Zhutian: I have many inventory

Chapter 21: The Son of Prince Ruyang

“It is not accurate to say that the Nine Yang Magic Skill has been lost. It should be said that it has not been passed down in its entirety. When Master Jueyuan passed away, he passed the magic skill to me, the founder of the Emei Sect, the female hero Guo Xiang, and the head monk Wu Se of the Luohan Hall of the Shaolin Temple.

The three of us have each comprehended a part of it and created the Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu, the Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu, and the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu respectively. If we can combine the three skills into one, perhaps we can recreate the complete Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu."

As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, he looked at the people from the Emei and Shaolin sects.

After hearing what Zhang Sanfeng said, Zhang Cuishan immediately pleaded with the people of Emei and Shaolin:

"Master Jingxuan, Master Kongwen, please consider my son Wuji's young age and pass on the Nine Yang Skill to me. Cuishan will be grateful!"

At this time, Master Kongwen had stabilized his injuries with the help of his junior fellow disciple Kongzhi.

Although his face was as pale as gold paper, he was able to stand up. After hearing Zhang Cuishan's plea, he clasped his hands together and said:

“Amitabha, in order to save Master Ling, of course, my Shaolin will not hesitate to share our skills with Wudang and is willing to exchange Nine Yang Gong.

However, in addition to the communication, Zhang Wuxia also needs to inform me about Xie Xun's whereabouts. I must avenge Master Kong Jian of my sect. I hope Zhang Wuxia can understand. "

Now that Zhang Cuishan had come to him for help, how could Kong Wen not seize the opportunity?

Exchanging the Nine Yang Gong with Wudang was not a big deal. Shaolin would not lose out anyway. The important thing was to take the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of Xie Xun. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?
Master Jingxuan, who was standing by, did not say anything.

The main reason was that exchanging martial arts skills in exchange for Zhang Cuishan telling him the whereabouts of Xie Xun would seem like taking advantage of someone's misfortune. Wudang and Emei have always been good friends, so it was not convenient to speak at this time.

If Zhang Cuishan agreed to Kongwen's request, it would not be too late for Master Jingxuan to find out the whereabouts of Xie Xun in the same way.

Zhang Cuishan looked very unhappy.

All of them were staring at Xie Xun, obviously going for the Dragon Slaying Sword.

But no matter what, there was no way he would reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

But how could he just watch Zhang Wuji die of the cold poison?

Wang Tianming looked at Zhang Cuishan's conflicted expression and shook his head.

He really couldn't understand this so-called loyalty. For this, he would even disregard his own son's life.

However, if we change the way we think about Zhang Cuishan, it is not difficult to understand his idea.

For example, the Golden Lion King is really Zhang Cuishan’s biological brother. One is a biological brother and the other is a son. They are like flesh and blood.

It is indeed a difficult decision to decide whether to sell out one's own brother in order to save one's son, or to keep one's own brother's secret and watch one's son die.

Just as everyone was waiting for Zhang Cuishan's reply.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from outside the palace: "Kukutmur, the son of King Ruyang, respectfully wishes Master Zhang good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as long as the Southern Mountains."

When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw a group of men in Mongolian costumes surrounding a Mongolian boy in his teens and a Mongolian little girl who looked about seventeen or eight years old, who was delicately carved and extremely cute, walking into the hall.

"Kukutemur? That should be Zhao Min's brother Wang Baobao, right? Then the seven or eight-year-old girl next to him, is that Zhao Min?"

Looking at the teenage boy and the little girl of seven or eight years old, Wang Tianming recognized their identities based on the plot in his memory.

Wang Tianming was somewhat surprised at their arrival, but it was understandable after thinking about it.

After all, He Biweng, one of the two top masters of the Prince of Ruyang’s Palace, was captured in Wudang Mountain, and the people of the Prince of Ruyang’s Palace certainly couldn’t just ignore it.

Wang Baobao said it was a birthday celebration and actually brought some gifts to celebrate.

"I'm afraid you all came here not just to celebrate my birthday, right?" Zhang Sanfeng asked knowingly.

"To be honest with Master Zhang, one of my men has offended your sect. I came here to apologize to Master Zhang. I hope you will be magnanimous and let him go."

