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Zhang Shan patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. I know your situation. Once you learn the Nine Yang Divine Skill, this cold poison will be cured."

Zhang Wuji simply shook his head; that was a legendary divine skill, long lost to history.

The two strolled around the Zhenwu Hall for a while before returning to their dormitory to sleep.

The next day, Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji away from Wudang and embarked on a journey to Shaolin.

Zhang Shan did not go with them. He knew that if he went, the next time he would see Zhang Wuji would be when the six major sects besieged Bright Peak.

"Ten years... I really can't be lazy anymore," Zhang Shan thought to himself.

Knowing that nothing would happen to Zhang Wuji, Zhang Shan did not grieve like the others.

Turning around, Zhang Shan plunged headlong into cultivation!

Several months later, Zhang Sanfeng returned. Old Zhang didn't say a word and sat on a rock on the back mountain for several days.

That day, Zhang Shan came to the back mountain and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Grandmaster, Zhang Shan has a request for you!"

Zhang Sanfeng slowly turned around, saw Zhang Shan's determined gaze, and nodded, saying, "I know why you've come, but Tai Chi is too early for you right now. I'll teach you the Pure Yang Wuji Gong and a set of boxing techniques first. Once you've learned those, I'll teach you Tai Chi."

"Thank you so much, Master!" Zhang Shan kowtowed, extremely excited!

He didn't bother looking for the Nine Yang Divine Skill or any other ancient divine skills. With Zhang Sanfeng, a grandmaster of martial arts, right in front of him, why should he go to such lengths to pursue those things?

Moreover, wandering the martial world is extremely dangerous, and not everyone has the kind of luck that Zhang Wuji possesses, who can wander around and still survive tenaciously.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

"Xiaoshan, today I'll teach you one last move, a Tai Chi style that I created two years ago after you inspired me. But you should have already figured some of it out yourself, right?" Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

Over the years, he has been quite satisfied with Zhang Shan, his junior colleague.

The opponent's main approach is to train relentlessly until he dies, and he always has his own understanding of martial arts, which is much better than that of his several senior uncles.

After the demonstration, Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Have you memorized it?"

"I've got it!" Zhang Shan replied with a strong voice.

"What did you write down?"

"I wrote everything down."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily: "Excellent! Excellent!"

"Go ahead. The siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects is definitely not simple. You need to keep a close eye on your impulsive uncles."

"Don't worry, Master! I will handle everything," Zhang Shan said.

"Alright, go ahead." Zhang Sanfeng happily went off to enjoy his own carefree life.

When Zhang Shan left the back mountain and returned to the Zhenwu Hall, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were already there.

Even Yu Daiyan, who has been paralyzed for more than ten years, came to see his fellow disciples off.

"Uncle-Master, let's go!" Zhang Shan said to the group.

"Xiaoshan is here!"

"Xiaoshan, how is your master doing lately?"

Upon seeing Zhang Shan, the group inquired about Zhang Sanfeng's situation.

Over the years, apart from Zhang Shan being able to see Zhang Sanfeng frequently, it has been very difficult for others to see him.

“My great-grandfather is in good health! This time when I came out, he specifically told me to take good care of all my uncles and senior brothers!” Zhang Shan said with a smile.

"Hey! We're all your elders, do we need you to take care of us?" Mo Shenggu said with a laugh.

"I didn't want to either, but it was my master's request after all, so I had no choice but to take care of you." Zhang Shan also looked helpless, as if he was the one who was suffering a loss.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang all shook their heads with smiles, but Song Qingshu secretly clenched his fists.

“How dare a mere boy who has never left Wudang Mountain speak to his elders like that!” Song Qingshu stepped forward and said.

Zhang Shan raised his eyelids slightly, and the next second, his fist had already landed on Song Qingshu's face!

boom!

The pure Yang internal force, carrying an irresistible force, struck Song Qingshu's body, sending him flying dozens of meters away. After crashing through the wall of the Zhenwu Hall, he landed directly on the plaza!

