Yun Chongxiao looked at Zhou Yi in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zhou Yi said: "Temujin is certainly not so naive as to think that victory in a duel can determine the ownership of the Central Plains. But for the vast territory of the Central Plains, he still has no confidence that he can swallow it all in one go, so it is necessary to use some tricks!"
"He knows that facing the southward advance of the Mongolian army, even the Central Plains, which had been scattered and fighting each other before, will surely unite and fight against the foreign enemy. So he must first use the victory or defeat of martial arts to undermine the confidence of the Central Plains martial arts community! To seize the initiative for himself!"
Yun Zhongxiao snorted disdainfully and said, "He never thought that if he loses, the consequences will be even more difficult to deal with!"
"I know Temujin!" Zhou Yi said, "This man is so powerful that he can be compared to Xiang Yu and Temujin. In his eyes, there is no such thing as failure. Moreover, if he can't even win in martial arts, the Mongolian march south is just empty talk!"
"Besides this, there are even deeper reasons!" Concubine Lei Ming suddenly said, "He clearly stated that there would be three competitions. Who would fight in them naturally became a huge problem!"
"That's right! This is where Temujin is the smartest!" Zhou Yi frowned and said, "Those three people can serve as the strongest representatives of the Central Plains martial arts to fight against the Mongolian masters. They will become the most eye-catching topic in the Central Plains martial arts in the future, and attracting attention means that fighting is inevitable!"
Yun Chongxiao was shocked and said in horror: "I didn't expect this trick. He wants to teach the Central Plains martial arts world to fight for the chance to compete first, so that he can reap the benefits!"
"Then what should we do?" Mu Yu knew the situation was urgent when he heard this, and asked hurriedly. Lei Mingfei and Yun Chongxiao heard this and slowly turned their eyes to Zhou Yi, as if waiting for his answer.
"Of course, it's to practice martial arts diligently. As long as I win the duel, no matter how skilled Temujin is, he will not be able to do anything!" Zhou Yi couldn't help but look up at the distant sky and sighed leisurely.
"It's time for me to go back to Wudang!"
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A few days later, a young man in a white robe appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain. It was the man who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Looking at the Wudang Mountain in front of him with its towering peaks, ancient trees, and mist-shrouded clouds, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel excited.
Several years have passed in a flash! Ever since Zhou Yi left the Tianshan Martial Arts Competition, he has finally returned to the old place where he has lived for more than ten years.
When they reached a pavilion halfway up the road, several Taoists with long swords on their backs suddenly jumped out from the side. The leader was so frightened when he saw Zhou Yi that he stumbled and drew his sword, asking in a trembling voice.
"You are... you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"
"Yes! What? Don't you welcome me back, senior brother?" Zhou Yi didn't care about everyone's fear. Instead, he strode forward and looked at them with a smile.
Seeing several people looking at each other, not knowing what to do, Zhou Yi smiled softly, took a deep breath, and shouted to the top of Wudang Mountain: "I will not get drunk after drinking a thousand cups. I am here to visit you!"
The whistling sound was not loud but it was very clear to the ears, as if a ray of sunshine was pouring down onto the earth from behind the dark clouds. The Wudang disciples, who were extremely bored, suddenly felt clear-headed and felt much better!
A moment later, a graceful figure in a sea-blue ancient gown leaped out from the Zixiao Palace, pushing the Wudang Tiyunzong body movement to the extreme. After a few leaps, she suddenly came in front of Zhou Yi, staring at Zhou Yi in a daze.
"Senior Sister Qiu, why don't you recognize me?" Zhou Yi said with a smile.
Qiu Ruoshui shook her head slowly and said, "You are finally back. Come with me. Grand Master has something left for you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi followed closely behind Qiu Ruoshui, quickly passing through the gate of Wudang Mountain, the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and the Zhenwu Hall, and headed towards the back mountain of Wudang.
While strolling, Zhou Yi's childhood days on Mount Wudang echoed in his mind, making him feel nostalgic. Before he knew it, he had arrived in front of a cave.
This cave is located in the center of Wudang Mountain, halfway up the hill of Yinxian Rock. There is a huge round stone gate here, about ten feet long. There are five slightly smaller columns around the stone gate, inserted into the stone wall around the stone gate. The exposed part is about ten feet long, and each stone column is about three or four feet thick.
In front of the cave are written three big characters "Tai Chi Cave". The strokes are powerful and elegant. It seems that the ultimate truth of heaven and earth is contained in these three simple characters. It is really powerful and extraordinary. I thought that this must be the handwriting of Master Tai.
As Zhou Yi's knowledge of martial arts grew, he felt that Zhang Sanfeng was unfathomable. Now that Zhou Yi's "Nine Heavens Scriptures" had reached the state of Tai Chi Guizong, his martial arts were almost the best in the world. However, facing Zhang Sanfeng's handwriting at this moment, he seemed like a boy learning to walk in Handan. All his martial arts were hidden in it without any secrets at all.
Zhou Yi stared at it for a long time before nodding deeply. He couldn't help but sigh, "I have lived in Wudang Mountain for so long, but I didn't know there was such a world behind the mountain."
Qiu Ruoshui nodded and said, "This is the place where Grand Master practiced in seclusion in his later years. Ever since the fourth generation of Wudang disciples began to enter the martial arts world in large numbers, Grand Master has stopped caring about the mundane affairs of the martial arts world. He is always hoping that you can practice the Nine Heavens Sutra to perfection as soon as possible and then return here."
"But..." At this point, Qiu Ruoshui's voice choked up involuntarily: "Until the day when Grand Master turned into an immortal, I still couldn't wait for you to come back."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but fall silent after hearing this, his eyes slowly becoming moist.
Zhou Yi was thinking about Zhang Sanfeng at this moment, thinking about every word Zhang Sanfeng said, and then comparing it with his own martial arts, he immediately felt different ideas. Every time he thought about it, he gained something different.
When Zhang Sanfeng was here, Zhou Yi did not think how valuable his guidance was, but now he knows that his greatest golden finger is to become Zhang Sanfeng's disciple. Becoming Zhang Sanfeng's disciple has laid a rock-solid foundation on Mount Wudang, and no matter what martial arts he practices, it will be a natural process and twice the result with half the effort.
Qiu Ruoshui looked at Zhou Yi's lost expression, and quickly reached out to pat Zhou Yi on the shoulder, smiling and saying, "Don't stand there stupidly, go in quickly! The things inside are all left for you by Grand Master! I know you are here for the Luoyang competition in seven days. For the reputation of the Central Plains martial arts world and the prestige of the Wudang Sect, don't let Grand Master down!"
Zhou Yi chuckled, and his eyes suddenly emitted a deep and strange light, filled with unparalleled confidence.
"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and I have never disappointed anyone." (To be continued)