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Outside the yard.

As soon as Tong Yonghong and Tong Zaiqing came out, they saw the Taoist priest Changhe who had come back from not far away. They immediately ran away. They dared to come in just now, but someone was following nearby and told them that the Taoist priest Changhe had left, so they dared to go in. One of the reasons why the two did not dare to continue to attack Wang Cheng was because they were afraid of delaying the time, Taoist priest Changhe came back.

Unfortunately, it is a blessing or not a disaster, but a disaster is ultimately unavoidable.

As soon as they left the house, Taoist Changhe suddenly came back.

When he saw Tong Jia and the other two, Taoist priest Changhe burst out without warning.

"Tong Yonghong, you still dare to come to find my apprentice? You are looking for death!"

Changhe shouted angrily, his breath burst out, and his body rushed towards the two of them in an instant.

Tong Yonghong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted to his nephew Tong Zaiqing: "Run quickly!" After that, he exerted force with his feet, turned around and ran towards the gate.

Tong Zaiqing's face also had a hurried step to follow his uncle's steps.

The two of them really ran away from the news and did not dare to hesitate at all.

Taoist Changhe didn't mean to leave the two of them. He just came to the door in two steps and instantly narrowed half of the distance between them. Then he suddenly stood still, his fists roared, and a muffled thunder sounded out of thin air, and a Tiangang Fist thunder blasted out of thin air.

boom……

The power of the sky as if it was falling.

A ray of energy instantly whistled out of the fist of the Taoist Changhe. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Tong Zaiqing who ran out. He hit him hard and hit him hard. He flew out directly, and then hit Tong Yonghong in front again. As the qi burst, he spit out a large mouthful of blood while hitting the two of them. You could hear the crisp sound of bone shattering, and they rolled out more than ten meters away before stopping.

However, after the two of them stopped on the ground in a mess, they did not dare to stop at all. They did not dare to turn their heads back, endured the stinging pain all over their bodies, got up and ran away.

Taoist Changhe did not continue to chase after him. After all, it was impossible to kill the two of them, so he stood at the door and watched the two of them roll and crawl out.

Wang Cheng ran out the fastest and happened to see this scene. When he saw Tong Yonghong and Tong Zaiqing, the uncle and nephew, were as embarrassed and fearful as a sheep when he saw a tiger, which was completely different from the arrogance and strength he had faced him before. A smile appeared on his face. However, he also thought in his heart that it seemed that there must have been a grudge between Wu Shengshan and Tong Jia.

Otherwise, Master Changhe would not have seen the people of Tong Jia, and he looked so angry.

After taking two steps forward, Wang Cheng stood behind the master and said respectfully: "Master. They are here to ask me to treat their family elders."

Taoist priest Changhe calmed down his breath, but his face was still slightly red. It was obvious that his emotions had not been completely calmed down, and his eyes were extremely solemn. He turned around and walked in with an extremely heavy pace. Instead, he asked in a faint tone: "Did you agree?"

Wang Cheng followed up and shook his head and said, "No."

Taoist Changhe snorted coldly and said, "Wu Shengshan does not interact with the bannermen, remember this rule."

"Yes. I'll keep it in mind!"

Wang Cheng agreed seriously.

Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun all hurriedly ran out. Seeing Taoist Changhe and Master Wang Cheng and disciples walking in quietly, the three of them hurriedly stopped and saw Taoist Changhe with serious faces. Everyone dared not speak, but just followed behind and walked in quietly.

When they entered the room, the three of them left consciously, leaving only Wang Cheng and Taoist Master Changhe.

The atmosphere in the room became very depressing.

Wang Cheng didn't say anything, and just stood behind Master Changhe, silently chanting Taoist Huang Ting in his heart, his eyes a little empty, like a pool of stagnant water.

Taoist Changhe stood there with his hands upright like a mountain. He looked up at the roof without saying anything. His breath was inhaled and he caused the airflow in the room to be extremely active, and a breeze was flowing around.

Bang!

Suddenly, the Taoist priest Changhe waved his hand, stretched out his palm, pressed it in the void, and a stream of air rushed out, hitting the roof, making a crisp sound, and then a very tiny thing fell on it.

Dong...

This was a dead fly corpse, falling from the beam of the house and falling to the ground. It should have been a very slight sound, a sound that ordinary people cannot hear. However, in Wang Cheng's ears, there was a loud sound like a drumstick. The fly's corpse bounced on the ground twice, and Wang Cheng could hear each sound clearly.

