All the way up the stairs, Zhao Changhe looked at the scenery of Wushan with great interest.
It's just the right time to change from winter to spring, coupled with the change of geography, from the majestic Kunlun to the land of beautiful mountains and rivers, the ice and snow are gone, the grass and trees are green, the humidity after the spring rain is everywhere, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it is like traveling through a new secret realm.
Very interesting experience.
It's a pity that the ink in my stomach is sometimes dry. Occasionally, I can come up with some wonderful sentences, but whenever I am in a scene that should be poetic, I can only remember a few famous sentences that are not suitable for the situation.
For example, once there was no water in the sea, but there was no cloud except Wushan. This is Master Xue. Is this poem appropriate? Or to say, Wushan is high, Wushan is low, Xiaoxiao doesn’t come home in the dusk rain, and he keeps time alone in an empty house.
Leader Xue will beat someone after hearing this. Who will guard the empty room alone?
Having said that, it seems that the entire Blood God Sect is not interested in women, only bloodthirsty and murderous... what a stupid sect.
In fact, the Blood God Sect is in Wushan, and not many people know about it, otherwise it might have been wiped out long ago. Zhao Changhe only found out about it after asking Wan Dongliu of the Four Symbol Sect. On the surface, there is only one cottage on Wushan Mountain. The Xiaoju gang takes over the mountain and robs families and homes. The sect relies on an underground secret place in the mountain to operate in secret, which is very similar to the template of Beimang.
At the moment when Maitreya is disrupting the south, Daxia officials really have no time to pay attention to this mountain king.
But what's better than Beimang is that this village is not one village. It spreads from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The villages of various sizes are actually deep and have some fortifications...
"Stop, what are you doing!"
Looking all the way to the entrance of the village, a group of gangsters surrounded him unbearably and stared at him nervously: "This is not a place for sightseeing... We have tolerated you for a long time..."
Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud: "Why do you have to endure it?"
Someone murmured for a moment and whispered: "Are you... Zhao Changhe?"
At this moment, Zhao Changhe's dragon bird is stored in the ring, missing a classic logo, but there is another classic scar on his face that he has finally not wiped off. He comes to worship the mountain as Zhao Changhe openly and honestly, which cannot be given to Wang Daozhong.
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "Why don't you dare to admit it? Is it because you don't have a knife?"
"Nowadays, people who imitate Zhao Changhe all wear a broad sword. How can there be a real Zhao Changhe who doesn't carry a sword? I tell you no!" Someone complained to his companions: "I am being raped by someone who doesn't know whether he is Zhao Changhe or not." No one dares to stop me when I get to the gate of the village, if I tell you, I will be laughed at!"
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "So if Zhao Changhe is really coming, won't you stop him?"
The gangsters all said: "Nonsense, Boss Zhao is a member of our holy sect. If he really comes, he should go home."
The god walked out... Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Aren't you still chasing him? Why did he just go home..."
"The fatwa is sitting there and no one mentions it. Who takes it seriously?" The gangsters said cautiously: "Are you saying, please don't pretend to be here. We have asked Beimang to My brother has come out to identify someone, don’t run away!”
While he was talking, a person hurriedly ran into the village: "I heard that there is someone who looks like our master? Ouch, you are here, the master. I miss you brothers so much!"
Zhao Changhe looked up and smiled even wider. It was Brother Beimang who asked Xuanwu to write a letter of introduction a few days ago. Sure enough, Xue Canghai pinched his nose and arranged for them to be the little leader. For example, this sixth son was assigned to be the little leader of the lowest mountain village?
The Sixth Son stood out from the crowd and quickly rushed to Zhao Changhe for a hug. He turned around and held his head high: "Who is blind enough to say no? If we are not the head of the family, could it be your father?"
people
This is not your copycat. Who is in charge?
But except for the slander, no one dared to show it. On the contrary, everyone had a look of admiration on their faces, and they all bent down and saluted: "It's really Boss Zhao..."
"I've met Brother Zhao!"
"Hello, Boss Zhao!"
"Boss Zhao, you are our god!"
"Hello, Boss Zhao. Sit inside and let us inform the leader? By the way, take Boss Zhao for a walk?"
"..." Zhao Changhe was really dumbfounded when he saw this scene where he was so happy to see his idol. Why don't you wear a wedding dress?
He could think that if he went to the Blood God Sect to formally come to worship the mountain, he would not be regarded as a traitor and would be beaten and killed. After all, with his current strength and relationship network, Leader Xue must treat it with caution. Not long ago, he and the Saint of Four Elephants joined hands to kill the poisonous spider Tian Lingzi, and the Book of Troubled Times was announced to everyone in the world. It can be said that he stretched his head out for Leader Xue to chop him, and even if he had the guts to do it, he would not dare to chop him.
But I never thought that I would be treated as one of my own by the members of the Blood God Sect, or that I would look like someone with a foreign face... As a result of this attitude, did I betray the Blood God Sect, or did I return to my hometown after completing my career?
If I had known this, I wouldn't have wasted Sanniang's favor by stuffing people into it.
"Go, go, of course I will take you around, Master, what do you want?" Liuzi glared at Zhao Changhe with his hands on his hips and then smiled apologetically: "Master, Wushan is very beautiful and has many scenic spots. I will take you to visit?"
