It's cold in the North, and as the end of the year approaches, snowflakes are falling.
It snowed heavily all night, and early in the morning, the sky finally cleared up.
Zhiruo opens the big tent, oh! The mountains, rivers, trees, and houses all changed their appearance, as if they were wearing white cotton-padded jackets made by Miss Winter.
The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and even the pine and cypress trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.
The snow on the ground is about a foot thick. If you go out cautiously, your little feet will make a "creak" sound when you step on it, as if playing a cheerful piece of music.
"Sisters, come out and play quickly~" Zhiruo shouted into the tent.
After a while, the Emei disciples came out one by one from the tent.
It's too cold here in the north. Originally, there were several of them in one tent, but it was cold last night. Plus, they were all girls. Although they could use their strength to keep out the cold, they couldn't hold the little yellow cat to keep them warm and soft.
Then they entered Zhiruo's tent one by one, all at the same time.
The end of the year is approaching, and everyone is eager to go back to celebrate the New Year and get up early in the morning. One by one, they left the tent and performed their duties, packing up, washing, and taking care of hygiene. After breakfast, they set off on their way.
The remaining little yellow cat in the tent was lying on its back in the middle, its big blue eyes staring blankly at the top of the tent.
Women are terrible!
Half a quarter of an hour later, Miejie slowly stepped out of his tent.
The disciples have already started to have a snowball fight. They are all martial arts practitioners. The snowballs are naturally fast and fast, and some can even turn.
The exterminator, who always had a cold face, stared at him for a moment, then walked aside to wash up.
The breeze blew and rolled up a layer of snow from the ground, like layers of fine silver sand. At first it was in pieces, and then it gathered together like white lotus flowers, falling silently on everyone's clothes and hats. on the eyelashes and hair.
Zhiruo's delicate face was full of gentleness and delicate aura, but she fought one against thirty, making the senior sisters run away with their heads in their hands.
When the little yellow cat came out, the little yellow ball quickly climbed along the girl's feet to the shoulder of the shovel.
Zhiruo shook his body, and pieces of white and crystal "feathers" fell from his body, flying from the air like petals.
"Cough, cough, cough~" Several coughs came from far away, which was very strange in this ice and snow.
Ding Minjun and others quickly put their hands on the hilt of their swords and looked around cautiously.
"Bah, bah~" Zhiruo's face froze and he looked at the little yellow cat on his shoulder. Sure enough, he was chewing something again.
After a moment, a pair of dark eyes stared at the big round blue eyes.
Miao Le's mouth stopped unconsciously, and his eyes were sincere.
Shit shovelers, believe it or not, we cats are just like those sheep, we can take out the food in our stomachs and continue chewing it!
It is said that this can save food.
Zhiruo gave him a blank look, her brows moving, showing a hint of flattery.
I believe you!
"Ahem~" Following a cough, an old woman with a hunched back and white hair came over.
The old woman was holding a white wooden crutch and was wearing a cloth. She seemed to be an old woman from a poor family. She walked a few steps and coughed a few times, which seemed to be extremely hard.
Zhiruo noticed that the rosary held by the mother-in-law in her left hand was shining with golden light. When she looked closely, she saw that every bead in the rosary was actually a plum blossom made of gold. ….
How much is this worth?
Ding Minjun stepped forward and said coldly: "Grandma Jinhua?"
This is their temporary residence, and the snow is so heavy, but this old woman comes specifically to them, so she must be coming with bad intentions.
Moreover, Emei had met this master before, and she herself suffered a loss from this old guy, so she was naturally frightened.
Grandma Jinhua didn't care. She was defeated by less than one enemy.
"Let me ask you, when you went to Guangmingding, did you see a girl named Xiao Zhao?"
Ding Minjun smiled and said: "So what if I have seen it, so what if I haven't seen it, why should I tell you?"
Grandma Jinhua raised her head and glanced at her. Is this something she needs to clean up? However, I was startled when I noticed the extinction that was watching indifferently from a distance.
