At this moment, Mr. Tie Qin, He Taichong, came over and bowed to Kong Wen,""Greetings, Master Kong Wen."
Kong Wen put his palms together and said,"Mr. Tie Qin's elegant demeanor is not inferior to the past. Congratulations."”
He Taichong smiled and said to Song Qingshu,""Great Swordsman Song is truly blessed to have such a son.”
Song Qingshu didn't know what He Taichong meant by rushing over, but he knew He Taichong's character well. He knew that He Taichong's arrival was definitely up to no good, so he said calmly,""No, Sect Leader He is too kind."
He Taichong's face stiffened. He hadn't expected Song Qingshu to reply so indifferently, and the situation became awkward for a moment.
He Taichong could only laugh again,"How old is Young Hero Song?"”
"I'm not talented," Song Qingshu said."I'm over thirteen this year."”
"Indeed, heroes come from young people!" He Taichong said with a smile. Among the third generation of Wudang, I think you are the first!”
As he spoke, he gradually changed his address from Young Hero Song to Qing Shu. They were already of the same generation.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly, but he did not want to hit a smiling person. He said,"Senior's praise, Qing Shu is ashamed."
He Taichong stiffened again. He had met with a rebuff and could not help but frown.
Mo Shenggu quickly walked over and cupped his fists at He Taichong and Kong Zhi. He then pulled Song Qingshu over and said in a low voice,""Quickly follow me."
Song Qingshu nodded and cupped his hands." Master Kong Wen, Sect Leader He, I'll take my leave."”
As they hurried along the road, Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask," Seventh Uncle, what happened?"
Mo Shenggu said angrily," You little brat, you're fine. Wuji's Frost Poison is acting up again!" Hurry up and follow us to expel the poison from him!”
When Song Qingshu heard this, he shivered and said,""Then let's go quickly."
He quickened his pace and soon arrived at Zhang Cuishan's room.
Zhang Wuji's face was pale. He was in a wooden bucket, his entire body soaked in hot water, only his head was outside.
Zhang Sanfeng, who had just left, was pressing his palm on the wooden barrel. Pure Yang internal strength was continuously being transmitted over, borrowing the water to transmit strength.
Zhang Sanfeng's Pure Yang Limitless Art had reached the peak forty years ago.
Over the past forty years, his internal strength had increased day by day, and his cultivation was so thick that it could be said to be shocking.
However, the "Pure Yang Limitless Art" was only "pure Yang" after all, and not the "Nine Yang Divine Art" that was the greatest and most Yang.
This extreme Yin and extreme cold Dark Mysterious Divine Palm cold poison couldn't be completely expelled.
With his hundred years of cultivation, he could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
Water vapor permeated the air, and the entire room was slightly damp. Other than Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou, who were serving them outside, the rest of the Wudang heroes stood at the side.
Even Yu Daiyan was leaning on his walking stick at the side, his expression grave.
At this moment, when they saw Mosheng Valley bring Song Qingshu in, they immediately nodded in greeting.
The few of them stood at the side. After about an hour, they heard Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh and remove his hand. He sighed and said,"Cuishan, carry Wuji out. Sigh, all our efforts these days have been wasted.”
Zhang Cuishan frowned and carried his son to the bed. Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said,"I used the 'Pure Yang Limitless Art' to expel the poison, but the cold poison has always been entangled and unable to be expelled. It seems that this method of using internal energy to expel poison is not a good solution.”
"Master, that…that Wuji?" Zhang Cuishan asked.”
"Now that Wuji's son has already penetrated deep into his bones, no one else can help him with the cold poison in his body." Only by relying on the supreme internal strength recorded in the Nine Yang True Scripture could he transform the extreme yang into the extreme yin.”
"However, when my former teacher, Master Jue Yuan, imparted the scriptures to me, I didn't learn everything. Even though I've gone into seclusion several times and studied it hard, I can only understand 30 - 40% of it. Now, he could only teach him and hope that he could successfully cultivate it. If he could survive for a day, he would live for another day.”
Although he said that this method should be effective, he still had a worried look on his face.
When the Wudang chivalrous men saw Zhang Sanfeng's expression, they knew that this child Wuji was probably doomed.
Each of them let out a long sigh and were speechless for a moment.
A few days later, although Zhang Wuji had learned Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill, the cold poison in his body was still helpless.
The cold poison often acted up, making people helpless.
In just half a month, Zhang Wuji had already become a terminally ill person.
Yin Susu also cried every day, begging Perfected Zhang to save Wuji.
However, if Zhang Sanfeng had a way, why would he let his grand-disciple suffer like this?
Just like that, Zhang Wuji cultivated Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill for two years, but there was no improvement.
Seeing that Zhang Wuji was about to die, Zhang Sanfeng decided to take Zhang Wuji to Shaolin Temple and Emei Sect to ask for the remaining Nine Yang Divine Skill from these two sects.
However, Song Qingshu shamelessly begged Zhang Sanfeng to bring him along, saying that he could take better care of Junior Brother Wuji.
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