Chapter 156

"Jie, do you have a martial art that can seize others' internal energy for your own use?"

From the beginning, Zhang Sanfeng chose to ask directly.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Zhang Jie's words that "it was all his own effort,"

but that martial arts had to follow basic laws and couldn't be created out of thin air.

It was still possible to say that moves could be enlightened in a day, and realms could leap forward.

But having practiced for a hundred years, he clearly knew that internal energy could not be created out of thin air.

In the same world, one person practicing hard for a year, plus various heavenly treasures,

could be comparable to others for decades, which was possible.

But Zhang Jie's thick internal energy was likely to be calculated in hundreds of years.

In this way, seizing others' internal energy for one's own use was the only explanation.

Only by seizing the internal energy of other experts, or seizing the internal energy of others who had practiced for decades, was it possible

to accumulate internal energy that even he couldn't see the depth of in just less than half a year.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng would not look down on Zhang Jie because of this.

Just not to mention the "One Seeing Seeing Yang Zhi" that Zhang Jie displayed today, which even he felt inferior to,

and believed that even if one of the Five Greats of the Condor Heroes era, the Southern Emperor Master Yideng, were resurrected,

he would have to admit defeat, and which exceeded Rank 1.

Just the fact that Zhang Jie could turn hundreds of years of internal energy into his own without going crazy

was already absolute top-tier talent.

If one could really become a peerless expert just by relying on a martial art that seizes energy,

how could this Jianghu have today's peace?

I'm afraid various demonic arts that seize energy would have been rampant long ago.

And the reason he could be so calm after guessing that Zhang Jie had such a martial art

was, on one hand, because Zhang Jie's internal energy, while supreme and great, was also pure and refined,

indicating that Zhang Jie had already integrated the martial arts of various experts into one,

and would not have serious consequences such as going crazy or exploding and dying.

On the other hand, it was because during the time Zhang Jie was down the mountain, there was no news of righteous experts dying with their internal energy exhausted,

indicating that Zhang Jie had not embarked on the evil path of doing anything for internal energy.

And according to the news that Zhang Jie entered the Prince Ruyang's mansion at night,

killing and injuring countless experts recruited by Prince Ruyang, and even the Xuanming Elders had not appeared,

Zhang Sanfeng guessed that Zhang Jie's internal energy was all seized from evil experts like the Xuanming Elders.

In this way, Zhang Jie had no risk of going crazy, had not embarked on the evil path of killing the innocent,

and was also slaying demons and demons, glorifying the righteous path, so why should he be too harsh?

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; don't be a horse or cow for them!

"Grandson does have such a martial art."

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from a martial arts grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Jie nodded and admitted it.

Then he also told Zhang Sanfeng a part of the "Bei Ming Divine Art."

Of course, Zhang Jie would not tell Zhang Sanfeng that his "Bei Ming Divine Art" came from another world,

only saying that it was a chance encounter in a predecessor's cave in the Kunlun Mountains when he went down the mountain to find Zhang Wuji.

The story template of a protagonist with deep hatred of family destruction jumping off a cliff to get divine arts,

meeting a high-ranking person, achieving divine arts, and then taking revenge,

was truly a major feature of early martial arts, which one had to taste.

He, Zhang Jie, didn't have such a chance encounter, so he had to create it himself~

"Bei Ming is the eye of the sea, who knows how many thousands of miles deep it is!"

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

This Xiaoyao Sect's 'Bei Ming Divine Art' is truly wonderful!"

Listening to the essence of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and swayed, as if intoxicated.

Zhang Jie, hearing the three words "Xiaoyao Sect," felt curiosity surge in his heart,

as he hadn't told Zhang Sanfeng that the "Bei Ming Divine Art" came from the Xiaoyao Sect:

"Grandmaster, have you also heard of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his gray beard and scolded with a smile:

"When I was young, I was also a hero of my time; you have your opportunities, and I naturally have my own chance encounters.

Although this Xiaoyao Sect disappeared in later generations, it was recorded in the ancient books I obtained,

that it was a major sect founded by the strange person Xiaoyaozi during the Northern Song Dynasty.

