Mount Wudang.
Many third-generation disciples went to the training ground in groups of two or three in the first ray of dawn.
In the crowd, a youth in green clothes was particularly eye-catching.
Because he was taller than the people around him by more than half a head, he stood out from the crowd at a glance.
Bai Lan walked alone.
He tightened his grip on the fine iron sword in his hand, ignoring the curious gazes of the people around him as he sighed in his heart.
"It's been almost three days since I came to this world.”
That's right.
Bai Lan was a transmigrator and had a system.
It was a system called the automatic maxing of divine techniques. As long as he saw or learned any cultivation technique, he could instantly reach the maxing state.
Unfortunately.
He activated the system for three days.
He hadn't even learned any martial arts, let alone divine techniques and secret techniques.
It was also his turn to be miserable as he passed through a mountain forest.
Bai Lan, who had no experience in surviving in the wild, lost her way as expected.
Three whole days.
Before he could even leave the forest, he encountered a green wolf the size of a calf that almost ate him in one bite.
If a Daoist had not happened to pass by, Bai Lan would have died.
It was also at this moment.
Only then did Bai Lan know where she was.
Mount Wudang.
Of course, it wasn't the front mountain that was filled with incense and experts.
Instead, it was the undeveloped back mountain where no one could find any traces of humans and wild beasts.
After that.
Bai Lan had created a persona of someone who had walked 80,000 miles, lived in the wild for five years, and devoted herself to Wudang to seek the Dao, which shocked the Taoist beyond words.
Hence, he decided to do it.
One night later.
Bai Lan successfully became a third generation disciple of Wudang Mountain.
Of course, he was only a layman disciple and not an in-name disciple.
But no matter what.
He could now learn from the other third generation disciples.
"Kid, how was it? Did you sleep well last night?”
A tall man with a round face quietly came to Bai Lan's side.
"It's alright."
Bai Lan nodded. This person was the Daoist who had saved him from the green wolf yesterday.
Next.
Something that surprised Bai Lan happened.
When the surrounding Wudang disciples saw the Daoist, they stopped and cupped their fists in greeting."Greetings, Fourth Martial Uncle.”
Instantly.
Bai Lan stopped in her tracks.
Fourth Martial Uncle?
They were third-generation disciples, and those who could be called Uncle-Masters were naturally second-generation disciples.
Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang Sect, had only taken in seven disciples in his lifetime. They were known as the Seven Heroes of Wudang in Jianghu.
This person was ranked fourth, so his identity was obvious.
Zhang Songxi, the fourth of Wudang's Seven Heroes!
Bai Lan's expression was serious and sincere. She imitated the third-generation disciples around her and said,"I, Bai Lan, thank Sixia Zhang for saving my life.”
Zhang Songxi had always been kind and had a good relationship with the disciples. He nodded and waved his hand. The many third-generation disciples then smiled and continued on their way.
At Bai Lan's place.
"You brat, why aren't you as smart as yesterday?”
"Swordsman Zhang is for outsiders to admire. In Wudang, there is no Swordsman Zhang, only Fourth Martial Uncle.”
"Am I not amiable?”
Bai Lan's face twitched.
The famous Swordsman Zhang Si in the martial arts world.
Just this?
Although Zhang Songxi's words had the suspicion of flattering himself.
But to Bai Lan, it sounded…very comfortable.
Except for the last few words.
Bai Lan shook her head and said,"He's very kind."”
Zhang Songxi was stunned for a moment. Then, he laughed and scolded,"Are you asking for a beating?"
In his eyes.
Bai Lan's personality matched his temper very well.
If he were Bai Lan, he would never have said something like walking 80,000 miles and sleeping in the open for five years!
At that moment.
Zhang Songxi immediately gave it to him.
"If there's a chance, I'll definitely ask Fourth Martial Uncle for a few moves.”
Knowing that Zhang Songxi was not really angry, Bai Lan also became casual.
"Yes."
Zhang Songxi nodded and patted Bai Lan's shoulder. He turned around and walked away. His voice rang in his ear.
"Young man, do your best. You will have such a day.”
" I can see that you are very talented and your sword skills have improved very quickly. You are only 8,000 steps away from me…"
In fact.
Back in Wudang Mountain, when he was in danger from the green wolf.
Bai Lan was a real weakling.
The posture of holding the wooden stick to face the enemy was full of loopholes.
In the beginning.
After Zhang Songxi saved Bai Lan, he planned to send him down the mountain.
