Chapter 78 Lu Feiqing

  January has arrived again, and in order not to waste the opportunity to learn a set of martial arts, Zhao Ji came to Feisheng Hall once more.

  In the past, he was always with others, but this time, he was alone. His cultivation had reached the fifth layer of the acquired stage, and flying up and down the peak no longer consumed too much energy, so there was no need for anyone to escort him.

  Upon entering the Ascension Hall, standing before the Ascension Well, Zhao Ji held the Thousand Autumn Brush and directly wrote a person's name on the Book of Life and Death.

  This time the person who was escorted to ascend, was after Zhao Ji's repeated consideration. Currently, he has mastered several martial arts that can be both offensive and defensive, but lacks only one dark weapon technique.

  When it comes to hidden weapons, Zhao Ji's favorite is still the needle. Coincidentally, he learned the skill of threading a needle from Ling Shuanghua and the technique of golden needle acupuncture from Hu Qingniu. If he can master another hand technique that triggers the golden needle, his hidden weapon skills will surely reach a very high level.

  Good at triggering needle-like hidden weapons, Zhao's first thought was Dongfang Bubai, but he didn't want to practice the Peony Jade Manual.

  The strongest school of hidden weapons is the Tangmen. The needle-type hidden weapons include Baoyu Lihua Needle, Peacock Plume, etc., but these are all mechanical hidden weapons.

  After some thought, the one I'm most familiar with is Lu Feiqing from "The Book and the Sword", a Wudang disciple who has a skill called "Furong Golden Needle".

  "Huh, where is this?"

  Flying out from the ancient well, Lu Feiqing looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar place. His expression was filled with surprise and he whispered to himself.

  Right in the midst of a fierce battle with Jiao Wengui, Luo Xin and Bei Renlong, at the most critical moment, unexpectedly, his body suddenly felt light, the space before him changed, everything was topsy-turvy, when he finally stabilized, he found himself in an unknown place.

  "This is the Ascension Hall of Heaven."

  At this time, Zhao Ji played the role of Fei Sheng Jie Yin Shi.

  "Heavenly realm? Ascension Hall? What place is this."

  Lufei Qing was dazed.

  "Please listen to my explanation, Brother Lu."

  Zhao spoke in detail.

  "So it seems, I've already left the world I was originally in."

  Lu Feiqing felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt on a clear day, and for a moment, he was stunned and couldn't believe himself.

  Nor did he try to persuade him, but quietly waited on the side. Lu Feiqing was after all a man in his fifties, who had been through many years of ups and downs in Jianghu, with very rich life experiences, and there was nothing that he couldn't let go of.

  "Alas, it's all the same, whether I ascend to heaven or not. The Manchu are in power, and the Han people are treated like pigs and dogs. Since I can't change anything, being able to avoid them is also a good thing."

  Lu Feiqing was stunned for a while before he came around.

  "Lu Lao Ge, you've come to Tian Jie, but you're unfamiliar with the place. Why don't we head back for now and take things one step at a time?"

  Zhaō Jí proposed.

  "Whatever."

  Lu Feiqing hardly hesitated before agreeing.

  This time, it didn't take long to bring Lu Feiqing up. When leaving, passing through the pine forest, Zhao Ji still took a look and found no trace of Zixing, nor did he know where it had gone.

  When descending from Fei Feng Peak, Zhao was extremely relaxed. Now that his internal energy is sufficient and he has had several experiences going up and down, it's a familiar path for him.

  Lufei Qing was somewhat struggling, his age wasn't small, but his cultivation wasn't high either. Of course, this was due to the overall low level of martial arts in the world of Book and Sword Grudges.

  The cultivation of the three-layered peak in two days is just a third-rate warrior, and it's also the first time to go down such a steep mountain. Even with Lu Feiqing's firm will, he encountered several dangers during the process, and fortunately, Zhao Ji was helping him on the side, so he didn't really fall off.

  Back in Zengjiacun, Lu Feiqing saw the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, long grass and flying orioles, and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy, exclaiming: "What a great place! It's like a paradise on earth."

  "This is Zengjia Village. Currently, I live here, and there are several other flying immortals in the village as well, including one from the Wudang Sect. Perhaps you will have something to talk about."

  Zhao Ji smiled at Lu Feiqing and introduced himself.

  "Oh, there are quite a few flying immortals in the village, and also Wudang disciples, it's really great."

  Lu Feiqing showed a few points of interest.

  Escorted by Lu Feiqing all the way back home, Yuan Chengzhi came out to greet them. Seeing Lu Feiqing, he was slightly stunned for a moment before coming to his senses and asked Zhao Ji: "Zhao Ji, is this the new Flying Ascension person?"

  "It's him, Lu Feiqing of the Wudang Sect."

  Zhao nodded extremely and said loudly.

  "Someone from Wudang Sect has arrived, who is it?"

  Song Yuanqiao's voice had just faded away when his figure appeared in front of him.

  "You're a fellow from Wudang."

  Song Yuanchao looked at Lu Feiqing with a measuring gaze and asked.

  "Wudang Lu Feiqing has seen you, brother. Dare I ask, are you also a Wudang disciple?"

  Lu Feiqing asked tentatively.

  "Under the Songyuan Bridge in Xiawutang."

  Song Yuanqiao saluted with a somewhat strange posture, which should be a unique courtesy of Wudang.

  As soon as he said this, Lu Feiqing was shocked and could no longer maintain his calm expression. His eyes widened in surprise as he stared at Song Yuqiao again and again, hardly able to believe it: "You...you're really Song Yuqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

  "Nature is me, how can anyone else pretend to be me?"

  Song Yuanqiao's brow furrowed slightly, as if it was a matter of course.

  "If you are indeed Song Yuanqiao, then aren't you the Ancestor of Wudang? In that case, I should address you as Ancestral Patriarch."

  Lu Feiqing felt dazed and confused, as if he was dreaming.

  "Lu, this is Song Yuanqiao, a man from the early Ming dynasty. He's the great apprentice of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudangpai. If you count by generation, you should indeed call him 'ancestor'. However, since you both are now in the heavenly realm, your ages are actually similar. Who knows, you might even be older than him, so it's not necessarily true that you have to follow the generational order from the lower realm."

  Zhao Ji interjected at this point.

  As a fellow Wudang disciple, the person from three or four hundred years ago was face to face with people from later generations. This scene couldn't help but have a few points of eerie discordance, making Zhao Ji also unable to express what kind of feeling it was.

  "No way, how can we mess up the order of seniority."

  Lu Feiqing bowed deeply to Song Yuanqiao and sang loudly: "Disciple Lu Feiqing, paying respects to the ancestor."

  "Good, good, indeed a true Wudang disciple, knowing courtesy and abiding by the law. However, your kung fu is somewhat lacking, I'm afraid you didn't put in enough effort during your training."

  First nodded in satisfaction, then said with a hint of regret.

  "My disciple is stupid."

  Lü Fengqing's cultivation was not bad in the world of Book and Sword Grudges, but since Song Yuanqiao had said so, he couldn't help but admit it.

  At this time, Zhao Ji spoke again: "Song brother, you can't blame Lu brother for this. More than 300 years later, the entire martial arts world declined, Shaolin, Wudang, and even the disciples of various major sects, their cultivation was far inferior to before, Tian Hong Dashi is an example."