"master……"

Wang Cheng was extremely shocked and shouted in a low voice.

He knew that this feeling was not because his hearing became so outrageous, but because the master Taoist Changhe used the powerful control skills in the Tiangang boxing technique and attached some force to the corpse of the fly. This force would explode when it touched the object, so the fly would make such a sound when it hit the ground.

Such methods are really strange and unpredictable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are gods and immortals.

Everyone knows that force is invisible and intangible. It requires interaction to be powerful, and force cannot exist out of thin air. It requires dynamic objects to move. But at this time, the old Taoist priest Changhe actually attached his force to other objects to save it separately, and only after being touched will it explode.

Wang Cheng couldn't even imagine such a force technique, and it violated the current theoretical basis of physics.

Taoist Changhe turned to look at Wang Cheng, his eyes had returned to calm, and there was no longer the irritability and murderous intention of seeing the two of Tong Jia just now, and said lightly: "The two of Tong Jia actually asked me to come to the head of Wu Sheng Mountain. It seems that they are desperate now, and the old ghost of Tong Jia deserves to die. Do they threaten you with the lost martial arts of Wu Sheng Mountain?"

Wang Cheng nodded and admitted: "Yes, he said it was the Wusheng Mountain martial arts that was plundered by Emperor Qianlong during the Qianlong period. Because Qianlong asked to become a unique skill in the royal family, Wusheng Mountain was cut off from its inheritance."

Taoist Changhe clenched his fists together. After walking two steps back and forth, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, more than two hundred years ago, Qianlong issued an imperial edict to submit all martial arts schools in the world to submit martial arts to become a royal unique skill, which was a disaster for the martial arts world at that time. I, Wusheng Mountain, handed in a boxing technique, and Shaolin was forced to handed in two boxing techniques. Wudang Mountain also handed in a boxing technique..."

Although Wang Cheng already knew about this, he still felt anger in his heart when he heard the master talk about it.

"My master was still very young at that time. I saw with my own eyes that the master of Tong Jia went to Wusheng Mountain to search for boxing books and took away many cultural relics and classics from the previous year. Therefore, although Emperor Qianlong was extremely hateful at that time, Tong Jia was also an absolute robber! If it weren't for the foundation of Wusheng Mountain at that time, Tong Jia would have been exterminated by my Wusheng Mountain ancestor."

The anger in Taoist Changhe's eyes burned again, and his voice trembled, saying, "And the boxing technique I lost in Wusheng Mountain. When I was a child, I heard from my master that the boxing technique that was stolen was the true supreme secret technique of Wusheng Mountain. It was just too profound. No one has been able to practice it since the first generation of ancestors and has been idle there."

"Emperor Qianlong issued an order to ask for a martial arts. At that time, the ancestor of my Wusheng Mountain gave out this supreme boxing technique that no one had practiced. If he had made a bad hand, he would not have caused the martial arts technique of my Wusheng Mountain, and at the same time, he would not have allowed the bannerman to practice my Wusheng Mountain boxing technique to do evil."

Taoist Changhe simply told this.

Wang Cheng's face was calm because he roughly guessed the facts. Now, when he heard from the master, he thought that it was indeed the case.

Qianlong was the lord of the Chinese world at that time, gathering many great masters. In addition, some Taoist alchemy methods were unable to understand the essence of it. It can be seen that the depth of this boxing technique is definitely greater than that of ordinary martial arts. At least above Tiangang boxing technique.

So Wang Cheng just thought it was a supreme boxing technique that could be compared with Zhoutian boxing. At this time, he heard from the master, but he didn't expect that this boxing technique was still above Zhoutian boxing. Because it was too profound, no one had practiced it except the first generation of ancestors!

In this way, the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain is terrifying, and it is definitely above the Vajra Sect, the master of Monk Mingde.

Wang Cheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked curiously: "Master, what is the name of this boxing technique that I lost in Wu Shengshan?"

Taoist Changhe suppressed the anger that rose in his heart, looked at Wang Cheng deeply, then picked up the Huangting Inner Sutra that Wang Cheng had just read on the table and handed it to him, and said, "According to my master, this boxing technique is called Huangting Shenglong. There were classics recorded at that time, and my master had read it. According to records, this boxing technique was passed down from the Taoist ancestor, not my Wusheng Mountain, but the ancestor of the entire Taoist sect. It is of the same origin as the Huangting Inner Sutra, but it is more profound than the Huangting Inner Sutra, and can also burst out with unpredictable power of gods and ghosts."

