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In dusk.

Wang Cheng rode his bicycle and took the little girl Wang Yuanyuan to the station to Wusheng Mountain and handed the bicycle to the little girl.

"Okay, I'm here, you go back soon. Don't go out at night, do you know? The classmate told you not to go."

Wang Cheng said seriously, and was still worried that this little girl was alone at home. Since she was in good health, he thought that he would try to accompany her at any time in the future and take her with her, so he would rest assured.

Even if I get used to some problems, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm not in danger of my life, so I can have more time with her.

Wang Yuanyuan curled her lips and groaned: "I know, ??????????????????????? Wang Cheng was helpless at the girl's willfulness. He knew that he was reluctant to leave by himself. He smiled and said: "Okay, then I'll leave. I'll accompany you next semester. Remember to eat on time, don't eat cold, eat when it's hot, and practice boxing on time. If I come back, I know you're lazy, I'll punish you twice."

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes were red, she nodded and said nothing. She waved to Wang Cheng who was getting on the bike, turned around and rode her bicycle toward her home.

Wang Cheng sat in the car and saw Wang Yuanyuan disappear at the intersection. Then he closed his eyes slightly. The car started moving and opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and without any emotion. He had a strange life in the past two days. He fell down and his congenital heart disease was cured inexplicably. His eyes could also see some wonderful light balls inside jade and antiques. When he touched it, a trace of the light ball would flow into his body. I don’t know what impact it would have on his body.

For the time being, Wang Cheng could not feel that the light ball had a good or bad effect on him. His body was just better than before. He believed that this was a natural reaction after his heart disease recovered.

Half an hour later, Wang Cheng arrived at the foot of Wusheng Mountain. Wang Cheng was almost the only one left when the bus arrived here. It was dusk time, and no one came back to Zangding Temple at this time.

It was already evening when I walked all the way to Wusheng Mountain.

Taoist Qingsong personally sent Wang Cheng to the hospital yesterday. When he saw Wang Cheng, he looked at Wang Cheng's head curiously and carefully. Yesterday, blood was flowing from Shanghai on his forehead, but now there was only a faint scar.

"Wang Cheng, come with me."

Taoist Qingsong said to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng followed up honestly and said curiously: "Master Qingsong, what are you looking for for me?"

"It's not me looking for you, it's Master Changsong who is looking for you."

Qingsong said, "Your injury is fine, right?"

Wang Cheng nodded and smiled and said, "It's okay, thank you for sending me to the hospital yesterday, priest."

"It's fine. You're still young. If you leave any hidden wounds on your head, it will affect you for the rest of your life, so you should be careful. Master Changsong looks for you, as if he is asking about Daozang."

Qingsong said as she walked: "The day after tomorrow, there is a European cultural exchange group coming, mainly religious and cultural people. How about the part of the Taoist sect you sorted out?"

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "It's almost done. It can be completed in half a day tomorrow, so it won't be delayed."

“This is the best.”

Qingsong did not ask much and took Wang Cheng to the yard behind Zangding Temple: "Master Changxu is inside, you go in by yourself, I'll leave first."

Wang Cheng nodded and watched Qingsong leave before he pushed the door open and walked into this independent small courtyard. He knew that this small courtyard was a very strange existence on Wusheng Mountain. It was not the residence of the temple master, Taoist Changxu, but the residence of Taoist Changhe, the senior brother of Taoist Changhe, and it was the most special existence on Wusheng Mountain.

Because Taoist Master Changhe is the oldest and oldest Taoist priest on Wusheng Mountain, or it can be said to be an old martial artist.

According to the information that Wang Cheng knew, Taoist Master Changhe was over 80 years old. When he was young, he was a Taoist priest on the Tibetan Tripod Temple. Unfortunately, in that era, Taoist Master Changhe learned martial arts at the age of 18 and wanted to go down the mountain to be a hero. Because the chaotic times were the time when heroes appeared, the martial arts learners who did not have a blood box did not want to become great heroes. As a result, they almost died at the hands of a group of bandits and were rescued by an army at that time. So Taoist Master Changhe joined the miscellaneous army at that time.

