The next day in front of the thatched hut, Ye Qi brought the "Nine Yin Scriptures" and "Wu Mu's Successful Letter" to Zhang Sanfeng to see, explaining the secret of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying.

For a master like Zhang Sanfeng, the "Nine Yin Scriptures" is not very attractive. Instead, he asked many other miscellaneous things, such as Zhang Wuji's many beauties, Persian martial arts, and women in yellow clothes.

"By the way, Master, you have always known the disciple's sword technique. Recently, I have learned a set of palm techniques to compare with you?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the little disciple who seemed to be seeking credit for him, laughed a few times and said, "Then let's compete."

After saying that, his body, which seemed like a dead tree, slowly cut out a palm and hit Ye Qi.

Ye Qi also slowly returned with one move, and then the two of them slowly started to go back and forth.

After a long time, no one won or lost, and the two of them stopped at the same time tacitly.

"Your palm technique is very good, the power of the fist and palm is great, and it is easier to learn than Tai Chi."

Ye Qi did not be humble under the praise of Zhenren Zhang. He smiled and answered the master's words, saying, "That disciple has been writing books in the back mountain these few days."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Good things, good things."

...

Ye Qi wanted to write a book, naturally, to leave his unique knowledge to Wudang, but to just display all his knowledge in the book, it is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng, a martial arts scholar, was here to give advice, but that's all, and it took a month.

On this day, Ye Qi handed over four bound martial arts to Yu Daiyan, one of which was an internal skill, one of which was born from the Dugu Nine Swords, one of which was light skill, and the other of which was the flying immortal palm.

Not long after, Zhang Wuji came to the thatched cottage in the back mountain. After visiting Zhang Zhenren, he went to the Yaping where Ye Qi was.

...

"Uncle Master, I heard that you will be able to learn your unique skills, you..."

Ye Qi waved his hand and didn't reply, and took Wu Mu's suicide note in front of him, saying, "These Japanese people come here to ask someone to bring them to you. If you come here, you will save the disciples from the sect from going to Guangmingding."

Zhang Wuji took Wu Mu's suicide note in his hand, and did not continue the previous question, saying, "Half a month ago, the Ming Cult of Persia had visited Guangmingding. Later, I learned that some of them had masters going to chase you and Miss Yang, and then..."

As he said that, he suddenly realized that since the uncle of the junior master is now in Wudang, those Persian Ming Cult are naturally dead.

Ye Qi asked with a smile: "Minmin?"

Zhang Wuji touched the back of his head and said, "This time it was for this incident. Wuji will be married in Guangmingding in one month. The uncle of the junior teacher will come at that time."

"Zhao Min is the princess of the imperial court. If you want to oppose the Yuan Dynasty, will the relationship between the two be handled?"

"After handling it, she doesn't want to help each other. If the anti-Yuan plan is done, I promise her to keep his father and brother's life."

Ye Qi nodded and asked with concern: "What are you going to arrange that little maid and the grandson of the Eagle King?"

Zhang Wuji touched the back of his head again, his face turned red and he didn't know how to answer.

"I understand, let's talk about those Persian and Ming sects."

Zhang Wuji's face turned red and then faded, and said, "A treasure tree king died, and the rest were beaten back to Persia."

Ye Qi said: "It's better not to kill them all, after all, the sect of Guangmingding originated from Persia after all, so it's better to keep some mercy."

"Uncle Master, you haven't answered yet whether Wuji will go to Guangmingding."

"I won't go anymore, I'm afraid I'll be reluctant to leave if I drag it down."

Zhang Wuji asked a little annoyedly, "You have to leave?"

"You have to leave, there is no need to say about this matter. I'll call your Grand Master and uncles and uncles, and you can have a drink with me."

Zhang Wuji clenched his fists, but after all, he didn't say anything, nodded and said OK.

...

...

The night was extremely dark, and everyone, including the old Taoist, fell drunk on the cliff. Ye Qi looked at them, and he was still drinking.

At some point, he threw a wine jar under the cliff, and the eagle flew to the cliff and screamed a few times and flew back into the nest.

He walked outside the cliff, turned around and looked at the people lying on the ground, then looked at somewhere, then took a step towards the cliff, and disappeared into the vast night outside the cliff.
Chapter completed!