Zhao Changhe then smiled: "Are we familiar?"
"It's not bad, green forest routines are the same everywhere. Teacher Sun is in a good position here, and he can also take care of everyone." Liu Zi led the way: "The weather here is so good, brothers don't know where we are. What are you doing in the ice and snow in Beimang?"
Zhao Changhe declined a group of licking dogs who were eager to try, and followed Liuzi into the village: "Mr. Sun didn't wear small shoes?
"It is said that things were not going well for a period of time, and some people in the church were being squeezed out. Although the leader has spoken, teaching with all one's heart is a matter of merit and demerit. The teaching of doctrine is not the responsibility of the teacher, so don't make things difficult... said That’s what I say, but it’s inevitable that I’m also distant.”
"Well, it's normal to be alienated. I'm also afraid that the Blood God Cult is vicious. If they really punish Lao Sun indiscriminately, then our relationship will be different..."
Liuzi smiled and said: "How can you not, let alone punishment, even the exclusion and alienation gradually disappeared. Many people's attitudes improved without knowing it, and some people quietly went to ask Sun Jianxi for advice. , I heard that even the guardian elder secretly went to seek advice. He is much more advanced in practice than Sun Jiaoxi... This is why Sun Jiaoxi was treated as a reclusive old man selling wontons."
Zhao Changhe laughed: "Everyone's story is about selling wontons, isn't there anyone who sweeps the floor?" Liuzi: "Huh?"
"Uh, it's okay, you continue."
"Then the leader actually looked highly upon Sun Jiaoxi in his heart, and granted permission to study many core secrets, and it is said that he was also allowed to comprehend the sacred objects. As a result, Sun Jiaoxi's practice has also improved this year, and he has broken through the sixth level of the profound entrance. Now he is not a legendary A mere disciple under Elder Gong has been promoted to be the guardian of the holy religion, and now no one dares to say anything to exclude him.
Zhao Changhe sighed deeply when he heard this.
It’s not like any of the elders in the Blood God Religion who teach and train under Lao Sun’s level... Lao Sun is not only responsible, but his basic skills are really solid. I used to think it was a routine, and he has been in the world for so long. I found that the vast majority of Jianghu people are really average in this aspect and don’t pay much attention to it.
In fact, what Teacher Sun lacks is good training and advancement. If he really had the resources to cultivate him, why would he be in his thirties and only have the fourth level of the entrance hall?
There are actually a lot of geniuses in the world, but a lot of them are buried. This happens no matter which force, and more often than not, they may not even have the opportunity to become a disciple to obtain the skills.
The two of them were talking as they walked up the mountain. Someone had already gone up first to inform the church.
Over there, Xue Canghai was talking to the Maitreya Cult envoy. The guards outside were looking around, winking and saying nothing. Xue Canghai stood up and walked over speechlessly, waving his hand and giving him a slap: "Who taught you how to act like a rat?"
The guard felt terribly wronged, held his cheek and lowered his voice: "Zhao Changhe pays homage to the mountain."
Xue Canghai thumped, knowing that he had hit the wrong person. The guard was definitely well-intentioned and smart, but it was really difficult to deal with the Maitreya Cult messenger who heard him.
What's more, Zhao Changhe has the habit of killing envoys from other families in front of his master. He did it twice in front of the Wang family and in the Batu army. The victim in one of them was the Maitreya sect.
Xue Canghai's thoughts turned and he turned around and smiled at the envoy: "I have some important personal matters to deal with. The envoy can go back and rest first, and you and I will talk about it later."
After speaking, he winked at the guards, indicating that the envoy must not be allowed to go out to see Zhao Changhe, and then hurriedly left the meeting hall and quickly went down the mountain.
Only halfway down, he lowered his head and saw loud cheers in the village below. A group of Blood God cultists surrounded Zhao Changhe, as if they were seeing an idol visiting. Then Zhao Changhe waved his hands with a smile, looking like "brothers, thank you for your hard work."
Several people who had just come from Beimang surrounded him, talking and laughing all the way up the mountain. They passed by different villages and gathered their younger brothers all the way. Look at the crowds, you are the leader of the Blood God Sect. Am I the leader?
This is where you come to show off your power, right? Xue Canghai gritted his teeth in anger.
Just as he was thinking about Zhao Changhe's true intention and attitude in coming here, another figure hurriedly flew over from the top of the mountain on the other side, and arrived in front of Zhao Changhe in less than a moment.
Zhao Changhe stopped.
As countless gangsters in the village looked up eagerly, Zhao Changhe knelt down on one knee and made a big salute: "I am very happy to see you, my teacher, in good health and successful in your practice."
The continuous mountain village was silent. Even Teacher Sun, who came to see his apprentice, never thought that he would receive such a gift. He was so stupid that he even forgot to help him up.
The last time I blocked you on the Gujian Lake Road, you weren't so polite.
Xue Canghai, who was watching from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief... According to this performance, at least he was not looking for trouble.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Zhao Changhe looking up at the top of the mountain where Xue Canghai was standing, as if he already knew where he was. Xue Canghai's heart clicked again... Such five senses were at least at the door of the secret.
Zhao Changhe stood up and spoke calmly, his voice reaching the distant mountains: "Master Xue is here well... Non-staff gangster Zhao Changhe, pay your respects to the mountain.
Some people died, but not completely...