Later, this army conquered the entire country.

Wang Cheng didn't know many of the legends and could not be verified.

I only knew that Taoist Changhe returned to Wusheng Mountain after the founding of the People's Republic of China. They were all special existences in Wusheng Mountain and even Jiangzhou. Perhaps only the old man from the Yang family in Tai Chi Pavilion was comparable to those of him.

Both are old martial artists, both ruthless people who killed people when they were young. They lived in seclusion in the elderly and began to cultivate their nature and hardly took action. The experience, choice, and the current situation are exactly the same.

Yesterday, Liu Qing was injured by Taoist Priest Changhe. Wang Cheng guessed that Taoist Priest Changhe probably wanted to test the person Renhetang, so he took action himself. Otherwise, as Taoist Priest Changhe, he would not easily attack a junior, and at most he would let his disciples compete with him.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Cheng felt a little guilty, because he had cured Liu Qing, and he was also the one who attracted the attention of Taoist Priest Changhe. Seeing Taoist Priest Changxu sitting on a table drinking tea in front of him, Taoist Priest Changhe was standing on the stone, with a unique horse stance, his hands pressing against his chest, his face turned slightly red, and he kept inhaling, his chest slightly undulating, and his chest was slightly undulating, dozens of meters away, Wang Cheng could feel the strong breath and a hint of heat.

"Wang Cheng has met Taoist Master Changsong and Taoist Master Changhe."

Wang Cheng said respectfully.

Taoist Master Changsong had almost never left Wang Cheng. He spent the whole morning in the Tibetan tripod, comparing every pattern and carving of the Tibetan tripod with the data picture in an all-round way. There was no mistake, and it was exactly the same, that is, the animal head carving on the semicircular copper ball in the middle was gone.

This matter is definitely extraordinary. Taoist Master Changsong has sent someone to investigate all the information about Wang Cheng and find out Wang Cheng's identity and origin. He thinks it should be fine. He has a very simple life experience and then sent someone to take a little powder from the hidden tripod to a professional institution for age identification.

Taoist Master Changsong was always uneasy. The changes in the Tibetan tripod made him afraid and fear that the bronze tripod that had been passed down for thousands of years would be replaced. If something happened in his hands, he would not say what the country would do about him. He would have no face to face it just because he was the ancestor of the Tibetan tripod for generations.

"Wang Cheng, how did you sort out your part of the Daozang?"

Master Changsong suppressed the questions in his heart.

Wang Cheng: "It will be completed tomorrow."

"Okay, the injury on the head is fine, right?"

Taoist Master Changsong relaxed his heart.

"It's okay, it's just skin trauma."

Wang Cheng said with a smile.

"Well, there are some things I have recently, don't go down the mountain. After a week, you will leave after your job is over."

Taoist Master Changsong said.

Wang Cheng nodded. He never thought that he would go down the mountain. It was the same thing that he had to go back and forth. In the remaining week, he would explore more information about Daozang and some martial arts secrets of Wusheng Mountain.

"Okay, you go down and go clean the Tibetan tripod as usual tomorrow."

Taoist Master Changsong waved his hand and signaled that Wang Cheng could leave.

Wang Cheng looked curiously at Taoist Changhe who had been standing on the stone with horse stances. He was very curious about this legendary figure, but just looking at the horse stance, he could not tell anything. He could only say that the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain are different from the three mainstream internal martial arts in China nowadays, and they have their own set. After all, it is said that it was passed down from the Three Kingdoms period. There is also the saying that it is the unique martial arts of Wusheng Guan Yu, but it is impossible to verify. It has been improved by generations of so-called alchemy masters from the Tibetan Ding Temple, forming the current Wusheng Mountain martial arts.

Unfortunately, there has never been any particularly powerful figure in the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain in Jiangzhou except Taoist Changhe. For decades, Taoist Changhe's senior brothers and disciples have not performed well.

He turned around and left until Wang Cheng closed the door of the courtyard outside the door. Taoist Master Changsong retracted his gaze, looked at Taoist Master Changhe, and asked seriously: "Senior Brother, have you noticed it?"

