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"Of course I believe in my brother's ability."

"Hahaha, alright, since Xiaofang said that, after we pay our respects to our parents, you and I will find a mountain and establish a sect!"

"Of course you can, but I'm afraid a lot of people will come and cause trouble. Not everyone in the same profession is easy to get along with."

"It doesn't matter. I have the confidence to convince them."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

Seeing his brother so confident, Zhang Fang was no longer worried.

Forty years ago, his brother's strength was already extremely powerful.

Forty years later, Zhang Fang no longer dared to imagine his brother's level.

I'm afraid it can really be called the pinnacle of the world.

After eating and drinking, the two brothers set off again.

This time the two returned to their hometown.

Yizhou, Liaodong.

The Zhang family's ancestral home has become dilapidated.

Fortunately, my parents’ ancestral graves are still there.

It’s just that compared to decades ago, the grave is a little shorter.

Perhaps the cold winds from the northeast in the past few decades have blown away some of the soil on the top.

Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fang kowtowed three times in front of their parents' graves. They stood in front of the graves for a long time before leaving.

Another year passed.

Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect in Wudang Mountain, Huguang.

The people of the martial arts world were shocked when they heard about this. More than ten sects came to Wudang to discuss and compete with Zhang Sanfeng, and later they all approved of Zhang Sanfeng's move.

But according to Jianghu Xiaozhan News:

The more than ten leaders who went up the mountain at that time all had bruises on their faces when they came down.

However, this news has never been recognized by everyone.

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Chapter 26: The Five Decays of Heaven and Man! The Taoist Master Descends the Mountain, and the Sixty-Year Year Eliminates the Demons! (Please give me flowers, votes, and rewards!)

The Wudang Sect was founded seven years ago.

In the outside world, the Ming Dynasty Hongwu has been established, and Zhang Sanfeng has also accepted many proud inner disciples in Wudang, and even more outer disciples.

In today's world of martial arts, although Wudang was founded not long ago, its reputation is comparable to that of Zen Shaolin!

It’s not because of anything else, but mainly because the leader of Wudang is so good at fighting.

Since the founding of Wudang, a group of sects have come to challenge Zhang Sanfeng every year.

Face these people.

Zhang Sanfeng's attacks from beginning to end did not exceed three moves.

Such a record is really too dazzling.

People in the underworld all admire the strong.

With such a powerful leader, who wouldn't want to become his disciple?

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng's standards for selecting disciples are high enough, and the people he accepted as disciples in the past seven years all have good character.

The people around here also praised the Wudang Sect for its strict style and its emphasis on kindness!

This day in the inner hall of Wudang Sect.

Zhang Sanfeng said to Zhang Fang:

"Xiao Fang, I've recently discovered a new set of boxing and sword techniques. Come and learn them."

Zhang Fang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

Ever since his brother founded the sect, the other party seemed to have been awakened.

He would create some new skills every now and then.

Moreover, these skills are not crudely made.

On the contrary, each of them is at a level that would be snatched away if put on the market.

As a result, Wudang, which had a shallow foundation, gradually grew stronger.

But Zhang Fang couldn't help but wonder if his brother was possessed by some Taoist ancestor.

I recalled what Zhang Quanyi said when we were in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley.

At this time, Zhang Fang finally had a very clear understanding.

His brother's method was indeed no worse than that of True Man Zi Yang.

Whenever Zhang Sanfeng created a new martial art, Zhang Fang was always the first beneficiary.

The other party would always teach it to Zhang Fang first, and only when Zhang Fang had mastered the technique would he pass it on to his disciples.

It is difficult to judge whether Zhang Sanfeng was using his brother as a test subject or whether he really loved his brother.

But there is one thing to say.

Zhang Fang's cultivation was indeed constantly improving because of this.

"Okay, please start explaining, brother."

Zhang Fang was not polite and immediately made room for Zhang Sanfeng.

Then watch Zhang Sanfeng start to practice his boxing skills.

This boxing technique caught Zhang Fang's attention as soon as it was demonstrated.

Compared with ordinary boxing techniques, the movements of this boxing technique are extremely slow. At first glance, it seems to be full of weaknesses, but those who are proficient in boxing theory will find that this seemingly slow boxing technique actually contains unparalleled strength!

