Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a while, then reacted immediately and whispered: "I said why there is such a beautiful son, it turns out that it is a woman disguised as a man!"

Everyone in the Ming Cult was headed by Qin Fan, and naturally all eyes were on Qin Fan.

Even if Zhang Wuji was worried at this moment, for fear that Wudang would go wrong, but at this moment, he didn't dare to say anything.

Qin Fan smiled lightly: "Thank you for your invitation, but I have important matters to attend, so I may not be able to attend the appointment. I am deeply sorry. If I have time, I should pay a visit."

"Don't let it go!"

Qin Fan cupped his hands and drove the horse with a whip: "Drive!"

When several people saw that the leader was gone, they hurriedly followed one by one.

Only the two of them looked at each other.

"How to do?"

One of them couldn't help asking, seeing the leaving figure of Qin Fan and others.

"What else can I do, go back and tell the county master truthfully."

The other said angrily.

Qin Fan and the others are all strong in martial arts, and they can't force them to invite them, so they can only return without success.

Green Willow Villa.

Zhao Min was dressed in men's clothes and sat alone in the pavilion. Her handsome and sassy appearance was comparable to most of the men in the world.

At this time, a tall man stepped forward and said: "The county master, they are back."

"Oh?"

Zhao Min's eyes lit up, she stood up, and the folding fan in her hand swayed lightly, but she saw Friday Loss and Wu Liupo in the distance.

Did not see Qin Fan and his party.

In an instant, Xiu's eyebrows could not help frowning.

"See the county lord."

Losing and Wu Liupo approached on that Friday, and hurriedly leaned over to pay homage.

They were the two men who blocked the way and invited Qin Fan.

"Where is the person I asked you to invite?"

"Forgive me, the Princess, but Qin Fan said he has something important to do, so he can't come."

"My subordinates failed to fulfill the order of the county master, and I also ask the county master to punish me."

The two got down on one knee.

Zhao Min snorted softly: "I have something important to do, hum, they just came out of Shaolin, presumably, they have found the handwriting in the Arhat Hall, and they should go to Wudang Mountain at this time."

Having said that, he looked at the two kneeling on the ground: "Get up!"

"Thank you, Princess."

The two stood up and stood respectfully aside.

"Immediately inform Er Lao Xuan Ming, Ku Tou Tuo, A Da, A Er, A San, we have to reach Wudang Mountain before Mingjiao."

Zhao Min gave the order, and immediately left the Green Willow Villa, with a strong and resolute smell.

Qin Fan and his party galloped towards Wudang Mountain.

However, with the two girls, Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui, Qin Fan slowed down as much as possible to take care of them.

Thinking of the original book, the scheming Zhao Min played a poisonous trick to seriously injure a master like Zhang Sanfeng.

If Zhang Wuji hadn't already appeared in Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid Wudang Mountain might be destroyed.

Even if it was saved in the end, the damage was heavy.

Now that I have my own intervention, many plot timelines have changed.

I don't know if this will happen again.

No matter what, Qin Fan doesn't want anything to happen to a master of Zhang Sanfeng's generation, and he wants to share his martial arts experience with him!

"Brother Wuji, if you take the first step and rush to Wudang Mountain, we will arrive later."

When Zhang Wuji heard the words, he didn't refuse. Now that Shaolin was destroyed, he didn't know what happened in Wudang, so he was naturally worried.

"So, Wuji will go ahead and wait for Brother Qin at Wudang."

"Grandpa, Uncle Yang, Bat King, Wuji is one step ahead." Zhang Wuji said to several people.

"Wuji, if you encounter the Tartar army, don't be impulsive, you must wait for us to arrive."

The White-browed Eagle King quickly explained.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Wuji knows."

"Brother Wuji, you have to be careful."

Yang Bugui said with concern.

Zhang Wuji nodded and left.

With Jiuyang Divine Art to protect the body, even if he does not sleep and rush on the road, he can support it for seven or eight days.

And here, the distance from Wudang is only three days away.

If he hurries with all his strength, he will arrive in less than two days.

Then, Zhang Wuji hurried non-stop day and night. The three-day journey was cut short by him by nearly half.

When they reached the foot of Wudang Mountain, the horse under the crotch was already tired and foaming at the mouth.

Zhang Wuji jumped off the horse, glanced at Wudang Mountain, and found nothing unusual, so he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Untied the reins, patted the horse's mane, and strode up the mountain.

But when Zhang Wuji was halfway up the mountain, he suddenly saw a man running in front of him, with a bald head and big sleeves.

"Shaolin master."

"Could it be a Shaolin monk who escaped from Tartar?" Zhang Wuji thought.

Leverage Jiuyang Divine Art and follow from a distance.

Next, as in the original work.

Zhang Wuji went to Wudang Mountain, disguised as Wudang Trail, Tong Qingfeng.

After that, Zhang Wuji carried Yu Daiyan to see Zhang Sanfeng.

Then, the monk Kong Xiang successfully attacked Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Sanfeng was seriously injured.

Of course, the monk didn't fail either. He was slapped by Zhang Sanfeng, smashing his skull and killing him on the spot.

At this moment, Wudang disciples hurriedly came to report: "Report to the third uncle, the Demon Sect brigade has arrived outside the official, and wants to see the patriarch grandpa, uttering obscenities, saying that they want to crush the Wudang sect..."

"shut up!"

Yu Daiyan immediately reprimanded.

He was afraid that Master would be distracted and get hurt.

However, Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "This is the fate of my Wudang, Dai Yan, I have been in prison for eighteen months as a teacher, and I have learned the essentials of martial arts, a set of Taijiquan, a set of Taiji swords, and I will pass it on to you at this moment."

"Master."

Yu Daiyan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he has been disabled for a long time, where can he learn what kind of boxing and swordsmanship?

At this time, a powerful enemy is coming, and where is the leisure to teach martial arts?

However, when he saw Master Zhang Sanfeng's pale face and disordered breath, Yu Daiyan suddenly had a bad thought in his heart.

Yu Daiyan's eyeballs turned red immediately, and he said loudly, "Master, you don't need to teach your disciples any martial arts, at worst we will fight that demon sect."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a light smile: "Daiyan, don't be angry, you have to remember, you must pass on this set of kung fu, even if my Wudang sect is destroyed today, as long as this set of martial arts is passed on to future generations, my Wudang school's name will live on. Eternal."

After all, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything else.

Stand up slowly, hands hanging down, the back of the hands outward, the fingers slightly relaxed, and the feet parallel to each other.

Then, he slowly raised his arms to his chest, his left arm was half-circled, his palm was facing the Yin palm, his right palm was turned over to the Yang palm, and he said, "This is the starting style of Taijiquan..."