Taoist Changhe has a silver-white buzz cut. Just looking at his face, it is similar to an ordinary elderly person in his fifties. He has not had many wrinkles. Instead, his face is full and rosy, and his eyes are bright. He definitely doesn't look like a person who is almost ninety years old.

"Junior brother, this guy is a bit not simple. Since entering this yard, his breathing and heartbeat have not changed. I couldn't do this concentration when I was young. However, my eyes were clear and my tone was calm. I should not be a traitor or evil person. I have seen the hidden cauldron, and absolutely no one can replace it. There are at least ten pairs of eyes on the mountain for twenty-four hours. I don't believe anyone can change it quietly with such great magical powers."

As soon as Taoist Master Changhe opened his mouth, his voice was low and full of energy: "The carvings on the central copper ball are gone. It's really strange. I don't know why. Maybe it was because of the ages and months, and it was naturally worn out."

"Senior brother, the carving on the copper ball is sun-carved, the beast's head is protruding, and one centimeter of the protruding surface is impossible to be worn away by wind and rain. Even if it is scraped with a knife, it will take a long time to smooth it. Now it is as smooth as a mirror and there is nothing left."

Taoist Priest Changsong smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know how to tell the Ministry of Culture now. After they come to see it, they will definitely doubt it. I really can't explain it clearly by then."

"Then I won't say it."

Taoist Priest Changhe said confidently.

"But if you don't say it, you will be discovered sooner or later, and it will be even more difficult to explain. You will say that I am guilty and conceal it without reporting it."

Taoist Master Changsong was helpless.

"Hmph, if you can't explain it clearly, we have a clear conscience. If anyone causes trouble for us, I will personally deal with it."

Taoist Master Changhe jumped off the stone, his breath sank, his feet fell on the ground, and with a muffled sound, the two footprints were clearly printed on the ground. Looking closely, there was a circle around the stone, which was fifty centimeters wide, with a deep one of more than thirty centimeters and a shallow one of twenty centimeters.

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Wang Cheng came to the place where ordinary Taoist priests lived in Zangding Temple. His room was here, and he lived in the same room with a Taoist priest named Qingyang.

"Wang Cheng, I heard that you were hospitalized after being injured and were back so soon? Is it okay?"

Qingyang was stomping his horse stance in the room, which was somewhat similar to the horse stance of Taoist Changhe just now, but there was no charm. When he saw Wang Cheng pushing the door in, he stopped the horse stance and asked with concern.

Wang Cheng pointed to his forehead and smiled and said, "It's okay, I just kowtowed my head accidentally and broke a hole. Isn't that better."

Qingyang looked at it and found that there was indeed only a little scar. He had been in Zangdingguan for five years, and went up the mountain at the age of fifteen. He practiced martial arts for four years. Sometimes he had a conversation with his brothers and knew a little about the damage caused by the bruises.

"That's good. Come and see how I should practice this set of boxing to get the feeling as fast as possible."

Qingyang was sure that Wang Cheng's injury was fine, so he couldn't wait to pull Wang Cheng to give him guidance on martial arts.

Yes, guidance.

Although Wang Cheng has only been here for three months and has only been acquainted with Qingyang for less than three months, in these three months, Qingyang's martial arts has made faster progress than in the past three years.

"Oh? Taoist Master Changhe has taught you new boxing techniques?"

Wang Cheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his heart moved slightly.

The martial arts that Qingyang used to learn were the foundation of Wusheng Mountain, that is, some stance techniques and boxing techniques that regulate breathing and qi and blood in the body. After practicing for more than three years, because of understanding, I was unable to understand the essence of these boxing techniques. Under the guidance of Wang Cheng, I directly understood the essence of these boxing techniques. After a few months, I made great progress and made great progress. I was valued by Master Changhe. Last month, I had learned the last basic method of Wusheng Mountain. Now if I learn new boxing, it must be the real core martial arts of Wusheng Mountain.

"Well, the master taught me a trick to go down the mountain. I practiced it a few times, but it still didn't work. It would be great if you come back. Please give me some advice."

Qingyang couldn't wait to say, standing in the middle of the room, he spread it out.
Chapter completed!