Hu Long flew out of the entrance to the treasure like a gust of wind. He saw his nineteen soldiers forming a half-moon-shaped fortification with iron boxes filled with treasures. One group of soldiers was loading bullets quickly, and another group was loading bullets quickly. The soldier placed his musket on the iron box and aimed outward. The acrid gun smoke was still in the air.
Three corpses were dumped outside the iron box. They were all dressed in black uniforms. The weapons that fell beside them were also standard three-foot long swords.
Behind some rocks and trees farther away, there were some people in the same clothes looking around, with angry looks on their faces, but they were afraid of the power of the muskets and did not dare to show up.
"What's going on?" Hu Long asked in a deep voice.
There were two senior officers among the nineteen warriors, and one of them replied: "Reporting to the Hall Master, thirty or forty men in black just broke in from outside. We have already shouted a warning, but they are still approaching and flashing their lights. Seeing that the other party obviously had bad intentions, we shot first, wounding two people and killing three people."
Hu Long felt a little scared. Due to the limitations of his craftsmanship, although the muskets used by his soldiers are still front-loading muskets, they are all equipped with flintlock bolts and fixed paper shells. The range, accuracy and stability are all improved. Much improved.
According to the gunshots heard underground, these nineteen muskets should have been fired in two rounds, but only three intruders were shot dead. This shows that the opponents' skills are quite strong.
He thought for a moment and ordered his men to hold their positions and not show their heads. He jumped out from the iron box and walked towards those people.
After only walking a few steps, he suddenly felt light footsteps catching up behind him quickly. When he turned around to look, Cheng Lingsu, who came out a step later, was following behind.
"Director Hu, I will accompany you to find out the truth about these people."
Hu Long knew that if this little girl used all her tricks, even he would have to stay away, so he didn't have to worry about her safety. He nodded with a smile and walked thirty steps forward side by side with her.
He clasped his fists towards the opposite side and said: "I am a poor Taoist named Hu Long. My Taoist name is 'Taipu'. I don't know which way my friends are heroes. I dare you to show up and meet me!"
The leader of those people was very alert. When he saw the two of them standing in front, he would be wary of those who had muskets in the distance if they wanted to shoot. In addition, he was extremely confident in his martial arts, so he seriously took the shot from a tree. He stepped out from behind the big tree and stood opposite Hu Long.
Hu Yuan saw that the person who appeared was also a Taoist monk. He looked to be in his sixties, with gray beard and hair, a face as old as the moon, a long sword on his back, and his Taoist robe facing the wind. He looked like a Taoist.
Noticing the Taoist priest's robes and the style of the long sword on his back, he frowned slightly, raised his head and asked, "Is this senior a master of the Wudang sect? I don't know how to call him?"
The old Taoist priest smiled coldly, stood with his hands behind his back and replied solemnly: "I am Feng Daode, my Taoist name is 'Qingjingzi'!"
Hu Long frowned even more tightly, feeling that today's affairs were quite tricky.
Speaking of Feng Daode, the pure man in front of us, we must mention a public case in the martial arts world decades ago. Before the death of Zen Master Xingyin, the abbot of Southern Shaolin, it was passed down to Zen Master Zhishan, who ranked second among the five major disciples.
This move made his eldest disciple, who was the leader in martial arts and age, dissatisfied. Later, he took his junior disciple who was always close to him and broke out, abandoned Buddhism and became a Taoist disciple and joined the Wudang sect.
It is said that although the Southern Shaolin and Wudang sects are not close friends, they are both major martial arts sects, and they always maintain a superficial and polite relationship with each other.
The strange thing is that not only did Master Yunhe, the leader of the Wudang Sect at that time, violate the rules of the martial arts and shelter the two Shaolin traitors; but Zen Master Zhishan, who took over the Southern Shaolin, never mentioned this matter, and did not talk about hunting down the traitors. Even a letter to hold Wudang accountable has never been written.
The top disciple who defected from Southern Shaolin in the past is now the most powerful and martial arts elder in the Wudang Sect. His reputation is far superior to that of the current leader Wu Qingzi, the Taoist Baimei; and the one who defected after him His younger brother was Feng Daode standing in front of Hu Long.
Whether it was the strength and potential influence of the Wudang Sect, or the martial arts skills of Taoist Baimei that qualified him to compete for the title of No. 1 in the world, it was enough to make Hu Long wary.
However, vigilance does not mean fear, it just means that the means of handling must be more careful. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but his face remained calm and he said with a smile: "It turns out that it is Master Qingjing who is in front of me, and I am disrespectful. It's just that Master is not in Wudang Qing." Xiu, what are you doing here in this barren mountain?"
Feng Daode snorted coldly: "Junior, don't pretend to be confused. Whatever you are here to do, I am here to do. For the things in those boxes, I have to come to this mountain once every spring and summer, spending countless efforts.
"If you know the truth and hand over everything, I may be merciful and let you have a way out. Otherwise... Hey, don't think that you can rely on the power of firearms. The number of you and me is nearly twice that, so I may not hesitate to do it at any cost. A forceful attack or a time-consuming siege will always keep you all here!"
Hu Long calmly shook his head and said with a smile: "The real Taoist name is 'Purity' but he has not given up his pursuit of profit. It is called 'Morality' but it only makes false threats. It makes people laugh. You are numerous and powerful, but I have sharp firearms. If we all give it a try, at best we will lose both sides. If the real person sincerely wants to stop fighting, I have a suggestion."
When Feng Daode heard that he was actually making fun of his own name, his eyes grew cold and his tone became extremely cold: "How are you doing?"
Hu Yuan clenched his hands and raised them in front of him, and said casually: "In the final analysis, we people in the world still have the right to defecate with our fists. I have heard the name of Master Qingjing for a long time, and today I want to ask the master for advice in person. By the way, the outcome between you and me will be used as a guide It's a big gamble, and the prize is the twenty-four boxes. What does the unknown master think?"
A strange look flashed in Feng Daode's eyes. He quietly made a few gestures with his hands behind his back, and he laughed loudly and said: "Since you, a junior, are so courageous, I will help you. Come on." !”
Hu Long raised his head and glanced at the sky in the distance, with an inexplicable smile on his face. He clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry!"
"Wait a minute!"
Just as he was about to take action, Cheng Lingsu on the side suddenly shouted, stepped forward and dusted off the dust on Hu Long's sleeves when he was hunting for treasure, and asked seemingly casually,
"Director Hu, do you still have the things I gave you with you?"
Hu Long was startled for a moment, and his eyes fell on her hands that were dusting him. The smile on his face immediately became thicker. He reached into his arms and took out the small white silk sac, and said with a smile: "Miss Cheng The gift I sent you will naturally not leave me for a moment."
Cheng Lingsu also had a smile on his face and whispered: "That's good, Taoist priest, please be careful."
Feng Daode looked at the two young men and women in front of him talking, but he was not in a hurry to urge him. Instead, he sneered: "If you young couple have anything to say, you might as well say a few more words. I'm afraid we won't have the chance to say it again in the future!"
Cheng Lingsu's cheeks turned red when he heard this, and he stamped his feet and said angrily: "Taoist Master Hu, this bully is not a good person, please help me beat him!"
After saying that, I remembered that Hu Long in front of me was also a Taoist priest, but that "ox nose" sound was like pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. I couldn't help but become more embarrassed, and I quickly twisted my slender waist and stepped away a few feet.
Hu Long didn't show any hesitation, he went straight forward and struck Feng Daode directly in front of him with his palm, carrying a ball of strong wind.
