Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chuixue fell silent. They did not lose because of their Sword Dao. Instead, it was because someone had gone further in the Sword Dao than them and found the next step.
They were in a swordless state, and the path of swordless techniques might not be suitable for them. However, victory was victory, and defeat was defeat. Ye Gu Cheng, who was proud and aloof, did not bother to quibble or say that he would surpass the Sword Dao before him in the future and create the sixth realm, seventh realm, or even tenth realm.
They were competing in the Sword Dao comprehension now, not the future.
If that person fought to the death with him, then so be it if he died. There would be no future for him.
After Ye Gu Cheng came down from the dueling platform, Yang Guo also came down. He went up to prove that the Solitary Nine Swords would not lose. He only lost to someone who used sword techniques.
After the two of them went down, no one went up the dueling platform for a while. Of the two people who went up, one had superb sword techniques and the other had unfathomable sword techniques. How were they going to go up?
If the difference between them and the previous two was too great, it would no longer be a matter of making a name for themselves. If they were not careful, they would be scolded like chickens and dogs.
"Is there anyone else going up?" Zhou Yang felt somewhat rueful. Yang Guo was indeed one of the few intelligent protagonists written by Jin Yong. He looked around and asked, "After watching the sword duel, do you want to try some other weapons?"
"Amitabha." A soft Buddhist chant rang out in Zhou Yang's ears. Zhou Yang immediately trembled and turned his head stiffly.
A young monk in gray robes walked over quickly. There was a hint of pleasant surprise in his eyes.
"Shopkeeper, it's great to see you," Distant Enlightenment said excitedly. Ever since all the martial arts manuals in the Scripture Depository were lost, he had been unable to eat or sleep in peace. That day, when he left the Scripture Depository, only Zhou Yang was in the Scripture Depository. In that case, Zhou Yang definitely knew who had stolen the manuals in the Scripture Depository.
"Shopkeeper, did you see anyone enter the Scripture Depository that day?" Looking at Jueyuan, who was looking at him expectantly, Zhou Yang would have kicked him if he had not known Jueyuan's honest character.
At the same time, he felt a bit of a headache. Out of all the monks in the Shaolin Temple in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Enlightened Mind was probably the only one who didn't know that the secret manual in the Sutra Depository was' taken 'by him.
"Ahem … I saw a black shadow that day. The shadow was very fast, so I didn't see who it was. Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed. It was troublesome to meet honest people. If he was honest, you wouldn't be able to bully him.
"Thank you, shop owner. I'll be going back now," Distant Monk said with disappointment in his eyes.
"Alright, Master Jue Yuan, this Nine Yang Sutra and the 3 styles of Buddha's Palm, you can bring them back to Shaolin Temple. Tell your abbot, just say that I … gave them to him." Zhou Yang took out 2 secret manuals from his bosom and handed them over to Monk Jue Yuan.
Although the secret manuals in the Scripture Pavilion were gone, most of the secret manuals were cultivated by the monks of the Shaolin Temple, so they could make copies. Naturally, the inheritance would not be broken. What was really lost was the martial arts insights that the Shaolin Temple had collected for a long time.
"Shopkeeper, please don't do that. How can the Shaolin Temple take your secret manuals?" Distant Monk shook his head and refused.
"I told you to take it, so just take it. Don't talk so much nonsense." Zhou Yang placed the secret manual into the arms of the dumbfounded monk.
"Nice to meet you, shop owner, Master Enlightened Mind." An old man in a Taoist robe with a rosy complexion and a white beard walked over.
Distant Monk scratched his bald head in embarrassment. The shop owner, who was a deity, called him master. Why did this white-haired old man in front of him also call him master?
"Name: Zhang Sanfeng.
Identity: Martial arts legend from the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre. "
"Nice to meet you, Master Zhang." Zhou Yang bowed slightly. This was the real deal. In the Wuxia novels of Jin Yong, he could be said to be the person who had lived the longest. He had lived in both the Divine Condor World and the Heaven Sword World.
Zhang Sanfeng's face revealed an awkward expression. "Shopkeeper, I don't know if I can find someone to spar with? That person hasn't reached the Innate Realm yet. "
"Who is it?" Zhou Yang asked curiously.
"Him." Zhou Yang followed Zhang Sanfeng's gaze and was slightly surprised. It turned out to be a young monk.
Distant Monk was also curious, but when he took a closer look, he was shocked. Why was there another him? It was just that he was slightly older.
Beside him was a young novice monk who looked like he was in his teens. He had a pair of bright eyes and was full of curiosity about his surroundings.
"Are you sure?" Zhou Yang's expression was slightly strange. Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng had some weird hobby?
"Yes." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.
"Sure." Zhou Yang nodded lightly, letting Zhang Sanfeng owe him a favor. In the future, if Zhang Sanfeng needed his help, he wouldn't be able to refuse.
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly. There was bitterness, nostalgia, sadness, and all kinds of emotions mixed in his eyes.
"Wudang Cloud Ladder!"
Zhang Sanfeng took a gentle step forward. Each step was very slow. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd, he walked step by step to the sky and slowly walked towards the fighting ring.
"Who is this Taoist?" Everyone was shocked. For Zhou Yang to be able to create a fighting ring, that was because everyone thought that he was a god. There was only reverence. However, the old man in front of them was obviously a martial artist.
Looking at the calm and collected Zhang SanFeng in the sky, Iron Courage Deity Zhu Weihua, Zhuge Zhengwo, Ye Gu Cheng, Ximen Chui Xue, and these peerless experts were all extremely shocked in their hearts. The thickness of this person's inner force and the purity of his true energy was simply the first person they had ever seen.
Among the crowd, it wasn't Zhang Sanfeng's inner force that was the thickest. It was Lord Tiedan, Zhu Guores, who cultivated the Absorption Technique. He had absorbed the inner force of many masters in the world. His inner force was far more than a hundred years. However, in terms of the purity of his inner force, no one could compare to the white-haired Taoist in front of them.
"This is the founder of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng?" A martial artist from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre exclaimed. He was different from Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang was a legend in the Jianghu, a myth. Zhang Sanfeng was a living god.
"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?" The people from the other worlds asked curiously.
Hence, the whole of Wanjie Lou was in a heated discussion. They told them everything they knew about Zhang Sanfeng. The person in front of them was actually a grandmaster who had lived for a hundred years.
Lord Tiedan, Zhu Guores, who was at the bottom of the martial arts platform, had a gleam in his eyes. The old Taoist in front of him was strong enough to fight him. Even Ximen Chuixue, who was holding an ancient sword in a black scabbard, was already making a cheerful sound.
"Everyone, quiet down. Senior Zhang Sanfeng wants to challenge someone at the bottom of the martial arts platform." Zhou Yang said softly. Ximen Chuixue's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. At the same time, his eyes revealed a strong curiosity. Who else in the martial arts platform could make this old man with a frightening inner force challenge?
"The little monk who is looking around below is you." Zhou Yang pointed at the young novice monk who was looking around for a peerless master to challenge.
The young novice monk looked at Zhou Yang's finger in a daze. He was sure that the person Zhou Yang was pointing at was him, because there was only a wall behind him.
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