After arriving at the inn in the small town at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu said to Jiumozhi and Ren Woxing, "Thank you for your generous help this time."
Ren Woxing laughed and said: "Hey, I have long been upset with those bald donkeys in Shaolin. Today I borrowed Zhang Zhenren's tiger skin to teach them a lesson and caused trouble for Wudang. I hope Zhang Zhenren will forgive me."
Zhang Sanfeng said: "Mr. Ren, you are too polite. Today's Shaolin places too much emphasis on family distinctions, and it often seems unreasonable. If this poor Taoist came here alone, I'm afraid he will only be able to take a few soft nails and return in vain. Speaking of it I also want to thank you both for mixing up the pool of water."
Jiumozhi at the side couldn't help but be overjoyed: "The little monk has been uneasy during the journey down the mountain, worried that the real person will blame the young monk for being too arrogant. Now hearing what the real person said, the little monk finally let go of his heart." ↓↓↓Let's go, ♂.￠● .￡r />
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "Ming Wang alone possesses the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, such astonishing talents are amazing, it's too late for old Taoists to admire." He always thought that the martial arts in the world belonged to one family, and they complemented each other for thousands of years Short, the real source has long been indistinguishable, so he is not restricted by the sect's opinion like ordinary masters, so he doesn't feel much about Jiumozhi stealing martial arts from other schools. The ingenuity of the seventy-two unique skills can be practiced to perfection, which is not something ordinary people can do.
Being praised by someone like Zhang Sanfeng, Jiumozhi was immediately elated: "This little trick of the little monk is like the light of a firefly in front of Master Zhang, how dare he compete with the bright moon?"
On the way they rushed to Songshan Mountain together, Jiumozhi often asked Zhang Sanfeng for advice, and was already completely convinced by his cultivation, so he changed his usual arrogance and appeared extremely humble.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly: "Ming Wang is too modest, but there is a saying in the poor way, I don't know if it should be said or not."
Hearing the inexplicable overtones lurking in his words, Jiumozhi's expression turned serious: "It's okay for a real person to say it!"
Zhang Sanfeng said slowly: "Today on the mountain, King Pindao Guanming made several shots. The seventy-two unique skills are amazing, but after all, you took a trick. When you meet a master who is proficient in the corresponding unique skills, you will inevitably suffer a disadvantage. In fact, you force the seventy-two The second stunt, in terms of power, is far inferior to your flame knife, why bother to chase after the last... "
Hearing this, Jiumozhi broke out in cold sweat: "Thank you for the teaching of the real person. In fact, the little monk has also faintly noticed it on weekdays. It's just that the name of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills is too tempting. The little monk has never been able to see through the fame and fortune. Remind me, it's like waking up from a big dream!"
Seeing that Jiumozhi had benefited a lot, Ren Woxing's eyes lit up, knowing that the opportunity was rare, he hurriedly asked: "Could Master Zhang give advice to Ren."
"Mr. Ren's words are too serious. I don't dare to give advice. Let's just treat it as a chat between friends." Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Ren's previous moves, whether it is eyesight or moves, are top-notch existences in the world. It's a pity that I can't do my best every time I make a move, as if I have some scruples all the time, could it be that there is some hidden danger in the master's star-absorbing method?"
Ren Woxing was startled at first, and then smiled wryly: "The real person really has sharp eyes. Originally, this was Ren's biggest secret, but now the people present here are not outsiders, so Ren will not hide it." The true qi is infested, and you have to allocate 30% of your internal energy to suppress these different kinds of true qi on weekdays.
"A few years ago I came up with a solution in the Iron Prison of West Lake, but it only treated the symptoms but not the root cause." Ren Woxing smiled bitterly. If it wasn't for this, why did he need to use tricks to win the monk.
"This..." The strange disease in Ren Woxing's body immediately made the three masters look at each other, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard with a solemn expression, "Mr. Ren, it may take some time for Pindao to come up with a solution, but recently It may take a while for Pindao to come up with a solution to save my disciples."
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng said that it would take some time to come up with a solution, Ren Woxing couldn't help but be overjoyed, with the other party's cultivation base and status, unless he was certain, he would never promise easily: "Naturally, save the Wudang heroes first, Ren can afford to wait this little time, so I would like to thank Master Zhang in advance."
Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Father-in-law, I actually have a solution."
As soon as these words came out, the other three people turned their gazes to him at once, their eyes full of shock.
You must know that Ren Woxing is a stunning talent, but he has been troubled by this problem for decades, and he still has not thought of a perfect solution. Jiumozhi is also a master of masters. Hearing this problem, he just felt dizzy. Foggy, I can't think of any ideas in a short time; Zhang Sanfeng has the highest cultivation base and the most profound knowledge. After listening to it, I have a few conjectures in my mind, but it takes time to verify; Song Qingshu is the youngest, but he also thought of the solution so quickly. Falun Gong, and the tone is more determined than Zhang Sanfeng, how can the three of them not be proficient.
Song Qingshu's family knows his own family affairs. The three in front of him are all super masters who have been famous for at least decades. In terms of pure martial arts knowledge, he may not be able to compare with any of them. But who let him have a cheat, he naturally knows the original work Zhonglinghu Chong's star-absorbing big. Law flaw was finally solved by a formula in the "Yi Jin Jing", and now the "Yi Jin Jing" is in his own hands.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but want to hold Azi in his arms and love her, what a caring little girl!
"I'll be embarrassed if you stare at me like this," Song Qingshu said with a shy smile, noticing the strange expressions of the three of them, "But I also need time to verify my inference, father-in-law, wait for this matter, I will kiss Heimuya."
Ren Woxing immediately smiled, he would of course find his son-in-law rather than owe Zhang Sanfeng a favor, and he has seen Song Qingshu's martial arts, and he is still superior to himself, so naturally he will not worry that the other party is bragging: "Hahaha, Yingying to the old man I found a good son-in-law!"
Song Qingshu laughed along with her, but she could not stop complaining in her heart: You forced her to marry me, so why did she find it by herself? But I just hope that there will be more acts of giving away my daughter like this.
Several people continued chatting for a while, Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng bid farewell to them, and Ren Woxing wanted to go back to recuperate from his wounds, while Jiumozhi thought about finding the remaining volumes of "Little Wuxiang Gong" to complete his inner strength, so there was no objection.
At night, two people, one old and one young, sneaked into Shaolin Temple silently like two phantoms.
Seeing that there is the Sutra Pavilion not far away, Song Qingshu said with a chuckle: "Grand Master, the two of us join forces, the world is so big that even a dragon's pool and a tiger's den can walk sideways."
Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed: "Be careful!"
Song Qingshu also noticed that there was a slight abnormality in the airflow around his body, and there was no sign of this attack beforehand. He was startled, and immediately used the kung fu of turning a raccoon in the shape of a snake in the Nine Yin Scriptures, and rolled to the ground, looking embarrassed unbearable
During the Chinese New Year, various visits to relatives, coupled with a fever a few days ago, caused the update to be unstable. I would like to say sorry here.
Started to resume normal updates today, at least two chapters a day
By the way, I would like to thank all the readers who have supported me during this period of time, and thank you for your continued support!