Zhang Sanfeng said earnestly,"
"Abbess, you don't know."
"When I was young, my martial arts were also crippled.”
"Actually, martial arts is a skill that kills people. Losing it might not be a bad thing. In the future, if you focus on studying Buddhism, you can still cultivate it.”
When he was young, Zhang Sanfeng was expelled from Shaolin and his martial arts were crippled.
At that time, he didn't even have a place to stay. He didn't have enough food and clothes. He was much more miserable than Miejue.
"Enough, stop talking!"
Mistress Annihilation had a bad temper. Now that she had suddenly become a good-for-nothing, she looked at everyone as if they were her benefactors, even Zhang Sanfeng.
Song Yuanqiao's expression sank.
What was his master's status? That was a martial arts legend!
Master had spent half a year to save Miejue, but the latter was so disrespectful. He was simply an ingrate.
"Perfected Zhang, my master has just recovered from a serious illness and is emotionally unstable.”
Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly apologized on behalf of her teacher.
This was Wudang Mountain, not their own Mount Emei. It would be bad if they angered the other party.
"No worries, no worries."
Zhang Sanfeng's virtue is very deep, and he can tolerate unintentional mistakes.
He checked Miejue's pulse and found that it was stable. Unfortunately, his meridians were all broken and he could no longer cultivate. He asked,
"Nun, I heard from Zhiruo and the others that the person who injured you was a young man. Do you still remember his martial arts?”
There were many sects in the martial world.
Each sect had their own unique skills that were not passed down.
For example, Dali's Duan Clan's Yi Yang Finger, Gusu's Murong's Shifting Stars, Kongtong Sect's Seven Wounds Fist, Shaolin Temple's seventy-two unique skills...
Every martial art was unique.
One could trace a person's origins through their martial arts.
"That little thief is full of evil energy and his martial arts are very strange. There are frost and lightning in his sword qi. I can conclude that he is a demon from the Demon Sect.”
In her entire life, Mistress Annihilation hated the Demonic Sect.
Therefore, he had first impressions and determined that the other party was a demon of the demonic sect.
"Frost? Lightning?"
Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.
As far as he knew, the Demonic Sect's Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao cultivated the Icy Cold Palm, which was an extremely evil martial art. It could freeze the body of the person who hit it to death.
This was in line with the frost that Extinction had mentioned.
As for lightning? Could it be the Heaven and Earth Great Shift? Even Zhang Sanfeng had never seen this divine technique before, so he could not rule out the possibility that it had lightning attributes.
"Perfected Zhang, the Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple are the stars of Mount Tai. The devil from the devil sect stole my Heavenly Sword and must want to dominate the martial arts world. You can't sit idly by.”
Originally, the ultimate goal of Mistress Annihilation was to persuade Zhang Sanfeng to encircle and suppress the Ming Cult.
Now that such a thing had happened, she could use the current to push the boat forward.
"Nun, rest assured and recuperate here. I will handle this matter myself.”
Zhang Sanfeng, who was over a hundred years old, was already tired of fighting in Jianghu. The so-called struggle between good and evil was just a meaningless fight. He had already lost Zhang Cuishan and did not want Wudang to be involved in a vendetta.
Therefore, when Miejue invited him to encircle and annihilate the Ming Cult, he only gave a vague answer. Then, he turned around and left the meditation room.
"Perfected One, please wait!"
Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was about to leave, Miejue hurriedly shouted.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Sanfeng stopped and turned to look at Extermination.
Song Yuanqiao also looked at her to see if she had anything else to say.
"As long as the Immortal promises to annihilate the Demonic Sect and help Emei find the Heavenly Sword, I am willing to offer the Emei Nine Yang Skill to help your disciple relieve the pain of the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm.”
Extermination knew that Zhang Sanfeng would do anything to save Zhang Wuji. He was not afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would not agree to the alliance if he used the Emei Nine Yang Technique as a condition.
However…
"There's no need. My poor child, Wuji, I'm afraid…"
Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh and left resolutely.
Zhang Wuji was an eternal scar in his heart.
He had lived for more than a hundred years and was still recognized as a martial arts legend. However, he could not even protect his grand-disciple's life. He had let down the Cuishan couple in the underworld.
"Hero Song, what is this?"
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng leave resentfully, Mistress Annihilation was confused.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Sanfeng had no reason to refuse. Did he not want to save Zhang Wuji? How was this possible?
"It's good that you didn't mention my nephew Wuji, but I'm angry at the mention of him!”
"Do you know that it was because you rejected him that Master had no choice but to send him to the Butterfly Valley for treatment!”
"But who would have thought that Butterfly Valley would be wiped out overnight. My poor nephew didn't even have a complete corpse.”
The more Song Yuanqiao thought about it, the angrier he became.
Back then, when my teacher personally came to ask for help, you refused to share the Nine Yang Technique, causing Wuji to die young.
Now that you lost Heavenly Sword and your martial arts were crippled, you only remembered to take out Nine Yang Skill. What were you doing earlier? It was too late!
"What?!"
Mistress Miejue's face turned pale.
He was really stupid to bring up a sore spot!
Only Zhang Sanfeng had a high self-restraint and actually healed him. If it were anyone else, they would have wanted him to die earlier.
"Our Wudang is barren and can't compare to the beautiful mountains and rivers of Emei. I've wronged you these days. Tomorrow, I'll ask my disciple to send you down the mountain.”
An expulsion order!
He had given Miejue the order to leave!
After saying that, Song Yuanqiao flicked his sleeves and left without looking back.
He didn't have Zhang Sanfeng's self-restraint, so he wouldn't be polite to an ingrate like Miejue.
"Master, what should we do now?”
The WuTang Sect was obviously trying to coax them. The Emei disciples all looked at Miejue.
Mistress Miejue clenched her fists. Her martial arts had been crippled and she had become a stray dog. She was really poor and short-sighted.
She gritted her teeth and said to the disciples,
"There's no need for the Wudang Sect to chase us away. We'll leave on our own.”
On the same day, Mistress Annihilation left Wudang Sect with her disciples without saying goodbye and returned to Mount Emei, which was thousands of miles away.
"Master, the Emei Sect has left."
In the True Martial Great Hall, Song Yuanqiao reported to Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly, as if he had expected this.
"Yuanqiao, I was indebted to Guo Xiang back then. Now that Emei has lost the Heavenly Sword, Miejue is not worthy of sympathy, but we can't just sit by and do nothing.”
Zhang Sanfeng's meaning was very clear. Regardless of whether they could find him or not, Wudang Sect had already done their best. They had already given an account to their ancestors. At the very least, they had a clear conscience.
"I understand."
Song Yuanqiao nodded respectfully.
If he wanted to find Heavenly Sword, he had to find that white-robed youth.
The white-robed youth would definitely hide and study Heavenly Sword in secret.
It was not easy to find him in the vast sea of people.
However, it was precisely because the matter was very difficult that his master had entrusted it to him.
"I watched Qingshu grow up. This child's talent is not bad. It's time to go down the mountain and experience it.”
Zhang Sanfeng stood in front of the window and looked at the training field.
On the Martial Arts Practice Field, a youth in green was practicing his sword. His sword skills were nimble and remarkable. This child was Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed. If Fearless was still in the human world, he would be as tall as Qing Shu. Unfortunately…
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