Tianlong Temple is located to the north of Zhongyue Peak in Diancang Mountain outside Dali City.
Ku Rong and Xi Ming's disciples sat around Lu Qingyun Xizhou, and the five fingers gathered together and pressed on his eight extraordinary meridians.
The five of them are all top-notch masters, and they all use the Yiyang Finger Divine Art.
The power of pure yang entered Lu Qingyun's body, and only a hissing sound was heard. Lu Qingyun's whole body was shaken, the blocked acupuncture points were opened, and his own Nine Yang Divine Art was immediately activated to run on its own.
As the strength of the five people's fingers intensified, Lu Qingyun began to sweat on his forehead, his whole body felt like a sauna, and a trace of blush appeared on his pale face.
An hour later, the five Kurong and Rong people finished their work at the same time, with smiles on their faces.
Ignoring wiping the sweat from his forehead and recovering his lost skills, he stared at Lu Qingyun.
"Master, why hasn't Yu'er woke up yet?"
After a cup of tea, Ben Yin spoke anxiously.
"Don't worry, Yu'er's injuries have been repaired and she will only wake up in a moment."
As soon as Kurong finished speaking, Lu Qingyun woke up and was confused when he saw the five bare heads in front of him.
Did he travel through time again?
So who am I?
Where am I?
As someone who had traveled through time before, he didn't panic. He just looked at the bald people in front of him calmly, waiting for them to speak.
"Yu'er, how do you feel?"
Lu Qingyun felt his body, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. The internal injuries had almost recovered, and he just needed to rest for a while.
"Master, I feel good."
"That's good. Let me ask you, where did your cultivation come from? Your inner strength is not the cultivation method of my Duan family in Dali."
The masculine energy that circulates in Lu Qingyun's body is very pure. If it weren't for the assistance of this energy, Ku Rong and the other five might not be able to repair the injuries in his body so quickly.
Lu Qingyun immediately realized that he had not traveled through time again, but was saved by this group of monks.
From their questioning, these monks must have mistaken him for Duan Yu.
Among the temples with so many masters, Tianlong Temple is the only one known as the Royal Temple of Dali.
Seeing Duan Yu's stupid look, Benyin looked at Master Kurong and said, "Master, Yu'er didn't hurt her head, right?"
Zen Master Kurong frowned. He didn't know if the evil medicine would have any side effects.
Ben Guan shook his head, "Looking at Yu'er's eyes, there is no sign of dementia."
Lu Qingyun felt the need to clarify, stood up and saluted: "Thank you masters for saving me, Lu Qingyun is grateful!"
Thinking of the life-threatening relationship with Mu Wanqing, he looked westward.
"Masters, I wonder where Wan'er is now?"
Kurong's brows relaxed and he cursed in his heart: What a good boy, I almost let him lie to me.
Pretending to be stupid and unwilling to admit his identity, he used the pseudonym Lu Qingyun in an attempt to get through.
"Miss Mu is at your mother's place, you don't have to worry."
Lu Qingyun almost squirted. When he opened his eyes, another mother appeared out of thin air!
You don't need to think about it to know that the mother the old monk talks about must be Dao Baifeng.
"Master, I really am not Duan Yu." Lu Qingyun quickly explained not wanting to deepen the misunderstanding.
But he didn't expect that it would cause a group of bald heads to laugh.
It seemed that the explanation was unclear, and the bald heads also identified him as Duan Yu.
In desperation, Lu Qingyun retreated and asked for the next best thing, "Can I leave here now?"
"you have not answer my question yet."
In order to win the trust of these monks, Lu Qingyun left here as soon as possible and no longer concealed it, "I am the disciple of Yu Daiyan, the Seven Heroes of Wudang."
"That's it." Zen Master Kurong nodded.
The Wudang sect is famous, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren are martial arts masters. Duan Yu can be promoted to the master level so quickly, and it is indispensable for Zhang Zhenren's personal teaching.
This is truly a blessing.
However, as a descendant of the Duan family, it is absolutely impossible not to learn the Duan family's Kung Fu.
Zen Master Kurong took out a scroll from his arms and threw it to Lu Qingyun, "Whenever you learn it, I will allow you to go down the mountain to your mother."
Seeing the scroll, Lu Qingyun thought of the Beiming Divine Art, "Master, have you seen the scroll on me?"
"Beiming Divine Skill, right? It's here with me. Once you learn the skills I give you, I will return it to you."
For Zen Master Kurong, Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword is the most powerful technique, and he doesn't even bother to look at Beiming Divine Skill.
"Is this true?"
"I'm already this old, and I still need to lie to you!"
Zen Master Kurong showed a wry smile.
It's really a damn thing to be suspected by a little kid at such an old age.
If he hadn't become a monk, he wouldn't have taught this junior member of the clan a lesson on the spot.
Lu Qingyun opened the scroll, and the three characters "Yiyangzhi" came into view.
Good guy, Dali Duan’s unique skills!
In order to get back the Beiming Divine Art, he couldn't care so much anymore, so he concentrated on it and thought about it while looking at the mental method.
With his heaven-defying understanding and the master's cultivation, he soon understood the essence of Yiyang Zhi.
Close the scroll and let the internal force flow to the large intestine meridian of Yangming in your hand, condensing the true energy on your index finger to stimulate it.
A force formed by a powerful internal force was fired instantly, leaving a sizable deep hole in the pillars of the hall.
Zen Master Kurong's eyes almost popped out of his head. He originally thought that Duan Yu had the background of a master and could almost complete it in three days, but he didn't expect that he succeeded with just a cup of tea.
With such incredible understanding, it’s no wonder he was promoted to the Grandmaster realm at such a young age.
Without wasting any words, he returned the Beiming Divine Art to Lu Qingyun.
"Although you have mastered Yiyangzhi, you are not yet proficient. You should stay in Tianlong Temple to practice for three days before going down the mountain."
"Master, why don't you pass the Six Meridians Divine Sword to me as well."
I have learned all the Yi Yang Finger, as well as the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Anyway, if my identity is exposed in the future, I will be hunted down by the Duan family, so I might as well learn them all.
"Haha, the Six Meridians Divine Sword is a secret that Tianlong Temple does not teach. If you want to learn it, you can come to Tianlong Temple to become a monk."
Kurong's face was filled with smiles.
"Forget it then."
Lu Qingyun waved his hands quickly. He still had a lovely wife at home, and a beauty named Mu Wanqing. Wudang also raised Xiao Zhao. A good life had just begun. It was impossible to become a monk!
"Is there no other way?" Lu Qingyun was still a little unwilling to give up.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword should be regarded as the most top-notch skill in the entire martial arts world.
As strong as Xiao Feng, there is no way to crack it.
"When you have a son, if you have one, practice the six-meridian divine sword technique. If you have six, you can learn them all."
The Duan family's direct descendants are few, and Kurong wants to encourage Duan Yu to have more children to continue the family legacy.
Lu Qingyun was speechless for a while. Does this mean that the system of many children and many blessings has been started?
Excluding being slapped to death by his old father-in-law Yang Guo, even if he could marry many wives, there was no guarantee that they would all have boys.
It seems that it is impossible to learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword in a short time.
Lu Qingyun was not disappointed either, he could finally practice the magical power he had longed for without any effort.
Holding back the excitement in his heart, he ran out of the hall with the Beiming Divine Art.
