After Li Yu entered the house, he discovered that the wooden house was no longer the same as when he first saw it. The original paintings and futons had been replaced by many simple furnishings. Coupled with the smell of precious incense floating in the house, it seemed that

It is the secluded residence of a certain celebrity.

"Tell me, what do you want to do when you return to Wudang?" After sitting down on the pear blossom chair, Zhang Zhenren picked up the tea that had been prepared and took a slow sip before asking. His actions were the same as before.

, it’s just that it looks awkward to act like this.

Li Yu's eyes were attracted by the picture of a mountain dwelling in autumn hanging on the wall. In fact, both the brushwork and the artistic conception of this picture were extremely ordinary. There were even several parts that seemed awkward and unintelligible, and there was no collection at all.

Value, generally speaking, only has special

It would be hung for special reasons. However, it was precisely this that attracted Li Yu's attention. Various signs indicate that the person who painted this painting should not be the experienced leader of the Wudang Sect. In addition, in

He found a sense of familiarity in this painting.

"Murong Lan, or Chun Han?" Zhang Zhenren's long voice floated in the scent of tea. Although there was no teasing in it, the meaning was elusive.

"None of them." Li Yu moved his eyes back from the painting on the wall, "I came here because of a few questions."

Master Zhang said softly "Oh" when he heard this, "That's okay, I just have a few questions to ask you." Before he finished speaking, he added, "If I give you a choice, will you leave?

Wu-Tang?”

Even though Li Yudang was stunned, this question was really beyond his expectation. In his expectation, this question should have been settled. After thinking about it, he still said: "Yes, I can't get it here.

What I want."

"Well, okay, tell me, what do you want to know?"

"What do you want to do with Chun Yan?" Li Yu was not prepared to stay away from Chun Yan. If it weren't for his appearance, the result would not be what it is now.

Master Zhang smiled when he heard this, "Our Wudang sect does not welcome outsiders, but as long as it is a disciple who is loyal to Wudang, Wudang will definitely live up to him." As he spoke, his chest filled with energy, and he sounded even more confident.

A heart-stirring momentum. "The Wudang Sect is inclusive of all things. How can a disciple like him be trapped in the pass?"

Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. If this is the result, it should be fine!

"I heard that you just used the Pure Yang Sword Technique. As the leader of the Wudang Sect, I don't want the Wudang Sect's martial arts to be spread outside." Master Zhang's next question came to me head-on. "What puzzles me is that this pure Yang sword technique

Yang Sword Technique has always been practiced by few disciples, and there is no record of the secret book being lost within the sect, so where did you get this sword technique?"

Li Yu was already prepared for this problem, "Pure Yang Sword Technique, as a Taoist martial art, should not be the only one of the Wudang Sect. What I use is not the Pure Yang Sword Technique of the Wudang Sect." After saying that, he held the sword in his hand.

In a flash of light, the Black Iron Sword was taken into his hand. Then there was a flash of sword light, and a stream of sword moves splashed out like running water.

"Yes, this is indeed not the Pure Yang Sword Technique of the Wudang Sect. I am being abrupt. Okay, you can ask the last question." As Li Yu stopped, Master Zhang spoke simply.

The last question? Looking at the painting on the opposite wall, Li Yu had not asked the question he had prepared. After savoring the familiar smell again, he said: "I want to know, the painting

Where is the person in this painting now?"

Master Zhang did not answer immediately this time. He even stopped raising a cup to drink tea. He also looked at the painting on the wall with a solemn look on his face. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent.

, the sound of wind above the roof was naturally louder.

"It seems that you know something?" After a long time, an old voice sounded in the silent room. Master Zhang stood up and walked straight to the scroll. After touching it for a while,

He suddenly turned around and said, "Tell me, what do you know?" His eyes were burning, as if they were going to penetrate into people's hearts.

Feeling the sudden pressure from the opposite side, Li Yu was certain that no matter what the process was, the result was what he expected. "Recently, many disciples in the sect have gone down the mountain. As the leader of the sect, I should not do anything for them.

Do something?"

"Well, it seems that you really know something. That's good. There are some things that I don't need to say anymore." When Zhang Zhenren spoke, a faint white light surrounded his body, and there were several other words in the white light.

The colorful halos of light were swimming around, looking very gorgeous. When he finished speaking, the white lights actually started to move like flames, as if they were alive.

Li Yu was shocked when he saw it. Although he had already planned to go to war, it was not like this. In a flash of thought, he had quickly gone through the conversation between the two, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.

In his mind, in an instant, a green light flashed in his hand, and he had already held the Black Iron Sword in his hand again.

"Chun Yang, I have to admit that you should have been the most promising disciple of the Wudang Sect, but it's a pity that you can't devote yourself to Wudang. That's all. Now that you've reached this stage, there's no point in saying more.

, you prepare!" As he spoke, the vigorous energy around him once again stirred, and the originally windless room became even more depressed. But the most unique thing is that, seen from a distance, in front of him

It was as if there was a layer of hazy mist, making everything around him look like a mirror and a moon in the water, out of reach.

Li Yu's heart moved, and he already understood why Song Yuanqiao spoke like that before. Compared with his past memories, the strength of the person in front of him was not just improved.

Zhang Zhenren did not use a sword, and his erratic figure like a shadow had narrowed the distance between him and Li Yu. His speed was unprecedentedly fast, and even Li Yu could only barely keep up. That is,

He said that he no longer had any advantage in terms of cultivation alone.

"There are no roots and no limits, all methods are natural." In the low voice, a pair of hazy fist shadows slowly hit Li Yu's face. The moves were simple and the target was clear.

"Buzz", with a slight vibration, the two figures separated at the touch.

After taking three steps back, Li Yu stopped and looked at the motionless figure opposite. The surprise in his heart was beyond words. Just like when he faced the senior sister of the Blood Knife Sect in the past, the two of them were very different in terms of cultivation.
Chapter completed!