"Since that's the case, then what else can I not agree to!"

Seeing that the man in front of him told his purpose, he spoke firmly, and wanted to teach his skills in internal boxing and swords in exchange for a promise for the future. Although Bai Ze was still a little puzzled and hesitant, the great opportunity was right in front of him, but he could not tolerate him missing it for nothing.

Besides, he is also a sincere person. Although it has nothing to do with good or bad, he at least keeps his promise and does not regret it once he agrees.

As this man said just now, he should be a Taoist priest who practiced in Mount Emei. Bai Ze grew up in this era and received education since childhood. Atheism has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is still young and has not experienced many twists and turns. Therefore, he does not believe in the "gods and fairies" mentioned in this person at all.

He practiced martial arts because he was influenced by his grandfather's face-to-face teachings around him, and knew the true power of this thing, but the legendary gods and immortals were illusory. No matter how scattered it, no one could prove it. Even the Saint Confucius said, "I don't say that the strange powers are chaotic." Naturally, it is not groundless.

But these things were completely "no matter" to Bai Ze. At this time, he had already admired this madman-like Taoist, and was even more fascinated by the Emei directed internal boxing and sword he said.

"It is said that internal martial arts originated from Wudang. In recent years, there are only Tai Chi. The three internal martial arts of Bagua and Xingyi are known to the world, but they don't know that there is an Emei school in this Emei Mountain full of monks. One is left behind. Moreover, this person's boxing skills are unfathomable. If he can be born, he will probably have another person like Zhang Sanfeng in the world. He also practices the shape of a turtle-shaped crane back. From this point of view, he is really similar to a god."

Hearing Bai Ze finally agreed, the man's eyes lit up and laughed three times to the sky. The laughter became clear, as if metal and stone collided, and the echo of the valley was like cranes chirping in the sky. When he laughed at the cup of tea, Bai Ze couldn't help but be dazzled again. He knew that the real energy in the old Taoist body was so abundant that it was beyond replenishment. He lifted it up in one breath and passed through Ren Du, his breath was endless, and his pores were ventilated. This was a state of magic in boxing.

Although Bai Ze knew about it before, he only thought it was a story, but he didn't expect that he would see it today, and he saw it with his own eyes.

As if he knew what Bai Ze was thinking, the man's laughter was still echoing in the mountains. He grabbed Bai Ze's hand and said in a deep voice: "There are too many tourists here, too many bald monks. Although my Taoist temple is also in this mountain, it is too far away from here. It goes deep into the cliffs and valleys of the back mountain of Emei. You should temporarily close your eyes and take you there. My school will not pass on the law easily, nor will it establish words. Although it makes an exception to pass on you and does not enter the inner room, it will always be necessary to sing three incense sticks in front of the ancestor."

The clear whistle of this man was still filled with the sound of this man. Bai Ze's head was full of amazement at this time, and his mind was in a daze. After hearing this, he didn't think much about it, and closed his eyes. He didn't expect that the next moment, he was "fooling", as if he had lost his center of gravity, as if he had stepped on the air at a height and fell down.

In a moment, my heart was trembling and I woke up immediately. I opened my eyes quickly and saw that the light in front of me lit up and the scenery changed. I was still in a dense forest just now, but I was already in the valley.

Surrounded by mountains, cliffs are like sharp swords soaring into the sky. Under the encirclement, a small valley is formed. Large tracts of vines and vines are spread over the rocks, covering a limited amount of sky. Countless sunlight is shattered in the middle, and a little golden light falls, reflecting the water light, revealing a deep pool in the middle of the valley.

Even in midsummer, the pool of water is filled with air conditioning and bursts of white mist.

"Is this your Taoist temple?"

Bai Ze stood in front of the thatched hut on the side of the pool, first looking up at the sky, then around, and finally turned his gaze from the shaking thatched hut to the Taoist, with an incredible face: "What did you... do you...? Could it be that you are really a god?"

Bai Ze suddenly felt that he was having some difficulty speaking, and his throat was so dry. He suddenly moved from one place to another completely different place. How could a normal person do this?!

Even Bai Ze has racked his brains after his personal experience, and has only given such a barely understandable explanation. But if it were put a moment ago, this explanation was originally the one that Bai Ze despised the most.