"Ah!!" Song Qingshu screamed in agony. He felt as if his nose had been broken, and his mind was in a daze, his consciousness unclear.

Zhang Shan, stepping on the Seven Stars, arrived in front of Song Qingshu in the blink of an eye and said coldly, "I warned you three years ago not to talk to me with that arrogant attitude. It seems that after you've been out there for a few years, you've completely forgotten what I said!"

Song Qingshu was a few years older than Zhang Shan. He left Wudang two years ago and made a name for himself in the martial arts world as the "Jade-faced Mengchang".

This title means that he is a handsome guy who brings warmth to everyone, treats people sincerely, and is a trustworthy person.

But Zhang Shan knew all too well what kind of person Song Qingshu really was!

On his way to Bright Peak, this guy was discovered by Mo Shenggu for peeping at Emei women sleeping, so he killed Mo Shenggu, then defected to Wudang, joined the Beggars' Sect, and poisoned Zhang Sanfeng.

Although he hasn't done those things yet, he's very unhappy that Zhang Shan dares to boss him around!

Song Yuanqiao rushed over and, seeing his son's disfigured face from a punch, became extremely anxious. He roared at Zhang Shan, "We're all family! Why did you hit him so hard!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Shan turned his head, put his hands behind his back, and left.

"You! Sigh..." Song Yuanqiao sighed and hurriedly ordered someone to take Song Qingshu to see a doctor for treatment. He then led his junior brothers to follow Zhang Shan's footsteps and head towards Bright Peak.

On the way, Mo Shenggu came to Zhang Shan's side and said, "Xiao Shan, you really went too far this time."

"What's a broken nose for a martial artist?" Zhang Shan said disdainfully. "Song Qingshu was no match for me a few years ago. I warned him back then not to mess with me. He still dared to come at me today. It would be a disservice to my martial arts skills not to give him a good beating!"

"Sigh...he is, after all, the eldest brother's son..."

Zhang Shan didn't respond. He knew the consequences of his punch, but he already had a plan, so he wasn't worried about what would happen next.

Behind.

Although Song Yuanqiao was also angry, he felt mostly helpless.

He never expected Zhang Shan to hit Song Qingshu right in front of him. "If you hadn't gone to a secluded grove where no one could see you, I wouldn't be so upset!"

As for Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao was too lazy to care anymore, because a few years ago, at Zhang Shan's urging, Song Yuanqiao married another woman, who gave birth to two sons in three years, and now they were living a very comfortable life!

After leaving Wudang Mountain, the group of about twenty people rode horses and traveled at a leisurely pace toward Bright Summit.

On the way, Zhang Shan politely apologized to Song Yuanqiao and said that he would never hit Song Qingshu in front of Song Yuanqiao again.

Although Song Yuanqiao was very angry, there was nothing he could do. He thought his eldest son was quite good, but Zhang Shan had always looked down on Song Qingshu, and he didn't know why.

Not long after the twenty-odd people left, Song Qingshu also left Wudang Mountain and headed to Bright Summit.

This is a rare grand event in the martial arts world in the last decade. All the prominent figures in the martial arts world will attend, and he, as a rising star, naturally cannot miss this opportunity to make a name for himself!

However, Song Qingshu didn't want to travel with Zhang Shan anymore. Zhang Shan was too terrifying. He dared to hit him in front of his father, Song Yuanqiao, and then acted as if nothing had happened. This made Song Qingshu clearly realize the gap between himself and Zhang Shan.

It's not just a difference in strength, but also a difference in status!

Zhang Shan is showing signs of becoming the new leader of Wudang Sect, which is quite different from Song Qingshu, who is just an ordinary disciple.

After some time, the Wudang group and the Emei sect met near Bright Peak.

"Great Hero Song!" Abbess Miejue greeted with a smile and cupped her hands in greeting.

"Extinction Master!" Song Yuanqiao replied with a smile.

The people behind him bowed, which meant that everyone had met.

