I want to rule by myself: What kind of divine thing is this that can make fire in an instant?
Tony Stark: I think I know what it is…
Xue Zhi Xue Nai: Hmm, it's easy to guess.
Zhang Sanfeng thought,'Making fire…I seem to know about it too.'
Kacha ~
On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was playing with a steel kerosene lighter. He slid the grinding wheel, looked at the orange flame, and smiled foolishly. Then, he put on the steel cap.
Compared to the disposable lighter in Ying Zheng's hand, this kerosene lighter might be a little less advanced in technology, but it was still cool!
Zhang Sanfeng did not smoke, but the role of fire in daily life was self-evident.
He really liked this lighter!
"Master, what divine item is this in your hand? It can actually produce divine fire with just a raise of your hand?”Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, pushed a wheelchair over from afar.
On the wheelchair was Third Brother Yu Daiyan, who had been paralyzed for many years.
Now, Zhang Sanfeng no longer cared about Wudang's secular affairs. Everything was handed over to his eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao.
However…
Song Yuanqiao, who was in charge of everything in Wudang, did not forget to come to the back of the mountain every day to visit his master. Unless he really could not leave, it was a routine and unshakable matter.
And today, he even brought the paralyzed third brother, Yu Daiyan, to visit his master.
He walked closer.
Song Yuanqiao did not bow formally. Firstly, he had accompanied his master for most of his life, so he knew that Zhang Sanfeng did not care about these worldly etiquette. Secondly, it was for Yu Daiyan.
He was paralyzed and could only sit in a wheelchair. If his eldest brother bowed and his third brother sat, wouldn't it be awkward?
"Yuanqiao, Daiyan…come, quickly come over.”
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the calm Third Brother and could not help but feel a pain in his heart.
The old Taoist priest was a hundred-year-old boy and naturally had no children. However, what was the difference between these seven disciples and his own children?
Especially Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, and Zhang Cuishan. Zhang Sanfeng had watched them grow up, and there was even a hint of kinship in their master-disciple relationship.
That day.
Yu Daiyan was injured by the Vajra Finger, causing his entire body to be paralyzed and his martial arts to be crippled. The pain of despair was still vivid in his mind.
For many years, although Third Brother had concealed it very well, it was just to not let others worry.
"I'm ashamed, ashamed…I was so focused on the group chat that I forgot about this.”Zhang Sanfeng felt extremely guilty. He did not expect that the recovery potion in the chat group store could heal all injuries.
As such, Third Brother's injuries were naturally not a problem.
However…
It's not too late now!
"Dai Yan, drink this medicine.”Zhang Sanfeng exchanged for a bottle of Recovery Potion without thinking. Although he didn't have many points, he could still afford a 100-point Recovery Potion.
As for the issue of lifespan…
Not to mention that he had already seen the way forward after discussing the Dao with Fahai, he still had a hundred years of lifespan.
Moreover, as long as he persisted in signing in, it would be enough for him to have no worries for a long time.
"Master, this is…"
"This is a divine item that I obtained by chance. This bottle is enough to heal any injury.”Although Zhang Sanfeng had never tried the recovery potion, Tony was full of praise for it.
Moreover, he had to be careful.
How could the chat group be wrong?
"This, this, this…"
"That's great!" Song Yuanqiao held Yu Daiyan's trembling hands. He was happy for his third brother, but at the same time, he was afraid that Yu Daiyan would be too excited and knock over the medicine.
From the small, we can see the big.
Just from these small movements, one could tell that Song Yuanqiao was observant and meticulous.
Even if Zhang Sanfeng passed away, he could still protect the Wudang Sect.
Of course.
With Zhang Sanfeng's lifespan, even if Song Yuanqiao died of old age, Zhang Sanfeng would still be alive.
"Alright, Dai Yan, quickly consume it."
" But if it's really like Master, I'm afraid there's no other medicine like this in the world. It's better to keep it for a cripple like me in case…"
Yu Daiyan naturally did not want to be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life. He wanted to stand up and walk freely.
He could even use his lightness skill to travel between the mountains like before.
However…
He was afraid.
What happened back then had shattered his heroic spirit. Over the years, his teacher had treated his injuries many times and even used his own internal energy to comb through his tendons and meridians, not caring about damaging his own vitality.
Yu Daiyan was touched, but he was also resentful. He hated his own incompetence and was afraid that he would fail again.
He had dragged down his master, his fellow disciples, and Wudang Sect!
"Bastard!"
Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and slapped Yu Daiyan. Yu Daiyan was dumbfounded as he stared at his fierce and fierce master.
All these years.
Zhang Sanfeng cultivated his body and mind. Basically, he was smiling every day. Anyone would think that he was a kind-looking old man. However, as personal disciples, they knew that Zhang Sanfeng's personality was not only not peaceful, but also extremely irritable.
The title of number one in the world was not made by bragging, but by fighting.
His prestige in the martial arts world was not because he had lived for a long time, but because Zhang Sanfeng was tough enough and never bowed to the Yuan army.
The slap made Yu Daiyan recall the past.
At that time, he had just become Zhang Sanfeng's disciple. If he made any mistakes while practicing martial arts, he would be beaten up.
"I told you to drink, so you drank. Are you still hoping for me to be injured?”Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were wide open with anger. His long beard floated up as he glared at him.
"I don't dare, I'll drink…I'll drink!" As she spoke, she actually started crying.
"Cry, cry, cry! Cry my ass! Those who didn't know better would think that I fed you poison.”
"Wuwuwu…"
He was the third of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, yet he was being lectured like a grandson.
However…
The tears mixed with the recovery potion were so sweet when they entered his throat!
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