"Enjoyed father, adoptive mother, please accept a bow from his son. Gao Qiang knelt down and kowtowed three times. Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu sat on the top. Hu Qingniu's face was faintly disgusted. Wang Nangu was full of joy. The Wudang heroes standing on both sides had already come forward to the garden. Congratulations and congratulations were all full, but they squeezed out the important role of Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang made this choice after careful consideration. He went up the mountain and had angered with Hu Qingniu and his wife the night before, and the next day he officially worshipped his adoptive father and mother. From then on, this relationship changed from underground to above ground.

It turned out that he still had concerns, but considering that even Yin Susu, the big witch, was absorbed by Wudang, there should be no resistance to worshipping him as his adoptive father and mother. As expected, everyone agreed very much. Gao Qiang thought unkindly: Could it be that he had focused on Hu Qingniu's medical skills? "All heroes, let me say something." Wang Nangu stood up, "Since Qingfeng is my adopted son, I should consider him in the future, and I will never let him become that Taoist when he grows up in the future."

Yu Daiyan smiled and said, "This is easy to say, but the Wudang Sect is not a place that forces people to believe in the Tao. The rules here have always asked children to become Taoist children first, and then choose themselves when they grow up. Even when we are young, we all became Taoist children."

The other heroes laughed, remembering the interesting story of Zhang Sanfeng when they were young, and their heads were divided into buns and wearing Taoist robes.

Yin Liting said: "Then, Qingfeng will no longer be a Taoist boy in the future. However, the name Qingfeng cannot be used. He should give him a new name."

At the moment, everyone was very familiar with Wudang Xia and Hu Qingniu and his wife. They were not shy about it. Zhang Cuishan said that Gao Qiang should have the surname "Yu", and followed the surname of his master Yu Daying. Yu Lianzhou said that if the former reason was based on the former, Gao Qiang should have the surname "Zhang", and followed the surname of his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren. Some people said that Gao Qiang should have the surname "Hu", and followed the surname of the miracle doctor Hu Qingniu Di, and even named it Hu Yidao - it was so masculine when he shouted.

Gao Qiang was sweating coldly outside, and Hu Yidao was a short-lived ghost who died under the poison. He didn't want to be him, so he stretched his head in and looked. Sure enough, the name was made by the straight-hearted old seventh son Mo Shenggu. His beard was shaking his face, and he shouted loudly that Hu Yidao's name was domineering, blessing, and kingly aura... Mingyue pushed Gao Qiang and blinked, saying, "I'll return to secularity with you too!"

Gao Qiang curled his lips and pointed at Mo Shenggu and said, "Are you not afraid of Uncle Seventh Master giving you a name? I am Hu Yidao, you are right and wrong. If we combine it, we will make a fool of ourselves and one sword."

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Hu——Fei. Hu Fei! This name is good..."

Gao Qiang was sweating coldly, and even Hu Yidao's son's name was created.

The baby shook his head and said, "Brother Hu, call it the flying fox, that's so fun. The fox with red fur is born to fly."

Zhang Wuji shrank into the cotton coat, laughed three times and said, "It's better to have my name."

Gao Qiang looked at him contemptuously and said to himself: "Your name is pirated by Xie Wuji, so get out of here."

On the other side, Zhou Zhiruowen came over quietly with the medicine jar, and several centipedes floated quietly inside. She smiled and said, "It's better to fly centipedes."

Gao Qiang looked at this beautiful girl a few times and felt amused and laughed. Zhou Zhiruo, whose current identity is his local sister, Gao Qiang came to a conclusion from Yin Susu's eyes when he looked at Zhou Zhiruo - this woman clearly regarded Zhou Zhiruo as her future local wife.

After a little change in history, he still stubbornly returned to the original track. It turned out that Zhou Zhiruo was still fishing with his father in Mojiang, and Zhou Ziwang still raised an army to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, but it was two years earlier and was defeated. Zhou Zhiruo also became the adopted daughter of Hu Qingniu and his wife by chance.

That day, after Zhang Cuishan was waiting for the mountain, everyone spent a month and a half to drive away the cold poison for Zhang Wuji. Only when the cold poison could not be pulled out was panicked. Mo Shenggu volunteered to go to the legendary Butterfly Valley to find Hu Qingniu and his wife. He did not waste time on the road, but Butterfly Valley was in a secret place. He searched for a long time before he accidentally bumped into it. Of course, Hu Qingniu and his wife could not save him, so they packed up their luggage and went up the mountain.

But when passing by Moshui, Chang Yuchun took Zhou Ziwang's husband to escape, and there were monks from the court chased him. Hu Qingniu and his wife rescued Chang Yuchun this time. Unfortunately, Zhou Ziwang's youngest son still died. Even Zhou Zhiruo became an orphan because of his father's death. Seeing that she was sensible and beautiful, Wang Nangu accepted her as her adopted daughter. In her heart, she wanted to find a companion for Gao Qiang.