Abbess Miejue and Song Yuanqiao walked together, discussing the plan to besiege the Demonic Sect.

Zhang Shan and his group walked behind. Zhang Shan's gaze fell on Zeng Aniu, whom the Emei Sect had brought, and he smiled at him.

Zhang Wuji, who was using the alias Zeng Aniu, was slightly taken aback. Knowing that Zhang Shan had recognized him, he returned the smile.

Seeing the two exchanging glances, Zhu'er, who was standing next to Zhang Wuji, felt uncomfortable and asked, "What? Do you know each other?"

She didn't lower her voice intentionally, and everyone present heard it clearly. Abbess Miejue turned her head and looked at Zhang Shan, asking Song Yuanqiao beside her, "Hero Song, may I ask who this young hero is?"

Song Yuanqiao's gaze lingered on Zhang Wuji for a moment, feeling that the man looked somewhat familiar, but he quickly put the thought out of his mind and said to Abbess Miejue, "Abbess, this is Zhang Shan, a third-generation disciple of my Wudang sect. He has been cultivating by my master's side all these years, so outsiders have hardly heard of his name."

Cultivate alongside Zhang Sanfeng!

This news shocked everyone present! You must understand, that was Zhang Sanfeng! A ruthless figure who had vanquished demons in the martial arts world for sixty years!

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Zhang Shan changed slightly. They knew that this was the true successor of Wudang, even more authentic than the Seven Heroes of Wudang, a true successor of Zhang Sanfeng!

Zhang Shan smiled at Abbess Miejue and said, "This junior, Zhang Shan, has been learning boxing from my master for several years."

After that, he stopped talking.

What are you talking about? These people keep talking about peace in the martial arts world and the greater good of the world. Zhang Shan doesn't want to talk to them about these things.

He gave Zhang Wuji a wink, and the latter immediately understood. It was the look Zhang Shan had given him every time he told him to slack off during the months he lived in Wudang.

The two went outside, and Zhang Shan patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and laughed, "Good lad, I knew you wouldn't die!"

Zhang Wuji also laughed and said, "I've had some fortuitous encounters over the years, and I've finally cured the cold poison in my body. However, I really didn't expect that you would recognize me at a glance, Brother Shan!"

"You're my little brother! How could I not recognize you!" Zhang Shan laughed. "Come on, let me tell you about the current situation!"

"it is good."

As they walked and talked, Zhang Shan told Zhang Wuji about the recent events that had happened there, and Zhang Wuji recounted his own experiences over the years.

"It seems the Demonic Sect isn't that strong after all?" After hearing Zhang Shan's account, Zhang Wuji's wariness of the Demonic Sect immediately lessened.

According to Zhang Shan, the Demonic Sect was a bunch of weaklings, and its higher-ups were even more despicable, lacking even a single decent martial artist.

“But this is not quite the same as what I heard from the old nun Miejue,” Zhang Wuji said. “According to that old nun, the four protectors of the Ming Cult are all top-notch masters, and there are also left and right protectors and the like.”

Zhang Shan simply shook his head slightly and said, "Those people are no concern. Wuji, what brings you here? Do you intend to help your grandfather?"

Zhang Wuji remained silent; he did indeed have such thoughts.

"You!" Zhang Shan found his silence annoying and immediately slapped him on the head, saying, "Say what you have to say, or I'll beat you until you do!"

Zhang Wuji staggered from the blow, clutching his head and saying innocently, "I didn't expect to come here. I came out of that valley and broke my bones. I was picked up by Zhu'er. I originally planned to go to Wudang together, but I didn't expect to be kidnapped by the old nun Miejue on the way. That's why I came to Bright Peak with them."

Chapter 327 Nine Yang Magic Skill

It seems that Zhang Wuji has a very high level of dislike for the old nun Miejue.

There was nothing that could be done about it; Zhang Wuji had witnessed Abbess Miejue kill Yang Buhui's mother with her own eyes, leaving a deep trauma on his young mind.