Tang Long woke up in a daze.
He opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar environment.
He was in a courtyard with firewood piled up in front of him. There was also a wooden stake with an axe embedded in it.
He looked at himself and realized that he was wearing a Taoist robe made of coarse cloth!
"What is this place?"
he muttered to himself.
Immediately, countless memories appeared in his mind.
"The world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre?"
"I…transmigrated?"
After Tang Long sorted out the memories in his mind, he could not speak for a long time.
He was a servant disciple of the Wudang Sect, and his daily task was to chop firewood.
Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan, Mo Shenggu, Song Qingshu…
One name after another flashed through his mind.
He raised his hand and saw a pair of calloused but very young hands.
"This…I'm only ten years old?"
Fortunately, the Wudang Sect disciples considered his young age and did not assign him a very heavy task. He only needed to chop a small pile of firewood every day before he could learn martial arts from the other senior brothers.
Tang Long's eyes lit up at the thought of learning martial arts. He did not think too much about it and immediately picked up the axe to chop wood.
This body had been doing this kind of rough work for three years, so it was naturally familiar with chopping firewood.
In less than an hour, he had chopped out a pile of firewood.
Tang Long suppressed the fire in his heart and patiently chopped wood.
About two hours passed.
He chopped all the firewood and walked out of the courtyard impatiently without resting.
The Wudang Sect was relatively lenient towards its servant disciples. No one would care if they did not have special missions, did not leave the servant hall, and did not cause trouble.
After leaving the courtyard, the scenery of Wudang entered his eyes.
The Wudang Sect here was very different from the Wudang Sect he had visited on the Blue Planet. The mountains here were surrounded by clouds and mist, and disciples were practicing martial arts everywhere.
What attracted Tang Long's attention the most was that in the martial arts hall next door, a young Taoist priest was practicing his lightness skill. With a whoosh, he appeared on a treetop five to six meters high. His body was as light as a swallow and was not affected by gravity.
Tang Long's heart was burning.
The most famous lightness skill of the WuTang Clan was Cloud Ladder.
The Wudang Cloud Ladder was the lightness skill of lightness skills. It focused on agility and agility. It did not confuse the opponent with its footwork. Its main point was to be nimble and advance and retreat freely.
"I don't know when I'll be able to learn such profound martial arts as Wudang Tiyunzong.”
Tang Long watched the senior from the martial arts hall fly back and forth on the top of the tree without blinking. He was as agile as a swallow.
Tang Long suddenly remembered that the original owner of this body had been in the Wudang Sect for three years and must have practiced the basic martial arts of Wudang Sect.
He quickly sealed the memories in his mind.
next moment
His face instantly turned black.
"It can't be, right? No way! This body is so useless!"
The other people who entered the WuTang Sect with him.
In three years, he had cultivated a basic internal art called Wudang Heart Technique.
He had already entered the third-rate realm from the unranked realm.
But he…did not.
He was still stuck at the unranked realm.
"Oh my god, is my martial arts dream really going to be shattered just like that?”
Tang Long was unwilling.
Unwilling to give up, he immediately sat cross-legged on the spot to cultivate.
He still had a sliver of hope in his heart.
Perhaps his transmigration had brought about other changes to this body.
"Sigh…"
Fifteen minutes later.
Tang Long sighed heavily, like a deflated balloon.
His transmigration did not bring any changes to this body.
Through his memories, a strong sense of urgency emerged in the depths of his heart.
"In five years, it will be Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday.
At that time…Zhang Cuishan would bring Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji back.
All the sects in the martial world came to interrogate him about the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun.
What if someone went crazy and killed a few Wudang Sect servant disciples in a fit of anger?
It wasn't impossible.
What if I happen to be one of them?”
" Also, Song Qingshu was instigated to harm Wudang, and Zhao Min led her subordinates to attack Wudang Mountain…"
"This…What if he kills me?”
At that moment, Tang Long suddenly felt that he was in danger. If he could not improve his strength, he might…be killed.
As for…leaving the WuTang Sect!
Tang Long firmly rejected this idea.
The martial world was dangerous, but the WuTang Sect was relatively safer.
"No, I have to cultivate with all my might.”
Clenching his fists tightly, he immediately began to cultivate the Wudang Heart Technique for the sake of his life in the future.
Following the instructions of the Wudang Heart Technique, Tang Long sat cross-legged on the ground and calmed his mind, not thinking about anything else.
Days passed like this, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
During the three months, apart from completing his daily tasks, Tang Long would either cultivate the Wudang Heart Technique in his own residence or go to the training field of the Chores Hall where the outer sect disciples would teach the most basic Wudang sword techniques.
In the past three months, he had been cultivating the Wudang Heart Technique and the Wudang Sword Technique with all his might.
Even when night fell and the other servant disciples fell asleep, Tang Long dragged his heavy body and reviewed the Wudang Sword Style that he had practiced for the whole day.
However, after three months of hard work, he saw that many people who were slacking off every day were far ahead of him. As for those who cultivated hard, they were already considered the best in the Chores Hall. In the eyes of the outer sect disciples, they were outstanding.
Tang Long finally felt the unfairness of this world.
He had already cultivated very seriously. Even if others were lazy, their cultivation was still higher than his, and their sword techniques were better than his.
"God, why are you so cruel to let me transmigrate to this world and give me such an ending? I hate it!”
One night, Tang Long could no longer suppress his despair and roared in his heart.
"Congratulations to the host for awakening and downloading the maximum level divine technique and talent system. Would the host like to receive the novice gift bag?”
A beautiful voice sounded in Tang Long's mind.
Tang Long was stunned. Downloading the maxed out Divine Art and Talent System?
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