The sun sets in the west, illuminating the entire Wudang back mountain into a golden color.

After some discussion, the two couldn't help getting closer. Then, Zhang Sanfeng took Xiao Ning back to his thatched cottage where he was in seclusion.

What caught Xiao Ning's eyes was three or two thatched huts, shaking in the cold wind.

Quiet and simple.

This is Xiao Ning’s first impression of Zhang Sanfeng’s residence.

"The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there is an immortal. The water is not deep, but it is spiritual if there is a dragon!"

He admired Zhang Sanfeng beside him: "Brother Dao is in good mood, Xiao admires him!"

"The way is simple!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and replied calmly: "The old Taoist has lived for hundreds of years and has long seen through the fame and fortune of the world. What he wants in this life is the Tao!"

What I said is a pity.

While talking, the two came to the house and sat down with the guest and host. Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a while and said, "As the saying goes, the name is not right. The old Taoist plans to accept you as his disciple on behalf of his master Zen Master Jueyuan. I am the old Taoist's junior brother. How about the Taoist's intention?"

"Accepting apprentices on behalf of the master?"

Xiao Ning was stunned and replied, "In this case, wouldn't Xiao become the uncle of the Seven Heroes of Wudang? Isn't this appropriate to do this?"

He didn't care, just because he was afraid that Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan and others would not be able to accept it. After all, no one wanted to add an inexplicable elder for no reason.

"In the martial arts world, the strong are respected!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand: "The innate realm powerhouses have a respectable status in the world. Can't they be their uncle? Besides, you have not officially entered the Wudang Mountain Gate before, so it is not considered a chaotic generation."

As the saying goes, as Xiao Ning said, Zhang Sanfeng naturally knew his concerns.

"Since that's the case..."

Xiao Ning hesitated for a moment, and saw that Zhang Sanfeng's sincere look was not as fake as if he was a fake, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Then Xiao is brave enough to follow what Brother Dao said!"

"Haha, the whole family doesn't speak two people!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard and laughed: "Let's go, let's go back now and let those little bastards come to pay homage to the uncle!"

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to go out.

When Xiao Ning heard this, he smiled bitterly. Song Yuanqiao, the famous hero in the world, was called a little bastard. I don’t know what expression he would have when he heard it. It must be very exciting!

Then, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly stood up to stop him and said, "Brother Dao!"

Under Zhang Sanfeng's puzzled look, Xiao Ning replied: "Speaking of this, Xiao didn't prepare any gifts. If I, the uncle of junior, had empty hands, it would be a bit ugly. Do you have paper and pen here?"

That's right, he wants to prepare a big gift for these nephews who have never dealt with.

Zhang Sanfeng instantly understood what he meant, nodded and said, "Of course there are all, just use it for fellow Taoists!"

The two came to the study room, Xiao Ning accused him of guilt, picked up his pen and began to write dictatedly.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ning cut the dry paper of the ink and bound it into a book. Then, he handed a booklet with the "Tai Chi Sutra" written on the homepage to Zhang Sanfeng, who had been waiting for a long time, and said, "Brother Dao is about to celebrate his birthday. Xiao has no body and nothing to give."

"This secret book was also taught by the old god in the dream. Xiao borrowed flowers to offer Buddha today, and wished Brother Taoism a long time to celebrate his long life!"

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng had only a vague concept of Tai Chi, which was not completely improved. It would take more than ten years before Tai Chi would be fully born.

"Fellow Daoist, you are kind!"

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he looked stunned and thought to himself, could the origin of the martial arts Xiao Ning mentioned is true?

He opened the boxing scriptures casually, and saw lines of running scripts flying dragons and phoenixes on the book, and he couldn't help but praise them: "Good words!"

“Huh…”

Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed in surprise, and then he looked at it intently.

"…Yin and Yang are the way of heaven and earth, the principles and disciplines of all things, the parents of change, the origin of life and death, and the palace of gods..."

The main text of the boxing scriptures hit Zhang Sanfeng's heart like a morning bell and evening drum, which made him feel shocked.

Seeing that he was addicted to it, Xiao Ning smiled slightly and did not disturb him.

"call…"

I don’t know how long it took, Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh, his expression was excited, his face flushed slightly, and he said loudly: “The senior who created this boxing classic has a profound realm, and the old Taoist is willing to give him a chance! I don’t know who this senior is, the old Taoist wishes he could discuss it with him!”

"Haha, brother Dao knows who the senior who created this boxing classic has the name of whom?" Xiao Ning looked unfathomable.

"Oh? Fellow Taoist knows it? I'd like to hear it carefully!" Zhang Sanfeng asked hurriedly.

"That person is far away in the sky and close in front of you!"

Xiao Ning said slowly: "His name is Zhang Junbao, which is a martial arts myth that is once a thousand years old in China! Do you want to meet him?"

"What…"

Zhang Sanfeng stood up with a cry and exclaimed: "When did the old Taoist create such a magical power? This is impossible!"

He felt that Xiao Ning's words were like saying a heavenly book, full of absurdity and unruly.

"It was impossible before, it was impossible now, is it impossible in the future?"

Xiao Ning smiled faintly and said, "According to the old god in the dream, Dao Brother is so talented that he created this peerless magical skill that has been passed down for thousands of years in more than ten years. It is famous in history. Xiao is so lucky to be Dao Brother's junior brother!"

Seeing that Xiao Ning's expression was not as fake, Zhang Sanfeng slowly sat down and said in a daze: "The old Taoist has such great ability? Why don't I believe it myself?"

"Brother Dao, why should you belittle yourself!"

Xiao Ning comforted: "This is what the old god said in person. I think he would not deceive me, an unknown man!"

If you say too much serious things, even Xiao Ning himself believes that there is really an unknown old god in the world.

"This matter is too shocking, the old man must think about it!"

Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his forehead and whispered: "No wonder fellow Taoist promised so well. It turns out that there are reasons for this!"

"If Brother Dao has such thick thighs, if Xiao doesn't seize the opportunity to hug him tightly, wouldn't he be a fool?"

Xiao Ning smiled and did not hide his true thoughts at all: "If I missed this village, there would be no such store!"

Zhang Sanfeng was not angry. To be fair, if he was young, he would refuse to learn that a future peerless master invited him to join his sect? I guess he wouldn't!

Relying on the strong is due to human nature!

Zhang Sanfeng knew this truth very well.

After a while of silence, the two walked out of the thatched cottage and headed towards the core of the Wudang Sect, the Zhenwu Hall of Zixiao Palace.

"Master, you are out of seclusion!"
Chapter completed!