Wang Baobao pointed at Hebi Weng who was restrained by Zhang Sanfeng and said.

"If I don't let you go, what will you do?"

Zhang Sanfeng did not have any good feelings towards the Mongols. What's more, this Hebi Weng was so ignorant that he even dared to threaten Zhang Wuji's life. Zhang Sanfeng wanted to kill him with a palm at that time.

"Then we have no choice but to offend you. At this moment, a large Mongolian army has gathered at the foot of Wudang Mountain." Wang Baobao said very directly, and the threat was evident in his words. He really showed the decisive and direct character of the Mongolians.

"Oh, we in Wudang are not the kind of people who are afraid of death. Today is my centenary banquet, which is a happy day. It seems that bloodshed is inevitable."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed out of anger, his face full of coldness, and a dignified aura emanated from him, as if he were a deep and majestic mountain. Some of his powerful internal energy was so strong that it made people breathless.

The several Mongolian masters who were originally behind Wang Baobao and Zhao Min immediately stood in front of Wang Baobao and Zhao Min, looking at Zhang Sanfeng with fear and vigilance, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Master Zhang, calm down."

Wang Baobao's face also showed a strange look, obviously Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was beyond his expectations, but he still said calmly:

"Once our Mongolian army moves, Wudang Mountain and the surrounding villages will inevitably be reduced to scorched earth. Perhaps the heroes of Wudang are willing to die, but how innocent are the people in the villages under Wudang Mountain? I hope Master Zhang will think twice.

I came here with sincerity this time, just wanting to bring back my subordinate. If Master Zhang has any requests, please feel free to raise them."

Wang Baobao was worthy of being a great general of the Yuan Dynasty in the future. He remained calm and composed even when facing a martial arts grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng, whose life was in his hands.

What he just said was obviously a threat to Zhang Sanfeng using the people around Mount Wudang.

Wang Baobao's threat obviously hit the key point of the Wudang Sect, a prestigious and upright sect.

In a normal fight, the people of Wudang are certainly not afraid of death, but if they cause the deaths of many civilians because of themselves, that would be inappropriate.

Therefore, although Zhang Sanfeng was angry, he had to suppress it. Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old and had experienced everything, so he did not lose his composure because of these minor threats.

After knowing that a real conflict could not occur, Zhang Sanfeng also took a step back: "I can let him go, but he must first cure the Mysterious Nether Palm cold poison on my disciple Sun Wuji."

"no problem."

Wang Baobao was a little surprised that Zhang Sanfeng just made this request and immediately agreed to it.

"Go and get rid of the cold poison."

Wang Baobao said to Hebi Weng.

"Yes."

When Hebi Weng heard Wang Baobao's order, he did not dare to disobey. After asking Zhang Sanfeng to release the blockade of his internal force, he came to Zhang Wuji and eliminated the cold poison in his body.

Because the cold poison had penetrated deeply into Zhang Wuji's body, even Hebi Weng, the culprit, had to spend a lot of effort and consumed a lot of his energy.

"Dad, Mom, I'm not cold anymore, and I'm not in pain anymore."

As the cold poison was gone, Zhang Wuji said happily to Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu injected their internal energy into Zhang Wuji's body and examined him carefully. When they found that there was nothing wrong, they cried with joy.

Originally, I was in a dilemma because of the matter between Xie Xun and Wuji, and thought that there might be no way to resolve it today. I didn't expect that things would change so quickly and take a sudden turn.

Wang Tianming, who was standing by, also sighed when he saw that the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body had been completely cured.

Because the little wind stirred up by this little butterfly has turned into a storm, completely disrupting the plot line.

In the plot of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Zhang Wuji being infected with a cold poison is a crucial part. If he had not been tortured by the cold poison for many years, it would have been unpredictable whether Zhang Wuji could have become the famous leader of the Ming Cult ten years later.

"Farewell!"

Wang Baobao met Zhang Sanfeng's request, and he, with Hebi Weng, bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and was about to leave.

"slow!"

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, stopping Wang Baobao and others.

When everyone heard the voice, they looked and found that the person who spoke was Wang Tianming, who was pushing Yu Daying's wheelchair and standing next to Zhang Sanfeng.

(End of this chapter)