Chapter 60

"Disciple Mo Jun, see your master." Mo Jun stood outside Zhang Sanfeng's gate and saluted to the ground.

"Jun'er, come in." A kind voice came from the door.

Mo Jun said, "Yes" and pushed the door into the room.

I saw a white-haired and clear old man sitting cross-legged, looking at him kindly and stablely.

Mo Jun saluted and said, "My disciple came back down the mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng said "um" and said, "A few days ago, I heard from Yuanqiao that six factions besieged Guangmingding, and a teenager who made Taiji relieve the siege."

"Yes, Master, that person is a disciple." Mo Jundao.

Zhang Sanfeng nod his head and said, "Although you are my disciple, you are not a disciple of Wudang. Now you have devoted yourself to the Ming religion. The so-called thing is man-made, but not its environment. Jun'er, you have always been smart and can understand."

Mo Jun suddenly said, "Disciples understand that although they are in the demon religion, they must not violate the chivalrous way."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at his old disciple with approval and said, "Good boy, since you think that the White Dragon King of the Ming Dynasty, you must do your best to preserve the Ming religion and introduce it into the right path. The greatest merit in the world is not to kill rape and eliminate evil, but to teach evil people and make them good. Do you understand?"

Mo Jun nodded and said, "My disciple understands."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up, and Mo Jun quickly helped him. Zhang Sanfeng shook his hand and said, "No, I can still walk, your master."

Mo Jun nodded and retreated. At this time, Zhang Sanfeng also stood up and said, "Listen to Yuanqiao, your Taiji sword is also good. Can you show it to the master?"

Mo Jun said, "Big brother praised it, and his disciples learned to practice for the first time and taught people jokes."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, with love in his eyes, gently patted Mo Jun on the shoulder and said, "I'll help you get a sword." After saying that, he went out and walked steadily. Obviously, his body was still healthy.

Mo Jun stood there stunned, looked at Zhang Sanfeng's back, and faintly saw the old man who adopted himself and his sister and three younger brothers and sisters home. The loving eyes and the gentle slap on the shoulder, everything was like the kind old man and the bitter and happy days.

Looking at it, Mo Jun's eyes gradually moistened.

"Good boy, come on, I'll give you the sword." Mo Jun was stunned, but Zhang Sanfeng had come back.

Mo Junqiang suppressed the tears in his eyes, turned his back and wiped away the moisture in his eyes without a trace. He turned around and said, "I'm ready."

Zhang Sanfeng said kindly, "Don't be nervous. Show me one by one."

Mo Jun nodded, took the sword with both hands, and used Taiji swordsmanship. Suddenly, the room was full of swords and shadows, and the sound of brushing was continuous.

Mo Jun's set of Taiji swordsmanship implies gossip, but it has pushed Taiji swordsmanship to the limit. Mo Jun's danced more and more quickly, and he could not see the sword moves clearly, but that gossip was clearer.

Zhang Sanfeng looked carefully and nodded from time to time, feeling very gratified.

Mo Jun danced with a set of swordsmanship, but his forehead did not sweat. He held the sword in both hands and handed it back to Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "Take the sword."

Mo Jun nodded, put away the sword and carried it in his hand.

"Your elder brother is right. You are very proficient in Taiji swordsmanship and have a thorough understanding of swordsmanship. There is no second person in the Wudang faction. Unfortunately, you are not my disciple Wudang, and you are not as good as the leader, and you can definitely pass it on. Zhang Sanfeng said with regret.

Mo Jun knew that Zhang Sanfeng loved him. His heart was warm and he almost choked. His brothers lacked care since childhood. Although Zhang Sanfeng is just an artificial intelligence, he is also a care.

Mo Jun bowed his hand and saluted: "The seven brothers are far more virtuous than their disciples. They can't take on this position as the head of the family. And he is not the only disciple who understands the deep meaning of this Taiji swordsmanship.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "Is there anyone among my disciples in Wudang?"

"Yes!" Mo Jun paused and said, "The clear heart of the second generation of disciples is to understand the mystery of Taiji before the disciples and create their own eight swords of Taiji."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "I also heard from Yuanqiao that his disciple is indeed intelligent, but unfortunately the idea of winning is too strong to control the final meaning of the stable and dignified Taiji. It's a pity that I just hope that he will practice more in the world and get rid of this anger, and then he will be able to integrate and achieve unlimited results.

Mo Jun nodded, and Zhang Sanfeng said again, "Jun'er, you have surpassed Taiji swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship is already a new swordsmanship. Can you think of a name?"

Mo Jun was slightly stunned. Unconsciously, he created another martial arts school. For a moment, he didn't know what to name it, so he said, "Master, what name do you think?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship was born from Taiji swordsmanship. As a teacher, you have the audacity to put the word Taiji in front of you. In your swordsmanship, take Taiji to give birth to two instruments, two instruments to four elephants, and four elephants into gossip, so can you take Taiji Xuanhuang swordsmanship?"

"Taiji Xuanhuang Swordsmanship?" Mo Jun muttered a few words and said, "Call it this name."

Zhang Sanfeng nod his head and said, "I have a request to be a teacher. Can you agree?"

Mo Jun hurriedly said, "Master, please tell me that my disciple has the ability and will never refuse."

"Is it okay for a teacher to include this set of swordsmanship in the sect's Tibetan scriptures?" Zhang Sanfeng Road.

Mo Jun said, "Although the master is included in it, the apprentice is deeply happy."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile and was very gratified.

Subsequently, Mo Jun received a system prompt that Zhang Sanfeng had incorporated his self-created swordsmanship into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

"One more thing, your little sister went down the mountain today. I'm afraid there will be a sword disaster. She is not as good as you, and she is new to the world. Go and take care of her." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand to let Mo Jun retreat, but suddenly remembered something and had this sentence.

Mo Jun originally made friends with Shan'er, but he didn't refuse at this moment. He said, "Okay, disciple, I'm going down the mountain to chase the little sister."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "It's so good."

Mo Jun said goodbye to Zhang Sanfeng and his heart moved: Is there a sword disaster? The little sister is from the Rose League. The disaster of sword is not the disaster of blood and light, which means that the Rose League may be attacked?

Mo Jun then shook his head: If Master is really so powerful, isn't he an immortal who can predict the future?

That's right! It must be that the master was worried about the little sister, so he sent me to protect the little sister, or the master had something to entrust to the little sister and send me as a guard. However, the little sister is very angry and intelligent. I am afraid that if I protect her openly, I will definitely be noticed by her. With her personality, I guess I will lose my temper. I will catch up with her and secretly decorate her. Don't let her find out.

Mo Jun made up his mind and ran out with good luck.

At this time, Shaner, who came out of Wudang Mountain, sneezed and couldn't help thinking: Who is thinking about me?

Then he got on a carriage for half an hour's rest and headed for Hangzhou.