Wudang Mountain.
In Yuxu Palace.
Zhang Sanfeng held the wine gourd and raised his eyes towards the courtyard wall, "Brother Yang is here, there happens to be some fine wine left here on the trail."
Yang Guo laughed and appeared in the courtyard. He unceremoniously picked up the wine bottle on the ground and took a sip, "Not bad, it's better than the brat's brew."
Lu Qingyun rubbed the tip of his nose and walked in with his mouth curled.
In the past, I didn’t know who praised the wine he brewed to the sky, and would trouble him if he couldn’t drink it for a day.
"Brother Yang, aren't you confident in bringing the brat?"
As Wudang is the top sect in the martial arts world, the news of He Zudao's coming out has long been spread to Zhang Sanfeng's ears.
When Master Jue Yuan fought with He Zudao, he witnessed it with his own eyes, so he naturally had some understanding of He Zudao's cultivation.
"What are your plans?" Yang Guo drank half the bottle of wine in one breath and asked with a smile.
"What else can I plan to do? After living for so many years, even if I die in battle, it won't be a loss."
Zhang Sanfeng's face did not change at all. Without the courage to move forward, he would not have become a great master.
Although the conversation between the two was very relaxed, Lu Qingyun clearly felt the pressure before the war.
"Father-in-law, Grand Master, even if you can't defeat He Zudao together, you can still protect yourself."
"Self-preservation? Your great master has never thought about it. No matter who dares to come to Wudang to provoke, something must be left behind, otherwise Wudang Zhang Sanfeng will be in vain!"
Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Haha, the little Taoist priest is very talkative. Can your 'Tai Chi Sword Technique' suppress the 'Thunder Sword Technique'?"
"Feng Qingyang, the strongest swordsman in the world, may not be able to win for sure. Why do you think so?"
Lu Qingyun reached for a bottle of wine and leaned against the courtyard pillar, "Then invite him here, and you can deal with He Zudao together."
"He Zudao is very arrogant. If he rushes to bring in reinforcements before the war begins, it will suit his wishes. The old Taoist will never lose his prestige!"
Yang Guo glanced at him with a smile, "I think you have a grudge against him, so you want to defeat him with your own hands."
Zhang Sanfeng said unconvinced: "Brother Yang, when it comes to resentment, He Zudao probably hates you the most."
Lu Qingyun suddenly became interested and pricked up his ears to listen.
Two people who are over a hundred years old are very likely to have a century-old record.
"Is that my problem? It's not that He Zudao is so sentimental that he can't marry Xiang'er because he has to put his resentment on me."
"Okay, no more talking, the guests have arrived at the foot of the mountain, let's go and greet them."
Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng disappeared, and Lu Qingyun also flew out of Yuxu Palace and arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a white robe standing with his hands behind his back, his black beard reaching to his chest, waving gently in the wind. The slightly thin cheeks and the eyes opening and closing exuded bursts of energy.
A slight smile appeared on Yang Guo's face, "He Zudao, what are you doing if you don't break into the heavens and leave seclusion?"
"There is still a period of unfinished business in my heart."
He Zudao smiled and glanced at Lu Qingyun not far away, "It's interesting. This guy looks like me when I was young."
"Bah, don't put too much pressure on your face. If you look like you, you'll be doomed. I have three disciples and wives, how can you compare?"
Zhang Sanfeng raised three fingers proudly.
He Zudao was not angry, he just curled his lips and said: "Zhang Sanfeng, how are you better than me? Aren't you also a bachelor?"
Yang Guo asked: "Looking at your posture, you have already been to Shaolin? Have you ever done anything with the old monk?"
"You can't break through his wall of energy."
He Zudao didn't hide anything and spoke truthfully.
The old monk only defended but did not attack. His six-power palm could not break through the air wall and forced him to take action.
"The ultimate indestructible body of Vajra, is it really indestructible?"
Yang Guo suppressed the doubts in his heart and then teased: "You couldn't defeat Jue Yuan back then, but now you can't break through the old monk's aura. How do you feel about the fact that you went to Shaolin twice and came back defeated?"
He Zudao looked at the two of them calmly, "I don't have any thoughts. If you haven't broken it, you haven't broken it. There's nothing you can do about it if your skills are inferior to others."
Lu Qingyun didn't expect that the three of them were chatting like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time, and it didn't look like they were going to fight to the death.
Maybe this is because I have lived for a long time, and the fireworks in my body have been erased by time.
"Didn't you say that there is another cause and effect? Is it on me or on Zhang Sanfeng?"
The smile on He Zudao's face remained unchanged, "You both have it, why don't we come together."
Yang Guo asked jokingly: "Are you still brooding about what happened to Guo Xiang back then?"
"Yes, if it weren't for you, Xiang'er and I would have become a pair of gods. If it weren't for you, Xiang'er wouldn't have died so early!"
There was a trace of sadness in He Zudao's eyes.
Zhang San's plump face mocked, "He Zudao, if you want to be shameless, blame Brother Yang for your own incompetence."
There was anger on He Zudao's face, "Zhang Sanfeng, you are not a good person! If you hadn't been a hindrance in the beginning, the outcome might have changed. Do you think I don't know that you have a crush on Xiang'er?"
Lu Qingyun's eyes widened, this melon is a bit big!
Grand Master's cultivation level at that time was not very high, so he was definitely no match for He Zudao. He fought hard enough for Guo Xiang, and he was not afraid of being beaten to death.
"Okay, why bother bringing up the trivial matter? I'm not afraid of the younger generation's jokes." Yang Guo interrupted the quarrel between the two.
"He Zudao, since we are here to understand cause and effect, then come on, Zhang Sanfeng and I, you choose."
"Save yourself a lot of trouble, just come together."
He Zudao shook his robe arrogantly, quickly condensing a frightening pressure in his Western Zhou Dynasty.
"You haven't changed in more than a hundred years, and you are still so arrogant. Since you ask, let's go together."
Yang Guo smiled, and then he exuded a powerful aura.
"He Zudao, if you lose, don't say that we are bullying the minority. This is what you asked for."
Zhang Sanfeng's black and white auras emitted from his body, spinning and condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is this your Tai Chi secret? It's interesting."
He Zudao stared at the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram that was quickly formed, and pointed the sword finger of his right hand at the sky above his head.
The true energy in his body quickly condensed into a long blue sword, and the sword made a sound like a dragon's roar.
Yang Guo's expression became cautious, "In the end, I still let you practice the 'Tiangang Guiyuan Qi'"
This 'Tiangang Gui Yuan Qi' is the highest inner strength and mental method of Kunlun Sect's Xuanmen.
It is a Taoist practice of breathing and exhaling. It pays attention to holding one and holding the yuan. When it reaches the limit, it can touch each other silently, dark energy flows across the air, and the wind is surging.
The internal force accumulates thicker and thicker, and the power becomes greater.
"It took me nearly a hundred years to cultivate to the state of Dzogchen, otherwise I would have come to you to settle the cause and effect." A look of pride appeared on He Zudao's face.
"Yang Guo, where's your Ecstasy Palm? Take it out. Otherwise, you'll have to make excuses again if you lose."
"Am I such a scoundrel?"
Yang Guo's expression turned cold for a moment, and sadness filled his eyes. Huge palms burning with red flames appeared above his head.
