"River Map": "Thirty-six hundred miles down the north of Kunlun Mountain, there are eight mysterious secluded capitals, two hundred thousand miles across, four pillars underground, one hundred thousand miles wide, three thousand six hundred axes on the ground, and the canine teeth holding each other up." .
The Emei disciples didn't see anything like Youdu, they only knew that in this vast Kunlun, it was really a waste of time.
Originally, according to the plan, Miejie and his disciples would go to a village every night and then find an inn or restaurant to rest. If there was none, they could also stay in a village.
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But when I entered Kunlun, I realized that it was too desolate, and it might have been deserted for hundreds of miles.
Not to mention a place to live, even food is not easy to find. Fortunately, the Emei faction brought Xiaopeng with them, and they often caught bison and wild sheep, so they could give them extra meals from time to time. Otherwise, there would have been non-combat attrition.
With the last ray of sunset, night falls in the Kunlun Mountains, the wind is still blowing, and occasionally there are a few unknown animal sounds in the distance, which always makes people feel uncomfortable.
In addition to being on duty outside, most of the Emei disciples had already retreated into their tents early. Two or three people shared a quilt, and they could also join a group to keep warm. It was too cold outside.
This tent was also bought in the last city where I had a hard time finding it. Because there are often heavy rains and hail in the wild here. Without a tent, they would not be able to rest at night.
"Huhuhu~" The strong wind howled.
Zhou Zhiruo was on guard tonight, sitting by the fire, warming Lele up and adding firewood to it.
Lele seems to be a little afraid of the cold. Ever since she went to Kunlun Mountain, she has slept in her arms most of the time. She is no longer as lively as she was in Mount Emei.
As for adding firewood. In the wild, it is said that this fire can drive away wild animals. But for some reason, their team didn't seem to see a single beast except those captured by Xiaopeng.
Zhang Wuji came over and asked with concern: "Sister Zhiruo, long time no see. How are you doing in Emei?"
Zhou Zhiruo raised his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Brother Zhang, my Emei and Wudang have always had a good relationship, so the disciples are all friends of the same generation, so you can call me Junior Sister Zhou.
In addition, you already have a wife. Late at night, you come over to talk to me. How do you want your wife to deal with herself? "
Zhang Wuji was stunned and quickly explained: "A Zhu is not my wife!"
"Haha~" Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said nothing.
Sure enough, Lele was right. Men are just like children. They treat women like toys and they like to play with things they have never played with before.
Seeing that the girl didn't believe it, Zhang Wuji was a little anxious: "Junior sister Zhiruo, it's true, my promise to marry Ah Zhu was just a temporary measure."
"A gentleman's words are hard to follow. No matter what the situation is, since you have agreed to marry her, don't say anything about what is expedient or inappropriate. You are Miss A Zhu's only relative now. I see that she also loves you very much, so just You can't even do anything to feel sorry for her.
Brother Zhang, respect yourself! "Zhi Ruo said coldly.
Zhang Wuji:......
Ah Zhu was very affectionate towards him? Just like punching and kicking!
"Okay, Zhang Wuji, I just went out to relieve myself for a while, and you came out to hook up with other women!" Ah Zhu rushed out and twisted Zhang Wuji's ears and cursed.
"Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Zhang Wuji didn't practice any hard skills, so he screamed in pain.
"Quickly, come back with me. I tell you, as long as I'm here, I won't allow you to talk to any vixen!" Ah Zhu twisted his sweetheart's ears and dragged her into the tent.
Zhou Zhiruo smiled.
"Meow~" The little yellow cat jumped on the shovel's shoulder and stuck out its little tongue.
"Suck~" He licked the pink earlobe, then his big eyes widened, he hugged the girl's white neck with his two claws, and looked at Zhang Wuji provocatively.
How about it? Isn’t my shit shovel beautiful? It smells delicious and has nothing to do with you!
Zhang Wuji was very envious, but was still dragged away by Ah Zhu.
Looking at sister Zhiruo's delicate and pink face, the young man just wanted to shout.
Let that girl go!
"Hehe, Lele, don't make trouble, it's so itchy!" Zhiruo quickly picked up the little yellow cat in his arms, his face blushing as brightly as a flower.
She has learned the virtues of women under the guidance of Senior Sister Jingxuan since she was a child, but now there are outsiders.
Zhang Wuji's eyes gradually straightened, and then he was blindfolded by a pair of hands.
"Pah~" Ah Zhu slapped him angrily and cursed: "Still looking!"
She is the granddaughter of Yin Tianzheng, the king of the Ming sect, the White-browed Eagle King. Her mother died in depression because her father, King Yin Ye, took a concubine, so she has made up her mind since she was a child to keep a close eye on her sweetheart.
Zhang Wuji covered his face that was red from being beaten, feeling helpless. Although he defeated ten spiders with his martial arts, he has a weak character and cannot attack girls at all.
too difficult!
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On a big tree far away from the Emei station, the Green-winged Bat King 'Wei Yixiao' was observing intently. When he saw a woman wearing the costume of an Emei disciple coming in and out, he frowned.
