Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

Jing Zhou snorted coldly, raised his long sword, and under the fearful eyes of the leader, the sword took his life away.

Not to mention the generals of the Yuan army, even the son of the Emperor Yuan, he can kill no mistake!

Jing Zhou's movements were incomparably fast, his sword was shining brightly, and in the blink of an eye, he killed the only remaining monk.

"you you..."

The silent killing made the remaining people terrified, trembling and speechless.

Originally, these people thought that capturing Chang Yuchun would be an easy task, but now they all wished they could put on a pair of wings and escape from this terrifying place.

"Ghost!"

"Don't kill me! I..."

Several yuan soldiers yelled a few times, randomly divided into several groups, threw their swords, jumped into the river, and fled outside.

Killing all the Yuan soldiers on the boat, Jing Zhou picked up a bow from the boat, picked up a few feathered arrows, pulled the bow to the full moon, and shot all the Yuan soldiers who jumped into the river to death with a series of arrows.

When Zhang Sanfeng rushed over with Zhang Wuji in his arms, the boat and the river were already blood red.

"I'm Chang Yuchun, thank you benefactor."

The big bearded man before, with a pale complexion, dragged his blood-stained body, endured the pain, knelt down in front of Jing Zhou, and kowtowed three times.

"A strong man doesn't need to be polite. Anyone who sees the Tartars killing people will not sit back and watch." Looking at the resolute man in front of him, Jing Zhou nodded and helped him up.

"You man is so seriously injured, take this pill. These tartars really deserve to die!" At this time, Zhang Sanfeng who rushed over took out a medicine bottle from his arms, took out the pill, and handed it to Chang Yuchun .

"Thank you, Taoist priest, what is the name of the Taoist priest, and where did the Taoist temple become a monk?"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could answer, Jing Zhou said with a smile, "This real person must be the real Zhang from Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng was deeply impressed by Jing Zhou's words before, so he naturally had a good impression of the young man in front of him.

"That's right, the old Taoist is Zhang Sanfeng."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Chang Yuchun bowed again, and then said: "It turns out that it is Zhang Zhenren from Wudang Mountain, who has seen the old god."

Zhang Sanfeng is a legend in the martial arts world, he usually stays on the upper Wudang Mountain, and ordinary people can't see him at all.

To meet this legendary character here today, Chang Yuchun was extremely shocked.

Jing Zhou already knew that this old man was Zhang Sanfeng. Now that he was standing close, and looking at this old man again, he felt like an ordinary old man.

Jing Zhou wasn't sure what state Zhang Sanfeng was in before, but looking at it now, this old Taoist probably has already stepped half of his foot into the threshold of innateness.

"I don't know what Zhang Zhenren said when he went down the mountain?"

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Zhang Sanfeng frowned, thought for a while and said slowly: "The grandson of the old Tao was slapped by the two elders Xuanming. This time, he will go down the mountain to see if he can find a way to cure him. Poor Wuji Child." After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng touched Zhang Wuji's head, and heaved a long sigh.

"Great Master, no taboo is not bitter, don't feel bad."

Although Zhang Wuji was young, he was sensible, seeing Zhang Sanfeng was in a low mood, he spoke to comfort him.He knew that he had been poisoned by the cold, and his life would not last long, besides, his parents were gone, so he didn't feel anything about death at this moment, but seeing Zhang Sanfeng suffer, he felt bad too.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Jing Zhou asked again: "Master Zhang, with your profound skills, can't you dispel this palm poison?"

He knew that he was a consultant, and he thought it was the only way to elicit Chang Yuchun's words, so that he had a reason to take Zhang Wuji to Butterfly Valley.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, looking a little lonely.

Although his Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu is good, it lacks a bit of yang, and the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body has already penetrated deep into the lungs. Even with his nearly hundred years of internal strength, it can only temporarily suppress the cold poison.

All his life, he had been open-minded and had nothing on his mind. The one he still couldn't let go of was this disciple and grandson.

Chang Yuchun said: "Master Zhang, I'm going to find a god to heal my injuries, why don't you go together, maybe this little brother's injuries can be cured."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, and said: "His cold poison has spread to the lungs, it can be cured by unusual medicine, I'm afraid..."

"My uncle has the ability to bring the dead back to life. He is known as the Butterfly Doctor Immortal. I think there is some way."

Hearing Chang Yuchun's words, Zhang Sanfeng hesitated: "Although Hu Qingniu has excellent medical skills, he is a member of the demon sect, and has always been despised by martial arts people. What's more, he has an extremely weird temper. If someone from the demon sect asks him for medical treatment, He doesn't take a penny, but if outsiders beg him, even if it's ten thousand taels of gold, he won't bother."

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng frowning and pondering, Jing Zhou guessed what he was thinking, and said, "Could Mr. Zhang let me try it first? The fingering method I practiced has a miraculous effect on healing."

"Could it be that it's a yang finger?" Zhang Sanfeng hesitated for a moment before expressing his guess.

"Exactly, I just don't know if I can cure the little brother's illness with this effort. Even if it can't be cured, it's still possible to alleviate the illness."

"I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who know this kind of kung fu, so it's troublesome for the young man." Knowing that the young man in front of him can have a yang finger, Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

Jing Zhou stretched out his yang finger and tapped Zhang Wuji's big acupoints, channeling a trace of internal energy and sending it over.

This trace of internal force is like the sun in winter, warm and comfortable, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out a groan.

After a while, Jing Zhou resigned and said, "With my skill now, I can't eradicate this cold poison, but if it is combined with the medicine of that miracle doctor, maybe it can be cured."

He knew the Nine Yang Scriptures, but he didn't want to help Zhang Wuji get rid of the cold poison so simply. Another thing was that he still needed Zhang Wuji to inherit Hu Qingniu's medical skills.

In the future, when the Ming Cult marches and fights, there will definitely be casualties. At this time, the role of the divine doctor will be highlighted.

Zhang Wuji is kind by nature, not suitable for fights in the rivers and lakes, and sect battles, but it is more than enough to be a doctor.

Besides, Zhang Wuji had to help welcome Xie Xun back from Binghuo Island.

In an instant, Jing Zhou went through these thoughts in his mind, the more Zhang Wuji owed, the easier it would be to deal with the following matters, a gentleman bullies him!

Moreover, he can also get a favor from Zhang Laodao.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was hesitant, Chang Yuchun said, "Could it be that Master Zhang doesn't want to see my uncle? Since ancient times, there is no balance between good and evil. Besides, my uncle has a weird temper. If Master Zhang goes, there will inevitably be conflicts. Mei, if it’s not like this, I’ll send the little brother to my uncle and ask him to heal slowly.”

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and had an idea in his mind: "Then I'll leave it to you. If this is the case, I need to trouble the young man. Please ask the young man and this Mingjiao brother to let Butterfly Valley go. It doesn't matter whether Wuji can be cured or not." With the cold poison in my body, I, Wudang, owe a favor to Shaoxia."

After saying this sentence, Zhang Sanfeng felt slightly ashamed, after all he and Jing Zhou just met by chance.It is already a great kindness for Jing Zhou to heal Zhang Wuji's injuries with Yiyang Finger, let alone go to Hu Qingniu's place for this matter?

What Jing Zhou was waiting for was Zhang Laodao's words, and immediately said along the way: "Please rest assured, Daoist, I will definitely do my best."

Regardless of whether it can be used or not, Zhang Laodao's favor is worth more than gold!

Only then did everyone notice that there was a barefoot girl in the corner of the boat, with some shabby clothes sitting and weeping.

Although she is a poor girl from a boat family, she has a good temperament and a beautiful face. She is a perfect beauty. . .