Huangting? Shenglong? Are the same origin as Huangting Inner Jing?

Wang Cheng was shocked again, holding the Huangting Inner Scene in his hand tightly. This scripture can be said to be the general outline of Taoist internal martial arts in all dynasties. Taoist martial arts with the same origin as this are indeed extremely profound.

He thought a lot in his mind. Thinking of the word "Shenglong" and the real dragon boxing technique he practiced, he asked again: "But is the Dragon-shaped Fist?"

Changhe shook his head, expressed his lack of knowledge, sighed softly, and said, "The information about this Huangting Shenglong boxing is no longer found. No one has practiced it for two thousand years, so there are few records in the previous classics. And in the reign of Emperor Qianlong, he issued an order to destroy all the classics about this scripture in Wusheng Mountain. Only my Wusheng Mountain Martial Secret Collection is still preserved, but the martial arts Secret Collection must be carried out step by step. If you cannot practice the Zhoutian Secret Technique, you will not be able to see this Huangting Shenglong boxing! I can only say that Tiangang Fist is an entry-level one. Maybe I can't even see Zhoutian Fist in my life!"

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest Changhe looked full of regret.

Wang Cheng frowned slightly, and a halo flashed in his eyes. One of the reasons why he didn't deal with the other party just now was that he knew that Wu Shengshan had a secret martial arts treasure. As long as Wu Shengshan's martial arts could not be truly cut off, it was just to see if the martial arts practitioners could reach that level.

However, he still whispered: "Master, after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, why didn't I, Wu Shengshan, recover this boxing technique?"

Taoist Changhe laughed, looked at Wang Cheng, and asked solemnly: "Wang Cheng, although my Wusheng Mountain has been passed down for two thousand years, among the major martial arts schools in China, it has the longest history and the deepest heritage. But do you know that the martial arts background of Aixin Jueluo family is deeper than our Wusheng Mountain?"

Wang Cheng's eyes were wide open, obviously not convinced, but then Emperor Qianlong felt relieved after collecting martial arts in the world.

Taoist Changhe continued: "The royal family must be the most powerful and profound in China in all dynasties. However, every dynasty changes, the royal family will not have a good end. At the least, the whole family will be destroyed, and at the worst, the nine clans will be killed. It is not surprising that the new dynasty in history digs its ancestral graves. However, the Qing Dynasty was the last dynasty, so when the dynasty was destroyed, the royal bloodline and family background were preserved. Moreover, the Aisin Jueluo family also produced an Emperor Qianlong who was keen on learning martial arts. For this reason, although the martial arts collected were not complete and not systematic, there were always some people who would offer their profound unique skills for glory and wealth."

"I only lost to one person in the thirty years after my master Taoist Xuan Ding learned martial arts. Do you know who this person is?"

Wang Cheng looked very shocked. Although he had guessed it in his heart, he still shook his head gently. It was the first time he heard these secrets that ordinary people could not imagine, and it seemed that he had discovered the other side of the world for the first time.

Changhe looked distant, looked out the window and said in a deep voice: "It's the master of the Aisin Jueluo family. This top master fought with my master for a whole day and night. In the end, both of them almost exhausted their qi and blood. As a result, my master Xuan Ding lost a move. It was also because of that battle that my master injured the qi and blood and died early; at the same time, because of this, he went to Wudang Mountain and fought Wudang Mountain with one person without any power to fight back, so that Wudang Mountain could be blocked for a hundred years without leaving, so as to protect Wusheng Mountain from being violated by Wudang for a hundred years."

"Otherwise, my master, Taoist Master Xuan Ding, was able to achieve great success in Tiangang boxing. His qi and blood were unimaginable. His life span was at least 150 years. By then, he could truly become invincible in the world. It was not impossible to eliminate Aixin Jueluo! So my master also began to accept disciples and inherit Wu Shengshan when his body was injured and weak..."

Wang Chengting was in a state of great emotion, and many of the doubts about Wu Sheng Mountain, the ancestors, and the land of China were resolved.

At the same time, he also felt the pressure was huge and Aisinjue Luo was so strong?

What about now?

He looked at his master Changhe and asked seriously: "Master, what about now? Where is Aixin Jueluo's family now?"
Chapter completed!