What is luck?
Mysterious and mysterious, no one can explain how magical luck is.
But a country's long-term stability requires luck, a sect's prosperity requires luck, and even a martial artist who wants to transcend the mortal world and become a saint also needs luck.
Any martial artist who hears Zhang Sanfeng's gratitude will happily accept it.
No matter how difficult the conditions ahead are, we will try our best.
If you become lucky, it is a shortcut to the sky!
But Zhao Yan shook his head regretfully and refused:
"Change it to another one, such as the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" and "Pure Yang Wuji Kung". Get a few books for me to read. Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword will also work."
Luck is useful to others, but to Zhao Yan, it is completely useless...
No matter how much luck is given to him, if it cannot be transformed into success, isn't it just waste?
On the contrary, these top skills are more valuable to him.
His reaction shocked Zhang Sanfeng.
"Your Majesty, are you really not joking?"
Although the top skills are good...
But if there is no luck, training to the first level will be over.
Every step to transcendence and become a saint requires a struggle for luck.
If an ordinary person said that there was a lack of top-level skills, then Zhang Sanfeng would still believe it.
But people like Zhao Yan are absolutely indispensable.
Why between the two, he turns a blind eye to luck...
Zhang Sanfeng still couldn't believe that he had lived for more than a hundred years, and he thought he knew the prince of the Song Dynasty quite well.
But at this moment, I realized that I didn't see him through at all.
"Of course it's not a joke."
Zhao Yan looked serious.
"Or you can open the Sutra Pavilion and let me read it. I will leave the mountain early tomorrow morning and it will only take me one night. I can read as much as I can."
The more advanced the mental arts and martial arts are, the more profound and difficult they are to understand. Even if an ordinary person reads a book for an entire night, let alone a book, he or she may not be able to learn even half of it...
Zhang Sanfeng understood Zhao Yan's thoughts more and more.
He even felt that he owed the other party too much for such conditions, and secretly made a decision in his heart.
"Since the prince insists on this, the old Taoist will no longer persuade him."
"The prince is a distinguished guest of Wudang, and there are no forbidden places in the door."
As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his palm toward the distance and shook it gently.
The next moment, in Zhao Yan's confused eyes, the stone statue in the distance that was suspected to be Emperor Zhenwu suddenly made a crisp sound in his hand.
A black object flew into Zhang Sanfeng's hand as fast as lightning.
The strange thing is that such speed did not bring up any dust, which gave Zhao Yan a new understanding of Zhang Sanfeng's realm, or his control of the power of heaven and earth.
"This is the sword that the old Taoist wore when he was young. The name of the sword is Zhenwu. When the prince walks through the door with this sword, no one will block his way."
"Is this a real sword?"
Zhao Yan took it with great liking and looked at it carefully.
The sword body is as black as ink, the style is a bit weird, but the style is quite simple.
One side of the blade was extremely sharp, but the other side was unopened, which was a bit strange.
The name of Zhenwu Sword is known to everyone in the world of Jiuzhou.
At that time, Zhang Sanfeng used it to sweep away evil spirits and shocked the martial arts world. Although the sword has been sealed for many years, many legends about this sword are still circulated.
"If the prince likes it, I will give this sword to him."
"No need, I think the little Taoist named Yu Jing likes swords very much. I'll leave them to him for safekeeping when I use them up."
Zhao Yan glanced at Zhang Sanfeng with a half-smile, and the latter laughed heartily.
"Haha, the prince is really a wonderful man."
"The old Taoist priest is not bad. If he were younger, I would ask you to be my master."
Zhao Yan casually held a sword flower in his hand, picked up the sword and went down the mountain.
"I have to hurry up and read a book."
"Remember to ask that boy to wait for me at the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion. Otherwise, if he doesn't follow me after I leave, it will be none of my business."
……
"Owner."
Banhe stood quietly on the steps, looking like a wooden stake from behind.
"Earned a sword."
The Zhenwu Sword kept spinning in his hand, and it seemed that he still liked this strange black sword.
"Want to put it on?"
Banhe held the strap of the sword case with his palm, preparing to put it down to hold the sword.
"No, it's still a pass now, but it will be a sword tomorrow."
"Well."
The two said a few words, and then walked towards the palace complex on the mountainside one after another.
Along the way, the Taoist priests he met would salute the black sword in his hand.
Of course Zhao Yan knew that they respected the master of Zhenwu Sword, not himself.
There was no sentimental return gift, and he just focused on looking for the location of the Sutra Pavilion.
There are so many palaces on Tianzhu Peak, and they are all similar in style. It was hard to tell which one was the Sutra Pavilion.
Fortunately, not long after leaving, the two met the young Taoist priest Geng Yujing again.
This time he put on a brand new Taoist robe and carried a trunk on his back, as if he was going down the mountain for a trip.
Under his leadership, Zhao Yan finally found the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion hidden in the mountain.
It is somewhat similar to the Drizzle Tower. The only difference is that the scriptures are hidden here.
Zhao Yan flashed the Zhenwu Sword in his hand at the entrance of the cave, but the Taoist priest guarding the door did not stop him in the slightest.
But Geng Yujing, who was leading the way, was a little confused.
As a Wudang disciple, he is also qualified to enter.
However, he did not enter, but stood with Ban He carrying a large cage on his back.
One of them is not good at talking, and the other doesn't like to talk.
One tall and one short stood outside the cave, looking somewhat harmonious.
Inside the cave.
Zhao Yan skipped Taoist classics and basic martial arts for the first time and went up to the third floor.
The Sutra Collection Pavilion in Wudang only has three floors in total, and the number of books collected is completely incomparable to that of Tingchao Pavilion.
Only the books collected on the third floor can help him.
"The "Nine Heavens Hunyuan Zhengqi Jue"... seems to be pretty good."
""Weak Water, Rou Yi Nine Transformations", just fine."
In front of each bookshelf, Zhao Yan picked them one by one.
There are many martial arts inside, and there are also collections in Tingchao Pavilion.
The top martial arts of the Wudang Sect cannot be learned outside, but there are some intermediate and low-level martial arts that can still be found outside.
Such as "Wugong Neijing", "Songhe Heart Method", "Wudang Thirty-two Movements", etc.
But after searching around, he couldn't find the "Nine Yang Magic" and other secret books that he wanted to read most. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been deceived by the old Taoist priest.
Fortunately, I also found more than a dozen cheat books that should be useful, which can increase my skill to some extent, so I stopped worrying about it and sat down to read it carefully.
"Your Majesty, the master has asked Pindao to bring you a book."
Just when Zhao Yan was concentrating on reading, a mellow middle-aged voice came from beside him.
Looking up, he saw a handsome Taoist priest with a beard holding a few secret books and looking at him with a smile.
What the Taoist priest held in his hands was the top Wudang martial arts that he had not been able to find for a long time.
"Who are you…?"
"The poor Taoist Yu Lianzhou."
"Oh, Master Yu, thank you very much!"
Zhao Yan nodded as a greeting and expressed his gratitude.
He could be informal with Zhang Sanfeng because he knew that the other party had plotted against him.
But I still have some sympathy for Yu Lianzhou and other Wudang disciples.
Because they will inevitably become the stepping stones for Wudang to flourish.