The power starts from the heels, is concentrated in the waist, manifests in the fingers, and originates from the spine. It flows from the feet to the legs and then to the waist, forming a complete and unified force!

If it were to explode, one movement could lead to a hundred movements, and one force could trigger a hundred forces!

Then Zhang Sanfeng began to practice swordsmanship again.

The same goes for swordsmanship!

It was extremely slow, but contained subtle sword principles!

After finishing practicing the punch and sword moves, Zhang Fang began to ponder carefully.

Just now he was observing the appearance of his fist and sword, but now he was thinking about its essence.

After a moment, he couldn't help but admire:

"As expected of you, you can actually create such a technique that combines the transformation of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, complements Yin and Yang, distinguishes Yin and Yang, and unites Yin and Yang. Just relying on this set of boxing and sword techniques, you are enough to leave your name in the history of Taoism."

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled.

He stroked his beard and continued:

"So, are you going to learn or not?"

"study!"

"But what are the names of these boxing and sword techniques?"

"Let's call them Tai Chi Quan and Tai Chi Sword."

Then Zhang Sanfeng began to personally teach Zhang Fang how to punch and sword.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.

Zhang Fang is now over a hundred years old.

Not to mention Zhang Sanfeng.

Both of them are considered veterans in the current world of extraordinary people.

In Taoism, he is even considered the best master.

But life eventually comes to an end.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was still in good spirits, Zhang Fang was showing signs of the five signs of decline.

A pavilion on the back hill of Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Fang slowly made a cup of tea for his brother.

His old face was covered with wrinkles, and his hair and eyebrows were no longer pure white, but had a hint of gray.

These are the five signs of decline of celestial beings.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at his brother with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Brother, have some tea."

"it is good."

After tasting the tea, Zhang Fang put down the teacup in his hand. He looked towards the layers of mountains in the distance, his eyes showing infinite nostalgia and longing.

"Brother, I've noticed that when people get older, they really like to reminisce about the past. Brother, do you still remember the past?"

"Of course I remember."

"Yes, as cultivators like us, our memories are not like those of ordinary people. Many things are hard to forget."

"Xiao Fang, stop thinking about that. You need to practice hard. You still have a broad road ahead of you. Don't always dwell on the past!"

"Brother, I have finally reached the end of this path of cultivation. I can't go on."

When Zhang Fang said this with a smile, Zhang Sanfeng was speechless. His face showed a bit of sadness and his eyes were full of sorrow.

The fourth of the five signs of decline of heavenly beings is attachment to external things and unwillingness to let go.

Zhang Fang has reached this point.

A few days later, Zhang Fang was lying in bed, and it was extremely difficult for him to move. He could not eat rice or water for a long time.

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of the bed, holding his brother's hand tightly, unable to speak.

Zhang Fang looked dazed at this time, and his speech was unclear. Only a few scattered words could be heard.

"Dad... Mom... Fan Min... Master Qingxuan... Grandma Guan..."

Zhang Sanfeng lowered his eyes as he listened to these names.

But suddenly, Zhang Fang's words became extremely clear.

His eyes opened, and suddenly there was a bit of spirit in them. He shook Zhang Sanfeng's hand and said:

"Brother, I have done justice to many people in my life, but I have done nothing but wrong to Fan Min. There is a plaque under my pillow. Please give it to her for me. If she dies, give it to her family..."

"Brother, I miss our parents... When I die, can you bury me in our hometown? I want to be with our parents..."

"Brother...Brother...Brother..."

After a brief revival, Zhang Fang passed away while calling out to his brother.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were filled with tears.

That day, he stayed beside his brother's body and did not go anywhere else.

The entire Wudang sect also wore mourning clothes.

At the subsequent funeral, Quanzhen and Zhengyi sent people to pay their respects, and heroes from all over the world gathered in Wudang to see Zhang Fang off.

After the funeral, Zhang Sanfeng sent someone to deliver the sign left by his brother to the Fan family.

He personally went to the northeast to bury his brother and parents in the same tomb.

At the same time, he set up a gate pavilion here and left Wudang disciples to guard the body.