Chapter 217 Veteran Wudang Zhang Sanfeng [Please subscribe]

Author: Three Color Cup Milk Tea

Chapter 217 Veteran Wudang Zhang Sanfeng [Please subscribe]

After burning incense, in Zhou Hexuan's study.

This room was obviously for servants. It was not very large, only twenty or thirty square meters.

The furnishings in the house are simple, and the only surprising thing is that there are electric lights.

In the room, apart from a hardwood bed, there was a desk filled with manuscripts.

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of his desk, quietly flipping through the manuscripts of the three books "Shooting the Condor", "The Divine Condor" and "Yitian". Zhou Hexuan looked anxious next to him.

Obviously, the death of Chu Yupu, a great warlord of a generation, had a great impact on him.

But Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have no trouble at all, as if he had just crushed a little ant to death. He didn't care at all, and he was still in the mood to read the manuscript.

"Old immortal, you'd better leave quickly. Zhang Zongchang will definitely not let go if Chu Yupu is dead."

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Hexuan broke the silence and whispered to Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting at the desk.

Zhang Sanfeng continued to read the last page as if he had not heard anything.

[Ding! Turn in mission items X3!]

After watching The Condor Trilogy, Zhang Sanfeng automatically collected three of the mission items, and the mission applet automatically popped up a prompt.

"No old man is in a hurry, why are you so anxious?"

Seeing that the collection was successful, Zhang Sanfeng put down the manuscript and said lightly.

"Young man knows that the old immortal has great martial arts skills, but times have changed. These warlords have guns, men and artillery in their hands, and they are still unreasonable."

Zhou Hexuan explained patiently: "I didn't underestimate the old god. If you can withstand a pistol, can you still withstand a cannonball?"

He is a time traveler and a civil servant, so of course he knows that martial arts exist in this world.

And Zhang Sanfeng is the founder of the Wudang sect. He must be very powerful in martial arts. He can live for hundreds of years.

But no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives, let alone guns.

If the demon king Zhang Zongchang knew that Chu Yupu died in the hands of Zhang Sanfeng, how would he let it go?

"Ha, it seems that you know nothing about the strength of the old Taoist!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, stood up, grabbed his shoulders, took steps, and disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, the two of them appeared above the nine heavens, with an auspicious cloud drifting leisurely under their feet.

Underfoot, the bustling Tianjin Wei and the people on the streets were as big as ants.

There is a blue starry sky above, and the surroundings are empty, except for an occasional white cloud.

All this seems like a dream.

"Ah this."

Zhou Hexuan touched the Xiangyun under his feet with his hand and found that it was soft to the touch and light in texture, like white cotton.

This discovery directly broke his three views and opened a door to a new world for him.

If the previous Zhang Sanfeng was invulnerable and could catch bullets with his hands, he could also be said to be highly skilled in martial arts and even a master of martial arts.

But the current scene is a direct upgrade from martial arts to fairy tales, which is a completely different concept.

"Old immortal, have you become an immortal?"

Zhou Hexuan's eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire, and he stammered.

"Not yet. The old Taoist is still far from becoming an immortal."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, he was only at the eighth level now, and there was a ninth level behind him, and the tenth level after that was the realm of immortality.

How dare you claim to be enlightened when you are only at the eighth level? He immediately shook his head and denied it.

"Then, old god, can you accept the boy as your disciple and teach him the way to immortality?"

Zhou Hexuan nodded his head without realizing it, and soon said excitedly.

As a modern person, even though he has traveled more than a hundred years ago, he has also read a lot of online novels.

He naturally yearns for the immortal cultivator who flies into the sky and escapes from the earth.

Now, there is a great immortal in front of him. If he does not seize the opportunity to become a disciple, he may regret it for the rest of his life.

"Old Taoist has seen it. You don't have immortal bones, so you can't step into the gate of immortality."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and mercilessly shattered Zhou Hexuan's dream of cultivating immortality.

What he said is not wrong. The rules of heaven and earth in this world are obscure and unclear, and cultivating immortality is more difficult than ascending to heaven.

Besides, his mission was originally to witness Zhou Hexuan's wonderful life. If Zhou Xiaozi was allowed to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, wouldn't Zhang Sanfeng have to accompany him for hundreds or thousands of years?

So, Zhang Sanfeng thought about it and simply refused, so as not to keep the other party thinking about it.

"ah"

Sure enough, when Zhou Hexuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed on his face.

"Is there really no other way?"

However, he did not give up and asked again.

"Well, cultivating immortals is not the same as practicing martial arts. Unless you have the elixir from the immortal world, you can break the rules."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head.

"Does the old god have any magical weapons or something that can be used for self-defense even if the kid can't practice?"

After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhou Hexuan asked without giving up.

"Well, there is."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded.

After he joined the chat group and embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, the Wudang Sect became a sect of cultivating immortals.

There are people in the sect who specialize in alchemy, some in weapon refining, and some in the various arts of cultivating immortals such as formations.

As the supreme leader, Zhang Sanfeng kept some basic elixirs and magic weapons in his hands.

"Can the old god give me some magical elixirs and weapons to use for self-defense?"

When Zhou Hexuan heard this, he immediately became excited and said: "After Chu Yupu dies, I will definitely be implicated, and I am afraid that one day I will die in an unknown way."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Zhang Sanfeng slightly chinned his head and took out a small jade bottle and a cassock from his ring.

"Here, there are ten Herb Pills in this bottle. They can heal injuries but do no harm to solid matter. If you eat them, you will be healthy and all diseases will disappear."

"You shed your blood to recognize this robe as its owner, and it will automatically protect your safety. Even if you are hit by a gun, you will still be safe."

Passing the small bottle and cassock over, Zhang Sanfeng introduced them.

"Hey, okay, okay, thank you, old god, thank you, old god!"

Zhou Hexuan's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he took it over excitedly.

The bottle was a white jade bottle, only the size of a palm. It felt cool to the touch, which made him even more amazed. Even the bottle of a bottle of elixir was not a mortal thing. It was indeed an old god, a great person.

As for the cassock, it looks like a palm-sized inner armor, and the specific material cannot be determined.

He took off the bottle cap and took a look. There were ten brown pills the size of peanuts inside. Zhou Hexuan poured out one and ate it.

A wave of heat surged through his body and flowed throughout his body. He immediately felt that his whole body was much stronger and the discomfort all over his body disappeared.

Zhou Hexuan carefully plugged the jade bottle, then picked up the cassock, bit his finger and dripped blood on the cassock.

"call out"

A light yellow light flashed from the cassock and automatically fell on Zhou Hexuan.

The light faded away and the cassock disappeared, but he could feel a strong sense of security.

"The old god's great kindness will be unforgettable to me!"

After Zhou Hexuan carefully put away the jade bottle, he solemnly bowed down to Zhang Sanfeng to express his gratitude.

"Well, I just hope that next time you won't write about the disciples of Lao Tao as being so cowardly."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, and after receiving a bow from him, he said leisurely.

"Ahem, this is because I didn't think carefully. After I go back, I will definitely revise the plot of Yitian."

Zhou Hexuan looked embarrassed, as if he had been caught red-handed stealing his wife.

"That's not necessary. The finished work is already done, and any further modifications would be like adding unnecessary fuss."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and refused.

"If that kid has a chance to publish a complete version in the future, he will revise it again."
To be continued...