A month ago, they received news from Mingjiao that six sects gathered to besiege Guangmingding. They originally thought someone was playing a joke on them.
After all, who would have thought that these six major sects would be so idle, and each of them would travel thousands of miles to fight them outside the Great Wall.
Although Yang Xiao, the acting leader of the Ming Cult, sent his disciples out to find out the news and even summoned branches from all over the country to come back for reinforcements, he still didn't take it seriously.
But what he saw today made him believe it.
Mingjiao has reached the point of life and death!
After watching for a long time, Wei Yixiao was ready to teach them a lesson, letting them know that this was the territory of the Ming Cult, not a place where they could just come and go.
After a while.
"Zhizhi~zhizhizhi~" A strange and gloomy voice echoed around the Emei station.
"Who!" Zhiruo warned loudly.
After a while, all the disciples and Miejie came out. Dark clouds covered the moon. At this time, it was impossible to see the situation in the distance, but the sound seemed to come from all directions.
"What's going on?" Miejie said in a deep voice.
Zhiruo's little ears twitched and said: "Master, there is a Qinggong master who has been making strange noises around our camp."
Miejie pondered for a moment, then remembered that there was a Dharma King in the Ming Cult who was extremely skilled in lightness: "It may be Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King. He may want to attack the camp, everyone, be careful!"
"yes!"
After giving instructions to his disciples, Miejie simply sat on the stone and meditated with the Heavenly Sword in hand. Although he closed his eyes, he kept paying attention to his surroundings.
After Wei Yixiao made a fuss in the camp for a while, he stared at the white and tender necks of the Emei disciples, licked his lips, and salivated, but did not do anything. He just found a big tree and fell asleep.
Nowadays, none of the Emei people dare to take a rest, and they are preparing for the attack. However, once they are full of energy, they will be exhausted again. The early morning is when they are most sleepy. When he kills a few Emei disciples in a sneak attack, it will seriously affect the morale of the Emei sect.
This goes on and on, and in less than half a month, the Emei Sect may collapse.
This is the ability of a top Qinggong master!
But don't mention it, this Emei Internal Skill is really unique. Those disciples are really more agile than the others, and they can even smell the fragrance of blood that makes his heart beat from a mile away.
Due to a training accident, he had to absorb human blood from time to time to relieve the coldness in his body. And over the years, his taste for blood has become even more unique.
The disciples of Emei are all top-notch! There’s even a gem!
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In the early morning, Kunlun Snow Mountain is still sleeping, with cold stars twinkling in the blue-black sky.
Jingxu came to the fire, Zhiruo was holding the little yellow cat and watching the surroundings carefully, while Lele was sleeping soundly with his tongue hanging out.
Jingxu saw it funny. After so many years, this kitten has not grown up at all, but it has become the heart treasure of the Emei disciples.
It is extremely cute, and it can repel mosquitoes and tame animals. They even suspected that it was a mythical beast that Samantabhadra sat down to protect them in Emei.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed the cat's soft belly. The little yellow cat's small body subconsciously curled up into a ball, but its eyes had not yet opened. It was obvious that he was sleeping soundly.
Jingxu smiled and said: "Zhiruo, go back and rest, let me watch over you."
Zhou Zhiruo nodded: "Senior sister, be careful, the person coming here is not weak in qinggong, he can just restrain you."
Jingxu said proudly: "No problem, no matter how high your Qing Gong is, it can't hurt me!"
After hearing this, Zhiruo went back with confidence.
Senior Sister Jingxu is a disciple who has been ordained and has been practicing Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu since she was a child. Originally, because she was a woman, she was unable to do it until she reached the sixth level. Although he looks tall and powerful, his strength is not much stronger than those of the masters of horizontal training.
However, since Zhiruo passed down the "Yi Jin Bone Strengthening Chapter" and the unknown physical training method, coupled with the long-term use of Bu Yuan Dan, Senior Sister Jingxu's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has advanced rapidly, and now it has reached the unprecedented twelfth level. Layer, three thousand kilograms of huge strength!
With such power, no matter how good the Qinggong is, the person coming here should not pose any threat to her.
From the top of the tree two miles away, Wei Yixiao looked at the camp. As he expected, after one night, all the Emei disciples were exhausted.
When I saw that the person keeping vigil turned out to be a tall woman, I felt secretly happy.
He's big and has a lot of blood, so I can just replenish him.
Thinking in his mind, Wei Yixiao covered his body with the bat suit, turning it into a cloth bag, and then threw himself directly towards the camp.
"Plop~" the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Jingxu was immediately alarmed, drew his sword and walked over there. Several other senior sisters, including Miexie, also surrounded him.
As a master of horizontal training, Jingxu did his duty, stepped forward, and gently moved the bag with his sword. Because she was afraid that there was a fellow disciple inside, otherwise according to her character, she would just go over with a sword.
Suddenly, the bag opened, and inside was a man with sharp cheeks and a sharp mouth, and his face was gray and bloodless.
