Chapter 61: The Celestial Immortal Flying Over the Sky

  A middle-aged man nodded slightly to Zhang Jun and said, "I am Liu Ziguo. You are Zhang Jun, Xiaoyan's friend, right? Thank you for taking the trouble to come all this way because of my illness."

  Zhang Jundao said: "Liu Shu doesn't need to be polite, Xian sister is very concerned about your body, her affairs are my affairs." Then he led several people into the room where Huabuyi was.

  A few people took the elevator to the ninth floor of the hotel. Zhang Jun opened the door and invited Liu Ziguang and others into the room.

  Hua Buqi was reading the newspaper in the living room, his daily life was very regular and he never wasted time, which had always impressed Zhang Jun. Since he could move his blood and energy, he understood that a master's blood and energy changed with the rising and falling of the sun, adjusting to spring, summer, autumn and winter, so as to harmonize with nature and live to be a hundred years old.

  Huabu Yi did a great job in this regard. He naturally adjusted the changes of Qi and blood by doing different things in a day, making them conform to the natural world, truly achieving the state of being in a state of meditation in daily life, and putting his skills into practice in everyday life.

  Seeing Zhang Jun bring people in, he nodded slightly and said, "Sit down."

  The two guards were used to seeing big shots, even national leaders had to shake hands with the commander warmly when they met. But this person was too arrogant and didn't even bother to stand up. However, as guards, although their faces were not happy, they could only endure silently.

  Liu Ziguang didn't take offense at this, and politely said: "Mr. Hua, I've long heard of your great name, and it's an honor for me, Liu Ziguang, to meet you today."

  Huabo's voice was soft and gentle: "You're welcome." Then he took his pulse again and asked about his condition.

  When he lifted Liu Ziguang's shirt and saw the wound on his back, his face changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled down his clothes and said coldly: "You can go, I won't treat this injury."

  "How dare you! You're playing tricks on our leader!" A guard angrily rebuked Hua Buqi.

  Although Zhang Jun was strange, he stood firmly on Huabu Yi's side. Even if the other party was someone Lin Xian knew, he glared at the guard and said, "The master hasn't spoken, you don't have a share in speaking."

  The guard wanted to say something else, but Liu Ziguo waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Both of you get out!"

  Two guards immediately exited the room and stood guard outside the door.

  Liu Ziguang gazed at Hua Buqi, sighed and said: "Mr. Hua is indeed sharp-eyed, you must have seen it. That's right, this injury was left at that time. However, there is a misunderstanding here, I Liu Ziguang am absolutely not a traitor."

  Zhang Jun was bewildered and perked up his ears to listen on one side.

  Huabu was unmoved, saying: "Many heroes and heroes died overnight, but they didn't die in vain. They left indelible scars on the traitors with special blows."

  Liu Ziguang's expression was agitated: "Mr. Hua, at that time I was just a small fry and wasn't taken seriously by the big shots. How could they have left their mark on me? This wound was actually left by a great traitor who used us as experimental subjects to study that special technique."

  Hua Bu Yi's face remained icy, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. As the master who held Dan, his anger stirred, and the entire room seemed to have a chill. The young woman beside him changed color slightly, watching Hua Bu Yi warily.

  A moment later, he withdrew his murderous intent and let out a sigh, saying: "Everything is just an illusion after all."

  Liu Ziguang said: "Mr. Yangling was in a high position at that time, and he was respected by many people. His passing made countless people clench their fists and sigh."

  Hu Bu-yi waved his hand: "Don't say any more, let me take another look at the wound."

  Liu Ziguang then cooperated very well and recounted the situation when he was injured according to his memory. Hua Bu Yi looked at him for a moment, saying: "That person's imitation technique is pure and flawless, almost to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing. I was just deceived earlier."

  Liu Ziguang nodded: "He was known as the 'King of Killing' back then, and his methods of killing people were unparalleled in the world."

  "It's really him." Huabu Yi's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak again, focusing on treating Liu Ziguang's injury. About half an hour later, Liu Ziguang felt a sudden relief throughout his body, and the pain that had tormented him for many years disappeared instantly. He was extremely grateful and bowed deeply to Huabu Yi.

