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Taoist Changhe gently put down the teacup, smiled proudly, and said, "This is my apprentice, Wang Cheng, Taoist name Yuanding...you should know."

Wang Cheng bowed his fists to the three of them again.

The old Taoist priest who looked about the same age as Changhe also nodded slightly, looked at Wang Cheng, without hiding his appreciation, and smiled: "Indeed, we must know that Wang Cheng, who is famous all over the world, is about to become the number one master in the world. I think no one in the world doesn't know. Now I don't know how many people want to become Wang Cheng's disciples."

Wang Cheng clasped his fists seriously and said, "I dare not take it."

The old Taoist priest immediately restrained his smile, looked at Wang Cheng and nodded, "No, you can afford it. Now you do not only represent you personally, nor do you represent you Wusheng Mountain. You represent all the martial arts practitioners in my land of China. You are the best in the world, so if you stand up straight, you must be able to afford it."

A flash of light flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes. He looked at the old Taoist priest seriously and nodded, "Yes, what the senior said is that the juniors are not thinking well."

The martial arts competition was held by the official government, and the world gathered masters to gather together to compete. It represents the level of martial arts practitioners in the entire land of China. Therefore, the responsibility on Wang Cheng’s shoulders at this time was indeed not only for individuals and teachers, but also for the faces of thousands of warriors in the entire land of China.

If he was defeated by masters from other countries abroad, others would definitely look down on the martial arts practitioners in the entire land of China. Thinking of this, Wang Cheng felt even heavier in his heart.

Changhe glanced over the three of them and said, "Wang Cheng. This is Taoist Master Hua Chen from Wudang Mountain."

It was indeed from Wudang Mountain. Wang Cheng squeezed out a smile, restrained his breath and said, "The Yuanding of Wusheng Mountain has met Taoist Hua Chen."

The old Taoist priest Hua Chen returned to his smile and shook his head and said, "You and I are both from Taoist sects, just a family, and you don't need so much etiquette. This is my nephew's God's Night, you are all young people. Let's walk around more."

The young Taoist priest next to the old Taoist Hua Chen nodded slightly to Wang Cheng, then clasped his fists and said calmly: "I am a god of Tao."

God's Night!

Wang Cheng's eyes instantly condensed, and the tiger aura instinctively burst out. He had heard of this name. He was the number one young master in Wudang Mountain. He was extremely powerful, far beyond the Taoist priest of Shenji.

It’s just that Shen Ye was unable to attend the martial arts competition for some personal reasons.

Therefore, some people in Wudang Mountain were a little dissatisfied with Wang Cheng because Taoist Shenji was not the first disciple of Wudang Mountain.

"I've met Brother Shenye."

Wang Cheng also clasped his fists to Shen Ye and said softly.

"The tiger's shape is a great success, which is a joyful congratulation. However, Yuan Ding, don't be too addicted to the true meaning of the tiger's shape. If you lose yourself, it will be more than worth the loss."

The old Taoist priest Hua Chen instantly felt the extremely powerful tiger aura on Wang Cheng's body, frowned and said seriously, his eyes very clear, as if he was mentioning the younger generation he cared about.

The doubts in Wang Cheng's heart flashed. I wonder why the old Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain cares so much about him?

Could this old Taoist priest is not the enemy of Wu Shengshan?

Haven’t Wudang Mountain and Wusheng Mountain been fighting for hundreds of years?

Wang Cheng smiled at the old Taoist Huachen and nodded in agreement. He immediately stopped saying anything, hurriedly gathered his mind to control his breath, calmed down the tiger aura on his body, and stood quietly beside the master.

The old Taoist priest Changhe gradually became serious. Knowing that Wang Cheng had probably had a problem with practicing the Nine Tiger Styles. The true intention of the tiger on his body was a little unsuppressible. He immediately felt a little worried and frowned and said, "Okay, everyone, let's stop here today."

The old Taoist priest Hua Chen and the Taoist priest Shen Ye both stood up and said goodbye to Changhe. They did not stay for a long time, nor did they have any hostility towards Wang Cheng. The two sides looked very harmonious. This made Wang Cheng even more confused. He had always regarded Wudangshan as his great enemy.

"Both of you walk slowly. I will stay here lately. I can come and have a cup of tea if I have time."

Taoist Changhe said kindly to his fellow disciples, got up and took them down the stairs with Wang Cheng, and then looked at the one-armed Japanese old man who had been sitting there and never talked.

The atmosphere in the attic immediately became extremely depressing.

Wang Cheng could clearly feel the terrifying internal cultivation of the one-armed old man, and his seemingly thin body was hidden in his huge power.