At that time, this extermination was just because of the power of weapons, which was better than her, but now, looking at her, her face is kind and her divine light is restrained.
Is this a huge loss of skill, or has his cultivation level reached an incredible level?
Or is it just pretending?
Just try and you will find out!
"Why, that little girl with the broken metal back then was not taught enough and her temper has not changed yet?"
Ding Minjun smiled even more happily. As a girl from Sichuan, her character was extremely aggressive. She had been taught a lesson before, but now that she has practiced kung fu, she naturally wants to regain her reputation.
Now this is not her bullying the old man, it was him who provoked him first.
"Your temper hasn't changed, won't you know if you try again?" Ding Minjun said, unsheathing his sword.
Granny Jinhua stared at the tip of the long sword in her hand. Suddenly, she raised her crutch and pointed at the sword.
Ding Minjun's sword trembled and stabbed towards her shoulder. Grandma Jinhua coughed and raised her staff to sweep across. Ding Minjun followed the sword and swam behind his opponent like lightning. His steps were undecided and the sword move came first.
Granny Jinhua did not turn around, but turned her crutch upside down and hit her sword blade with her backhand.
Ding Minjun knew that this crutch was very powerful, and she couldn't resist it with the sword in her hand, but she was young, had good physical strength, and had sufficient internal strength to endure!
Then the figure was like a willow blowing in the wind, swaying around Granny Jinhua, the sword light was flowing, and the words were unclear. For a moment, it was like a breeze blowing a bell, and the sound of the sword was crisp and clear. Then the wind blew loudly, and the sharp sword made a swishing sound as it cut through the air.
Granny Jinhua is actually the purple-shirted Dragon King of Mingjiao. She is purple, white, gold and green. She ranked first among the four kings of Mingjiao at that time, and her martial arts skills are naturally top-notch in the world.
But at this moment, her brows were furrowed. She really couldn't figure out how Ding Minjun could turn around with such speed.
Are her meridians made of iron?
After a hundred moves, although neither of them could defeat the other, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Granny Jinhua was coughing more and more violently and she was obviously exhausted.
If Senior Sister Ding had a sword of decent quality, she might have won at this moment.
The corners of Jue's lips raised. She was so angry back then that she, a woman, took over the Emei Sect in a hurry. No one knew how much pressure she was under. All kinds of things happened to her instantly.
No money, no experts, and the covetousness of enemies outside.
She had no choice but to kill, a lot of them, and with Master Zhang's words, Emei gradually recovered.
Therefore, she has always been polite and courteous to Wudang, and even betrothed her most proud disciple, Ji Xiaofu, to Yin Liting. ….
Unfortunately……
Now that these disciples can finally support Emei's reputation, she can finally relax, which is great.
It seems that she is quite good at teaching her disciples!
The battle continued. After one hundred and fifty moves, Granny Jinhua was old and frail, and the cold poison in her body was finally unable to withstand such a rapid attack and defense.
"Ahem~" He coughed, his breath stopped, and the crutches slowed down by half a centimeter.
Ding Minjun's eyes lit up, he stretched out his sword and placed it on her neck.
Grandma Jinhua thought a lot about the thin line between life and death.
She once had great fame in the Ming Cult. She was the adopted daughter of Yang Dingtian, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, with superb martial arts skills and countless admirers.
On the top of the bright sky, beside the clear water pool, the purple shirt is like a flower, the long sword beats the snow, the temper is like ice, and the pride is as cold as plum blossoms.
On the last thought, he fell in love with someone he shouldn't love and left Mingjiao. As a result, the lover died of cold poison.
Now that he even died in the hands of a junior, things are really unpredictable.
Thinking of the humiliation, Ding Minjun turned his sword.
"Pa~"
He actually slapped the golden flower granny in the face with the sword blade.
What’s surprising is that with such strength, there is no trace on this mother-in-law’s face. Is there any practice in this world?
Shameless skills?
