A tattered beggar appeared quietly in front of his father, frowning and unreasonably asked his father if he had killed this person, his father naturally said no, and said that he had seen the Taoist priest, the beggar snorted and was about to leave, and his father hurriedly asked him if he knew who the Taoist priest was, and the beggar only left six words: one gas mountain, two or three views. ”

After Meng Pang finished speaking in one breath, Chu Jian hurriedly asked what to mean by these six words?

This Meng Pang didn't know it, after all, he was a teenager who had never left Mengjiazhuang, but Meng Pang's father knew.

At that time, his father sighed with emotion after hearing this.

It is said that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the world is true!

Ilchi Mountain is an inconspicuous mountain in the southwest of Shuncheonfu, and it is rumored that it was indeed a Taoist dojo a long time ago. Nowadays, nature has long been unheard of from the world.

The two or three views on it are naturally even more unknown!

Father Meng took the corpse back, and said that it was killed by a Taoist priest with two or three views on the mountain, who knew that a few days later, the notice was posted but it was said that Father Meng killed it!

Father Meng felt that this matter was so unreasonable, so he went home and talked a few more words to his son, and then it reached Chu Jian's ears.

Chu Jian thought that the Taoist priest might be a martial arts master! If so, would this world be a world of martial arts?

That was when he first came into this world, his doubts, and of course he didn't doubt later.

He came here this time, naturally because he was entrusted by his teacher, and he came here to sit here.

A few days ago, he just met the head of the Emei faction, and also met the Baimei Daoist, a famous Baimei Taoist in the rivers and lakes.

Song Baimei has a slender figure, a handsome face, and a graceful and luxurious brocade dress, which stands out among the many Emei children and has an outstanding temperament.

Chu Jian swept past among the disciples of Emei, took two steps closely, and said, "Junior Chu Jian greets Master Song!" In order to show respect, he did not straighten his waist.

Seeing this, Song Shan smiled slightly, waved his hand, asked Chu Jian to get up, looked at Chu Jian carefully, and praised: "The face is born from the heart, Fang Xian's nephew is stable and mature, and he has the gentlemanly bearing of the head of your faction!"

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Song Shan not only cultivated the white eyebrows of the three miraculous martial arts skills, but also the divination physiognomy is the most magical. When Chu Jian heard this, he was just like this in his heart, he was a gentleman, and the definition of a gentleman was really peculiar. But in a blink of an eye, I thought that I was actually not the real Chu Jian, and if the original Chu Jian survived, he might be a humble gentleman, but it was not necessarily.

After a few words of humility, Chu Jian said, "I don't know which senior brother is going to Phoenix City this time?"

Song Shan looked at one of the people in the crowd and said loudly, "Zuo Liang, I came out to see Fang Xian's nephew." ”

A person walked out of the crowd, this person had a cold face, and after Song Shan called him out, he just hummed, which was regarded as a promise to Song Shan, and he did not ease his face in the face of Chu Jian. "Senior Brother Fang!"

After saying these three words, he retreated again, inconspicuous among the many disciples of Emei.

Chu Jian respectfully replied to Senior Brother, this Zuo Liang should be in his forties, and it is not an exaggeration to call him Senior Brother, but this person has such a cold temperament and attitude, I don't know if it is why.

Song Shan seemed to be accustomed to the comparison, and asked Chu Jian a few more words about the master's current situation, and Chu Jian answered them one by one, and then asked about the matter. "Master said that let me come here and obey the arrangements of your faction, I don't know when my predecessors are going to let me and Senior Brother Zuo set off?"

Song Shan said with a smile: "The day after tomorrow is a good time, so the day after tomorrow!"

Chu Jian listened silently.

Yes, he is a disciple of the Flying Sword Gate, he suddenly remembered the time in the Flying Sword Gate, and he really missed the sect a little bit in the past few months, and of course he also missed the senior sisters and brothers in the sect.

The head of the Flying Sword Gate is named Zhang Shan, who is the master of Chu Jian.

In Chu Jian's heart, Zhang Shan is not only his master, but also half of his father, when he first crossed into this world, he was only a teenager, he was still a child, he didn't know anything about this world, it was Zhang Shan who raised him, taught him martial arts, taught him the principles of being a man, and taught him the ability to stand in this world.

The head of the study is at the back of the main courtyard of the sect, Chu Jian passed through the main courtyard of the sect, and returned the salute to the disciples one by one along the way, although it was cumbersome, but the heart was also willing, this is the flying sword gate under the governance of the master, for the informal martial arts people, the flying sword gate is particularly concerned about etiquette, and the effect is that the door style of the flying sword door is good, and the relationship with the door is friendly.

Chu Jian walked to the door of the study, knocked on the door, and a majestic voice came, so he pushed the door and entered.

Seeing the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, Chu Jian bowed and saluted, his waist bent flat, which was considered a big gift.

"Master!"

The middle-aged man sitting upright on the chair of the head of the house has a serious face, not smiling, and a square and majestic face with a Chinese character, which has an immovable momentum. Zhang Shan said calmly: "Li'er, have you been slacking off in martial arts recently?"

Chu Jian told the truth. Knowing that his physical congenital conditions are worse than others, he is more and more diligent, not discouraged, not anxious!