Even if he has an arm, he is still among the top masters in the world. Even if Wang Cheng has greatly increased his strength after the nine-stage breakthrough of the Tiger, he is definitely not the opponent of the one-armed old man. It would be nice to be able to pass three moves in his hands.

"Then I'll say goodbye too, Changhe, congratulations on accepting a good apprentice."

The one-armed old man finished a cup of tea calmly, then stood up and said lightly to the old Taoist priest Changhe. When his eyes swept over Wang Cheng, he did not hide his appreciation and a trace of envy.

Who doesn’t want a disciple like Wang Cheng?

Unfortunately, there is only one Wang Cheng in the world.

The old Taoist priest Changhe also nodded with a proud look, and then sighed: "Old guy, I hope you can return to Japan alive."

The one-armed old man smiled with a relaxed expression and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if my life is left here and I have no regrets when I live to this age, I just think it's paying off my debts for you."

"You don't owe us."

The old Taoist priest Changhe shook his head and said seriously, with unquestionable certainty in his tone.

The one-armed old man walked to the stairs and stopped, looking deeply at the old Taoist priest Changhe, sighed, and continued to go downstairs, leaving a voice: "No, I owe you too. Especially my country and my nation, I owe you too much, I will pay as much as I can. Old Taoist priest, there will be a period of time later..."

After saying that, the one-armed old man disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Wang Cheng had a sharp mind in his heart, and the tiger aura burst out again. He quickly turned his head to look at the gate. Sure enough, he saw the one-armed old man appearing at the gate for almost a breath, and then his body flashed a few times, disappearing from his vision and sank into the dim night.

The old Taoist priest Changhe walked to the railing and sat down silently. He continued to drink another cup of tea. Looking at the sky gradually darkening outside, he whispered: "His name is Toyotomi Yangji."

Wang Cheng thought to himself, there was no surprise in his expression. At first, he saw that the other party was an old Japanese man, his internal cultivation was terrifying, and he had only one arm, and he had already guessed it in his heart.

The older generation of Japanese masters who meet this condition are probably the only Japanese second master, Toyotomi Yoji, who was decades ago.

But at this time, he looked at the master's appearance and seemed to be a little bit unsimple. Perhaps it was not as simple as the second Japanese master back then.

The old Taoist priest Changhe glanced at Wang Cheng and asked, "Are you surprised that I fought and killed me when I met Toyotomi Yanger, and I will fight to the death?"

Wang Cheng nodded without concealing his head and said, "Yes."

The old Taoist priest Changhe smiled, looked outside with a little remembrance, and asked again: "Do you know that Toyotomi Yang Er had one arm missing back then. Why could he return to China safely?"

Seeing Wang Chengshu's expression, the old Taoist priest Changhe nodded and said softly: "Yes, we let him go. Because he had never killed a Chinese on the battlefield, and even saved many people, he had offended the fanatics of the Japanese military. At that time, he had been rejected by the Tokugawa family and the Abdomen family. If we did not allow him to return to China, he would probably die under the sword of Hattori Kenyu."

Wang Cheng felt a little surprised. Then he asked in confusion: "Then why is he here this time?"

According to the news I received last time, isn’t Toyotomi Yangji working with Luo Qingsheng and want to rob the prison together?

Taoist Nagato breathed a sigh and said helplessly: "This is why people are in the world and cannot help themselves. Hattori Kenyu has been dead for ten years. He is now the number one master in Japan, and Iga Changsheng is not his opponent. Therefore, he has a reason to come and has to go to Longhu Mountain. I don't know if he can return to China."

Wang Cheng's heart also became heavier in an instant. He couldn't help but feel respect for the one-armed old man who was as tall as pine and cypress.

Any nation, no matter what harms the world has done before, there will definitely be some respectable people.

Human nature is good after all.

For a moment, Taoist Changhe also fell silent and drank two cups of tea again. It seemed that he had used the tea as wine. His face turned slightly red. Then he looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Is there a problem with your Tiger Nine Styles?"

Wang Cheng nodded and replied without hesitation: "Well, it's not a problem. It's just that after the breakthrough, it's a bit too strong. I can't control it perfectly yet. I decided to disperse the true meaning of boxing in two days and wait for it later."

Taoist Changhe stretched out his hand and pinched Wang Cheng's wrist pulse to check it. He immediately felt the powerful pulse and special rhythm. His brows frowned directly, his expression became extremely serious, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said in a deep voice: "It's indeed too domineering and powerful, that is, your Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist can only stand here safely, otherwise your body would have been unable to hold on."

If it weren't for the Earth Demon Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist that tempered Wang Cheng's body, the boiling blood caused by the heartbeat of the tiger after the breakthrough could turn Wang Cheng's body into a balloon, and end up being crushed to pieces in minutes.

