Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice

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"Wuji, this is your Uncle Yu, hurry up and pay homage!"

"Meet Uncle Yu!"

At the dinner table, Zhang Cuishan led his son Zhang Wuji to pay homage to Yu Liang.

He has been practicing in the Wudang Sect since returning from Butterfly Valley and is now recovering from his injuries.

Yu Liang carefully looked at Zhang Wuji in front of him. From the appearance point of view, he perfectly inherited the appearance advantages of his father Zhang Cuishan and mother Yin Susu. He was a handsome young man with bright eyes, white teeth, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified appearance.

However, Yu Liang not only felt the sunshine, cheerfulness and confidence in him, but also the arrogance hidden underneath!

It's right to think about it. Today's Zhang Wuji can be said to have many auras added to his body. If he is not proud, who is?

Song Yuanqiao on the side suddenly smiled and said: "This kid Wuji is now the number one among the younger generation of our Wudang Sect!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang nodded. If Zhang Wuji can reach such a high level of achievement in the future, in addition to many opportunities, his talent is also very outstanding.

Mo Shenggu on the side smiled and said: "Wuji's talent is extremely high. He will definitely be able to surpass us in the future. I am afraid that the important responsibilities of the Wudang Sect in the future will be entrusted to him."

"These are serious words. How can he be able to shoulder the important responsibility of the Wudang Sect!"

Although Zhang Cuishan said modest words, his face was full of pride.

"Yes, why not!"

"Wuji is really a good kid."

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With the addition of Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting and others, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Hearing the praises of his elders, Zhang Wuji held his head high like a proud little rooster.

Yu Liang did not interfere in their conversation, but instead focused on Song Qingshu next to Song Yuanqiao.

As the son of Song Yuanqiao, the young Song Qingshu can be regarded as outstanding in appearance and has the air of a scholar and elegance.

Under Yu Liang's secret observation, although Song Qingshu had an easy-going expression at this moment, Zhang Wuji, who was praised by everyone from time to time, was full of jealousy.

Alas~

Yu Liangzhong sighed and said to himself: The speaker has no intention of listening, but the listener has the intention. You guys praise Zhang Wuji so much, you really didn't consider Song Qingshu's feelings!

The leader of the Seven Heroes and the son of the Wudang Master, he is recognized by everyone as the Young Master and the future Wudang Master.

This was the glory that Song Qingshu had always enjoyed, but now it is gradually leaving him. With this kind of psychological gap, it would be strange if there were no big problems with his character!

The banquet began, everyone drank and chatted happily, and the conversation was very good.

Zhang Wuji suddenly came to Yu Liang and said with a smile: "Uncle Yu, all the uncles say that you are the number one person in Wudang. How about I, the number one person in the younger generation, ask you for advice?"

After hearing his words, Yu Liang smiled slightly and said nothing. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Zhang Cuishan stood up from his seat and scolded: "Wuji, don't be rude!"

Mo Shenggu beside him also picked up his wine glass and stood up, holding Zhang Cuishan's shoulders and said nonchalantly:

"Hey, what's wrong with juniors asking their elders for martial arts advice? I'll just take a look!"

"Junior Brother Yu, my nephew is asking you for martial arts lessons. You, the elder, are not allowed to show your hands to open his eyes?"

Hearing this, Yu Liang stood up with a smile and said: "Okay, then I will compete with Wuji to cheer up everyone."

"good!"

Everyone immediately left the wine table and came to the open space at the door.

Yu Liang turned his back to Zhang Wuji.

"Uncle Yu, please!"

Zhang Wuji quickly pulled out the sword in his hand, threw the scabbard away, and thrust towards Yu Liang.

When there was still a gap of seven or eight meters between the two, Zhang Wuji suddenly slipped and was about to fall to the ground. He immediately hit the ground with his palm for support, turned his body and stood up straight again.

"Huh?" "Hahahaha!"

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Wuji, this kid is really nervous!"

Hearing everyone's laughter, Zhang Wuji adjusted his posture and raised his sword again to attack Yu Liang.

Thump~

As soon as he took two steps, his feet seemed to hit something and he was about to fall to the ground again.

Zhang Wuji wanted to use his palms for support, but his arms suddenly opened as if pushed by an invisible force, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this situation, everyone did not laugh again, but looked at the field seriously.

If he was nervous and careless the first time, then there must be another mystery this second time.

Noticing his embarrassment, Zhang Wuji was a little annoyed, stood up and walked straight towards Yu Liang.

Thump~

His knees seemed to have been pushed from behind, and his legs went soft and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Zhang Wuji took advantage of the situation and rolled towards him, then swung his sword from bottom to top.

Yu Liang tapped his toes lightly and moved back four or five meters.

Just when Zhang Wuji wanted to charge forward again, he fell down again.

"Ah~"

Wu Mian yelled and charged forward angrily, but the result was that he fell down again and again.

On the field, Yu Liang was walking lightly with his hands behind his back. Zhang Wuji was like a wild beast, trying to get into him. He fell down many times during the process.

Just when Zhang Cuishan was about to interrupt the competition, Zhang Sanfeng appeared at some point and reminded Zhang Wuji in the field:

"Wuji, don't let anger get lost in your eyes, feel it with your heart, and find where the power to attack you comes from!"

After hearing the prompt, Zhang Wuji slowly calmed down and closed his eyes to adjust.

It lasted a long time.

"Continue?"

Hearing Yu Liang's inquiry, Zhang Wuji suddenly opened his eyes and shouted unconvinced: "Come on!"

He rushed towards Yu Liang again and fell down again and again, but his posture was not as awkward as at the beginning.

"I found it!"

Zhang Wuji suddenly swung his sword to resist, and heard a 'clang' sound.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng, who was watching the battle, stroked his beard happily.

Yu Liang also had a smile on his lips, secretly thinking that Zhang Wuji's talent was indeed extraordinary, and he could notice it so quickly.

It rotates and oscillates the airflow through the magnetic field to form an impact, which can be predicted as long as you feel the changes in the surrounding airflow with your heart.

After Zhang Wuji blocked the first attack, and then blocked Yu Liang's attacks several times, he suddenly rushed forward with confidence.

But when he came within three meters of Yu Liang, his whole body seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, his limbs were twisted and bent behind him, and he was lying on his side on the ground unable to move.

"Wuji!"

Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan rushed forward nervously to check the situation.

"Fifth Senior Brother, don't worry, the kid Wuji is fine!"

Yu Liang removed the magnetic field and Zhang Wuji returned to normal.

"father!"

Looking at Zhang Wuji who was intact, Zhang Cuishan breathed a sigh of relief.

The weird scene just now shocked everyone.

Song Yuanqiao asked Zhang Sanfeng: "Master, what method did Junior Brother Yu use just now?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly and did not answer.

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