Chapter 23

He was currently dancing on the tip of a knife, not allowing for the slightest mistake.

With his internal strength rapidly depleting and unable to hold on much longer, Song Qingshu adopted a psychological warfare tactic.

To his surprise, Zhang Jie actually stopped after hearing this sentence.

Just as Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief and Zhang Songxi was preparing to announce Song Qingshu's victory,

Zhang Jie, whose face was not red and whose heart was not beating fast, and who didn't have a single drop of sweat on his forehead, smiled:

"Senior Brother, you are right. Of all martial arts in the world, nothing is unbreakable; only speed is invincible."

Then, Song Qingshu discovered that Zhang Jie's figure had disappeared!

"Junior Brother! You..."

Song Qingshu hurriedly turned his head, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find Zhang Jie.

For a moment, Song Qingshu spun around in the martial arts arena like a headless fly.

"Senior Brother Zhang's light martial arts are so terrifying!"

The disciples watching the battle all gasped.

They saw clearly: Zhang Jie had actually used a pace strangely synchronized with Song Qingshu's,

hiding in Song Qingshu's visual blind spot, thereby achieving invisibility to Song Qingshu!

Even Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and others had flashes of movement and surprise on their faces.

Zhang Jie's light martial arts had actually surpassed them!

If one wanted to find someone on Mount Wudang whose light martial arts surpassed Zhang Jie's,

it could only be the founding master of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren!

Thinking that Song Qingshu was definitely not a match for Zhang Jie, who was displaying such light martial arts, Yu Lianzhou immediately wanted to stop the sparring.

As for why Yu Lianzhou, as Zhang Jie's master, didn't seem to be on Zhang Jie's side now?

It was precisely because Yu Lianzhou was Zhang Jie's master that he couldn't favor Zhang Jie at this time!

However, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi stopped Yu Lianzhou:

The sparring had not yet been decided, and neither side was in danger,

so they, as teachers, could not stop the sparring at will.

The sparring in the arena continued.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, where are you? Where are you?"

Slowly, Song Qingshu's voice became hoarse and desperate.

And Zhang Jie was currently taking light steps, following Song Qingshu like a shadow.

"Could it be, could it be that there are really ghosts and gods?"

Song Qingshu, who didn't know the visual blind spot invisibility technique, became more and more afraid,

drops of cold sweat the size of beans appearing on his forehead, the veins on his right hand gripping the precious sword bulging.

Song Yuanqiao, watching the battle, saw Song Qingshu's unseemly appearance, and his brows gradually furrowed.

He never expected that his son, on whom he had pinned high hopes, would have such a poor mentality.

A disciple close to Song Qingshu saw the senior brother, who was usually calm and indifferent, in such a state, and couldn't help but remind him loudly:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zhang is right behind you!"

Song Qingshu turned his head upon hearing this, but still didn't see Zhang Jie's figure.

Zhang Jie, who had already stood to one side, spread his hands:

What is the difference between reminding me so loudly and plotting loudly in my ear?

"Jie, you must not tease your Senior Brother Song like this."

When Zhang Jie was about to tease Song Qingshu properly, Yu Lianzhou spoke.

He knew that Song Qingshu had been vaguely targeting Zhang Jie in the past,

and he had no opinion on Zhang Jie's small revenge.

But Song Qingshu hadn't caused any harm to Zhang Jie after all,

and Song Qingshu was not only the face of the third generation of Wudang,

but also the son of the first senior brother Song Yuanqiao, so teasing him a bit was enough.

Going any further would be a bit too much.

"Yes, Master." Hearing Yu Lianzhou, who was like a teacher and a father, speak,

Zhang Jie had to suppress his inner mischief and appeared gracefully in front of Song Qingshu.

"Clang!"

Song Qingshu, relaxing, felt his right hand go soft, and the precious sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"So there are no ghosts and gods, so it wasn't ghosts and gods."

Song Qingshu, still sweating like rain, muttered to himself in a daze.

"Uh~"

Now it was Zhang Jie's turn to be speechless.

He didn't expect Song Qingshu's psychological quality to be so fragile.

Having read The Heaven-Dependent World, he only knew that Song Qingshu was a fool for love, a traitor,

he didn't know that Song Qingshu was actually a giant baby afraid of ghosts!

"Qingshu, Confucius said, 'The Master did not talk about strange phenomena, physical prowess, rebellions, or spirits.'

As a Wudang disciple, how can you be so concerned about ghosts and gods?

Go and copy the 'True Martial Emperor Subduing Demons Scripture' three hundred times for me immediately!"

Song Yuanqiao, with furrowed brows, came to Song Qingshu and lectured him.

"Yes, Father."

Song Qingshu replied weakly.

This "Father" ultimately softened Song Yuanqiao's heart,

and he signaled two disciples close to Song Qingshu to help Song Qingshu back to his room to rest.

The disciples helping Song Qingshu away felt their palms become wet.

It turned out that, without knowing when, the clothes on Song Qingshu's body had been soaked through with cold sweat!

On Zhang Jie's side, Yu Lianzhou glared at Zhang Jie with a look of "iron not becoming steel":

"You actually teased your Senior Brother Song like this; I must punish you.

I will punish you by having you restore this martial arts arena to its original state; there cannot be the slightest difference!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left with a dark face.

