Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Palace.
Song Yuanqiao, the chief disciple of the martial arts legend Zhang Zhenren, stood outside the main hall and looked down to the south.
The county town below is like an emerald surrounded by green trees and clear water, shining like a golden basin raising fish. Looking further north, you can see the majestic Longshou Mountain Peak, the deep valleys, and the steep peaks and strange rocks that are about to fly in the sky.
Whenever something important happens, Song Yuanqiao likes to stand here, recalling that the seven brothers and his master worked hard together to create everything in Wudang Mountain bit by bit.
The entire mountain gate is dotted with simple and elegant palaces of different styles from bottom to top, connected by 1,100 steps, with cigarette smoke lingering and bells and chimes gently chiming.
On the mountainside, newly planted pines and cypresses grow vigorously with thin branches and leaves; in the mountains, every time after a heavy rain, the torrent releases a thousand feet. Standing at the mouth of the stream and looking up, it feels like "the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky".
These were all built brick by brick by their senior brothers and their disciples, and some of the flowers, plants and trees were even planted by the master.
Wudang is already the leading sect in the world, and now it is also known as North Shaolin and South Wudang.
But he knew that any beauty in the forest would be destroyed by the wind. Now as the nominal head of the Wudang Sect, every decision he makes will put Wudang in a desperate situation.
Just like the fifth junior brother before him, if he had not committed suicide, it is unknown whether Wudang Mountain would exist today. It's a pity that Wuji's parents died at a young age. Since he went to Butterfly Valley for treatment, there has been no news at all.
Couldn't he be dead?
Then how can these brothers have the dignity to meet the fifth junior brother a hundred years later?
"Bah~" There was a clear crane cry, and an elegant and white crane flew into the hall.
Seeing Song Yuanqiao, Bai He was very proud. He raised his head and screamed at him, kicked the letter bucket on his paws to the ground, glanced at him sideways, then spread his wings and flew away.
Song Yuanqiao smiled helplessly, shook his head, and leaned forward to pick up the letter.
This White Crane originally belonged to the Emei Sect. In the past two years, several major sects have been discussing how to deal with Mingjiao matters. However, the major sects are so incompetent that one communication may take a month or two.
In the end, the Emei sect simply used some birds to deliver messages, such as golden birds, white cranes, homing pigeons and the like.
That day, the master was very quiet and thoughtful, and came out to give guidance to his disciples. As soon as he saw the white crane, he fell in love with it, and immediately sent a letter to the Emei Sect, wanting to buy some tame white cranes.
Wudang Sect, a big sect of Taoism, does not have Linghe, is this ridiculous?
The Emei faction over there responded quickly, saying that the white crane was tamed by junior sister Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhang Zhenren likes it, he will give it to him without any money.
When Zhang Sanfeng heard that it was the little girl he rescued in the Han River that year who was honoring him, he immediately felt comforted.
Later, the master heard from his sixth disciple Yin Liting that Xiao Zhiruo's swordsmanship was extremely high, no longer even inferior to that of the sixth disciple, so he specially sent someone to deliver several sword manuals that he personally annotated and compiled.
"Tai Chi Sword", "Thirteen Swords of Shenmen", "Finger Wrap Soft Sword Technique"
Obviously in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, he can recreate this swordsmanship at any time, but for such a spiritual crane, if he misses it, it will be gone!
What gives Song Yuanqiao a headache is that the Emei Sect doesn't know how to train these two pairs of cranes. They don't care if they can eat, but they are picky eaters! Even though he is a picky eater, he also loves to be clean, so he has to be served by several disciples.
The most important thing is that he has a bad temper. Unless the master takes action on his own, it will be extremely difficult for them to send a message. Without the Emei Sect's special spiritual enlightenment pill, it will be impossible to deal with it.
In this way, the master still felt that they were spiritual and liked them more and more. He even took the time to create two sets of martial arts for them, one for dodge and one for attack, to prevent them from being caught.
The master even found a specialized doctor to decipher the prescription for the Emei Sect's Qiling Pill, so that the spiritual crane could have free food in the future. It's a pity that this Emei sect's prescription contains a strange medicinal ingredient that I can't find.
Master was greatly disappointed.
Hearing from Emei people that this medicinal material was also created by Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Sanfeng sighed repeatedly.
"Okay, I didn't expect that the little girl I rescued by chance would meet such a fate. She really looks like that beautiful woman back then!"
Song Yuanqiao and the others could only remain silent.
Over the years, they have discovered that when the master is remembering an old friend, it is best not to interrupt. Otherwise, the master will definitely take the opportunity to beat them up in the name of teaching martial arts.