"Hehe~" laughed, and Wei Yixiao moved in front of Jingxu and hugged her waist.
The two of them remained motionless.
"Huh?" he said in surprise.
Wei Yixiao felt like he was hugging a big mountain.
"I caught you." Jingxu pinched the person's arm directly with her big hand, a cruel smile on her face, and slowly applied force.
"Kacha~"
"Damn it~" Wei Yixiao screamed, and immediately struck the man's chest with a powerful palm. It was his famous secret skill: Ice Palm!
"Bang~" After the palm fell, the woman didn't even take a step back, and even said with a evil smile: "Didn't you eat? Try harder!"
Wei Yixiao:? ? ?
There is something wrong with Emei!
Seeing the senior sister being surrounded, other disciples also came over with swords drawn.
The situation was critical, Wei Yixiao no longer hesitated, pulled out the blade from his waist and cut off his arm directly: "Goodbye!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples saw the man in the green-striped robe already several feet away, running at full speed. The speed of the human movement was really unbelievable. In an instant, he was already dozens of steps away, and it was impossible for them to catch up.
Miejie snorted coldly, held the Yitian Sword in his hand, changed his shape in a few steps, and chased after him.
Feeling the strong wind behind him, Wei Yixiao was startled. He thought that his Qinggong was unparalleled in the world, but he didn't expect that this old nun was not inferior to him, and could even take the lead.
In his current state, if he were to catch up, he would definitely not be able to deal with the sharpness of the Yitian Sword.
Gritting his teeth, Wei Yixiao blocked the blood from his severed arm and spurted out: "Old nun, look at the poison!"
After a pause, Mie Mie raised his hand and struck out the blood with a palm phoenix. It fell to the ground with a squeaking sound. It was obvious that there was quite a lot of poison on it.
When she looked up again, the enemy had disappeared into the forest.
Ding Minjun and other disciples then chased after him: "Master, who is this monster?"
Master Miejie frowned and said: "This person has unparalleled Qing Gong. If he is not inferior to me, he must be one of the four kings of the Demon Sect, the 'Green Wing King'. In terms of Qing Gong, I am afraid that only Zhi Ruo of our Emei Sect can defeat him." Count the chips.
By the way, what about Zhiruo? "
"I'm checking up on Junior Sister Jingxu's health," Ding Minjun explained.
"Hmph, he's lucky!" said Mie Qi.
When everyone turned around, they saw Zhi Ruozheng carefully checking Jingxu's pulse.
The height difference between the two was more than a foot, but when Jingxu faced Junior Sister Zhiruo, he was not as tough as Wei Yixiao at all, and smiled very honestly.
"Senior Sister Jingxu, although your muscles and meridians are strong, you still suffered some internal injuries and need to take good care of yourself." Zhiruo said with concern, his voice was very soft.
"Thank you, Junior Sister." The big man Jingxu sat in front of Junior Sister Zhiruo, leaning against her.
The scene is very harmonious.
Zhang Wuji, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded from the beginning to the end. The Qinggong of the Ming Cult man had exceeded his imagination, but he didn't expect that he had to cut off his arm to survive against an Emei disciple.
What's even more exaggerated is that the head of Emei has such a light skill that even the god-like master Zhang Zhenren can't catch up with that person, right?
After careful calculation, Zhang Wuji, who thought he was a master of martial arts, was a little frustrated to find that out of the three people currently being attacked by the Emei sect, namely Miejie, Ding Minjun and Jingxu, he was only sure of one person.
Is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with the Emei sect?
"The demon sect demon has noticed us. Please keep your sword close to your body for the rest of the journey. Don't slack off! Your life is in your own hands!" Miejie returned to the camp and ordered loudly.
"yes!"
"Martial Nephew Wuji, please try not to stay away from us for the rest of the journey. These people from the Demon Cult are full of tricks and tricks, and they might appear out of nowhere." Miejie looked at Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji quickly agreed: "Yes!"
Facing the equally tall Ming Dynasty, and remembering how Jingxu had just used his hands to crush the bones of the Mingjiao Dharma King with a smile on his face, he couldn't stand up at all.
"Bah~" An ethereal crane roar sounded.
Miejie raised his head with a smile on his face: "That's the spirit crane from Wudang Mountain. Let's go meet them and eliminate demons and protect the way!"
"yes!"
"Mr. Zhang, let's go." Jingxu walked up to Zhang Wuji. She was tall and the light dimmed.
Zhang Wuji twitched his lips: "Okay!"
Although he is the son of the Five Heroes of Wudang, he is also the grandson of the White-browed Eagle King, the four great Dharma kings of the Ming Cult. He was also treated by a famous doctor of the Ming Cult when he was suffering from cold poison when he was a child.
Regarding the battle between the Righteous Sect and the Ming Cult, I was very worried as I saw countless casualties.
How can we turn hostility into friendship?
Looking at the murderous Master Miejie in front of him, his expression became even more bitter.
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