After knowing the preciousness of the Qitian Sword Box, Geng Yujing led the way with wonder and said no more.
He dreamed of a famous sword, but there were seven of them in his sword box.
It turns out that the rareness of famous swords is only for myself.
Some people can even use them as collectibles.
This discovery shocked the young Taoist priest greatly.
Brother Guan Weapon who said that when he came of age, he would make a good sword and give it to him, he must not have thought that he would leave Wudang before he came of age...
Without chatting, Zhao Yan began to appreciate the scenery of Wudang.
The Seventy-Two Peaks are beautiful mountains, surrounding Tianzhu Peak, with many stars overlapping the moon.
Only then did he realize that the road the little Taoist took him did not pass by the palace complex where the representative sect was located, but led directly to the peak.
Walking up to a high place and looking down, Wudang is really quite big.
In addition to the vast building complex on Tianzhu Peak, there are also many Taoist temples of various sizes scattered on other peaks.
It can be seen how much effort the Wudang Clan people put into their sect.
Looking from a distance, there is a huge stone statue tens of meters high on the top of a mountain in the distance. Judging from its appearance, it looks like the statue of Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in Wudang.
It is really not easy for a sect to develop to this extent.
"Your Majesty, Pindao has been brought here, and Master is above."
There was a resting place a hundred steps away from the peak. Geng Yujing brought the two of them here and stopped.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zhao Yan looked up and said to Banhe:
"You rest here, I'll go up for a while."
Banhe's face condensed and he nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Geng Yujing bowed to the two of them and then walked down the mountain.
Now that the real owner is in front, Zhao Yan no longer walks slowly up the stairs. With a slight exertion on his feet, his body steps onto the top of the mountain like a sharp arrow.
Then what caught his eye was the immortal Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, looking at him with a smile.
"You do have a good appearance. It's much better than the beggar image you had that day. Even after you come out of the brothel, I'm afraid people will have to call you "Old God".
Zhao Yan took two steps towards Zhang Sanfeng calmly, as if he was the master of the Tianzhu Peak.
"Your Majesty, have you ever been to a brothel?"
Zhang Sanfeng didn't mind Zhao Yan's teasing, but instead asked the same question as Ban He.
This made Zhao Yan's face immediately become extremely strange, and he suspected that everything he said along the way was eavesdropped by the old Taoist priest.
"This king is a serious person."
"Recent people don't go to brothels?"
"Where are the decent people in the brothel?"
"Where are the serious people?"
"Right before your eyes."
"Hahaha, Your Majesty is really interesting. Please sit down."
The conversation with Zhao Yan made Zhang Sanfeng's smile grow stronger. He made a greeting to the pavilion, and then he and Zhao Yan went to sit in the pavilion.
"There is something I, Wang Yi, are very curious about."
"My lord, it's okay to ask."
"The world says that you monopolize 70%25 of the luck of the Ming Dynasty. Is it true or false?"
Zhao Yan's cheeks moved slightly and he carefully looked at every subtle expression on Zhang Sanfeng's face.
I am over a hundred years old, but my skin is still white and tender...
"Seventy percent is a bit too much, but it's not bad. It's definitely more than 60%25."
Zhang Sanfeng answered calmly.
"It makes no sense, so how strong do you have to be? How much armor can you break with one punch?"
Sixty years ago he was a land god, and sixty years later he was already a land man...
Zhao Yan could not imagine how powerful this old Taoist priest was.
Zhang Sanfeng himself seemed to be stumped by this question.
He tried to give an example.
"Does the prince know who the number one master in the Song Dynasty was thirty years ago?"
"Of course, Kuangtu Yan, a Chu native from the land of immortals, is known as a strong man who uses his body as a furnace to refine the world's martial arts. He once fought three thousand forbidden army cavalry by himself and wiped them all out in just half an hour."
Zhao Yan nodded and said.
The Song army in the war years was not as weak as it is now. Back then, they were veterans of many battles and their combat power was astonishing.
Normally, three thousand riders are enough to surround and kill a land god.
Up to now, the highest record of Ah Qing, the famous Yue Nv sword in the world of Qin, is only to break two thousand armors with one sword.
"Yan Kuangtu once went to Tianzhu Peak, and he took twenty moves from the old master."
"Just left? Why did we only fight twenty moves?"
Zhao Yan felt a little strange.
For top players, is twenty moves enough?
He had fought three hundred miles with Qi Junyuan!
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently and said calmly:
"He only lasted twenty strokes."
Zhao Yan's expression suddenly became dull.
Only then did I realize that I had thought too little of the old Taoist priest in front of me.
Kuangyan Yan can only support twenty moves in his hands...
This was thirty years ago!
Thirty years later, can you still hold on to twenty moves?
Everyone in the world has underestimated this kind-hearted old Taoist priest!
"Then your current skill...isn't it invincible in the world?"
"Hard to say."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly.
"In all things in the world, there are those who seek immortality, those who seek power, and those who seek wealth and honor. Does Your Majesty know what the old man seeks?"
"you?"
Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then thought of the conversation between the two in the carriage, and he had the answer in his mind.
"What you are asking for should be the prosperity of Wudang."
"But Wudang already has such a scale, what else can you be dissatisfied with?"
In his opinion, in the entire land of Kyushu, apart from the two major Shaolin temples in the north and south, there is probably no other sect as prosperous as Wudang.
But apparently Zhang Sanfeng didn't think so.
He stood up and came to the edge of the cliff. Seeing this, Zhao Yan also stood up and followed him.
"The prosperity that the prince sees is only superficial. Once the old Taoist dies, these countless palaces will most likely be reduced to ashes overnight."
"You will die too?"
Zhao Yan asked subconsciously, and then reacted immediately.
Who can avoid death...
Even celestial beings on land will die as long as they don't ascend to immortality for one day.
"The old Taoist will naturally die, so in order to prevent Wudang from following the old Taoist, I wandered around the world and chose a way out for Wudang."
After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes fell on Zhao Yan's face.
"Your taste is so bad, how could you choose me?"
Zhao Yan smiled helplessly.
"I'm just a prince, and I don't have as much martial arts skills as you. How can I bear the responsibility for the rise and fall of Wudang?"
If you have to choose, you should choose Zhao Lu. As long as the Wudang sect is established as the state religion or something, and then all members move to the Song Dynasty, won't it become prosperous?
"What does the prince think of Yu Jing?"
Zhang Sanfeng did not answer directly, but instead asked a confusing question.
"Yu Jing? Is that the little Taoist priest who brought me up?"
"Exactly."
"Mediocre."
Zhao didn't mince words at first.
He really didn't feel that there was anything extraordinary about this little Taoist priest.
Although the third-grade teenagers are good, such martial arts talents are not uncommon in the world.
There is never a shortage of geniuses in the world, but there are too many geniuses who die young.
"When the prince leaves, please take him with you."
"As a thank you, the old Taoist can give one of his own energy to the prince."
