The next day,
At the back mountain of WuTang Sect.
The back of the mountain was where Zhang Sanfeng, the sect leader of Wudang Sect, was in seclusion. Today was the day Zhang Sanfeng came out of seclusion!
Outside the gate of the back mountain.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang and the three elders stood in front of them.
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the rest of the Wudang Seven Heroes were shining brightly as they looked at the door behind the mountain with reverence in their eyes.
Today was the day his master came out of seclusion!
Priest Mu and the other three elders were all expectant. They wondered what the sect master had learned during this time.
Song Qingshu, as the eldest senior brother of Wudang Sect, said,
Looking at the door of the back mountain, his eyes flickered with a bright light.
"This is a rare occasion!”Song Qingshu thought to himself.
Behind him,
It was the Wudang Sect disciples who were lined up neatly behind them. Everyone had solemn expressions on their faces. No one was careless.
This showed Zhang Sanfeng's status in Wudang.
In the hearts of many Wudang disciples, Grandmaster was probably like an immortal!
The Wudang Seven Heroes and the three elders stood there stiffly, staring at the mountain gate.
Song Qingshu and the other Wudang disciples held swords in their hands and cupped their fists at the back of the mountain.
Sunlight poured down,
The swords in the hands of the Wudang Sect disciples shone with a ray of light under the sunlight.
In this situation,
Song Qingshu nodded inwardly.
Now, they were waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to come out of seclusion.
Everyone's expression was solemn and solemn. Many Wudang disciples looked up at the mountain gate.
After a long time,
The sunlight was no longer warm, and many Wudang disciples were sweating profusely.
Even Song Qingshu's face was covered in sweat.
It seemed that even if he had already become a Pre-Sky Realm martial artist, he would not be able to escape from this violent sun.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang who were at the forefront of this formation also frowned slightly.
The scorching sun was obviously extremely uncomfortable for the Wudang Sect disciples with low cultivation.
At this moment, Mo Shenggu, one of the Wudang Seven Heroes, whispered,"
"Big brother, is master not coming out today?”
Hearing this,
The rest of the people also looked at Song Yuanqiao.
"Master said today is today. Wait patiently!”
Song Yuanqiao shook his head slightly.
Right at this moment,
The door to the back of the mountain slowly opened.
Everyone looked at the slowly opening mountain gate and held their breaths. Their eyes were filled with anticipation.
An old man with white hair and a youthful face slowly walked out of the open mountain gate.
Although the old man had a head full of white hair,
However, there was not a single speck of white on it. Every strand of hair was as white as jade. His face was as fair as jade. Compared to the young man, he still did not need to give in! Although there were traces of wrinkles, there were very few.
His footsteps seemed light and slow, but they were extremely fast.
It was Zhang Sanfeng.
Everyone's eyes instantly lit up.
Whether it was the Seven Heroes of Wudang and the others in front,
The third generation disciples all had looks of reverence in their eyes.
Everyone shouted in unison,"
"Welcome, Master (Grandmaster)!”
The sound was so powerful that it shook the clouds. Even the grass and trees in the back mountain seemed to tremble a few times under everyone's voice.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled when he saw the many Wudang disciples.
"No need for formalities!"
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand lightly.
It was also a signal to the disciples that there was no need to be so grand.
"Master!"
Song Yuanqiao said softly,
The other seven heroes and Song Qingshu followed suit.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Sanfeng's gaze swept across the crowd before finally landing on Song Qingshu.
"It seems that during these few years of my closed-door cultivation, Qing Shu has worked even harder than before!”
Zhang Sanfeng praised.
After a few years, he had actually grown to the late stage of the Hou Tian Realm. To have such a cultivation at this age was enough to be proud of.
Presumably, Qing Shu also cultivated day and night, extremely hard working. Only then could he step into the late stage of the Houtian realm at this age!
"Farbridge! It seems that you have taught him well and raised such a good son!”
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao and nodded as he praised.
Hearing his master's praise, Song Yuanqiao smiled in embarrassment.
Although he had missed his son all these years,
But he didn't teach Qing Shu often. This was all thanks to Qing Shu's own talent!
Looking at the gratified expression in his master's eyes, Song Yuanqiao still felt a little embarrassed in his heart.
"Qing Shu was lucky enough to comprehend the Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword, which was why his cultivation broke through.”
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly said.
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Eight Forms of the Famous Sword?"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded slowly.
Back then, he had felt that the Eight Forms of the Sword was extraordinary, which was why he had found the Fateless Sword and the other treasured swords…
It was just that he had been comprehending for many years, but he had not comprehended the Eight Forms of the Famous Sword from these swords.
However, he did not expect his grand-disciple to successfully comprehend it.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu with a gratified expression.
"Not bad! To be able to comprehend this Eighth Sword Style is enough to show your talent!”
Zhang Sanfeng also praised happily.
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