The Wudang Junior Master

The three levels of reverse rebirth are the ultimate skills of the art.

But...it can't reach the sky.

In his previous life, Zhang Wuling watched a video of Zhang Daoye, the author of "The Origin of Qi Body".

He said that you can tell whether a person has Tao by looking at his body.

If a person is sick and feels pain here and there, no matter how reasonable what he says is, there is no need to listen to him, because there is no Tao in this person.

Zhang Daoye was a hundred-year-old man who could cook, work, climb mountains and cross rivers. He spoke clearly, wrote books and biographies, and gave lectures in an organized manner. His eyesight was not blurry and his ears were not deaf. He passed away as soon as he sat down.

No matter whether there are real immortals in the world, Master Zhang definitely has something real.

For this reason alone, his words can be trusted, at least they will not harm anyone.

In comparison, the triple level of reverse birth is really a bit of a scam.

Don’t think that Lu Jin and the others seem to be fine. That’s because Zuo Rutong has made a mistake. Moreover, he always personally guides his disciples during their training, for fear that they will make mistakes.

No one knows better than Zuo Rutong the price of taking the wrong path.

Compared to the predecessors of Trinity School, Zuo Rutong can definitely be considered an outstanding successor.

However, although the third level of reverse life is a bit of a pitfall, Zhang Wuling feels that it is not without merit.

According to his guess, the upper limit of the third level of reverse life should be able to be raised.

Although it is not to the extent of becoming an immortal, it is definitely more than the current level.

The three levels of reverse birth are a bit like a theory. The ancestors started it, and the later generations stumbled along this path and made repairs and amendments.

By the time it comes to Zuo Rutong, it can be said that there are basically no problems with the first two of the three levels of reverse rebirth. Future generations will practice according to his experience and there will basically be no major problems.

Well, it does require a lot of talent. Lu Jin has been looking for a successor for so many years, but in the end, only Lu Lin was able to learn it.

Zhang Wuling touched his chin, a lot of thoughts racing through his head.

After the battle with Mr. Lu, he saw more things, but it was still incomplete.

If you want to fully understand it, you probably have to learn it in detail to know what is going on and some guesses can be confirmed.

Hiss...I feel a little itchy.

It’s not that Zhang Wuling coveted the third level of reverse rebirth, but he simply wanted to verify whether his theory was feasible like a scientist.

After all, the Wudang martial arts were perfected by the ancestors. He just needed to solve them bit by bit like solving a puzzle, and then learn and practice them. It was very easy.

You want to find fault? Sorry, the Grandmaster didn't give you a chance.

What a pity, what a pity. After all, the third level of reverse rebirth is inherited from another sect, so it is basically impossible to learn it.

Zhang Wuling sighed, put aside the inspiration that popped up in his mind, and prepared to carry Master Lu away.

call out!

A golden light descended from the sky, and the figure of the old Taoist priest appeared. He first glanced at the messy environment, and then looked at the standing Zhang Wuling.

When the old Taoist priest saw Lu Jin lying on the ground with his clothes and pants torn, revealing a strong body that was not what a centenarian should have, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Wuling, what's going on?"

Zhang Wuling saw the old Taoist priest coming and immediately said, "It's like this. Mr. Lu has lost his mind and become possessed by the Quan Xing Lei Yan Pao and his men. I respect the elderly and love the young, and I couldn't bear to see Mr. Lu being tortured like this, so I helped him and let him sleep. He'll be fine when he wakes up."

The old Taoist priest was speechless for a while, then pointed at Lu Jin lying on the ground and said, "Is this what you meant by help? I almost thought you had beaten Old Lu to death."

"How could that be!" Zhang Wuling was shocked. "Old Heavenly Master, how could I be that kind of person? Please don't wrongly accuse a good person! If you don't believe me, wait until Mr. Lu wakes up and ask him."

"So, were these injuries from being chased by a bear?"

Zhang Wuling touched his nose and said, "That's not the case. I'm a weak young man, and when Mr. Lu gets angry, he won't listen to advice. So this took some effort."

The old Taoist priest came over and examined Lu Jin. He found that although he looked seriously injured on the outside, he had no internal injuries. He only had a few broken bones, which was nothing serious.

The old Taoist priest heaved a sigh of relief: "You are a man of measure."

"Of course not, don't worry about me taking care of it!" Zhang Wuling patted his chest.

"Rest assured? Rest assured!" the old Taoist said angrily, "Old Lu is over a hundred years old after all. Can't you use some other methods? If something goes wrong, you won't be able to explain it then."

The old Taoist priest was not worrying for nothing. Not to mention that Lu Jin was his good friend, just the Lu family's reputation and connections in the world of extraordinary people, if anything happened to him, Zhang Wuling would instantly be labeled a demon by everyone in the world.

Zhang Wuling smiled upon hearing this and said, "Don't worry, I was controlling my strength and didn't dare to use too much force. I'm sure it will be fine."

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest felt a pang of frustration. Although he knew Zhang Wuling was very capable, this kind of self-confidence...

In an instant, the old master understood. He finally understood how his master felt about him back then.

But then again, when I was young, I knew what was good for me and knew my limits, unlike this kid who is overconfident and unaware of it.

Zhang Wuling was also a little speechless. It was not so easy to subdue the crazy Master Lu.

It might take several people to hold down a mad pig.

If he didn't resort to violence, would he just imitate the old Taoist priest and get stabbed in the chest?

It’s okay for Mr. Lu to fuck the old Taoist priest, after all, the two old men are good friends.

But he doesn't have the habit of being fucked by Mr. Lu. Everything else is fine, but he is mainly afraid of pain, so he can only let Mr. Lu suffer.

Moreover, he did control the strength, and the injuries he caused were all within the range that could be repaired by reincarnation. Otherwise, if a big hole was really made in the chest, it would be very likely that something serious would happen.

Seeing that Zhang Wuling hadn't listened at all, the old Taoist priest felt like he was having a heart attack. He could only say helplessly, "Even Old Lu was dealt with so quickly. Besides me, you're the only one in the world who has this ability."

"No, I can't compare with you."

"Oh? Tell the truth, little boy, have you ever thought of testing the old man's mind?"

Zhang Wuling raised his palm and grinned, "How could that be? I swear, I absolutely didn't mean that!"

Old Taoist Priest: “….”

After carrying Lu Jin up, the old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Wuling and suddenly said with a smile: "Good boy, let's find an opportunity some other time, and let me, this old man, give it a try, shall I?"

"Well, that won't do." Zhang Wuling shook his head. "You are my elder, so why would I hit you? Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a virtue, and I have always adhered to it."

The old Taoist priest felt that he had found the area where he could not compare with Zhang Wuling. It was not talent or strength, but face.

Alas, if Lingyu could learn a little bit, he would be satisfied.

I have to say, the more I look at this little bastard, the more I like him. Why did he go to Wudang in the first place?

Zhou Meng, who was far away in Wudang, sneezed, turned over to look at the moonlight outside the window, pulled the quilt closer, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Without those two bastards on the mountain, things have been a lot quieter these days.