But things were unpredictable. After going to Wudang Mountain, Hu Qingniu encountered the legendary mysterious skill, the Xuanming Divine Palm. His interest increased greatly and he tried his best to drive away the poison to Zhang Wuji. However, Wang Nangu learned that Gao Qiang was arrested, and his eyes turned dark. Later, he received a message from Miejue. He knew that the adopted son had died and cried many times in secret.

Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, kind-hearted, sensible and clever, and was loved by everyone on the mountain. Zhou Zhiruo followed Hu Qingniu and his wife up the mountain for nearly three years, but she was in love with Zhang Wuji. Perhaps to use the saying that love comes from pity, a hazy feeling.

Let’s talk about Zhang Wuji’s look at the tumbling and hot medicine jar and grimace the other people. Zhou Zhiruo covered the gauze on the medicine jar and took the medicine jar and took it to Zhang Wuji to drink it. Zhang Wuji frowned, and his face was so bitter that even Gao Qiang could smell the bitter taste on the side, and his heart was filled with sympathy.

Before the few people there could make a name, Gao Qiang had to go out and say, "The adoptive father and mother, all the masters, uncles, and disciples had a name before they went to Wu, called Gao Qiang."

Everyone was stunned for a while.

Mo Shenggu murmured: "Where is this name that Hu Yidao is so powerful."

Yin Liting also nodded and said, "It doesn't sound very pleasant."

Even Zhang Cuishan also said, "It's not easy to scream."

Yu Daiyan said, "It's a name after all."

Zhang Songxi: "It's quite barely."

Wang Nangu made the decision: "That's it!"

Gao Qiang was sweating profusely when he heard this, as if everyone was not satisfied with his name. Fortunately, he passed it without any danger. He finally returned to his real name.

The baby curled his lips and said, "It's even worse than my name."

Mingyue said, "Gaoqiang, Gaoqiang, I don't know where you are..."

Song Qingshu: "I'd better be taller and stronger..."

Zhang Wuji fanned the flames: "I think Gao Qiang is very good at going up the mountain. Do you two want to have a chance to compete..."

Zhou Zhiruo said softly: "Brother Wuji, you haven't drunk half a bowl of medicine."

Zhang Wuji immediately stretched his face.

Song Qingshu widened his eyes: "If I could be served, tsk, I would also like to drink this medicine."

The baby raised his hand and said, "Brother Qingshu, I'll serve you..."

Mingyue waved her hand and said to herself, "How can you compare with Miss Zhiruo..."

But Zhang Wuji said happily: "Qingshu, let's change it."

Gao Qiang covered his ears and shouted in his heart: It's so messy! It's so annoying! There are so many people! I want to go back to the ancient tomb!

"This is all the experiences." Gao Qiang finally let out a breath, relaxing all over. He told the incredible and bizarre story experiences of the past few years, and anyone would be very tired. He was glad that he happened to meet Zhang Sanfeng, otherwise, these things would be even more troublesome to explain.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "So that's the case. Well, are the descendants of the Divine Condor Heroes okay?" "She is very good when she replied to the Grand Master, but the disciples have sworn to the descendants of the Divine Condor Heroes. They will never disclose the matter of the ancient tomb, so..." Gao Qiang deliberately elongated his voice.

Sure enough, Zhang Sanfeng praised: "You are right. A real man will do what he says. He will do what he promises others to do. Don't mention this matter to others in the future. So, have you been in the ancient tomb for three years?"

Gao Qiang replied: "Return to Master, that's exactly what happened. The disciple's plum blossom poison dart was on the body that day. The place in the palace was strangely restraining the poison of internal power. In addition, the disciple accidentally hit the beehive in the ancient tomb and was involved in the jade bee toxin. The person in the ancient tomb kindly used internal force to drive away the toxins for his disciples, but there was only one thing..."

Zhang Sanfeng was thrust into his appetite and said strangely: "What's the matter? Even if I say that, I don't blame you."

Gao Qiang kowtowed three times before saying, "I was in the body of Wudang Nine Yang Gong's internal strength, but I was transformed from ten to seven to eight by the poison. Later, I walked the true qi route of the Nine Yang Gong, and felt that my meridians were brittle and cracked, and I was about to break. Later, I got a poor disciple from the Mongolian tomb strange man and passed on some martial arts skills, but I didn't tell me the name of the martial arts skills. My disciple's body was not from Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said three times: "It doesn't matter or not. The martial arts in the world belong to a family. If you want to force yourself to distinguish your sects, then your martial arts will be inferior. Although the internal skills you are learning are different from those of Wudang, the Wudang sect still has many skills. You can slowly understand them yourself, and maybe you can create a set of martial arts in the future."