Perhaps he was shocked by the young man's words.
He casually taught him two moves.
Unexpectedly.
Bai Lan only needed to read it once to learn it.
It was not just similar.
And they looked alike.
In fact, it was even better!
Zhang Songxi believed that Bai Lan would only need one sword to kill the green wolf.
Hence, he decided to do it.
On the way back to the front mountain.
He decided to teach the eighteen basic sword techniques one by one.
As expected, Bai Lan learned all of them.
Furthermore, he had mastered it thoroughly.
From entry level, to small success, and then to large success.
It took less than fifteen minutes.
One had to know.
Although the basic sword technique was not a profound sword technique, it was not a common one either.
The profound sword techniques in the martial arts world were all born from this.
Back then, Zhang Songxi's basic swordsmanship had reached great success after practicing for five months.
His talent in Sword Dao was the best among the Wudang Seven Heroes.
Some of his fellow disciples had spent more than a year on this.
In comparison.
Bai Lan, who had only used fifteen minutes, was simply appalling!
In Zhang Songxi's eyes.
Bai Lan was a genius, a terrifying genius!
His talent in sword arts could be called a monster!
Because of this.
Zhang Songxi directly made the decision and gave this kid the identity of a secular disciple.
Otherwise…
He was one of the Four Heroes of Wudang. Why did he have to pay so much attention to Bai Lan?
All of this was built on Bai Lan's terrifying talent in the way of the sword.
After Zhang Songxi left, he met Song Yuanqiao.
"Fourth Brother, I heard that you took in a new secular disciple yesterday.”
After Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion, Song Yuanqiao was in charge of all the affairs of Wudang Mountain. The matter of Zhang Songxi taking in a disciple could not be hidden from him.
"Big brother, you might not know this, but Bai Lan is a true genius.”
Zhang Songxi's eyes shone brightly as he said,"In just 15 minutes, he managed to cultivate all 18 basic sword techniques from beginner to great success!”
"Such terrifying talent in the way of the sword is a monster!”
"If he was given a little more time to grow, I have a feeling that in the future, you, Second Brother, Sixth Brother, and Seventh Brother will all be defeated by his sword.”
In Wudang.
The secular disciples also had a nominal master, and Bai Lan's nominal master was Zhang Songxi.
However, the latter did not tell him about this.
Hearing this.
Song Yuanqiao's heart trembled.
Fifteen minutes?
How was this possible?
He remembered that it took him a little more than a year and two months to go from the beginner level to the great success level of the basic sword technique…
* Cough cough *
This was not important!
More importantly…
"Fourth Brother, Master's 100th birthday is a month away. Our Wudang Sect has been sending out invitations to heroes. At this critical moment, don't you think it's a little strange that a youth with such terrifying talent in the Tao of the sword has appeared?”
Song Yuanqiao paused for a moment before saying," Fourth Brother, be careful of traps.”
Zhang Songxi asked,"Big brother, would Wudang send a disciple who has mastered the basic sword technique in fifteen minutes to be a spy in their sect?”
Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, but he was speechless.
What a joke.
He could not bear to part with such a disciple.
He could not even carve his own unpolished jade in time, so he would not give it to others.
Then…
Song Yuanqiao understood what his fourth brother meant.
However, even though he understood, it still made him a little suspicious.
Fortunately, Zhang Songxi saw through Song Yuanqiao's thoughts.
"Yesterday at the back of the mountain, I saved this kid from the mouth of a green wolf."”
"In fact, half an hour before Green Wolf appeared, I already discovered him.”
"I've been observing silently."
"So…"
"He's fine!"
At this point, Song Yuanqiao no longer suspected Bai Lan. He smiled and said,"You clever boy…"
Among the second-generation disciples, Zhang Songxi's swordsmanship was the best. At the same time, he was also the smartest and the one with the most tricks.
Bai Lan suddenly appeared at the back of the mountain.
How could Zhang Songxi not be suspicious?
However, his suspicions were quickly dispelled after careful observation.
I'm here for nothing.
There were no traces of martial arts cultivation on his body.
She was thick-skinned and had a temper that suited his taste.
In addition, he had a monstrous talent.
How could he let such a young man escape after he entered Wudang?
Bai Lan did not know that he had already passed Wudang's test unknowingly.
Origins, temperament, talent, flexibility…
Moreover, his performance was perfect!
And this was the truth of the matter.
None of the Wudang Seven Heroes were simple.
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