Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

Before she died, she whispered in her ear, and the last words she said to herself were "Wuji, don't trust women, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive people."

Holding her mother's body, her heart as pure as white paper was soaked in the ink of hatred.Facing the upright and ugly faces of Wulin, Wuji scanned them in his heart as if he wanted to keep them in mind for a moment.Chewing the blood through the gums, he swore secretly in his heart: "One day in the future, I will kill you all and avenge my father and mother! As long as the hatred is paid, I am willing to go to hell as soon as my wish is fulfilled."

Wuji hugged his mother's body bitterly, his mother's embrace was always so warm, but now it was so cold that he was afraid.Zhang Zhenren and the others couldn't tell him to let go, so they could only send Song Qingshu, who was close to his age, to persuade him.

"Wuji, let go! Even if you carry on, you won't be able to save Fifth Aunt, and it will make her go uneasy. If you are really filial and respectful to her, then let go!" Qing Shu said while talking. He opened Wuji's hand finger by finger.

It's strange to say that he can't listen to other people's words, and Qing Shu's light and gentle voice somehow makes him feel at ease.The little bit of persistence and tension relaxed, and without strong mental support, Wuji, who had been forced by the cold air to invade his internal organs, fell down and passed out.

No matter how shameless a martial arts person is, he would never be ashamed to blatantly bully a child whose life or death is unknown, not to mention Zhang Wuji at this time has the two major backers of the Tianying Sect and the Wudang Sect, the righteous and the evil.The crowd who besieged Wudang Mountain left wisely, and Zhang Zhenren devoted himself to healing Wuji.

"Cough...cough cough...cough cough..." Wuji breathed out desperately, and turned around before the gate of hell and came back.

Hearing his cough, Mo Shenggu heaved a sigh of relief, and cheerfully informed the other people waiting outside the door, saying: "Speak out! Wuji, the poor child, finally survived the catastrophe."

Grand Master was still not at ease, and asked him with concern: "Wuji, are you still cold?"

Wuji replied honestly: "After Grand Master passed on the exercises to me, I have become much warmer, and my limbs are not cold anymore. It's just that these acupoints are still cold." At the beginning, his adoptive father taught him to recognize the acupoints, and he would feel the chills a few times. Point out one by one.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard and thought hard, but couldn't think of a good idea: "You can live on the mountain with peace of mind, and I will think of other ways to relieve the poisonous gas on your body."

Even though the grand master taught me the exercises every day, the strength of the exercises is like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and a little relief will not last long.Every now and then, the cold poison broke out, and in the middle of the night, he hugged the quilt and curled up on the bed, struggling to bear it.The hand clenched into a fist in severe pain, the nails were embedded in the flesh.

Wuji repented in his heart: "If I hadn't trusted others, how could I have been arrested by Xuan Ming. If I hadn't been so talkative, how could my mother's lie be seen through by everyone, not only harming my father and mother, but also threatening Yuan Zai. The adoptive father of the isolated island. Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji, really violated my name."

Thinking of two gentle people like father and mother being forced to die tragically, Wuji was deeply saddened, but he clenched his teeth and swallowed back his tears.Growth requires opportunity rather than time. After experiencing such drastic changes in life, although his body is still young, his heart has grown up resolutely and resolutely.

Zhang Zhenren was afraid that Wuji would not be able to survive the night, and that the cold weather would cause his body to be cold, so no matter what the season was, he ordered people to prepare a carbon basin in Wuji's house at night.The danger of cold poison is that it erodes from the inside out. Even if the surface of the skin is warm, the heart is still cold and hard to dispel.

As the night deepened, cold air gathered and moved in the body.The upper and lower gums collided with each other tremblingly, Wuji gritted his teeth and insisted: "I want to thank the slap, this cold and pain reminds me every day, reminds me why I lost everything! Open your heart regardless of the consequences of left and right It's too tragic. From now on, I've hidden my sincerity, father and mother, I won't be easily deceived again."

His grand master, Zhang Zhenren, is a master of a generation, knowledgeable and wise, and has dabbled in various martial arts. It is precisely because of this that he can learn from the best of a hundred schools of thought and gather the great achievements of Wudang.At first he stayed in Shaolin Temple for a period of time, although he escaped from Shaolin later, he still has some experience in that period of life.A library building was built on Wudang Mountain in imitation of the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures pavilion, so that the disciples could improve their martial arts.

Wuji's injury was temporarily suppressed, and after he was able to get out of bed and walk around, he often spent time in the library.He knew that his body was already half destroyed, but fortunately his mind was still functioning, so he tried to use his strengths to make up for his weaknesses.

In the building, apart from martial arts secret books, there are also ancient and modern miscellaneous talks, poetry and singing scores, and historical book reviews, all of which are too numerous to enumerate.