It is rumored that the Lingjiu Palace, which dominated the Western Regions Jianghu for a long time, was once established by disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Oh."

Zhang Jie nodded absent-mindedly.

But his thoughts flew to other places:

If, according to what Zhang Sanfeng said, the Heavenly Dragon world was the predecessor of the Heaven-Dependent world,

then there was a sequential relationship between the two on the same timeline.

But he, Zhang Jie, existed not only in the Heaven-Dependent world but also in the Heavenly Dragon world.

So what was the relationship between them?

Were they two similar worlds, or the evolution of the same world on different timelines?

'Forget it, don't think about it; if we can exist, then there is a reason for it.'

After deep thought without result, Zhang Jie shook his head and buried this question in his heart.

The question concerning multiple worlds and timelines was not something that he,

still mixing in the martial arts world, should think about or be able to find an answer to.

It wouldn't be too late to look for the answer to this question when a few Zhang Jies who had become Immortal Emperors, Daluo,

or Supreme Gods came to the shared space.

Now, naturally, when the car reaches the mountain, there will be a road, and when the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally be straight!

Zhang Sanfeng saw Zhang Jie lost in thought and didn't disturb him.

"Grandmaster, I still have some martial arts secret manuals here..."

Zhang Jie shared martial arts such as "Nine Yang Divine Art," "One Seeing Seeing Yang Zhi,"

and "Nine Yin Manual" with Zhang Sanfeng.

With a martial arts grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Jie naturally had to make good use of him!

He also wanted to see what kind of sparks would be generated by the friction between the crystallization of the wisdom of predecessors and the command of Zhang Sanfeng,

this supreme grandmaster of Heaven-Dependent martial arts.

Would it allow Zhang Sanfeng to walk out a new path from the impossible, and let the martial arts of the Heaven-Dependent world be sublimated?

Not to mention walking on the high-martial world of slaughtering cities and breaking armies like Wind and Cloud,

even the medium-martial worlds that existed like "Great Tang Shuanglong Zhuan" and "Fan Yun Fu Yu,"

where broken void existed, would be good.

And afterward, he, as a grandson, could learn advanced martial arts achievements later.

Thinking of such a future, Zhang Jie was a little excited!

"I never expected that the Heaven-Dependent Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber would have such a story."

Learning the origins of the "Nine Yin Manual" and the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms," Zhang Sanfeng sighed repeatedly.

It could only be said that Hero Guo and his wife kept this secret too well, only telling their youngest daughter.

Even he, an old antique who had experienced the end of the Song Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty,

and had held the Heaven-Dependent Sword for a period of time, didn't know.

Hmm, it is worth mentioning that the Heaven-Dependent Sword was when Zhang Sanfeng was celebrating his hundredth birthday,

Abbess Miejue, relying on the power of the Heaven-Dependent Sword, wanted to challenge him,

but was easily taken away by him and enshrined in front of the seat of the True Martial Emperor, only returned a few years ago.

That is to say, the golden finger came relatively late, otherwise Zhang Jie wouldn't have had to go to Emei.

Hmm, Zhang Jie still had to go to Emei, because Zhou Zhiruo was still on Mount Emei...

"Jie, since you are so generous in sharing secret manuals with me, I cannot be stingy either.

How about this, I have conceived a 'Pure Yang Wuji Art' over these years, and I will pass it on to you."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a moment and smiled, returning the favor.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

Zhang Jie was overjoyed.

This "Pure Yang Wuji Art" was an upgraded version of the "Wudang Nine Yang Art" he first practiced,

and was Zhang Sanfeng's masterpiece in internal energy,

absolutely not inferior to the "Nine Yin Manual" or the "Nine Yang Divine Art."

If Zhang Sanfeng could have conceived the "Pure Yang Wuji Art" a few years ago,

he could have easily cured the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm in Zhang Wuji.

Although Zhang Jie had begun to melt the martial arts of a hundred schools into his own,

the concepts contained in the "Pure Yang Wuji Art" were also of great benefit to him.