"Yes."

Knowing he had played too hard, what could Zhang Jie do?

He could only obediently agree.

"I am truly stupid, truly."

Looking at the martial arts arena in front of him, which looked like it had been trampled by a herd of elephants, with floor tiles broken into pieces,

and hundreds of pits and bumps of all sizes, Zhang Jie felt as if he had been possessed by Xianglin's wife.

If he had known he would have to repair the martial arts arena by himself, he shouldn't have used so much force just now.

But he also knew that this was Master Yu Lianzhou's care for him.

After all, teasing Song Qingshu like this had already exceeded the scope of a prank.

If Song Qingshu had really suffered some harm, he was afraid he would have been disciplined according to the sect rules.

"Jie, how did you do it?"

At this time, Mo Shenggu, the seventh hero of Wudang who had the best relationship with Zhang Jie, came to Zhang Jie's side and asked curiously.

He knew how poor Zhang Jie's talent in light martial arts and sword techniques was.

Not to mention anything else, for the Spirit Gate Thirteen Swords alone, he had taught Zhang Jie more than a dozen times.

And the light martial arts Zhang Jie displayed this time,

reminded him of the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao of the Mo Sect, who was famous for his light martial arts.

At this time, several disciples who were on good terms with Zhang Jie also gathered around.

Mo Shenggu was the youngest among the seven heroes of Wudang, and his personality was upright and decisive,

hating evil like an enemy, so between him and the third-generation disciples,

it was less like a junior uncle and nephew, and more like another senior brother.

"The cultivation I have today is all thanks to my own efforts!"

Zhang Jie said with extreme sincerity.

Zhang Jie from other worlds is also Zhang Jie!

As for why Zhang Jie's light martial arts had made such great progress in a short period of time?

It can only be said that Heaven-Dependent Zhang Jie put all his attribute points into his body, while Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie put all his attribute points into his spirit,

and the powerful hardware combined with the powerful software produced an effect of one plus one greater than two.

The original him was like a huge country without a hub,

although every part contained great power, it could never exert its power in one place.

While Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie was a small country with a wise emperor but declining national strength,

even if the monarch and ministers were of one mind, it was difficult to exert much power.

And the arrival of the shared space allowed the huge country with strong national power to welcome a wise emperor,

and naturally, various potentials were tapped, followed by an explosion of power.

He now only felt that the muscles that didn't listen to him in the past were like arms and fingers, and when learning martial arts, it was as if he had divine help!

"Forget it if you don't want to say."

Some disciples who clearly didn't believe him shook their heads.

"Have you seen Mount Wudang at three in the morning?"

Zhang Jie immediately used that "Have you seen Los Angeles at four in the morning?" theory of effort.

Where had Mo Shenggu and the other Wudang disciples seen this kind of brainwashing method that transcended the era?

They were immediately stunned by Zhang Jie.

The king of invention, or rather the patent rogue Edison, had a famous saying:

"Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration."

This sentence makes some sense, but he didn't finish it:

"Sometimes, one percent inspiration is more important than ninety-nine percent perspiration."

People are different, or rather, the gap between people,

is sometimes even greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Zhang Jie still clearly remembers that sentence Qian Lao said:

"No matter how stupid a person is, can they still not learn calculus?"

Yu Lianzhou and the others couldn't find any other reason, so they could only assume that Zhang Jie had suddenly become enlightened.

After all, there were no heavenly treasures or martial arts in the Heaven-Dependent world that could increase comprehension.

There was a martial art rumored to be able to improve aptitude, and that was the Western Shaolin secret "Yi Jin Jing."

But this was just a rumor, and except for those Western Shaolin monks,

other Wu Lin people only regarded the "Yi Jin Jing" as a divine skill similar to the "Nine Yang Divine Art."

After all, only Western Shaolin high monks could practice the "Yi Jin Jing,"

and among those who could become high monks, which one was truly dull and stupid?

And light martial arts, this kind of thing, actually tests talent very much.

The Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao of the Ming Sect, clearly his martial arts, internal strength, and combat power were never outstanding,

but he was unique in light martial arts, thereby mixing his way into the position of a Dharma King.

His footwork was as fast as lightning, moving like a ghost, and even first-rate experts like Abbess Miejue,

Yang Xiao, and others were far behind him in light martial arts attainments.

Because his light martial arts were supreme, ghost-like, and he had the habit of sucking blood, he got the nickname "Green-Winged Bat King."

And this kind of light martial arts was not obtained through conventional training, but originated from Wei Yixiao's innate talent.

In history, there is no lack of people who suddenly become enlightened, are different from then on, and make a career.

For example, Guan Zhong of the Qi State during the Spring and Autumn Period, he was not reused in his early years,

and after being reused by Qi Huan Gong of Qi, he proposed policies such as "respecting the king and expelling the barbarians,"

assisting Qi Huan Gong of Qi to become the head of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Since then, he pioneered the governance of the country by literature and became a pioneer of the Legalist school.

Not to mention, although Yu Lianzhou and the others didn't know this was because Zhang Jie's golden finger had arrived,

they actually guessed part of the truth by mistake:

He and Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie were originally one person, and after he shared with Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie,

he was no different from someone who had suddenly become enlightened and awakened extraordinary talent.