Xin Zhuo asked: "Do you know where those people went?"
The man pointed to the north of the city and said: "We are going to Xiaolu Mountain. I reckon it is on Xiaolu Mountain, but there is a martial arts sect called Wudang there. I don't know how the bandits and Wudang got together."
Wu-Tang?
Xin Zhuo frowned.
"Let me tell you..." The man continued to speak, but there was nothing in front of him. The man and the dog suddenly disappeared. He looked at both sides of the long street, and there was no one there. He suddenly felt horrified and shouted: "My mother, there is a ghost! "
…
In the north of Ping'an County, an official road goes straight forward. Looking up, you can see a mountain more than 300 feet high about fifty or sixty miles ahead. It is March in spring, everything is revived, the grass is growing and orioles are flying, and the scenery is not bad.
It's just that there are a lot of silk and soft things left on the road, as if they were left behind by bandits when they ran away, making them messy.
Xiao Huang suddenly stopped, smiled evilly, raised his head and said, "There's a scam!"
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Oh?"
Xiao Huang said: "They didn't leave in a hurry, and they didn't grab anything when they left. Why did they leave so much gold and silver silk and satin along the way? I suspect they lured us there."
"It's really lame!"
Xin Zhuo stretched out and said, "Just wait for me here. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Xiao Huang continued to smile evilly: "Why?"
"Don't laugh like that, you're so scared."
Xin Zhuo kicked it and then said: "You lured me there on purpose. If you have the ability, you can predict that I will come. There may only be a few of them. You will die easily if you go!"
He walked forward casually, not far from the mountain, but it was already nightfall at the foot of the mountain. There were torches on the mountain, the lights were bright, and there were faint voices, and it seemed to be very lively.
He walked up the stone steps step by step.
…
At the gate of the mountain, a stooped old woman looked silently at the bottom of the mountain. Her old face was full of wrinkles, and her gray hair was tied with a silver hairpin. She held the crutch in her hand tightly, and she looked a little expectant and nervous.
She had stayed like this for two whole hours.
"Uncle Master." A handsome girl in yellow clothes timidly approached from behind, "Master asked you to go back."
The old woman turned a deaf ear.
The girl gritted her teeth: "Master said that it is useless to look too much, and you may hurt your life if you are careful."
The old woman finally turned around, her face full of vicissitudes of life and emotion: "I want to see that person."
The girl asked curiously: "Which person?"
The old woman thought for a while, then laughed and said: "It's been a long time, right? Back then, the old woman was a hero who saved the beauty, and your master also knew him..."
"Who is he?" The girl was even more curious.
The old woman shook her head and hobbled toward the palace complex behind her with a cane. She saw the word "Wudang" written on the huge plaque on the mountain gate.
She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Where are those martial immortals?"
The girl's voice was lowered: "The master Sanfeng, the ancestor, is sitting in the Qiangu upstairs after his death."
The old woman quietly glanced at a tall building in the northwest corner, her expression much humbler.
At this moment, the high building was as dark as ink, and four figures were sitting in the darkness.
A thin young man asked: "Are you sure he will return to Dazhou?"
A bald old monk stroked his beard and said: "I'm far better at divination of heaven and earth than Tuowei Huang. As long as you are sure that he came east from the Land of Green Frost, he will definitely return to the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Another young man said in a gloomy voice: "We were pushed back two thousand miles by the spiritual root. We rushed back to Qingshuang to check if any of our disciples were alive. We happened to take a surprised look and found that he had indeed come eastward."
The old monk said: "Then you can't be wrong!"
The young man who spoke before said: "Even if he comes to Dazhou, how do you know that he will be fooled by such a crappy thing?"
The fourth old man who had been silent smiled and said: "He can! I have been with him day and night for several years and know his character. Not only does he know how, he also knows that someone is trying to kill him!"
"Then he still dares to come?"