The grandfather and grandson immediately began to discuss the Dao.

One was a grandmaster who had gathered the martial arts of the Heaven-Dependent world,

and the other was a reincarnated person with a golden finger, able to look forward to the heavens,

the discussion was naturally a match for an opponent, meeting a good talent, often refreshing, and gaining a lot.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

With the sound of the rooster announcing the dawn, the morning sun rose.

The golden light emitted by the great sun illuminated the earth.

Discussing the Dao doesn't know the years, and a night had already passed.

With the rising of the sun, the discussion between Zhang Jie and the other had come to an end.

"Grandson thanks Grandmaster for his teachings."

Feeling that he had gained a lot, Zhang Jie got up from the blue stone and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"I have also gained a lot; you and I learn from each other, and can be called Dao friends."

Zhang Sanfeng turned slightly to the side, only accepting half of Zhang Jie's bow.

This half-bow was only accepted because Zhang Jie was his grandson.

On the path of martial arts, although Zhang Jie was still a bit immature, he could already become a school of his own.

"Master, Yang Xiao and others of the Ming Sect are visiting."

At this time, Yin Liting came to report.

"Oh?

Our Wudang and his Ming Sect have always kept the well water from interfering with the river water; why are they here?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a bit puzzled.

For so many years, their Wudang and the Ming Sect, far away in Kunlun, had little contact,

and even in the confrontation between the Ming Sect and Emei, their Wudang did not participate.

Then he glanced at the innocent-looking Zhang Jie, feeling that this matter had something to do with this disciple, who was talented,

but whose ability to cause trouble was also not bad.

"Grandmaster, shall we go and see?"

Zhang Jie, who was also curious about the purpose of the Ming Sect people, suggested.

However, he was not worried in his heart that the Ming Sect was here to cause destruction:

No matter what purpose the Ming Sect people had, this Mount Wudang was ultimately the Wudang's Mount Wudang,

not their Ming Sect's Brightness Peak.

On this Mount Wudang, if you are a dragon, you must coil, and if you are a tiger, you must lie down!

"Good."

Zhang Sanfeng, who was used to big winds and waves, readily agreed.

Arriving at the guest hall of Wudang, several figures came into Zhang Jie's eyes.

One person was short and fat, with a smile on his face, chest and abdomen exposed, laughing often,

looking like he was harmonious and making money, with a cloth bag on his back,

clearly the Cloth Bag Monk Shuode, one of the Five Wanderers of the Ming Sect.

One person had a sharp mouth and thin cheeks, his face gray without half a drop of blood,

wearing a white robe with green stripes, thin figure, silver hair and silver pupils, giving people a strange and mysterious feeling.

This person was, without accident, the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, the only survivor among the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect.

Located between the two was a middle-aged scholar wearing a white coarse cloth robe.

This scholar was about forty years old, with a handsome appearance, although he was old,

one could still see his style when he was young, he must have been a beautiful man of extraordinary beauty.

It was just that his eyebrows drooped slightly, and there were several deep wrinkles around his mouth, inevitably with a slightly old and miserable appearance.

Being able to be located between the Cloth Bag Monk and the Green-Winged Bat King,

this scholar must be the Bright Left Envoy Yang Xiao, who was temporarily acting as the leader of the Ming Sect,

who had snatched love with a horizontal sword, snatched away the fiancée Ji Xiaofu of the Wudang Sixth Hero Yin Liting,

and also gave birth to a daughter, Yang Buhei.

looking at the wooden stake that was so smooth it could serve as a mirror, he even forgot to wave the goose-feather fan in his hand:

At the end of the Heaven-Dependent, the two already had the crystallization of love.

Regarding this, Zhang Jie could only say that things in the world were so wonderful.

"Third Brother Xie/Lion King, it really is you!"

and the people he interacts with will probably all be high officials and noble families.

"Everyone, it's been many years, are you well?"

Xie Xun, who was equally excited, had thousands of words on his lips, finally turning into a greeting.