Wu-Tang Clan.
It is located on Xianshi Mountain in the Ming Dynasty. There are seventy-two peaks and thirty-six rocks under it.
Headed by Tianzhu Peak, Zixiao Rock takes the crown.
Wudang has been famous all over the world for 80 years since Zhang Sanfeng founded it.
There are countless Taoist temples in the gate and thousands of disciples.
It integrates the mysteries of Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Bagua, Tai Chi and other mysteries, and has countless exquisite martial arts, especially Zhang Sanfeng's self-created "Tai Chi Sword".
But whether it is internal skills, light skills, fists and palms, acupuncture points or sword formations, Wudang Sect has all the unique skills that can be used.
It's a pity that Zhang Sanfeng succeeds and Zhang Sanfeng fails.
The fact that one person controlled 70%25 of the destiny of the world not only left Wudang with no successors, but also made people in the world of Ming Dynasty hate Wudang deeply, wishing that Wudang would be unlucky one day.
On the contrary, the Ming Dynasty court was happy to see the success and secretly attracted many people in the world to use it.
……
On this day, a young man wearing Taoist robes walked out of Taihe Temple and headed towards the top of Tianzhu Peak.
The young man's name is Geng Yujing, who studied under Yu Lianzhou and is the most outstanding person among the third generation disciples of Wudang.
At only fifteen years old, he already has the internal strength of the third level.
The mountain road was smooth, but Geng Yujing's mood was a bit ups and downs.
There have been a lot of rumors inside the door recently, causing people to panic.
What about "Wu-Dang has aroused public anger, and the major factions want to join forces to attack the mountain."
Or "Wudang did not obey the imperial court's will, and there were important figures in the imperial court who wanted to send troops to annihilate it."
He had heard a lot of similar rumors and felt quite uneasy.
A quarter of an hour later, Geng Yujing arrived at the top of Tianzhu Peak.
There is a pavilion on the large platform. Outside the pavilion, on the edge of the cliff, an old man with white hair is sitting cross-legged on a hanging stone.
"Master."
Geng Yujing came behind Zhang Sanfeng, raised his hands and bowed in front of his chest.
"Yu Jing is here."
Zhang Sanfeng's voice was full of energy, and it was not as short-lived as Yao Yue said.
The hanging rocks on his body were large at the top and small at the bottom. They looked very unstable and seemed to fall down the mountain if he wasn't careful.
"Master, I wonder why you are calling your disciple?"
"Little things."
Zhang Sanfeng turned around with a smile, his body moved, but the hanging stone remained motionless.
He looked at Wudang's most talented junior and nodded with satisfaction.
"How do you understand Tai Chi Sword?"
"Back to Master, my disciple prefers Tai Chi Sword. In terms of boxing skills... he seems to be barely able to comprehend."
Geng Yujing scratched his head in embarrassment.
He looks relatively mature, but this action shows some youthfulness.
"It doesn't matter, whether it's sword or boxing, if you can get the essence, you can be called a master."
"There are countless swordsmen in Kyushu. I hope you can prove your name in the swordsmanship for Wudang in the future!"
Zhang Sanfeng's sincere advice made Geng Yujing feel more uneasy and he asked hurriedly.
"Master...is there really a catastrophe coming to Wudang?"
"Haha, how can it be a disaster? It is a good opportunity for the Wudang Sect to break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly."
Seeing his disciple's worried look, Zhang Sanfeng responded with a smile.
"good chance?"
"Of course it's a good opportunity."
Zhang Sanfeng leisurely fell from the cliff and stopped at the edge of the cliff to look into the distance.
"It's time for Wudang to go through some ups and downs."
Just like a child who wants to grow up, he must leave the arms of his parents.
If Wudang wants to become a truly famous sect, it must learn to survive without Zhang Sanfeng.
He has been shielding Wudang from the wind and rain for too long, and the legacy he left behind is extremely rich.
If Wudang is still unable to leave a legacy, then it is destiny.
"Master..."
Geng Yujing vaguely understood what his master meant, but deep down in his heart, he was extremely reluctant to give up.
"Tomorrow at noon, you go to the mountain gate to welcome guests and bring them here."
Zhang Sanfeng interrupted what he wanted to say, and then said with a slightly sad tone:
"The day after tomorrow, you will leave with that person. From now on, you must practice harder and act with a chivalrous spirit. Don't lose your reputation as a martial artist!"
"Master!"
"No need to say more, just go down."
"Yes...disciple and grandson say goodbye..."
Geng Yujing turned around and walked down the mountain with a sad face and trembling lips.
Seeing his figure slowly disappearing on the steps, Zhang Sanfeng sighed helplessly.
"If the old Taoist does not die, Wudang will not be prosperous..."
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Ming Dynasty, Wushu.
On the mountain path.
Two people and three horses passed by slowly.
The horses are all good and can be sold for thousands of taels of silver at the horse market.
People are even more valuable. Judging from the way they dress, they are the masters who are not short of money.
The two of them were the master and servant of Zhao Yan who left the ancient tomb and traveled all the way across the Qinling Mountains to the Ming Dynasty.
On the horseback, Zhao Yanxi was lying on his back with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.
Although the autumn sunshine is much gentler, it is still a bit dazzling.
So he closed his eyes and took a nap, feeling pretty good while dangling around.
Banhe paid attention to the disturbances in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Ever since she entered the Ming Dynasty, she had not dared to relax for a moment.
She originally thought she would enter the Ming Dynasty through Shenyang Pass.
Unexpectedly, the host chose to cross the Qinling Mountains and sneak into...
In this wilderness, it would obviously be easier for the enemy to take action.
"Okay, no one will rob me..."
Zhao Yan, who had his eyes closed, seemed to be able to see Ban He's trembling appearance and spoke out words of comfort.
"The court of the Ming Dynasty is eager for me to go to Wudang Mountain. If I want to do anything, it will only be on the way back. Just relax."
"How can the master be so careless and enter the territory of another country? He must be very alert."
Banhe didn't listen to Zhao Yan's words at all, and his tone was rare and serious.
"In case they hire a killer again, it would be a big deal if you get even a little bit injured."
"Okay, okay, I'll be vigilant too..."
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he turned over on the horse and changed from lying down to lying down.
As a result, just as he lay down, a green bird suddenly flew into the sky.
"It's from Xiaoyulou."
Banhe glanced solemnly, then flew out of the horse nimbly, grabbed the blue bird in the air, and then tumbled back to the horse nimbly.
Untie the mailbox from the blue bird's back, let go and let it go.
"What did you say? Read it to me."
Zhao Yan turned his head and said nonchalantly.
"But what if someone..."
Banhe looked around hesitantly.
"Don't worry, there's not even a dog within two miles."
"All right."
Frowning helplessly, Banhe had no choice but to open the mailbox and read it.
She was deeply aware of this master's laziness.
"It's the Red Sect. The leader Assassin said that the prince's great kindness will be repaid."
"oh…"
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and made a simple sound.
It seems that the funding for the Red Sect has been sent.
But this was a matter of reciprocity, and he had no intention of receiving anything in return.
As long as it can keep the Ming Dynasty court busy and not engage in petty troubles all day long, it will be fine.
"Nothing else?"
"No, finally it was Sister Yingying who said that we have a long way to go, so you have to take care of yourself."
"Um?"
Zhao Yan stood up suddenly.
