only dim light in the pavilion came on.
"Are you leaving, senior?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
Zhu Li said: "It's time."
As expected, Zhang Zhiwei is a talent for cultivating immortals and is very sensitive to the outside world.
This can perhaps be called the resonance between heaven and man.
"Before you leave, I have one unasked favor to ask for." Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and looked directly at Zhu Li, the dim light flickering on his old face.
Zhu Li smiled and picked up the hot teacup.
"An unsolicited request? I guess you are just like Zhou Sheng, wanting to test me, right?"
He didn't even have to guess to know what Zhang Zhiwei wanted to do.
After all, he had come this far. From the Hongwu period to the Yongle period, Zhu Li was already invincible. Only Zhu Li himself knew the feeling of never losing.
And Zhang Zhiwei is such a person. He has never lost, never lost at all.
Only the strong know how lonely it feels to be at the top.
Zhang Zhiwei originally wanted to laugh, but he couldn't hide his thoughts.
But why was Zhou Sheng added?
This made his face freeze.
These two words are a bit sensitive, one of the thirty-six thieves!
Zhang Zhiwei has his own evaluation of these thirty-six people. After all, his junior brother Zhang Huaiyi is one of them.
However, Zhang Zhiwei knew without hesitation that Zhou Sheng would definitely lose in the end.
After all, Zhou Sheng was a sorcerer, and he probably didn't know who was the master of Zhao Wang Zhu Li, the divine fortune teller Liu Bowen.
When it comes to arithmetic, Zhu Li can't lose.
Let alone magic, based on pure strength, Zhou Sheng should not be able to touch King Zhao.
Zhang Zhiwei did not dwell on this question and asked in a serious tone, "Senior, is this possible?"
Zhu Li stood up and made his attitude clear.
"Let's find an open area. This time, I want to stretch my muscles and bones, and I won't use the Nine Transformations Immortal Corpse Technique."
Zhang Zhiwei leaned back slightly, a feeling of excitement rushing to his head.
Zhu Li is tall and strong, with well-defined muscles, like a sculpture.
His eyes are deep, revealing an innate majesty and confidence.
Zhu Li stood up slowly, and at that moment, the entire training ground seemed to tremble.
His body was like a towering mountain, rising from the ground, giving people an insurmountable sense of oppression.
Every step he took was like the earth humming, and the air seemed to be torn apart by his aura, forming invisible ripples.
Zhang Zhiwei felt a powerful pressure rushing towards him, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
This kind of pressure is not only physical, but more of a shock to the soul.
Just this one movement of Zhu Li was full of power, as if his existence itself was an irresistible existence.
The god who cannot be disobeyed took off his mask.
Zhang Zhiwei's pupils gradually dilated and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.
This excitement does not come from fear or retreat, but from awe of the strong and the desire to challenge.
There was silence all around, with only the occasional sound of wind breaking the silence.
Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky, and the gray clouds seemed to reflect his inner loneliness.
He hasn't encountered a real opponent for a long time since he became invincible.
The feeling of being alone at the top was like an invisible sword, constantly piercing his soul.
"Being invincible for too long is very lonely."
He once thought that being invincible was a kind of glory and a state that countless people dreamed of.
However, when he truly stood at this pinnacle, he discovered that behind this glory lay endless loneliness and emptiness.
But the opponent finally appeared.
A mountain, like a god
This absolutely powerful opponent made Zhang Zhiwei so excited that his whole body trembled.
"Is this the real opponent? This feeling... is so great!"
His body released unprecedented strength in the trembling, and every cell seemed to be activated.
He felt as if he had returned to his youth.
At that time, he looked down upon the younger generation, and then he became invincible in the world.
Then there were a few blank decades.
Decades of boredom.
Decades without human color.
Now there was a hint of color in his life.
Who is not a genius anymore?
Zhang Zhiwei thought excitedly.
Even if he loses, he wants to know what King Zhao is capable of.
The two men confronted each other in the open space outside the pavilion.
The two of them just stood there facing each other quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Everything around became extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind and the roar of wild beasts in the distance breaking the tranquility.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the maple leaves swayed in the wind, as if an orange-red ocean was rolling.
The clouds in the sky seemed to feel this force and began to surge violently.
As the wind grew stronger, the dust around was swept up, forming a series of ochre-colored whirlwinds.
These whirlwinds intertwined and entangled in the air, as if giant dragons were dancing in the air, making bursts of low roars.
At the same time, the clouds in the sky became thicker and their color gradually deepened from deep red to inky black.
The dark clouds rolled, as if huge monsters were circling in the air, ready to pounce on the ground at any time.
The sound of thunder could be heard faintly, as if the gods were roaring.
Zhang Chulan was stunned.
Damn it, I’m serious.
The Master wants to fight with His Highness?
As a junior, he could only serve tea and water at the scene and could not get a word in at all.
To be honest, Zhang Chulan was very confident in his master, but when he thought that his opponent was Prince Zhao Zhu Li, he instantly lost his confidence.
Master, you must not die!
(End of this chapter)