…

With no choice but to die, he could only hang his head and return to Mount Emei with his disciples.

The Yitian Sword is not only the inherited treasure of Emei, but also the sword of the ancestor, so they have no choice but to pay attention to it.

Lin Yan, who was heading towards Wudang, didn't know that when he came to the foot of Wudang, there was solemnity on Mount Emei.

At the Emei Golden Summit, Mie Mie was standing in front of a young, beautiful and indifferent woman. In addition to Mie Mie and the young woman, there was also an old Taoist nun.

Emei carefully talked about every move in Wudang.

The young woman ignored him and still closed her eyes.

However, when she mentioned that the Yitian Sword had been taken away by a strange Taoist, and she did not conceal the strange Taoist's mutterings, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and stared at her with a burning gaze.

Staring at him, Miejie panicked and asked, "What's wrong with the Patriarch?"

Guo Xiang ignored her and murmured to herself: "Grandpa Lin, when you left me and Jun Bao, eighty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Grandpa, father, mother, Uncle Yang, aunt, eldest sister, Polu, etc., all passed away one after another!

I have never seen a trace of you, but whether it is Xiang'er, Junbao, or Sister Long, I believe that you are in some corner of the world, watching us silently.

Xian'er, Junbao, and Sister Long have all lived up to your teachings.

Not only have you achieved success in your studies, but you have also passed on your own traditions and traditions for you!"

The figure flashed and was already a hundred meters away.

"I will punish you with one month of confinement, Fengling, you will supervise it as my master!

If you dare to engage in malpractice for personal gain, you will be punished."

"Yes, master!"

Miejie looked at the unpredictable speed, which was completely beyond the scope of the so-called light gong.

He said nervously: "Master, will the Patriarch punish his disciples?"

Master Fengling was also in disbelief at this moment.

After a long time, he collected his thoughts and said: "Disciple, you should be lucky that the Taoist priest doesn't care about you, a junior.

Otherwise, I can’t save you as a teacher...

Your master once led me to search for a Taoist.

According to her master, that man was not only her mentor who taught her martial arts concepts, but also the master of Wudang Master Zhang.

The man from the ancient tomb was rescued from his infancy and taught martial arts.

Moreover, he was also the instructor of the master's parents, Guo Daxia, Huang Nuxia, Yang Daxia and others.

It can be said that that person is the real old antique.

Even to a certain extent, whether it is ancient tombs, Wudang, or Emei, it is that person’s orthodoxy.

That person is at least one hundred and sixty years old now.

On a deeper level, Huashan must also be called that Patriarch."

The more Fengling said, the paler her face turned. At this moment, she wanted to strangle the eldest disciple to death.

"Master, that Taoist priest looks very young..."

She still held on to that glimmer of hope, hoping to convince herself.

However, the reality is very cruel, Fengling said: "Disciple, since that person can teach Zhang Zhenren, a master like your master has already taken part in nature.

What’s more, have you ever seen your master’s face look old?”

Miejie slumped down on the ground. Fengling shook her head. She knew very well about her disciple.

He must have offended that person, "Well, now that it has happened, you must take this as a warning in the future and rein in your impulsive and violent temper.

Just face the wall honestly. I think as a senior, I won't be as familiar with you as a junior.

Otherwise, how can you come back alive..."

…

In Wudang Zixiao Palace, after Zhang Sanfeng felt his heart palpitating, he directly summoned his disciples to discuss it.

It's just that the results haven't been reached yet, word has spread outside the door and someone is visiting.

Reluctantly, he took a few disciples to the front mountain, but when they saw the young Taoist, what Zhang Sanfeng did made his disciples stunned and unbelievable.

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed. He came to the young Taoist in an instant and said respectfully: "Master, you finally showed up. I haven't seen you for almost a hundred years. My disciples thought you..."

Lin Yan smiled and said: "Jun Bao, get up.

Congratulations, your true energy has now transformed into true essence, and has even solidified to the point where you can harness the golden elixir of martial arts.

You did not disappoint me, and finally became a great master who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Bodhidharma throughout the ages.

As for being a teacher, if you think too much, you won't be dead for a while.

I just don’t know if those two girls, Long’er and Xiang’er, have reached your level.”

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Thank you so much, master. I am a lucky disciple.

Moreover, when it comes to Tao understanding and martial arts attainments, the master is the first person in history.

Guo Xiang and Sister Long should soon reach the level of disciples."

Suddenly he looked at the people behind him and said, "Why don't you come and see your master?"

Master? Master’s master? But they have never heard the master say that.

Not daring to be careless, he stepped forward and said: "Disciple Song Yuanqiao pays homage to the master..."

"Disciple..."

Lin Yan nodded, and a soft inner force made the famous Wudang heroes in the world involuntarily stand up.

"Okay, get up, no need to be polite.

I have also heard in the world that although your qualifications are far inferior to yours, your conduct is not bad.

After all, the qualifications of your masters may not be seen even in hundreds of years.

If you have nothing to do, practice more. If you don’t understand, ask your master."

"Yes, Master!"

…

Lin Yan came to Wudang and lived temporarily. He often discussed Taoism with Zhang Junbao. Zhang Junbao's Tai Chi method was indeed profound and it inspired him a lot.

The initial bottleneck of the martial arts golden elixir, which had not seen progress for a hundred years, was actually slightly loosened.

He was overjoyed, but before he could retreat, for the Wudang disciples, they once again welcomed two giant Buddhas and two living legends.

Xiao Longnu and Guo Xiang came together and naturally exchanged pleasantries.

Lin Yan even threw the Hunyuan Zhenjing and Xiantian Shenggong in the ring, two works he had devoted more than a hundred years of effort to, as well as the deduced exercises, Qinggong Wudong, directly to the three of them, and let them see for themselves.

Anyway, for the current few people, his few techniques cannot shake the way of these guys.

They have all embarked on their own path to martial arts and will not be unwise and give up their training.

“Remember, there is no end to the road, when you can’t make progress no matter what.

Those who are willing can try to see if they can break the shackles of heaven and earth and escape from the shackles of heaven.

Of course, everything is just speculation, and the certainty is really slim.

So the decision is up to you, whether to live in the world of martial arts for a while longer or to give it all a go is up to you."

Several people were anxious, they heard a different meaning.

"master!"

"Grandpa Lin..."

"Uncle Lin..."

"Haha, why are you so anxious? Even if I make a desperate move, I will say goodbye to you unless there are force majeure factors."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Master, I wonder what state you are in now?"

"The innate true essence is solidified, forming a golden, non-existent point in the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, which is the golden elixir of martial arts.
Chapter completed!