Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Li Xiu paused for a moment, looked around for no one, and went straight to Wudang without stopping.

In the mountains and forests, Li Xiu was like a mandrill ghost with wind blowing under his feet, surpassing galloping horses, even worse than cheetahs, but he left Wudang from behind Wudang after a while.

Afterwards, he detoured back to the town and returned to the inn.

Li Xiu had already made preparations, and paid a few months' rent in advance at the inn he was staying in, and explained that he might have to go out for more than ten days because he had something to do, and he didn't need to go in and clean the room.

So when he returned to the inn, nothing bad happened that the room where he lived was already occupied.

At the door of the room, Li Xiu slowly pushed the door open. After stepping in, he first took a look at the inner side of the right door. The small stubbles on the door frame were still there.

This is also what he had prepared before. If someone who didn't know entered his room in the past ten days, the small stubble would never be far away.

After entering the room, he inserted the door backwards, and Li Xiu glanced at the window, and there was no sign of prying, so he felt relieved.

Without resting, he bent down and removed a wooden board from under the bed, and took out the two secret books and his remaining belongings from under it, and put them in his arms.

Then he asked the storekeeper to clean the room, changed the tea and water, and set up a table of vegetables and rice to feast on.

In the past ten days or so, although he had the Nine Suns Manual to protect his body and survived by eating some wild vegetables, he still had to eat some normal food after leaving the cliff.

After drinking and eating, Li Xiu lay on the bed and began to study the two cheat books carefully.

A nameless swordsmanship and a seven-injury boxing book.

At the bottom of the cliff, although Li Neng used the Seven Injuries Fist to press Huogong Toutuo to fight, it didn't mean that Li Xiu had mastered the Seven Injuries Fist.

In fact, most of that power is due to the tyranny of Jiuyang Zhenqi, and the rest is just the use of some subtle moves of Qishangquan and the way of exercising energy.

He pondered in his head for a while, finally put down the Seven Injuries Fist, and focused on the nameless sword in his hand.

It's not that Li Xiu looked down on the Qishangquan, but Li Xiu valued the Qishangquan more than the nameless swordsmanship in his hand.

A few days ago, he deliberately talked on the sidelines, and he had also heard some rumors about the Kongtong faction from the mouths of those Jianghu people.

The founder of the Kongtong School, Mu Lingzi, walked the rivers and lakes in his early years, relying on the Seven Injuries Fist, which has few opponents in the world, so he established the Seven Injuries Fist as a martial arts school after the establishment of the school.

And after learning the Nine Suns Manual, Li Xiu is no longer that martial arts novice, and has a new understanding of the Qishangquan cheats.

Qishangquan is definitely a very meaningful and exquisite martial art. If you practice it deeply, you can release both rigid and soft strength, or even seven different strengths.

Good at urging the enemy's heart, the fist power is complicated and flickering, and the ever-changing power is terrifying.

It is by no means as unbearable as the Kongtong five elders in the original novel.

Li Xiu calculated in his heart that Zhang Wuji seldom used the Seven Injury Fist later on, not because the martial art was too weak, but because he was afraid of it being too powerful and cruel.

A shot is aimed at the most vulnerable internal organs of the person. Even if the person who is hit by the punch does not die immediately and survives by chance, he will be weak and ill for a lifetime.

How could the indecisive, kind and generous Zhang Wuji make it.

As for the Kongtong Five Elders' Seven Injuries Boxing, it's worth noting that if you don't have enough internal strength to practice it forcibly, you will hurt the enemy first and you will hurt yourself, which is ridiculous.

However, although the Qishangquan has many advantages, it also has a difficulty, that is, it is very difficult to practice.

The circulation of qi and meridians is complicated, and the variety of fist strength is difficult to control. It is really not a martial art that can be mastered in a short time, so he puts his eyes on this unknown sword technique.

On the other hand, the nameless swordsmanship book in his hand is just exquisite and complicated moves.

It only takes a short time for Li Xiu, who is now able to fully grasp the scriptures of the Nine Suns, and to exert a remarkable power.

As for the more powerful Qishangquan hindering Li Xiu's plan, we can only talk about it later.

one month later,

The season has gradually approached late spring, and the weather is gradually warming up.

It was still the best restaurant in the town at the foot of Wudang, and it was still on the second floor by the window. Li Xiu, dressed in an ice-white thin robe, with bamboo hairpins on his hair, and wearing black rolling cloud boots, was enjoying himself drinking.

This month, he was completely different from before, as if he was really a son of an aristocratic family who went out to play.

It wasn't that Li Xiu lost his ambition after he got the scriptures, but his ambition never let up.

He wants to be the best in the world.

The kind that is worthy of the name, not the kind that Zhang Sanfeng can only become if he dies or dies.

There was a commotion in the street downstairs, and then passers-by stopped to talk and talked, which also attracted Li Xiu's idea.