Wang Cheng nodded with a wry smile and said, "That's it, so I think after the martial arts competition, I will temporarily put down the nine styles of the tiger and concentrate on practicing the Earth Evil Fist and Dragon Elephant Fist. When these two eleven have another breakthrough, I will find an opportunity to understand and practice this tiger-shaped fist."

Taoist Changhe withdrew his palm and stared at Wang Cheng's whole body carefully. With his energy and spirit, he was naturally not afraid of Wang Cheng's tiger aura, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. It was hard for him to imagine that Wang Cheng's state of mind could completely control such a powerful tiger aura.

This is the difference between genius and ordinary people.

Wang Cheng can understand the state of mind after practicing boxing for three or four months, but he will never get started in his life.

When people compare with each other, the gap cannot be calculated.

"Well, just be sure of it."

Taoist Changhe didn't say much about Wang Cheng's boxing practice. Now Wang Cheng's martial arts path has embarked on his own, and it would be bad for him to interfere. He immediately changed his tone and said to the two Taoist priests just now: "The old Taoist Huachen and Shenye Taoist were sent to compete with you this time in Wudang Mountain. Don't be careless. The little Taoist Shenye was in seclusion in Wudang Mountain for two years, and his strength should not be underestimated. If you lose to Shenye, the person who went to Daxue Mountain this time will not be you."

Wang Cheng was puzzled again. Just now, he did not feel the hostility between Hua Chen and Shen Ye. He felt that the other party did not seem to be here to compete and challenge, but to visit the guests.

"Huachen Niuzi had some friendship with me back then, so you don't need to worry about anything."

The old Taoist Changhe seemed to see Wang Cheng’s thoughts and continued, “Shen Ye’s master is also a righteous and open person. When you fight with Shen Ye, just click as soon as possible.”

Wang Cheng suddenly realized and agreed seriously: "Okay, I understand, master."

"Well, that's it, go and control yourself carefully. This time, it's also a training for you. It not only tempers your qi, blood and body, but also tempers your energy and Taoist state of mind."

The old Taoist priest Changhe waved his hand and said seriously to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng respectfully agreed with his fists, then turned around and walked down the attic.

Yang Qingyu was still sitting in the study reading, Zhang Shaoyun and Liu Shi, who had just returned, were practicing boxing in Chengdu outside the yard. The three of them were busy with their own affairs.

Seeing Wang Cheng go downstairs, Yang Qingyu immediately put down the Taoist scriptures in his hand and said, "Wang Cheng, are you hungry? I'll go cook."

Wang Cheng walked into the study and sat down, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll cook more food, I'm so hungry."

The Nine Tiger Styles are so powerful that Wang Cheng's strength has skyrocketed, and the price is to consume more energy. The source of some energy is food, so Wang Cheng's appetite has increased again. Now it is estimated that it is equivalent to the appetite of fifteen people. It is not enough to summarize it if it is a big eater.

Yang Qingyu smiled, liked the feeling of home, and got up and walked towards the kitchen that was rarely used behind.

Wang Cheng picked up the Taoist scriptures he brought and read them, wanting to use the Taoist mood to fight against the tiger's breath, so as not to let his body lose control.

However, under the pressure of the already-grown tiger aura, Wang Cheng's Taoist state of mind could not be maintained intact.

Whether it is the Pure Yang of Taoist Sect or the Wuwei state of mind, they all look a little irresistible, and they are suppressed and broken as soon as they form.

After all, Wang Cheng's Taoist Pure Yang and Wuwei's state of mind have not reached the state of great success, and he has just realized it not long ago. He did not take the Taoist state of mind seriously before, but just thought it was an auxiliary state of mind. It was easier to practice Taoist boxing under this state of mind.

After the nine styles of the tiger were completed, he knew that once the true meaning of boxing was achieved, the power would be incredible. Therefore, he also thought about cultivating the state of mind of the two Taoists to the realm of great success in the future.

Just as Master Changhe said, Wang Cheng knew that this was also an opportunity to temper the state of mind of the Taoist sect, so he immediately kept reciting Taoist sect's classics and gradually controlled his breath to maintain the pure yang of the Taoist sect. The qi and blood in his body were hot, and a fierce yang rose in his heart, which constantly collided with the aura of the tiger. After it was broken, it immediately reorganized again.

Such a cycle seems to make his pure yang aura stronger and more condensed, which is indeed an excellent way of cultivation. However, every time he breaks and reorganizes, it will have a slight blow to his spirit. If he had not experienced many painful training, he would probably not be able to persist in his heart.
Chapter completed!