The martial arts of the heavens start from Wudang

After explaining Wudang's management in Hengyang City, Dai Daojin and his party returned to Wudang Mountain.

On the way back to Wudang, in the carriage, Dai Daojin closed the ledger, rubbed the space between his brows, and breathed a sigh of relief.

While practicing martial arts these years, being in charge of Wudang's foreign affairs inevitably caused a lot of fatigue, but there was no way to do it. At the beginning, Dai Daojin noticed that his internal strength cultivation was progressing too slowly, so he knew that he couldn't go on like this forever, lagging behind step by step, sooner or later He would be thrown away, and he couldn't get the magical sword technique of Dugu Nine Swords, so he could only think of other ways.

Later, he thought of a way to save the country by curves. Since he was a teenager, he took the initiative to get in touch with Wudang's industry. Ming said, Daoxuanzi sighed, but didn't say anything.The road is chosen by oneself.

Later, my position became higher and higher, and I was in charge of more and more industries. I even borrowed the business management experience from my previous life. Anyway, the former president of the Taoist Association has also been exposed to business management.Later, it became bigger and bigger, and several industries such as glass and soap were re-opened. Under the banner of Wudang, it went smoothly.

In the end, Wudang's industry grew rapidly under his leadership. He used a modern management company mechanism to manage the Wudang industry, and considered some things that might happen in the future. The high-level executives are jealous of what they have in their hands. After all, everyone wants to win more benefits. Fortunately, I have left behind, and I still have to rely on myself in the end, Dai Daojin thought to himself.

In fact, what Dai Daojin has never mentioned to others is that he secretly borrowed chickens to lay eggs, borrowed Wudang's network and resources, established his own industry and secretly supported it. What no one knew was that Dai Daojin's private industry almost exceeded Wudang.

Dai Daojin had no choice. His internal strength cultivation was too slow, so he thought about whether he could borrow natural materials and earth treasures to assist his cultivation, and those precious medicinal materials were often expensive, so for his own martial arts cultivation, he could only come out to make money, but never Starting from scratch, fighting alone is too slow, so I thought of the method of borrowing chickens to lay eggs.

Sure enough, in the past two years, I have abundant financial resources in my hands, and I don’t need to spend money on expensive medicinal materials. Finally, my internal strength cultivation has gradually deepened, and I have barely reached the third level. I know that the internal force obtained by external force is not pure enough, it is too vain, but this is something that can only be considered after having it. If there is no way, the cultivation of internal force will be too slow, and everything will stop.

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An unknown valley with pleasant scenery and clear sky.

In the valley, there are only three or four bamboo houses, in front of the bamboo houses, bird cages and chicken houses, and a half-acre vegetable garden.

Behind the house, there is a graveyard, and a young man kneels in front of the grave, crying endlessly.Very sad.

Yang Qingfeng still heard the sound of his grandfather's request before he died, to go to the tomb of the living dead in Zhongnan Mountain to pay homage to his ancestors.

After Yang Qingfeng packed his things, he glanced at the place where he grew up, then turned his head and walked out of the valley.

Half a month later, a young man came to Zhongnan Mountain, with a slender body and clear eyebrows. Although he was wearing white clothes washed, he had a certain bearing.

This person was Yang Qingfeng. He obeyed his grandfather's instructions and came to Zhongnanshan Tomb of the Living Dead to pay homage to that ancestor. As he walked, he remembered the story of his ancestor, the Condor Hero, that his grandfather told him.

Yang Qingfeng entered the tomb of the living dead through the secret door. The inside of the tomb was pitch black. Yang Qingfeng took out the prepared fire book and walked slowly inside. Although he knew that his ancestors were buried inside, he was still trembling.After calming down, I walked into an empty room in the tomb, and saw five sarcophagi inside. In front of the leftmost sarcophagus, there was a stone tablet with the inscription "The Tomb of the Former Master Lin Chaoying". On the stone tablet in front was written "the tomb of my late father Yang Guo and my late mother Xiaolongnu", Yang Qingfeng thought to himself, it seems that these two ancestors should be buried together.

Yang Qingfeng looked at the other three sarcophagi, all of which were empty, thinking that the others might have been buried in other stone chambers.Then take out the prepared things and pay homage to the ancestors.

After that, Yang Qingfeng searched the tombs of the living dead, and sure enough, he saw the tombs of other descendants surnamed Yang in other stone chambers, and worshiped accordingly.What even made him happy was that he actually found a sword manual in a living stone room. He looked up and saw the four big characters "Dugu Nine Swords" in a living stone room. This sword technique should be extremely powerful, so he stuffed it into his bosom casually.No matter whether it is a corner or a wall, there is no gain.

Afterwards, without staying for a long time, he left the ancient tomb. After he came out, looking at the sunshine outside, Yang Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. He didn't know how those people could bear to live in the ancient tomb. Looking at the sky and the beautiful scenery of Zhongnan Mountain, he smiled, thinking that the happiness in the outside world is still there.

Yang Qingfeng has a calm and unrestrained temperament.

"The tomb of the living dead at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the Condor Heroes have disappeared from the rivers and lakes." Only one voice came.

Yang Qingfeng looked for the sound, and saw an old man with a long sword on his back, dressed in Taoist robes, with a clear face, walking slowly.

Seeing Yang Qingfeng, he asked with a smile, "Little friend is also here to play?"

Yang Qingfeng shook his head.

The old man said: "I see that my little friend has martial arts, and he came to Zhongnan Mountain again. Could it be that he is also a branch of Quanzhen Taoism? My old man Cai Zifeng, who belongs to Huashan, inherits the same lineage as Quanzhen Taoist Guangningzi Hao Datong. Which family is the little friend?"

Yang Qingfeng looked at the old man with a kind face, and he lost his guard. He thought that his ancestors were almost Quanzhen Taoists, and even if they were not counted, they were still entangled. Makes sense.Then he opened his mouth and said: "I'm the only one left with this branch of the boy. I don't know much about it, and I don't know which branch it is?"

The old man thought for a while, then suddenly made a move, and pushed Yang Qingfeng with a palm. Yang Qingfeng was startled, but his reaction was not slow. He knew that the old man was testing him, so he stepped forward with his left foot, and his feet formed a horse-like step to worship Buddha, intending to do his best. Gong, with the strength of both palms, slapped the old Taoist.

The old Taoist dodged, staggered away, saw Yang Qingfeng's movements, and frowned, a bit like the three-flower gathering palm recorded in ancient books, could it be Yuyangzi's lineage?Shaking his head, the time is too long to make sense of it, but there is no doubt that it is a real punch.

The old man said with a smile: "It's a pity that there is only Xiaoyou left. I don't know what your plan is next?"

This made Yang Qingfeng question, a little at a loss, what should he do?

Seeing Yang Qingfeng's reaction, the old man thought to himself that this little brother is young and not weak in martial arts, so why not take him back to Huashan, and entering Huashan can also strengthen the strength of his Huashan faction.Then he smiled and said: "Little friend, you and I are both branches of the Quanzhen Taoism, with the same origin, since the little friend has nowhere to go, how about going back to Huashan with the old man?"

Yang Qingfeng thought to himself, the old man seemed to have no bad intentions, and he had nowhere to go, so why not go to Huashan first.After thinking about it, he said: "Thank you senior, the younger generation would be more respectful than obedient."

The old man nodded with a smile, and went out to stroll around Zhongnan Mountain by himself, but he brought back a good seedling.

When the two went down the mountain together, the old man suddenly remembered and asked, "I don't know the name of the little friend?"

Yang Qingfeng thought about it, but didn't say his real name, and said, "The boy's name is Feng Qingyang."

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