On the main road of the small town, a group of twenty or thirty people came from the entrance of the town, all young women in white clothes, holding swords in their hands.

All faintly guarded an exquisite carriage in the middle of the team, as if some important person was sitting in it.

Li Xiu leaned against the window and took another sip of the wine in his glass. He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.

At this time, this ostentation, it is no doubt that Zhou Zhiruo, the chief disciple of the Emei Sect, came to visit Wudang.

"The seven-year period has come, did you come to Wudang to retrieve the Yitian Sword?"

Li Xiu muttered to himself, and then an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An hour later, in the Wudang Zhenwu Hall, Emei disciples were standing on both sides, and a woman in white clothes with a veil in the center slowly entered through the door.

Although they didn't get the whole picture, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu's eyes were stunned just by the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and their eyes followed the woman unconsciously.

A veteran Taoist leader with white hair and childlike face, who was slightly fat, stood and waited.

The sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, the number one master in the world, is admired and revered by many people in the world.

As a junior Zhou Zhiruo is naturally not worthy of Zhang Sanfeng's meeting, but he is representing one of the six major sects, so naturally he cannot be neglected, especially the representative of the Emei sect.

The word Emei is related to a person, a woman, so Zhang Sanfeng has to have something special in it.

Thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to see that bright and unrestrained woman again.

That was nearly a hundred years ago. At that time, he was still called Zhang Junbao, a Shaolin servant, young and shallow.

When Hua Shan first met, he was injured in a hand-to-hand fight. The girl saw that the wound on his hand was bleeding, so she kindly took out a handkerchief from her bosom to bandage the wound for him.

Seeing the wounds on his palms and thinking about the people in his heart wandering in the rivers and lakes for fear of suffering, the girl couldn't help crying. Seeing the woman in front of him so sad, he also couldn't speak for some reason.

That time he looked at her eyebrows and eyes so closely, and since then, someone has lived in his heart.

They met again at the foot of Mount Shaoshi. The little girl had already grown into a handsome woman. She went to Shaolin to find out the whereabouts of her beloved through Zen Master Wu Se, but she returned home lost.

When the woman went down the mountain, he kept following her every four or five steps, but she didn't dare to go forward and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the woman turned her head and saw him, and recognized the injured boy who was on Mount Hua three years ago.

The woman asked him if he came down the mountain to see her off, and he was caught off guard, blushing and stuttering in reply.

The woman took out a pair of iron arhats from her bosom and gave them to him. The boy later learned that they were given to her by Zen Master Wu Se on her sixteenth birthday because of the love of her heart.

It may be that Zen Master Wu Se didn't find out the whereabouts of the person in his heart, so he gave it to him casually when he was disappointed and heartbroken.

"Let's leave it at that, there will be a period later."

The third meeting is also the last meeting.

A few days later, he was falsely accused of stealing Shaolin martial arts and was chased and killed by Shaolin.

Encountering a catastrophe, when I was panicked, I never thought of meeting a woman again.

In order to protect the two, his master, Jue Yuan, put him and her in an iron bucket and ran wildly for dozens of miles. Finally, he was exhausted and died in a sitting posture.

His only relative in the world was gone. Seeing that he was young and lonely and helpless, the woman gave him a gold silk bracelet on her wrist and told him to go to Xiangyang to find her parents to protect him.

Another sentence, let's just say goodbye, there will be a period later.

But this time it is not just a few days, but a hundred years.

The rivers and lakes are so big, and the two of them are so small. When they say goodbye, they will never see each other.

Later, the woman roamed the rivers and lakes for several years, struggling to find someone in her heart, she became a monk in Emei and established the Emei School.

Coincidentally, he also became a Taoist priest and created Wudang.

A long-term companion with a green lantern, and a devoted one to cultivating the Tao, but do you really see through the love in the world of mortals?

There is a legend in the rivers and lakes that Fengling met at the ferry. Since then, Guo Xiang has searched all over the rivers and lakes but failed to find Yang Guo, and wasted his life.

And why didn't he meet three times, and the love became deeper and deeper, and he had been dreaming about it for a hundred years.

A hundred years later, he is already Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, with a great reputation, and everyone in the Jianghu knows who doesn't know. With martial arts at the highest level, look at who is the best in the world.

A mere Condor Hero, how can he compare with me!

His mind was lost in remembrance, he couldn't help breathing quickly and started thinking, but he sighed again in an instant, his expression was a little lonely, and he couldn't help turning around to cover up his emotions.

"Yeah, that's Yang Guo, how can I compare?"

A hundred years later, when he mentioned that bright-eyed, white-toothed, intelligent and unrestrained woman, what else could I say besides saying that the heroine Guo Xiang of the Emei School had kindness to me in the early years, and that I had an old relationship with her.

The distance of four or five steps became a lifetime...