Afterwards, Mo Ziming tried every means to get some wine.

At the same time, some wild game was brought in, and they accompanied the Forefather Tuo to drink and chat every day.

During this period, Huo Foreword Tuo once again proposed to teach Mo Zi to moan the Nine Yang Divine Art.

This time, Mo Ziming did not refuse on the spot, but lowered his head and pondered...

In the plot, Zhang Wuji used the method of provoking generals, causing the Huo Forefather Tuo to finally forcibly pass on the power, and passed on the power to the ninth level: Nine Yangs in the sky.

However, that was an extreme method that Zhang Wuji had to use when he was desperate.

It can be understood as a dead horse as a living horse.

But Mo Ziming's situation is different, and he has choices.

After all, Huo Foreword has a capricious personality and his mind is also filled with water...

Unexpectedly, just as Mo Ziming was hesitating, Huo Foreword Tuo suddenly took action...

"Boy, I don't want to owe favors to others. You have to learn the Nine Yang Divine Arts, and you have to learn not to learn it!"

"Master, don't force me..."

"Hahaha, boy, you won't say that after you learn the Nine Yang Divine Art..."

It's really a weird guy. If you don't learn, I'll let you learn, hum~

"Boy, cheer up and remember the key points of the Nine Yang Divine Art..."

"He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows through the hills. He lets him be strong, the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel, he is evil, and I am full of my true energy..."

At this time, the Huo Foreword had already entered a state of madness, with red eyes, veins leaping straight, and rough movements...

Mo Ziming had an expression of pain and grief.

"Master, don't... let me go..."

Of course, this is just a superficial effort, and it is just a combination of acting.

I don't know how happy it is in my heart.

This feeling... is so comfortable and so exciting!

I really want to say something: I have a dragon in my left hand and a rainbow in my right hand...

A night passed in a blink of an eye.

At dawn.

Huo Foreword Tuo's expression seemed a little sluggish, but he was very excited.

"Hahaha, boy, I finally paid back the favor I owe you.

Now, you have the fourth level of Nine Yang magic power in your body, and the true qi will automatically travel through your eight extraordinary meridians.

After that, you only need to practice according to the mantra. With your qualifications, you may be able to reach the ninth level in less than a few years..."

Well?

Isn’t it just as exciting as the ninth level as the original plot?

Mo Ziming couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Then he pretended to be frustrated and said, "Senior, why are you doing this? Why do you have to force me to practice the Nine Yang Divine Art?"

Foreword Tuo snorted coldly: "Boy, don't behave like a good person when you get a bargain. I don't know how many people in the world are crazy about it.

It turns out that the Nine Yang Divine Art has been lost for more than 300 years, and I don’t want this Divine Art to be destroyed.

Since you and I are destined to be together, you will pass on this magical skill from generation to generation on behalf of me..."

"Oh, now that things have come to this point, I have nothing to say. Well, I promised to senior that I will definitely not let the Nine Yang Divine Art be lost."

Mo Ziming had already thought about it. When he had the chance, he would pass the Nine Yang Divine Art to Zhang Wuji, which would be considered a reward.

Afterwards, Mo Ziming stayed in the small valley for nearly a month, and during this period he brought some wine to the Forefather Tuo.

In fact, Huo Forefather Tuo is not bad by nature, but he was bullied too much when he was a house handyman in the past, which led to a major change in temperament. He blindly pursued the peak of martial arts to avoid being bullied again.

As a result, he became nervous and became like a nervous person.

Mo Ziming expressed his gratitude for his feelings and reason.

...

"My husband, you are finally back. Have you realized something?"

When Yin Susu saw the figure of her "husband", she was very surprised and came up like a butterfly.

"Haha, let's talk about it back into the cave."

Mo Ziming walked into the cave with Yin Susu's hand.

"Su Su, guess who did I meet when I entered the mountain this time?"

"who?"

"The Shaolin Fire Forefather Tuo who competed with his master back then."

Upon hearing this, Yin Susu was shocked: "What? How could it be him? That guy is not dead yet?"

"His Nine Yang Divine Art has reached the ninth level, and the magical arts protect the body will not be so easy to die."

"Oh my God, then you... didn't fight with him, did you?" Yin Susu said with a worried look on her face.

Mo Ziming shook his head: "Of course not, but he had a very happy chat... In the end, he actually taught me the Nine Yang Divine Art without saying anything."

"Ah? This... this... how could he make Jiuyang..."

"Shhh, whisper."

Mo Ziming reached out to cover Yin Susu's lips.

Then Qing Er listened carefully and confirmed that there was no one outside. Then he spoke briefly about the passage.

Of course, he also concealed something.

For example, he accidentally broke into that small valley.

"That's great, my husband..." Yin Susu looked excited and expectant: "Master once said that the Nine Yang Divine Art can drive away the cold poison of Wuji's physical strength."

"Yeah~" Mo Ziming nodded: "But it's not possible yet."

"Ah? Why can't it be?"

"Because I have only practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art to the fourth level, I am afraid I will not be able to completely remove the cold poison from Wuji's body.

So, I have to wait for me to understand for a while, and at least I can’t be sure of it at the sixth and seventh level.”

After saying this, Yin Susu felt relieved.

It’s better to have hope than to have hope.

A few days later, Zhang Sanfeng came to the back mountain again.

Mo Ziming did not conceal the Nine Yang Divine Arts, and repeated it again according to what he said to Yin Susu before.

After listening, Zhang Sanfeng patted Mo Ziming's shoulder excitedly: "Full fortune, this is really a great fortune.

Once you have practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art to the ninth level, you don’t have to hide anymore, as those people can’t beat you at all.

There is no need to worry about Wuji's injuries anymore, hahaha, okay, it's really God's will!"

"Master, why don't I tell you the mantra of the Nine Yang Divine Art."

"No need, what I am pursuing now is the great way of golden elixir. All kinds of magical powers are like clouds in the eyes of my master.

Besides, once the Nine Yang Divine Art is spread in the Wudang Sect, will the bald heads in Shaolin Temple be pissed to death?"

"What the master means is that other brothers cannot say it?"

"Don't tell them first... Even if they know, don't reveal the mantra. Otherwise, it will disrupt the inheritance of the Wudang Sect."

"I understand Master."

"Now, you couple finally have hope..."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Ziming and Yin Susu with relief.

Then he said: "Cuishan, when you are successful in the Nine Yang Divine Arts, you will be able to protect your body with the Nine Yang Divine Arts. You can learn any martial arts quickly. You must cherish this opportunity."

"Thank you, Master!"

Next, Mo Ziming began to devote himself to practicing the Nine Yang Divine Arts and Tai Chi.

Yin Susu naturally did not stay idle, and worked hard to practice every day.

Before I knew it, another year passed.

Zhang Wuji is thirteen years old.

Because of the cold poison in his body, his body looks a bit weak.

However, it is much more mature than the peers.

I often sit alone by the mountain in a daze.
Chapter completed!