"Haha~" Thinking of these interesting past events, Song Yuanqiao laughed, shook his head, opened the letter, and his face gradually became serious.
In these years, the Red Scarf Army under the Mingjiao has become more and more powerful, and almost everyone from all over the world has become a member of the Red Scarf Army. The slogans of these Red Scarf Army are all good, and most of them are anti-Yuan.
However, as long as most of the Red Turban Army holds power, they will almost always follow the same old path: preying on the common people. Moreover, they are insatiably greedy, and they will target the major factions without any bottom line even if they do not offend others.
Robbery, murder, massacre of people, almost worse than Yuan soldiers.
Finally, under the call of Shaolin, all the sects decided to go to Guangmingding together to ask for an explanation.
But seeing everyone's decision together, Song Yuanqiao was very surprised, even incredible.
First: Since when have all the martial arts factions been so united?
You must know that everyone is stationed thousands of miles apart, and Guangmingding is in a bitter cold place outside the Great Wall. Just traveling there may take several months and half a year.
Second: According to his investigation, most of the forces of the Red Scarf Army are actually just in name, and they are not actually affiliated with the Mingjiao. What is the use of them going to settle accounts with the Mingjiao?
Holding the letter, Song Yuanqiao thought a lot, always feeling that there was some conspiracy in it.
It seems that there is a big hand controlling everything. Just like the fifth junior brother returned to the mountain gate before, people from the world gathered in Wudang to force the palace.
The most important role among them is: Shaolin!
Whenever he thinks of this sect, Song Yuanqiao feels very heavy in his heart. Shaolin has actually played a big role in the many martial arts catastrophes, but for hundreds of years, he has still been the leader of the righteous path.
Unfortunately, although he realized that something was wrong with the six major factions' siege on Guangmingding this time, he still had to go because it was Wudang who initiated this gathering.
If you don’t go, how will Wudang gain a foothold in the martial arts world in the future? The most important thing is the sixth junior brother. Every time he talks about Yang Xiao, his eyes are splitting with tears. He even threatens that even if Wudang doesn't go, he will go alone.
As a senior brother, how could he watch his sixth junior brother die? Let Master send a white-haired person to a black-haired person again?
"Hey!" Song Yuanqiao sighed and thought of his son again: Song Qingshu.
Qingshu's martial arts skills are outstanding among the younger generation of Wudang. Although he may not be as good as those of the older generation, he is still considered a master in the world. I might as well take him with me this time to practice.
As a father, he also has selfish motives. If he can let his son take charge of Wudang in the future, that would be great.
As for what Sixth Junior Brother said, Emei Zhou Zhiruo's swordsmanship was no longer inferior to his, he absolutely didn't believe it. Even the master who is like a god in the world should not be able to reach the current martial arts level of the sixth junior brother at the age of fourteen.
It must be an exaggeration.
My son Qingshu will definitely be a leader among the younger generation!
…
Emei Sect, Golden Summit.
"Hey~" Jin Bie flew by, and Miejie immediately summoned all his disciples.
Another four years have passed. Over the years, the disciples have been practicing their secret skills with all their strength, and each of them has made great progress, which makes her feel relieved.
Looking at the young apprentice at the corner, he was very proud of himself. This guy didn't understand the truth that if a young man doesn't work hard, he will be miserable.
The senior sisters, including herself, are working hard to practice. But the young apprentice thinks about making money every day by treating injuries of his senior sisters, selling birds and medicines to make money. Simply ignorant!
Feeling the vigorous internal force in his body, Mie Mie is very confident. He should be no worse than his young apprentice now.
Emei, she still has the final say!
"Master, what do you want from us?" Ding Minjun asked.
In the past few years, she had become obsessed with practicing Qigong and became stronger, and without even realizing it, she dared to speak loudly to her master.
Jiejie glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "After confirmation by Shaolin, Wudang and other leaders, our various factions will send elders and elite disciples to go to the Guangming Peak to ask for an explanation."
"Jinyi, you are the only one among us who has been to Guangmingding, and you will lead the way when the time comes. Can you first tell us what we need to prepare?"
Bei Jinyi stood up and said: "Report to Master, the Bright Summit is far away on the Kunlun Mountains in the extreme west. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. It is about four thousand miles away from our Emei.
We can go north from Chengdu, cross the Bayan Kara Mountains, pass through the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and meet the 'Kunlun Sect' in the southeast of the Kunlun Mountains.
During this period we have to pass through snow-capped mountains, swamps, grasslands and deserts before we can reach Guangmingding.
At our speed, we can cover about a hundred miles in a day by using fast horses and light kung fu. If we go in a good direction, we can reach it in just two months. "
Good guy!