After reading many books, I broadened my horizons.Although he is only ten years old, he has already understood a lot of truths, no longer limited to the surface but can see the fundamentals clearly.For example, the people who besieged Wudang that day asked the adoptive father whether the news was false and whether it was true that they wanted to grab the dragon sword.Another example, if I want to fulfill my wish and avenge these murderers in the future, unless I get the absolute right to become the leader of the martial arts or expel the Tartars to become the master of this country.

No matter which one of these two things needs to be done slowly, there is no rush, but his own situation makes him have to rush.The body is his own, whether it is good or bad, he is very clear in his heart, although Tai Shifu has comforted him again and again, but Wuji knows that it has been a long time since Tai Shifu has made no progress in healing the injury of Xuanming God's Palm.

Even if the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body suffers from the cold poison, no matter how weak his body is, Wuji will not admit defeat no matter what because of his strong heart.Occasionally, when he was not guarded by his uncles, he forced himself to stride forward and drive piles. Although he was exhausted and out of breath after a while, he refused to give up his efforts.

One day, Uncle Song Yuanqiao sent Dao Tong to summon him, and Wuji packed up and went to the uncle's room accompanied by Tong Xiao.Walking to the flower garden outside the door, he saw Song Yuanqiao sitting towards the door and a figure with his back facing him from a distance. The figure seemed to be seen somewhere, and it was kind of familiar.

Wuji entered, and Song Yuanqiao stood up. "Wuji, this is my son—Qing Shu, who is also your elder brother. A few days ago, an old friend from the martial arts came to ask for help. I may go down the mountain to help him after a while. I'm not here Just entrust him to take care of you when you have time, and tell Qing Shu what you are missing and what you want. He will help you prepare for it."

Wuji smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Xie is very thoughtful, please take care of me." Turning around, he bowed to Song Qingshu and said, "I'm afraid Wuji will trouble senior brother a lot. Don't be annoyed."

"You are Welcome."

Qingshu's temperament is cold, Wuji said so many words, he just nodded his head in response.

Wuji didn't care, he had heard people mention that Song Qingshu was like that.Although the senior brother is cold and indifferent, he is very interested in this senior senior brother. They are both the parents and children of the Wudang Seven Heroes, so they should be close to each other.

Song Yuanqiao knew that his son was always rigid, so he said something to remind him: "Qing Shu, although Wuji is a Wudang disciple, he is different from others, so don't be too strict with him when you usually practice."

Qing Shu said calmly: "Yes." He never asked about his father's orders.

Wuji smiled cutely and said, "Thank you uncle." In fact, he was a little dissatisfied.It would be fine to tell Senior Brother Qingshu in private, why do you have to say it in front of me?The pity in their eyes really made themselves sore.What Zhang Wuji needs is not mercy but strength.

After a while, Wuji said goodbye and went back to his room.A pigeon squatted on his window sill and fluttered its wings. Wuji walked over excitedly, happily taking off the letter tied to the pigeon's leg. "Ah, grandpa has another letter." He read it over and over again as if he had found some treasure.After reading, I took out a small box from under the bed, put the new letter in the same box as the previous ones, and then put the box back in its original place, and put down the bedskirt to hide it.

Since Da Wuji stayed on Wudang Mountain, Yin Tianzheng sent people to Wudang many times to ask to pick him up, but the envoys were repeatedly stopped by Wudang Seven Heroes.It's not an option to hide it all the time. After many times, Zhang Sanfeng felt that he should tell Wuji out of emotion and reason.

He called Wuji over and asked him: "Your grandfather sent someone to Wudang to ask you to be taken away. Your current injuries can only be suppressed by my Nine Suns Magical Art. It is definitely not possible to leave Wudang for a long time, but go to his little one." It’s okay to stay for a few days.”

Wuji clasped his fleshy little hands into fists, and said decently: "Wuji doesn't want to go, and now he just wants to stay in Wudang. If those people outside know that I have contacts with Mingjiao, maybe they will come to Wudang to make trouble again. If those people think that I have told my grandfather the news about my adoptive father, I will not be at peace even with the Sky Eagle Sect. Although I will not be able to see my relatives, it is better than burdening Wudang and my grandfather's disciples."

Zhang Sanfeng shunned his beard: "Since you said that, then I will tell Master Tianying the exact words, and tell him not to send any more people, you can go back."

Seeing Zhang Wuji's upright little back, Zhenren Zhang sighed: "You are young and have a lot of insight, and you can analyze it well. It's just that he sees everything too thoroughly and thinks too much, so he doesn't know whether it is good or bad. "

For grandpa, a blood relative, Wuji of course wants to act like a baby in front of him and enjoy life like a child.But no.Although the Tianying Sect is not affiliated with the Ming Sect, it has a deep relationship with the Demon Sect, and it is also regarded as a cult, and has long been excluded by fellow martial arts.If Wuji wants to achieve his wish, Wudang's backer is much tougher than the Skyhawk Sect.However, Grandpa's influence should not be underestimated, and he might be able to give him a helping hand.So although Wuji didn't go to grandpa to reunite with him, he still exchanged letters from time to time.