"There are no gods in this world, but they are just some paths for rushing. If I remember well, your iron arms poke your feet, and there is also a land flying technique that can travel thousands of miles a day. Although the techniques are different, the principles are the same, so there is no need to be surprised."

The Taoist took Bai Ze back to the valley, and seemed to be really happy in his heart. He even spoke much lighter. When he looked at Bai Ze, he was full of smiles.

"Land Flying Method? Is that thing really real? Traveling thousands of miles a day, eight hundred miles a day, and running nine hundred kilometers a day uninterrupted. Just kidding..." Bai Ze suddenly exclaimed, instinctively refuting, but remembering what had just happened, he appeared in the valley inexplicably. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. "But the Flying Method was said to have been lost as early as the Ming Dynasty. I can tell that it was heard from my grandfather. If you said that, wouldn't there really be a Shenxing Taiguard Dai Zong in the Song Dynasty? My grandfather said that he practiced the Flying Method of Land Flying Method..."

"What's so strange about this? Although most of the book "Shui Margin" is far-fetched and spreads rumors by later generations, there is really a water-pooling Liangshan. Zhou Tong, the ancestor of your sect, was originally the chief instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards in Kyoto during the Song Dynasty. Dai Zong had learned art under his disciples, so what's the point? I..., hey, let's not talk about these, you should just follow me to pay homage to the ancestor!"

For some reason, he suddenly stopped his mouth halfway. The man squatted down, washed his hands and faces with the pool water, and then walked to the side of the hut. He turned out a set of linen sacred robes with some white colors from somewhere. He changed his body solemnly, washed his feet, put on a pair of straw sandals, and then carefully combed his hair, and inserted a purple bamboo hairpin into his hair bun.

Only then did you reveal your true face.

In Bai Ze's eyes, he had big ears, round eyes, a curly beard, a slightly yellow skin, and a wide Taoist robe, blown by the mountain wind, this Taoist priest who was originally dirty and sloppy on his head turned into a Taoist Quanzhen. It had the smell of fairy-like Taoist priest on the picture, which really made Bai Ze "surprised".

He gently pushed open the main entrance of the hut, and the ground was covered with dust. I don’t know how many years no one has come in. The Taoist walked in front and waved his two big sleeves left and right, and a strong wind suddenly surged from the ground. Bai Ze retreated behind him repeatedly, and his chest was blown by the wind, and his facial features were moved, and he couldn’t even breathe evenly for a while.

"What's this? The qi in internal kung fu appears? But in history, even such masters as Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang and Yang Luchan of Yang's Tai Chi, can only push the qi out of the body and make it more than an inch long in the air. Although it is extremely powerful, it is too short, so it can only be used to punch a hole in the air. It's not like this person. With a wave of his sleeves, the room is full of wind. It would be fine if it was just the wind brought by the sleeves, but it could force my chest to be like a huge rock...?"

Bai Ze looked at another wave of eyes straight, and his mind was rotating thousands of thoughts. At this time, the strong wind in the room had already stopped and turned into a gray dragon and flew out of the hut. The strong wind blew and rolled, just like a small tornado. Even Bai Ze could not bear the power, but it did not hinder the thatched house that Na was about to collapse. Even the wind was only aimed at the dust and ash in the room, and it did not damage a blade of grass in the room.

When the wind passes, the room is as fresh as new.

Bai Ze also saw the four hanging pictures lined up on the opposite wall.

There was nothing else in the whole room, only a red-lacquered altar was placed under these few hanging pictures, with four identical bronze incense burners on it, and in addition, there was a gray cushion below.

Since the Taoist walked into the house, his face turned solemn and solemn. He first lit a few sticks of sandalwood incense, inserted them one by one in the four incense burners, and performed Taoist gifts one by one. Then he took three more incense sticks, lit them and handed them to Bai Ze. Looking at the last pair of four hanging pictures, he said solemnly: "In my life, there are four masters, but I have only seen two of them. The remaining two are all due to chance like you, and they are all obtained out of thin air, which is what ordinary people call meeting immortals. What you want to worship is the last master of the old Taoist who holds the etiquette of his disciples, and he is not someone else. He is also the Situ Yuan Xuankong who regards this as a ancestor, who has been disguised in the mountains during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period."

Bai Ze was moved with a terrifying look. He looked up, but saw a man dressed like snow on the picture, holding a long sword in his hand, standing under the green pine. There was a white ape squatting on the stone beside him.
Chapter completed!