Chapter 28: Song Yuanqiao

  In the blink of an eye, he arrived in the Heavenly Realm and it has been three months now. Zhao Ji can bring one person to ascend to the Heavenly Realm every month, and the time to bring the fourth person has arrived.

  They told Ding Dian and others about this matter, discussed it briefly, and decided that Yuan Chengzhi would accompany Zhao Ji back to the valley in the middle of Feisheng Peak.

  So far, after Zhao Ji's operation, a total of three people have ascended to the Heavenly Realm. He has learned three martial arts: Shen Zhao Jing, Yi Jin Jing and Shen Xing Bai Bian.

  Two internal skills, one light skill, after checking, Zhao Ji found that he still lacked a powerful attacking technique, an offensive martial art.

  It just so happened that Zhao Ji had a specially-made ultra-steel soft sword that could cut through iron like mud, which in ancient times was absolutely considered a divine sharp weapon.

  Such a precious sword naturally wants to be reasonably utilized, so he eagerly hopes to learn a swordsmanship, preferably one that is suitable for soft sword display.

  The swordsmanship suitable for a soft sword is nothing but the swordsmanship of using gentleness to overcome stiffness. Zhao Ji thought for a moment, and the first thing that came to his mind was Wudang Sect's Wrap Finger Soft Swordsmanship and Soft Cloud Swordsmanship.

  The most famous figure in Wudang, without a doubt, is the founder Zhang Sanfeng. However, Zhao Ji can't let the innate martial artists ascend to heaven for now, so he has no choice but to settle for second best.

  In the ancient well, a small black dot flew in quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it flew out from the ancient well, revealing the figure of a middle-aged man. He was seen with his body in mid-air, his left foot toe pointing to the heel of his right foot, his body shape not falling but rising, suddenly shooting up several feet.

  "Ride the clouds!"

  "What an excellent lightness kung fu!"

  As soon as he saw the middle-aged man's movement, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, and a ray of light flashed through his mind. He immediately recognized this qinggong technique and let out a soft exclamation. At the same time, Yuan Chengzhi also voiced his admiration for the man's qinggong skills.

  Tie Yun Zong is the most exceptional lightness skill of Wudang, which may not be outstanding in terms of speed and agility, but excels in high-flying and deep-diving.

  Ben was teaching his disciples martial arts on Mount Wudang when suddenly, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and the colorful lights flickered indefinitely. When the world in his line of sight returned to normal, Song Yuqiao's first reaction was to protect himself, lest he be ambushed by others.

  At the moment when he suddenly rose into the air, his eyes scanned the six paths and his gaze swept across the interior of Fei Sheng Dian. Seeing that there was no great danger, only two people standing there, he slightly relaxed his vigilance.

  He stood firmly on the ground, cupped his hands together in a salute to Zhao Yi and Yuan Chengzhi, and asked solemnly: "May I ask, are you two the masters of this place?"

  "Brother Song is well, in Lower Zhaoji, he is precisely the one in charge of Feisheng Temple."

  He returned the courtesy, and Zhao Ji smiled.

  "Do you know me?"

  A hint of puzzlement flashed across his face, and Song Yuqiao asked in confusion.

  Zhao nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "The leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao, the great apprentice of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect. I've heard of him for a long time."

  "Song brother is of Wudang Sect, under Mount Hua Shan Yuan Chengzhi."

  As soon as he heard the familiar words "Wudang", Yuan Chengzhi's eyes suddenly lit up and he interjected.

  Alone and alone, he flew up to a strange world. It's not just unfamiliar with life, the whole world is completely different. The feeling of being abandoned and lonely will emerge from time to time. Having some familiar people or things that feel close, Yuan Chongyi was somewhat excited, which is normal.

  "You are a disciple of Mount Hua, so you must know the two elders of Mount Hua. I have met them a few times."

  Yuan Chengzhi bowed slightly, and Song Yuqiao smiled faintly.

  "Alright, alright, you two stop messing around. Brother Yuan is from the late Ming and early Qing dynasty, while Brother Song is from the late Yuan and early Ming dynasty, with nearly three hundred years in between. Just like Brother Yuan and Master Tianhong, there's almost a century between the early and mid-Qing dynasty."

  Zhao Ji interrupted the conversation between the two and said.

  "At the end of Yuan and beginning of Ming? And what was that Flying Ascension Hall just now? I didn't quite understand, Brother Zhao, could you explain it to me?"

  His eyebrows slightly furrowed, Song Yuanqiao's bright and shining eyes stared tightly at Zhao Ji, waiting for his response.

  Song Yuanqiao's confusion was within Zhao Ji's expectations, he revealed his usual serious expression before each time he deceived him, and solemnly said: "The matter is like this."

  Song Yuanqiao repeated the words he had used to deceive Ding Dian, Tian Hong and Yuan Chengzhi three times before, and as soon as he heard them, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his own head on a clear day.

  He felt extremely shocked, Song Yuanqiao's body suddenly stumbled, and all his strength seemed to disappear in an instant.

  "How did it come to this? Heaven, I didn't want to come here. I don't want to leave Wudang, Master still needs me to serve him."

  He took two steps back and sat down on the edge of the ancient well, his face on the bridge looked sorrowful and melancholic, murmuring unconsciously.

  At this time, Song Yuanqiao's grief was so strong that it moved heaven and earth, with a very strong infectious power, making Yuan Chengzhi and Zhao Ji both have sad faces.

  After a long silence, Song Yuanqiao finally suppressed the sadness in his heart with his strong self-control, forcing a faint smile on his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Zhao, Brother Yuan, I'm sorry, I just lost my composure."

  "No big deal, abandoning the past and coming to a strange new world is a feeling I can understand."

  Zhao didn't think much of it.

  "Right, Brother Zhao, you just said that every martial artist who has cultivated to the pinnacle of their world's martial arts may have a chance to ascend to the Heavenly Realm, is that so?"

  The topic shifted, and Song Yuanqiao asked.

  "Yes."

  Zhao Ji nodded very affirmatively and firmly supported his own fabricated theory.

  "My master Zhang Sanfeng, as the founder of Wudang Sect, is unparalleled in the world, whether it's his reputation in Jianghu, his prestige in Wulin or his martial arts skills. I wonder if he will ascend to heaven."

  Song Yuanqiao asked hastily.

  As a humble gentleman, Song Yuanqiao deeply agreed with the saying "teacher as father". He hoped to serve Zhang Sanfeng for his whole life, but this wish might become a regret.

  In the many repeated, almost true lies of Zhao Ji's words, Song Yuanqiao saw a glimmer of hope and immediately took it as the last straw to achieve his wish, wanting to grasp it tightly.

  "There's a possibility, but I don't dare guarantee it 100%, after all, luck is also crucial if you want to ascend to the heavenly realm."

  Zhao did not express his approval or disapproval.

  For the time being, Zhao Ji is not dare to give a definite answer. Zhang Sanfeng is an extremely powerful existence among the pre-heavenly martial artists, and it requires his cultivation to reach the pre-heavenly realm in order to ascend to the heavenly realm.

  Even if one day he really became a congenital martial artist, with the ability to make Zhang Sanfeng ascend to heaven, but whether or not to choose Zhang Sanfeng was still an uncertain number.

  Please go to m.