"He dared! He even guessed that the person who did it was not very sure. Otherwise, he would not have planned a sneak attack here, but directly attacked. I guess he must have come to kill people and silence them to prevent the news of his coming here. It was revealed that he was besieged and killed by masters from all the major holy places! You know, he is a monster, he is like a god when he enters the realm, and if he takes action, he will be a middle-ranking, high-ranking saint, or even a semi-saint!"
"Boom..."
Suddenly a thunderbolt lit up in the sky, illuminating the tall buildings and four faces -
Si Ying, Chen Fang, Huang Taigai and Master Mingzhi!
But Si Ying and Chen Fang's expressions were particularly ugly.
"I really can't believe that he can directly transcend the five declines of heaven and man in forty years and reach the terrifying Yuanji Four Forests!"
Huang Taigai was extremely emotional and worried: "I am still in the fourth decline among the five degenerates of heaven and man. It may take a hundred years to get over it. It's really..."
What it really is, I can’t tell.
Master Mingzhi smiled and said: "You are a disciple of Confucianism, does he still dare to kill you?"
Then he looked at Si Ying and Chen Fang: "How sure are you two? I just need to spread the beans to make an army!"
Si Ying frowned slightly: "I don't know!"
The ant that could be easily crushed to death back then had grown to this point, something he never dared to imagine, and even felt unrealistic and ridiculous.
But he understood that if he couldn't kill Xin Zhuo this time, he would have to hide away when he saw Xin Zhuo in the future. He was not sure that he could enter the country faster than the evildoer.
Now his greatest certainty is that the monster only has the lowest source power that has not yet been integrated. He is two to one in the same realm, and he is seventy percent sure.
"Boom!"
At this time, the thunder and lightning lit up again, and the four people couldn't help but shrink their eyes and stood up together, because at some point, there was already a person standing in the courtyard in front of them. He looked like a young man, looking at this place, Xin Zhuo!
The situation of sudden sneak attack was gone.
"Boom——"
The old woman who had not gone far below also saw it. There was a hint of shock and reminiscence on her face, because that person was still the same as before, not looking old at all, like a clean kid next door.
"What a handsome young man." The girl in yellow clothes beside her stared straight-eyed.
"What young man? He's about the same age as your great-grandfather." The old woman spat, as if she had just come to her senses, and pulled the girl away in a hurry, "Hurry up!"
As soon as they crossed the cleared sect hall and ran three miles to the back of the mountain, two extremely heavy pressures came from above the gate of Wudang Mountain, making them almost breathless.
In a panic, he jumped down into the abyss of the mountain stream and landed on a rocky platform five hundred feet deep below. He stood with a large group of Wudang disciples and looked up.
"boom--"
The tall and majestic mountains and rivers above were cut off by traces of strange gauze-like breath, flying into the distance. Then the clouds rolled in the sky, and the entire mountain range shook violently, as if the sky was collapsing.
"boom--"
In the sky, three figures stood under the electric tongue of clouds. They were majestic and majestic, as thick as mountains and seas, and like the torrent of a river. They also had a sacred aura that could not be touched by ordinary people or blasphemed.
The terrifying pressure shook people hundreds of miles around and even farther away.
The girl said with difficulty: "Martial arts immortals are really terrifying. At their level, I'm afraid they can live forever, right?"
A group of brothers and sisters next to them nodded repeatedly: "If you can reach such a state in this life, you will have no regrets even if you die!"
The old woman from before and the tall old woman Ping looked at each other with shock on their faces. To be precise, they only looked at the young man!
The two of them have been wandering for a lifetime, and when they reach their twilight years, that person...has already entered the ranks of immortals?
"Buzz——"
At this moment, a celestial ruler and an iron chain suddenly appeared in the sky, spanning the sky, like a magical weapon, attracting thunder and lightning, moving the wind and clouds, and cheering the mountains and rivers.
On the other side, a sword fell from the sky. The blade was ten miles wide, and it was cut down by... the young man.
(End of chapter)
