Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

The mountain behind Chongyang Palace, a certain mountain stream.

The young Taoist priest Wang Anyou woke up and turned around.

But he found that his acupoints had been tapped and he couldn't move, and then he panicked: "Who are you, do you know that I am a disciple of Zhenren Zhao from the Quanzhen Sect, let me go quickly if you are sensible, I will not argue with you .”

There was a murmur behind him: "Really Zhao? Zhao Zhijing?"

Although the muttering was quiet, Wang An heard it, and he couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw that the villain seemed to know his master: "My master is Zhao Zhijing, Master Zhao, and those who know him quickly let me go."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing..."

An indifferent voice sounded from behind, and before Wang An was happy, the voice behind said again: "But I don't know him."

Wang An's smile froze on his face, and he said hastily: "My master is the first disciple of the three generations of Quanzhen sect..."

"Okay, okay, okay, I know he's great, and I won't hurt you, so why panic?"

Dong Zhang, who was squatting behind Wang An, interrupted impatiently.

It turned out to be Zhao Zhijing's apprentice, that's okay. Since Wang Chongyang founded the sect, the second generation of disciples Quanzhen Qizi was born. Among them, Qiu Chuji's martial arts should be the highest, and Zhao Zhijing should be the third generation of disciples. In the original book, Grandma Sun is also He couldn't beat him, so he used Yufeng to get away, but he met Hao Datong, and the next thing happened.

Dongzhang's long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword touched Wang An's neck. The sharp point of the sword directly touched the skin, scaring Wang An instantly with goosebumps.

"Next, I will ask you to answer."

Being pressed against the back of his neck with a sword, Wang An has lost any temper at this moment, if not for being unable to move, he might already be nodding his head.

"Recite the whole-hearted Dharma silently."

Wang An was terrified, what this person wanted to do, but he couldn't allow him to think too much, just two beats later, the point of the sword on his neck had pierced a point, oozing a trace of blood.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "I said, I said, I said, the Dao was first built to open the nine orifices, and the orifice was originally at the Weilu point. First rush from the bottom of the Yongquan foot, and then the Yongquan rushes to the knees. Pass the knees and slowly arrive. At the tail end, the top of the Niwan turns sharply. Jinsuoguan passes through the Magpie Bridge, and there are twelve palaces descending from the double building."

Immediately, he recited the complete Quanzhen method word by word. By the third time, Dongzhang had memorized it by heart, but he didn't know much about the usage of some words, and he also knew that it was a Quanzhen Dao ballad.

Then he asked him: "How to use "Yongquan", "Twelve-story building", "Niwan" and so on?"

Wang An naturally explained them one by one, and Dong Zhang also inquired secretly, knowing that he was not deceiving, but he still asked Wang An to run through the whole heart method. Jiuyang Shengong followed the route and found nothing unusual, so he pointed at Wang An with his fingers in the air.

He also took advantage of the opportunity to put the long sword on Wang An's neck back into its sheath, and the former suddenly found that he could move. This technique of tapping acupuncture points with his hand made the young Taoist feel astonished. The kung fu of my own master must not be able to do it, even the ancestors...

After that, I didn't dare to think too much, because the indifferent voice behind me sounded again: "Try the Quanzhen swordsmanship again."

A strong wind whizzed behind him, a black shadow passed by, and there was a muffled swoosh, and his saber was firmly inserted into the ground in front of him with the scabbard. It hadn't rained in the past few days, and the dirt road was fine. Not squishy, ​​but even so it's hard to drive a sheathed sword a third of the way into the ground...

Wang Anhou walked towards the trembling sword in fear, thinking: even if he pulled out the long sword and stabbed the sharp tip straight into the ground, it seemed difficult for him to sink one-third of the blade into the ground. People like to have domineering internal strength, but I am far behind.

At this moment, there was no longer any resistance in my heart, and I honestly followed Dongzhang's instructions. During the rehearsal, I didn't even dare to look in Dongzhang's direction from the corner of my eye, for fear of being wiped out. mouth.

It can be said that the inner drama is full. Although Wang An's Quanzhen swordsmanship is still a little flawed, the general direction is correct. Dongzhang will keep it in mind one by one. If you don't understand, just ask Wang An. Wang An also answered honestly one by one, but Wang An couldn't answer some questions himself, saying that he was just practicing according to the master.

Dongzhang didn't care too much about these things. By the seventh time of practice, Wang An was already panting and sweating profusely, but Dongzhang didn't tell him to stop, so naturally he didn't dare to stop. The two of them just practiced and watched each other. One person asks, one person answers.

Combined with his own views, Dong Zhang also expressed a lot of his own views. After Wang An changed, he also found that the sword technique was much smoother, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

Dong Zhang knew that his internal strength was still weak, so he let him rest for a while on the way, while he pondered on the sidelines. Wang An also gradually lost a lot of fear of this mysterious man, and found that although this strange man took him captive, he seemed to be really It's just for Quanzhen swordsmanship.

He didn't beat, scold or torture him, and he gradually let go of his heart. Seeing that he must be very hungry, Dongzhang reached into his arms and took out two steamed buns and said to Wang An, "Let's eat."

After wolfing down two steamed buns, Wang An felt a little more strength in his body, and wanted to practice with the sword again, but he heard the weird man say: "That's it for today, you go back and rest, I will be there every day." So, if you can trust me, you can come, or you can call your elders to come and surround me, but you have to weigh the consequences yourself, I won't force you, just go."

Wang An was amazed, stood up and faced Dong Zhang's whole face for the first time, and Dong Zhang didn't avoid it, just let him look at him openly, under the moonlight, he saw that this man was dressed in gray clothes with a mask covering his face. With a gray cloth, a high ponytail was casually tied behind the head, and he was looking at himself with his chin resting on his hand.

The age seemed to be younger than himself, Wang An was even more astonished, this person has such a cultivation level at such a young age, he must be from some famous family.

But Dongzhang didn't think so much, if it wasn't for fear of causing trouble for the two sisters, Longnu and the others, Dongzhang didn't even want to wear a mask.

Wang An withdrew his sword and said hesitantly to Dongzhang, "I don't know what your name is..."

Dong Zhang, who was sitting on the rock, waved his hands casually: "Don't worry about this, the name is just a title, besides, I brought you here, you should hate me in your heart, why are you so polite."

Thinking of Dongzhang's unfathomable kung fu, his own master is far inferior to it, even a few ancestors may not be able to match...

Wang An hurriedly said with a dry smile: "My lord, I was joking. My lord's ability is far superior to that of Xiaodao, so naturally I won't covet Xiaodao's trivial tricks again. I think it must be because I am curious about my Quanzhen swordsmanship." Yes."

Dong Zhang was surprised, I didn't say anything, you actually helped the opponent back, you are also a talent, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as expected, wherever you are strong, you can be respected.

Just like millionaires don't envy peddlers, the general psychology.

Seeing that the young Taoist was about to say something, Dongzhang waved his hand: "Go back."

Wang An nodded and bowed to Dong Zhang, then turned and walked up the mountain.

Looking at the back of Wang An leaving, Dong Zhang, who was still sitting on the stone, thought to himself: I didn't expect you to be a talkative...