"Ding! Congratulations on changing Chang Yuchun's luck. You have received 800 deduction points."
As expected.
Chen Changsheng was not surprised.
This was because Chang Yuchun's matter had been under his control from the beginning.
The reason for this was because Chang Yuchun was the founding general of the late Ming Dynasty…
It contained a lot of luck from the Ming Dynasty.
Even though Chen Changsheng was currently changing the insignificant Chang Yuchun.
However, the system also gave him a total of 800 deduction points.
Passing on the Dao was an excuse. If he met Chang Yuchun again in the future, he would definitely use it based on his personality.
At that time, this Dragon Slaying Saber's Wu Mu Will would also be useful.
At the same time, this was also a nail in the future.
Didn't Zhu Yuanzhang rely on these talents to rise to power? But when these talents were all in Chen Changsheng's hands…
The Emperor's surname was Zhong, Liu, and Zhao.
In this way, he could ensure that the world was at his disposal and that a large amount of deduction points would not be lost in the future.
Of course, this was not to say that Chen Changsheng had tricked Chang Yuchun.
As the saying went, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer.
When the time came, Chen Changsheng would casually impart a move or two, and Chang Yuchun would be able to enjoy it endlessly.
Chen Changsheng's plan this time had only been a coincidence. It was more of a change in the direction of the world.
As the saying goes, the big picture doesn't change, but the small situation can be reversed. Today, he was scheming against the small situation.
However, this was still a matter of the future.
After Chen Changsheng casually laid out his plan, he no longer paid attention to this matter.
He still had to rush back to Mount Wudang to congratulate his master on his birthday.
The moon was bright and clear. Chen Changsheng glanced at the round moon that was like a jade plate.
He thought to himself:
"In the morning, you swim in the North Sea, and in the evening, you swim in Cangwu. Drunken in Yueyang, I don't know, leaving a song flying over Dongting Lake.
One day, when we go to the moon to see if there are fairies and jade rabbits, that will be what we cultivators should look like. When he returned, he had to prepare for his cultivation.”
Chen Changsheng exhaled.
Then, he closed his eyes and began to rest.
……
WuTang Sect.
Today was the 90th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng.
Perfected Zhang used to like to keep a low profile, and he spent his 70th and 80th birthdays with his disciples.
However, the reputation of the WuTang Sect had spread far and wide.
The Wudang Sect was filled with guests who were here to celebrate the birthday. It was very lively.
And because the Dragon Slaying Saber had been taken away by Chen Changsheng, Second Senior Brother Yu Daiyan had successfully returned to Mount Wudang after chasing and exterminating the bandits.
It could also be considered as changing his miserable fate.
However, because the table was full of friends, there were many guests.
He and the other six heroes did not rest for even a moment, busying themselves around.
Some of the guests who had only heard of him scratched their heads curiously.
At this time, some of the more well-known guests would introduce them to them.
"This is Song Yuanqiao. His cultivation is almost at the Xiantian realm. The young one is Zhang Cuishan, who is in charge of disaster relief. He is known for his chivalrous deeds…"
"Wait, isn't there a rumor that there's a Taoist priest who's the reincarnation of an immortal?”
Hearing that he only introduced seven people, someone hurriedly asked.
"What reincarnation of an immortal? It's just a cover-up by Wudang Sect. I'm here today to expose Wudang Sect's tricks!”
The reputation of the Wudang Immortal spread far and wide, and some people were very unconvinced by this rumor.
"Humph! Trick? I was on the Han River that day and saw that immortal flying across the sky on a yellow crane. That's an existence you can only look up to for the rest of your life.”Someone retorted.
"Who doesn't know how to play tricks? Our Iron Palm Gang once had a patriarch who could float on water.”
"How dare you call yourself an immortal?”
……
There were too many people, and there were many verbal disputes.
Some people were on the verge of making a move.
Fortunately, they did not fight under the suppression of the Wudang Seven Heroes.
"Great Uncle-Master, Grandmaster has come out of seclusion. He's calling you over."
Suddenly, a little Daoist child walked over to Song Yuanqiao and whispered into his ear.
"Master has come out of seclusion?"
Song Yuanqiao's eyes lit up.
He hurriedly instructed his six other junior brothers to control the situation before he hurriedly walked towards the Purple Myrtle Palace.
"Disciple congratulates Master for coming out of seclusion!"
Song Yuanqiao bowed respectfully to an old man with white hair but a lean face.
Zhang Sanfeng was originally quite happy to not see his disciple for a long time.
He could hear it with his ears, but he realized that his 70th birthday was being widely publicized, and the guests were all over the place.
Seeing his eldest disciple come over, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but frown." Yuanqiao, what's going on? Didn't I tell you to keep everything simple?”
Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao felt a little aggrieved.
He immediately explained everything to Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng's brows also flickered with doubt when he heard that something was strange in the Sutra Depository.
When he heard that there was a Wanshou pilgrimage at the back of the mountain, and that Chen Changsheng was wrapped in silk, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes went wide.
When Zhang Sanfeng heard that he was riding a crane down to Jiangnan, he unconsciously pulled out a strand of white beard.
"Are you really talking about No. 8?"
Zhang Sanfeng thought about it carefully and rolled his eyes.
Originally, he was still shocked, but thinking about it carefully, what Song Yuanqiao said was all fantasy.
He was a grandmaster of his generation. Be it in terms of experience or martial arts, he was far superior to Song Yuanqiao.
Zhang Sanfeng believed 30% of what he said and 70% of what he thought was limited.
Just like mortals, they always thought that there were gods, ghosts, demons, and devils, but in reality, they were all man-made.
"Master, you can casually ask second brother and the others. They all witnessed it with their own eyes.”Song Yuanqiao said aggrievedly.
"Alright." " It's fine if your horizons are limited," Zhang Sanfeng reprimanded." The six of them are even worse than you. Wouldn't it be the same as talking nonsense to them?"”
"Master!" Song Yuanqiao anxiously wanted to continue explaining.
Zhang Sanfeng glared at him as if to say,""Try talking nonsense again."
"Alright, Master, take a look for yourself.”
Song Yuanqiao changed his words.
In fact, he thought to himself,'Master, you can't blame me for this. I've already advised you. When you see Little Junior Brother, you can't blame me for losing your composure.'
"After studying for three years, you've suddenly become enlightened. Little Eighth is indeed talented."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded.
He had always paid close attention to his youngest disciple.
Even if Chen Changsheng only liked to read and study, he had never given up hope for him.
In short, no matter how powerful the legend of the immortals was.
Finally, there was one thing that had not changed, and that was that his little disciple had been enlightened.
At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng was also curious about the level of his little disciple's martial arts.
"Farbridge. Let's go and see the guests first. They're all here to celebrate my old man's birthday. I have to show up.”
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently.
"Yes."
The two of them walked towards the main hall.
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