Hearing this, the disciples immediately started whispering. This was impossible to do when the extermination was said to be the same. Obviously, the current disciples are very confident in their own strength.
Jue Mie glanced at the disciples coldly: "All expenses for this operation will be borne by the sect. Sign up 'voluntarily'. If you don't want to go, you don't have to go!"
After hearing this, the girls were instantly moved. Now that everyone's strength has greatly increased, they are naturally very confident in this action. Moreover, each of them had been in seclusion in Emei for such a long time, practicing and cultivating, and they just happened to be a little tired of it.
Isn't this just a business trip? Moreover, we are all sisters from the same school and can take care of each other. There is even a specialized doctor like Zhi Ruo, so we must go.
"Master, I'm going! For the sake of Emei, for my uncle, for my sister, and for the common people in the world, it is my duty to do so!" Ding Minjun said righteously.
"By the way, Junior Sister Zhiruo is going too." After saying that, Ding Minjun pulled Zhou Zhiruo along with him.
Zhiruo:......
"Yes, yes, yes, I also want to do it for the common people in the world." The other senior sisters said quickly.
Three women are two hundred ducks. Now that the ducks have gained strength one by one, it will soon feel like the entire hall will be overturned.
"Hmph!" Miejie snorted coldly.
The scene fell silent, after all, Master Yuwei was still there.
"The foundation of our Emei sect is still the scriptures of the Sutra Pavilion, so someone must stay behind. Jingxuan!"
"exist!"
"From today on, my Emei Mountain will be closed for repairs. You will lead your disciples to guard and protect my Emei Classics. If necessary, you can cut off the suspension bridges on the front and back mountains and wait for my return."
"Yes!" Jingxuan was a little regretful.
With the physical training provided by her junior sister, she is now almost six feet tall and has several thousand kilograms of strength. She has greatly improved her strength, but she has no chance to go out to fight.
It would be great if an enemy took advantage of Master to go out and attack the mountain.
"Disciples, listen to the order!" Miejie shouted, high-spirited.
"yes!"
"Go back and pack your things. Early tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we'll set off!"
"yes!"
…
On the second day, on the mountain road, Miejie and a dozen disciples each carried a simple package, held a sword, and walked lightly.
Everyone has been practicing internal strength for decades and has already reached a state where the cold and heat are not invading. Therefore, even if you go to a bitterly cold place outside the Great Wall, you don't need to bring too many clothes. At most, you can bring a few sets of changes of underwear.
If your coat is dusty or dirty, just wash it and mend it. Children of the world don't need to worry about it that much.
Of course, you have to bring some toiletries and toiletries. Otherwise, when the six major sects meet, their image will be poor. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for the Emei Sect?
Jiejie glanced at the disciples. Each of his stomates was tightly closed, his eyes were deep and filled with inner energy. This was a sign of successful skills, and he was very satisfied.
She, Emei, is no weaker than others!
When he saw his little apprentice, Juie frowned. His small body was actually carrying a bamboo basket that was almost as tall as a person.
"Zhiruo, why do you bring so many things?"
Zhiruo said weakly: "Most of them are filled with various elixirs and food, which can't be contained in one package. Mainly because my Lele is too edible.
And Lele is also very lazy, so this bamboo basket is just right for him to sleep on. "
Juie was furious. This little yellow cat was simply too hateful. Wasn't this just exploiting her precious apprentice? Her extinct disciple is not someone who can be exploited by just anyone!
"Zhiruo, it's just right. My package is not big, so you can help me carry it." With that said, Jue Jue put her package into the huge bamboo basket of her little apprentice.
"Oh, I see you are holding the sword in your left hand, so you may be unsteady when walking. It just so happens that your right hand can help me hold the Yitian Sword."
Zhou Zhiruo:......
I'm just a kid under eighteen years old!
"Set off!"
"Let's go!"
Everyone is very excited and looking forward to it. Snow mountains, grasslands, and deserts. What will it look like?
Zhiruo Pianzui also followed. Of course, with her strength, this thing was as light as a feather to her. Even if she was unhappy, no one cared about her.
"Whoosh~" The little yellow cat jumped on her shoulder.
"Meow!"
How shameless, you didn’t wait for me when we went out to play!
"Woo, Lele, I'm so miserable. Look, I have to carry so many things." The girl cried, looking very pitiful.
When the little yellow cat saw it, he was furious. Who dared to treat his shit shovel like this?
With that said, Miao Le jumped directly into the bamboo basket. Don't worry, there are too many things to sleep more comfortably.
Zhiruo:......
So, love disappears, right?