Zhang Shan has a rigorous temperament, and he likes diligent and polite disciples the most, and he leaked a faint smile when he heard the words. "You have always been diligent, although you are born with deficiencies, but diligence can make up for your clumsiness, and your martial arts are better than your two senior brothers. ”

Chu Jian listened quietly, although his martial arts did outperform the two senior brothers, he had no pride in it.

Zhang Shan saw it in his eyes and was satisfied. "If a sect wants to gain a foothold in the martial arts, it needs a leader, and this leader is naturally the leader, and if the head is strong, the sect will be prosperous, and if the head is weak, the sect will be dispersed. Do you know that?"

Chu Jian naturally understood, and said respectfully: "Yes, the apprentice understands that the power of my Flying Sword Sect is thriving, and it is the master's strong martial arts." ”

Zhang Shan was noncommittal to Chu Jian's sycophants, and continued: "You see that the essence of the problem is good, but the strength of a sect is not the work of one person, don't be flamboyant." ”

Chu Jian smiled, knowing that the master didn't like others to pat him the most, but what he said was indeed the truth, the disciples under the Flying Sword Sect were not very good, and those like him who were not connected to the meridians were the strongest among the disciples, so it was conceivable that the strength of the other senior brothers was indeed unsatisfactory. The prestige of the Flying Sword Gate in recent years is indeed the work of Zhang Shan alone.

Zhang Shan seemed to consider his rhetoric for a while, and then said: "The martial arts sect is complicated, and all kinds of martial arts are all strange, but as far as the president is concerned, there are no more than two categories: internal and external. If you think that Shaolin has always been the supreme martial arts, it is naturally because of its brilliant internal skills and various stunts. ”

Chu Jian nodded silently, in this world, Shaolin is a well-deserved supreme sect of martial arts, and the disciples under it are so amazing and talented, compared with the Flying Sword Sect, it is indeed very inferior.

I only heard Zhang Shan continue: "My Flying Sword Sect can be ranked on the rivers and lakes because of two peerless studies, one for external skills and one for internal skills, which are flying sword skills and sword intent scriptures, you all know these." ”

Chu Jian nodded, these two martial arts are learned by the disciples of the sect, there is nothing to say, but he began to wonder strangely, I don't know why the master said so much common sense today.

Speaking of this, Zhang Shan pondered for a while, as if he had an unspeakable secret, but after being silent for a while, he stood up, turned his back to Chu Jian, stood in front of the window, and never sighed and said: "Of course you know all this, but do you know that the Sword Intent Sutra is actually not the best internal strength method in this sect." ”

Chu Jian was taken aback, and then his first thought was: Is Master confused?

If there are more powerful exercises, why don't they let their junior brothers practice them? Chu Jian was puzzled, but he believed in Master and quietly waited for Master's answer.

"I have never taught you a few brothers the Sword Sutra, because the practice of the Sword Sutra is too harmful!"

Zhang Shan turned his head as he spoke, Chu Jian clearly saw the solemnity and seriousness on the master's face, and knew that things were not simple in his heart, so he calmed down and said respectfully: "What's the harm?"

Zhang Shan looked at Chu Jian and said word by word: "Meridians, veins, inches, and breaks!"

The meridians were broken, and the simple four words fell into Chu Jian's ears, but there were turbulent waves in his heart, and the first thing that popped into his mind was a scene a few years ago, when Chu Jian went down the mountain with his master, and ran into a mad cow in the bazaar, Zhang Shan slapped it with a palm, and the cow fell to the ground and died of convulsions, with a hole in the middle palm, the size of a fist.

At that time, Chu Jian only praised the master's profound internal strength, but now he was anxious, and blurted out: "Master, have you practiced the Sword Sutra?"

In his heart, he only hoped that the master would give the answer he wanted in his heart, but Zhang Shan's nod made him disillusioned!

Chu Jian's face was like ashes for a while, Zhang Shan saw it in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, but his face became more and more serious and calm. "Looks like you already know everything. ”

Chu Jian only understood everything at this time, every head of the Flying Sword Sect is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, but the disciples under him are vulgar, naturally because the head and the disciples do not practice the same kind of internal skills, and every head of the sect often dies inexplicably when they reach middle age.

Now it seems that it is naturally because of that sword scripture! The so-called inexplicable death is that the meridians are broken!

Chu Jian was worried about Zhang Shan's body in his heart, and wanted to ask Zhang Shan's current condition, but after thinking about it silently, his face was gloomy and he stopped talking.

Zhang Shan looked at it one by one, and his serious face was a little lighter because of his wordless concern, and said: "Don't be a little daughter, my body is not as bad as you think." And I haven't made a move in these years, and the harm of the Sword Sutra is a little less. ”

Chu Jian laughed miserably in his heart, martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat, the master is the head of a faction, you need to keep yourself strong at all times, although you don't make a move, but you must be practicing the sword scripture every day, as long as you practice, its harm is naturally increasing day by day.

Cleaning up his mood, Chu Jian had already understood the purpose of the master calling him here today, and his face was hidden with worry, and he resolutely said: "Master, the disciple has the courage to ask the master to teach me the Sword Sutra!"