History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 47

[47. Chapter 47 I want to challenge him]

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue were both slightly silent. What they lost was not their swordsmanship, but that someone had gone further than them in swordsmanship and found a direction for the next step.

They are in a state without swords, and the path without swords and moves may not be suitable for them. However, victory is victory and defeat is defeat. The aloof Ye Gucheng does not bother to quibble. In the future, he will definitely surpass the swordsmanship in front of him and create a new world. Out of the sixth realm, the seventh realm, or even the tenth realm.

They were comparing their current knowledge of swordsmanship, not the future.

If that person had a life-and-death battle with him, he would be dead if he died, and there would be no way for the future.

After Ye Gucheng came down from the competition stage, Yang Guo also came down. He went up just to prove that Dugu Nine Swords cannot be defeated, and only those who use swordsmanship will be defeated.

After the two of them got down, no one got up on the competition stage for a while. The two of them were connected. One of them had superb swordsmanship, and the other’s swordsmanship theory was even more unbelievable. How could they get up there?

If you go up further, if you are too different from the first two, you will no longer be famous. If you are not careful, you will be scolded as a chicken and a dog.

“Is there anyone else going up?” Zhou Yang sighed slightly. Yang Guo was indeed one of the few smart protagonists in Jin Yong’s works. He glanced around and asked, after watching the sword competition, would you like some other weapons?

“Amitabha.” A soft chanting voice rang in Zhou Yang’s ears. Zhou Yang was suddenly shocked and turned his head stiffly.

A young monk wearing gray monk robes walked quickly towards him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“Shopkeeper, it’s great to see you.” Monk Jueyuan said excitedly. Since all the martial arts secrets in the Hidden Gold Pavilion were lost, he had trouble sleeping and eating. That day, after he left the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, only Zhou Yang In the Sutra Pavilion, then he must know who stole the secret book of the Sutra Pavilion.

“Shopkeeper, did you notice anyone entering the Sutra Pavilion that day?” Looking at Jue Yuan who was looking at him expectantly, if Zhou Yang didn’t know Jue Yuan’s loyal character, he would have kicked him away.

At the same time, I also had a headache. Jue Yuan was probably the only monk from the Shaolin Temple in The Legend of the Condor Heroes who didn’t know that he “got” the secret book of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.

“Ahem… I saw a dark shadow that day. The shadow was very fast. I couldn’t see who it was?” Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed. Meeting an honest person is trouble. He is honest, and you are not. I had the nerve to bully him.

“Thank you, shopkeeper. I’m going back, young monk.” Monk Jueyuan said with deep disappointment in his eyes.

“Okay, Master Jue Yuan, take these Nine Sun Scriptures and the Three-Stage Tathagata Divine Palm back to the Shaolin Temple and tell your abbot that I… gave them to you.” Zhou Yang took out two books from his arms. The secret book was handed to Monk Jueyuan.

Although the secret books of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are gone, most of the secret books are practiced by the monks of Shaolin Temple and can be copied again. Naturally, the inheritance will not be cut off. What is really lost is the martial arts that they have treasured for a long time in Shaolin Temple. Enlightenment.

“The shop owner must not do it. How can the Shaolin Temple take your secret book?” Monk Jueyuan shook his head and refused.

“If you are told to take it, just take it and stop talking nonsense.” Zhou Yang directly placed the secret book in the arms of the stunned monk Jueyuan.

“I’ve met the shopkeeper, I’ve met… Master Jue Yuan.” An old man with a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and wearing a Taoist robe came over at some point.

Monk Jue Yuan was a little embarrassed and scratched his bald head. A god like the shop owner called him master. Why did this old man with white hair and immortal spirit in front of him also call him master.

“Name: Zhang Sanfeng.

Identity: World of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, Wulin Myth.”

“I’ve seen it, Senior Zhang.” Zhou Yang bowed slightly. This is the real awesome character. In Jin Yong’s martial arts, it can be said that there are clear records of living The longest man spans the two worlds of the divine sculpture and heaven.

Zhang Sanfeng looked troubled and said, “Shopkeeper, I wonder if I can find someone to compete with? That person’s realm has not yet reached the innate realm.”

“I wonder who it is?” Zhou Yang asked curiously.

“Him.” Following Zhang Sanfeng’s gaze, Zhou Yang was slightly surprised that he turned out to be a young monk.

Jue Yuan on the side was also a little curious, but when he saw it, he was a little horrified. Why is there another self? Just a little older.

Next to him was a young novice monk who looked like a teenager. He had big bright eyes and was full of curiosity about his surroundings.

“Are you sure?” Zhou Yang looked a little weird. Does this Sanfeng have any weird habits?

“Yes.” Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.

“Okay.” Zhou Yang nodded gently and asked Zhang Sanfeng to accept his favor. In the future, if he asked for help with something, he would not be able to refuse.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng’s face changed slightly, with bitterness, memories, unforgettable moments, and sadness, and various emotions mixed in his eyes.

“Wudang Ladder Yunzong!”

Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward gently, each step was very slow. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, he walked step by step to the sky. On the sky, he slowly walked towards the competition stage.

“Who is this person?” Everyone looked shocked. Zhou Yang was able to conjure up a martial arts competition stage. At that time, everyone thought he was a god and had only awe. However, the old man in front of him was obviously a warrior.

Looking at the sky, the calm and calm Zhang Sanfeng, the brave god Hou Zhuwu, Zhuge Zhengwo, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue on the side, these peerless masters, were all shocked in their hearts by the depth of this person’s internal strength. , Zhen Qi Zhen is simply the first person they have ever seen.

Among the people, it is not that Zhang Sanfeng has the strongest internal energy, but Hou Zhuwu, the iron-gallant god who practices the art of absorbing energy, has absorbed the internal energy of countless masters in the world. His internal energy far exceeds a hundred years, but in terms of the purity of the true energy, No one can compare to the white-haired Taoist in front of me.

“Is this the founder of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng?” A martial arts person from Yi Tian Tu Long Ji asked in surprise. Unlike Feng Qingyang, who is a legend and a myth in Xiaoao Jianghu, Zhang Sanfeng is the living “god”.

“Who is Zhang Sanfeng?” People from other worlds asked curiously.

As a result, the entire Wanjie Tower suddenly started talking, and they told what they knew about Zhang Sanfeng’s deeds. The person in front of them turned out to be a grandmaster who had lived for a hundred years.

Hou Zhu, the brave god in the martial arts competition, ignored him, his eyes were shining. The old Taoist in front of him was enough to fight him. Even Ximen Chuixue, a long sword with an ancient form in its hand, was already making a cheerful cry.

“Everyone, please be quiet. Senior Zhang Sanfeng wants to challenge someone in the martial arts competition.” Zhou Yang said softly. Ximen Chuixue’s eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. At the same time, his eyes revealed a deep curiosity. This martial arts competition in the audience was also full of curiosity. Who can challenge this old man with terrifying internal strength?

“The little monk looking around below is you.” Zhou Yang pointed to the little novice monk who was looking around for the peerless master to be challenged.

The little novice monk looked at Zhou Yang’s finger with a dreamy face. He was sure that the person he was pointing to was him, because there was only a wall behind him.

“Could this little novice monk be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma?” People around him asked in disbelief. Otherwise, at such a young age, what would he be worth facing the challenge of this martial arts myth?