Gao Qiang then calmly put down his heart. He knew that Zhang Sanfeng was open-minded and broad-minded, and did not value the views of the portal. Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng was an abandoned disciple of Shaolin back then, so he would not stand the views of the portal.

But Gao Qiang was really not sure whether Zhang Sanfeng would mind a disciple who had a martial arts skills different from ordinary people.

Now that Zhang Sanfeng didn't care about this, Gao Qiang came to rest assured. He was on the mountain for a few days, and then competed with Mingyue and Qingshu for a few more times, but found that they were not their opponents. He knew that Yang Xueyi taught the martial arts that day was really high-end.

Gao Qiang thought carefully for a while and still did not dare to draw the absurd conclusion that what he had learned was the Nine Yin True Sutra, but he could not guess what kind of martial arts he had learned. He also carefully examined them one by one, and always felt that it might be Wang Chongyang's internal skills and mental methods of Quanzhen Sect.

He was relieved that the martial arts of the Wudang Sect are also Taoist techniques. Although his internal strength is different from what he learned in Wudang, Taoist techniques must have common features. All the wonderful moves of Wudang may be able to change under the promotion of his "full true" mental method.

Except for Zhang Sanfeng, all the seven heroes of Wudang were present in the hall, but Ji Xiaofu and Yin Susu did not attend the two foreign wives. At that time, the trend was that men were in charge of women.

Everyone was talking casually, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, Gao Qiang kowtowed and stepped down, carefully and respectfully closed the door, leaving only Zhang Sanfeng and his seven disciples in the house. "How is Wuji's child doing recently?" Zhang Sanfeng asked. He loved this little grandson very much, and most of the first sentence he said to him when he left the seclusion was to greet Zhang Wuji's condition.

Zhang Cuishan shook his head miserably and said, "Master, Wuji's situation is not good. Doctor Hu spent all his effort and his hair turned white dozens of white. At present, he can only save Wuji's life for more than two years."

When Zhang Cuishan talked about the heartache, his eyes were red. On the other hand, Yin Liting shed tears first. He was young and did not cry, and he looked majestic in front of his disciples. However, now the house is facing the master and the brothers of Xiang. When he heard Zhang Wuji's condition, he was extremely sad and still shed tears.

Yu Lianzhou said, "Sixth brother, stop crying, what kind of morality is this big?"

Yu Daiyan was concerned about another thing: "Master, you are a savage god. Can you have to use the Nine Yangs Sutra to resolve this Xuanming Divine Palm?"

Zhang Sanfeng slapped the table and said nothing. When he was silent, he was like a disciple without breathing. This was all out of respect, and even Yin Liting stopped crying.

After a while, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "A man, my life is for the rest of my life... I have been closed for two years, and I have stopped my own martial arts concept and devoted myself to studying the Nine Yang Gong. I hope to make up for the shortcomings and replenish the deficiencies, but I can't recommend this martial arts. Time is tight. If I had thought about it for ten years, alas..."

The others were speechless. Zhang Sanfeng was the foundation of the Nine Yang Gong when he was young, but after all, he couldn't learn it completely. The power of Wudang Nine Yang Gong is not greater or stronger than the martial arts he later created. Although Zhang Sanfeng is easy-going, he has a very high understanding and has a sense of arrogance in his martial arts and personality.

When he was young, he thought that if he re-released the Nine Yang True Sutra, it would be better to make up for the gains of his predecessors. Otherwise, with his martial arts cultivation in his later years, he would have spent more than ten years to reason about the complete version of the Nine Yang True Sutra.

Zhang Songxi Road: "Master, if there are the Nine Yang Gongshu of Emei and Nine Yang Gongshu of Shaolin..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there is not. Being a teacher is not a big talk. If the martial arts of the three schools are all there, it will take three years or half a year to consider it clearly. In fact, I have completely understood the principles of other martial arts. What I don't think about is how the most yang and strong energy comes."

Just like the Vajra Finger of the Power, this skill is unique to Shaolin, but Zhang Sanfeng could not explain why he could leave such a deep mark on the metal with his flesh and blood. He was never afraid of complicated martial arts, but he was afraid that he did not have enough time to understand it.

Song Barqiao said in pain: "It's a pity that Shaolin doesn't need to mention it. Even Master Miejue is strange. She doesn't even look at the letters we sent. Could it be that we are not well-polite?"

Mo Shenggu suddenly jumped up and said, "Brother Six, don't blame me. I want me to tell you, it's still Sixth Sister-in-law who refuses to do her work. She is the favorite disciple of the head of Miejue. If Sixth Sister-in-law comes forward, she will definitely succeed."

In the room, all seven eyes were staring at Yin Liting's face. Yin Liting's face was flushed red, just like a monkey's butt...
Chapter completed!