  "Go ahead."

  Liu Ziguang bowed and said in a low voice: "Mr. Hua, if there's anything else, just let me know, goodbye!"

  Liu Ziguang and a group of people walked out of the room and into the elevator, where young woman Liu Ling finally couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what were you all talking about? I didn't understand a word."

  "It's better if you don't understand." Liu Ziguo's expression was stern. "Remember, not a single word can be told to outsiders!"

  Liu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Yes."

  In the room, Zhang Jun was equally curious. Before he could ask, Hua Bu Yi said: "Are you wondering what's going on?"

  He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Master, what exactly happened that year? It seems to be related to Tai Shifu as well."

  Huabo clothing was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Your Taishifu Yang Ling, was at that time secretly harmed by someone, this is the door of blood feud, you can not forget." Paused, "These things you temporarily do not ask more, when you are in charge of Shen Nongmen, I will tell you everything."

  Zhang Jun could only suppress his curiosity and stop asking questions.

  Liu Ziguang returned to the military district's courtyard, Lin Xian called and asked about the situation with treating the illness. He smiled: "Xiao Xian, today thanks to you, Uncle's illness has been cured. Please give my regards to your father, it's been several years since we last met, when there's an opportunity let's all get together."

  Lin Xian was overjoyed and said: "Great, he didn't disappoint me after all."

  Liu Ziguang curiously asked: "Xiao Xian, is he your boyfriend? Hehe, you're not young anymore, it's time for you to have a boyfriend."

  Lin Xian let out a sigh and said, "Uncle, my family doesn't agree with us being together. For the sake of the family's interests, they want me to marry into the Xu family. Now I only have two years left, after two years, I'll have to marry someone I don't like."

  Liu Ziguang's tone sank, saying: "Xiao Yan, don't worry, Uncle will take charge of this matter. If Lin Hui dares to force you to marry him, I'll cut ties with him completely."

  Lin Xian was overjoyed and said: "Uncle, thank you so much!"

  The next day, Zhang Jun accompanied his master to have breakfast and then went alone to Bailong Temple to see Sutu Xing.

  The White Dragon Temple is located on the top of Mount Bai Long in the western suburbs of Kyoto. Unlike other temples with thriving incense, it has few visitors due to its remote location and rugged mountain roads. As a result, the temple is usually quiet and deserted, except for occasional visits from local villagers who come to burn incense.

  Zhang Jun walked for more than two hours before he saw the White Dragon Temple. However, since practicing Qigong, his physical strength had increased greatly, and at this time, he was not even breathing heavily, with no sweat on his body.

  The gate of Baiding Temple was wide open and he walked in directly. A young monk who was sweeping the yard saw Zhang Jun coming in and asked, "Is it Master Zhang?"

  "Is that so, young master? Is Mr. Situ in?"

  The little monk pointed behind him: "Mr. Sito is waiting for you in the backyard Zen room."

  Zhang Jun thanked him and went straight to the backyard, where he saw a simple thatched hut built there, surrounded by several trees that had shed their leaves. He walked up to the hut and knocked on the door: "Senior, I'm here."

  The door was pushed open and Sit Sing walked out. Without saying a word, he picked up a withered branch from the ground and started setting up a frame.

  Zhang Jun knew that the other party was practicing sword moves, and he quickly concentrated his mind and used his insight to observe the subtleties. He saw that his left leg was slightly arched in front, his right leg was behind, and his two feet were about 30 centimeters apart. His right hand held a withered branch, his arm was slightly curved, and he slowly stabbed forward.

  If someone who doesn't understand martial arts sees it, they can't see the door at all. Zhang Jun is different, he observes the trajectory of Situ Xing's blood and gas circulation, looking for the subtlety.

  He drew out a sword and said faintly, "Practice slowly, call me when you're skilled." After that, he went back into the grass house.

  He nodded and began to practice. The sword just now was actually not difficult, he practiced for half a small progress, and then said: "Senior, I've already practiced it."

