After coming out of the Chaos Forbidden Zone, Feng Rui wandered aimlessly. On the same day, he came to the Hanshui River and suddenly heard a shout of killing in the distance.??

Feng Rui looked up at the sound and saw a bearded man holding a little boy in his arms, avoiding the pursuit of the Mongolian soldiers.

"Is it him?"

There are hundreds or thousands of planes that merge into the Zongwu plane, including the Heavenly Reflexive Plane.

Feng Rui's immortal consciousness was placed outside the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, and silently read the other party's memories. He found that the bearded man was indeed Chang Yuchun.

"Shoot the arrow!"

When the Mongolian soldiers saw that Chang Yuchun had excellent martial arts skills, they had killed more than ten of them, they ordered arrows to be fired.

Seeing this situation, Chang Yuchun's face changed slightly, and he could only leapt onto the boat parked by the river with his child in his arms. This was their only way to live now.

Seeing this, the Mongolian soldiers behind him shot even harder, and the arrow feathers were covered with all over the sky and shot at the ship.

Originally, Chang Yuchun's martial arts skills were not impossible to avoid, but because he wanted to protect the little boy, Chang Yuchun had to use his own body to cover him, and in a blink of an eye he was hit by several arrows.

Chang Yuchun was also a tough guy, and he didn't say anything after being hit by several arrows. Unfortunately, despite his careful protection, the child in his arms died.

In addition, even the boatman suffered an unpredictable disaster. He was killed by the arrow feathers shot out by the Meng soldiers, and fell on the board and left blood all over the ground.

"Stop the Tartars, don't be able to hurt others!"

I saw an old Taoist in the white robe pulling a sick little boy with big sleeves flying towards me.

The old Taoist martial arts are superb and his internal strength is unfathomable. Dozens of Mongolian soldiers were knocked down by him in a blink of an eye.

This old Taoist is no one else, but Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng is upright, gentle and calm, and has a fairy-like appearance. He understands his nature and is no better martial arts genius than his predecessor.

After dealing with all the Mongolian soldiers, Zhang Sanfeng slowly turned around and bowed to the young man standing by the river with his hands behind his back, wearing a golden dragon emperor robe.

"I don't know if my friend is..."

"Little friend?"

Feng Rui couldn't help but be happy when he heard this. Although he seemed to be young, he had not been practicing for thousands of years, but also for thousands of years.

Zhang Sanfeng is only over 100 years old and actually calls him a friend. No wonder Feng Rui laughs inexplicably.

"Dad..."

A little girl suddenly walked out of the boat not far away and rushed onto the boatman and cried heartbrokenly.

Chang Yuchun looked full of blame when he saw this. If he hadn't been to the boatman, he would not have harmed the boatman, but he would have no choice but to be resurrected by death.

Feng Rui's figure flashed and appeared on the boat instantly, looking at the little girl.

"May I have your name?"

"My surname is Zhou and my name is Zhou Zhiruo"

"Where do you live in your home? Do you have any relatives at home?"

"I live on the boat with my dad, and there is no one else...."

Feng Rui sighed softly, and couldn't help feeling pity. He waved his hand gently and a white light penetrated into the boatman's body.

The wound on the boatman's body recovered as before with a visible degree of naked eyes, and gradually recovered from his anger. After a moment, he opened his eyes.

With Feng Rui's current cultivation level, it is naturally easy to save a mortal.

Not to mention that the boatman's soul is still there, even if his soul is scattered, Feng Rui can break time and space and pull back his soul from the long river of time and space.

"Where is this? I'm not caught in an arrow..."

"Dad..."

This scene made everyone stunned. The boatman actually came back to life. This was simply an immortal method!

Even Zhang Sanfeng is the case. Zhang Sanfeng understands that he has met a real master, and he is most likely a legendary cultivator.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly felt a sudden heart. The other party even came back to life, so he would definitely be able to treat Wuji.

"I have no idea about Mount Tai, and I hope the immortal will forgive me and beg the immortal to save my disciple..."

"I can cure this cold poison, but I calculated that he has another Dharma fate. Once I take action, it will change his destiny. Are you sure I need to treat me?"

"Please take action!"

"Well!"

It is naturally easy for Feng Rui to drive away the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, but once he takes action, it will definitely change Zhang Wuji's fate. It is hard to say whether Zhang Wuji can learn the Nine Yang Divine Arts in the future, and it is hard to say whether he will become the leader of the Ming Cult.

But it didn't matter to Feng Rui. He waved his hand gently and a fairy light penetrated into Zhang Wuji's body, clearing away the cold poison in his body.

Feng Rui's eyes swept to Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng's qualifications may not be the best, but his understanding is definitely rare in the world. Isn't it a pity that such a person wasted his time in the mortal world?

"Each encounter is fate. This is a volume of Yin and Yang Taoist Sutra, and I will send it to you!"

"Thank you, Immortal."

The Yin-Yang Taoist Sutra sent by Feng Rui to Zhang Sanfeng was not a method of cultivation, but just a volume of ordinary Taoist sutras.

However, I believe that with Zhang Sanfeng's understanding, he should be able to understand his own cultivation methods, even various immortal arts and Taoisms from the Taoist scriptures.

The Yin-Yang Taoist Sutra is not written by Feng Rui. Its author is the Taiqing Saint, who explains the Taiqing Saint's understanding of Tao.

Although the Yin-Yang Taoist Sutra is not a method of cultivation, it is more precious than any method. In the prehistoric world, there are countless monks who have broken their heads and fought for it, but now they are sent to Zhang Sanfeng so easily by Feng Rui.

Then Feng Rui glanced at Zhou Zhiruo. Zhou Zhiruo had very good qualifications and was considered top even in the entire cultivation world.

Feng Rui pondered for a moment, then bounced his fingers and a white light penetrated into Zhou Zhiruo's sea of ​​consciousness. Feng Rui taught her the Qianguang Cankun sword technique. As for whether she could achieve success in learning, it depends on her own opportunity.

Qianguang Cankun Sword Technique is a sword technique created by Feng Rui. As his cultivation level continues to improve, Feng Rui later modified it several times, which can be regarded as a top immortal-level martial art.

It may not be anything in the heavens and all realms, but in this comprehensive martial arts plane, Feng Rui is confident that Qianguang Cankun swordsmanship will definitely not be worse than any cultivation method!

"See you next day!"

Feng Rui did not stay in place for too long. After doing all this, he teleported away directly.

Whether it was teaching Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist scriptures or teaching Zhou Zhiruo's sword skills, it was just Feng Rui's intentions, and he never thought of accepting Zhang Sanfeng or Zhou Zhiruo as his disciples.

"Immortal..."

Chang Yuchun suddenly woke up, but unfortunately it was too late, and Feng Rui had teleported away.

Chang Yuchun couldn't help but smile bitterly. He originally wanted to speak and ask the immortals to use immortal techniques so that the young master could be resurrected.

Unfortunately, he was too shocked just now. When he woke up, the immortal had already left. It was true that he was still alive...

"Wuji, let's go!"
Chapter completed!