  Situ Xing checked one trick and then set up another sword move.

  In this way, he transmitted a sword move every half hour or so, and before they knew it, the day had passed. In the meantime, Little Monk sent over two meals, which the two of them ate hastily.

  That night, Zhang Jun stayed at the White Dragon Temple and spent the evening pondering the 24 sword moves he had learned that day, feeling that he had indeed mastered them. At the same time, he still felt a bit strange in his heart - were these simple sword moves really the powerful Heavenly Flying Immortal?

  The next day, Situ Xing continued to teach twenty-five sword moves. So far, Zhang Jun had learned forty-nine sword moves and was able to master each one of them.

  At night, after teaching the 49 sword styles, Situ Xing finally spoke up: "Tian Wai Fei Xian is to combine these 49 sword styles into one sword. One sword comes out, and ghosts and gods are shocked. You practice it yourself."

  After finishing speaking, Situ Xing went to rest, leaving Zhang Jun alone outside in a daze. Forty-nine styles combined into one sword? Don't joke!

  He could tell that this matter was probably more than a dozen times harder than learning Zhen Wu Mother Fist at first!

  So he spent the whole night thinking hard, but unfortunately made no progress. When the sun rose, a group of foraging sparrows perched on the branches, chirping loudly and making a lot of noise.

  Zhang Jun was worried, picked up a stone and threw it over, startling a flock of sparrows into flight. The countless images of the flying sparrows overlapped in mid-air, forming a chaotic aerial scene, which suddenly inspired him.

  "Each sword style has a different flow of energy and movement, how can they be combined? This is unlike the True Wu Mother Fist, where each move has its own independent form and meaning, whereas the latter only emphasizes the meaning without seeking the form, naturally forming the True Wu Furnace that integrates the strengths of various schools."

  "Heavenly Immortal, Heavenly Immortal! What does it mean after all? The immortal is not of the mortal world, this sword must be elusive and unpredictable."

  He kept thinking and didn't even notice when Situ Xing walked out of the room. The latter also ignored him, went straight out the door, and it was unclear what he was going to do.

  At noon, when Situ Xing returned, Zhang Jun Dao said: "Senior, please perform a move of the Celestial Flying Immortal."

  Situ Xingdao said: "The celestial fairy outside of heaven is in one's heart, not in the moves." After finishing speaking, he entered the thatched cottage again.

  Zhang Junyi was stunned, he racked his brains for an entire morning, just when he thought he had a bit of an idea, it was immediately shot down by the other side.

  "It's in the heart, not in the moves." He pondered over these words, his face filled with confusion.

  It's been three days, and Zhang Jun feels embarrassed, isn't this a waste of Master Sutu's time? But just then, those sparrows appeared again, still chirping loudly.

  Different from this, there are also three or five kinds of birds whose names cannot be called out, mixed with the sparrows.

  Zhang Jun stared blankly at a flock of noisy birds, and suddenly threw out another stone. Instantly, the birds took flight, this time even more spectacular.

  He was suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something, and his face showed crazy joy, muttering: "It's settled! If you tie two birds together to fly, they must not be able to fly, but one of the birds can learn the flying skills of the other bird!"

  "What is meant by combining the 49 sword styles into one is actually referring to adapting to the enemy's moves at will, and flexibly using the ways of dealing with the enemy from within the 49 sword styles. Isn't this 'in the heart, not in the moves'? In an instant, he had a clear understanding in his mind, and stood there with a silly smile."

  Hearing the laughter, Sit Sing walked out and asked: "Understood?"

  Zhang Jun nodded: "Thank you, senior."

  "No need to thank me, it's your own good understanding." said Situ Xing, "Actually the simplest moves are often the most powerful ones, you should practice Tian Wai Fei Xian in simplicity."

  Zhang Jun asked: "Senior, how many sword moves does it take for you to perform the Heavenly Flying Immortal?"

  "There is no sword style." said Situ Xing.

  Zhang Jun felt deeply admiring and thought that Situ Xing was more and more lofty and profound, unfathomable.