Covering her face, with blood at the corner of her mouth, Granny Jinhua looked at Ding Minjun and said bitterly: "If you lose, you lose. You can kill or cut me into pieces as you please!"
Ding Minjun stood with his sword in his hand and was in a good mood: "Grandma Jinhua spared my life back then and made me look bad. Now it's just the law of heaven and I'm not happy with the retribution."
Granny Jinhua was stunned, remembering that over the years, because she blamed Hu Qingniu of the Ming Cult for not curing her husband, she poisoned countless Jianghu people and sent them to Butterfly Valley for treatment.
Relying on his superior martial arts skills to bully the weak.
Although her husband died because others were unwilling to treat him, is it right for him to retaliate against ordinary people like this?
Taking another look at the arrogant and triumphant Ding Minjun, Granny Jinhua shook her head, turned around slowly, and left in a hurry.
"Ahem~"
It’s great to be young!
Ding Minjun's smile faltered, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He felt that he was bullying the young and an old woman.
"Everyone pack up, pack up, get ready to go home!" Extinction shouted.
"Okay!" A junior sister shouted.
Ding Minjun walked up to Miejie and said, "Master, I..."
"Good fight!" Miejie praised, then turned back to the tent to pack his things.
Ding Minjun was overjoyed. This was the first time in a long time that his master praised him.
If you can praise yourself today, will you give up the position of leader to her tomorrow?
Great!
…
A month later, Wu-Tang Clan.
Song Yuanqiao and others returned after a long journey. As soon as they arrived at the Jiejian Monument at the foot of the mountain, they were immediately shocked.
Under the "Jiejian Monument", which originally symbolized Wudang's mighty power in the world, there were corpses everywhere, and Wudang disciples were cleaning up, looking sad and angry.
"What happened? Where is the master?" Song Yuanqiao rushed forward, grabbed a disciple and asked.
When the disciple saw Song Yuanqiao, it was as if he saw the backbone, and he quickly said: "Uncle, I don't know what happened. A few days ago, a monk came from the mountain covered in blood. He came to pay homage to the mountain, and then the master came out to meet him.…
Not long after, a ball of fireworks suddenly rose from the mountain, and then Yuan soldiers attacked the mountain! "
Song Yuanqiao was anxious: "What happened next!"
"Later, later." The disciple thought of something and looked horrified: "The disciples were fighting to the death with the Yuan soldiers, but the Yuan soldiers all had armors and spears, and they were outnumbered. Soon we lost many people.
Then the master rushed down with his sword, sword raised and lowered, sword raised and lowered, and he fought in and out of the Yuan soldiers' camp, killing dozens of people back and forth.
Blood flowed from the top of the main hall to the foot of the mountain, and the entire Wudang Mountain was dyed red. It took us several days of cleaning to get to the bottom of the mountain. "
Song Yuanqiao became even more anxious: "What about Master?"
"In the end, the Yuan soldiers killed several of the generals who commanded them, and the martial arts masters who followed them couldn't withstand any of the master's moves, so they were immediately defeated and retreated.
The master then stopped and asked us to clean up nicely while he went back to the mountain to raise birds. "The disciple's eyes widened and he was afraid.
They never knew that their master, who had always been an immortal, had such a side, he was simply a murderer in the world.
Song Yuanqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Master is Master, ox!
After hearing the news that their master was fine, the group of people felt much relieved. When they went up the mountain, they looked at the broken walls and ruins around them and even had time to discuss which sword technique the master was using at that time.
After arguing for a long time and looking at each other, we finally came to the conclusion that the master seemed to be just chopping flat, like killing chickens.
Since then, there have been several white cranes in Wudang. The master spends more time out of the country writing letters, and his skill seems to have become higher again.
Who is it that Master is communicating with? Everyone is curious.
After reaching the master's level, can one's martial arts go further? Then in the end, can he be comparable to the legendary immortals and control the sky with nothingness?
In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng was standing in front of the main hall, holding his hands behind his hands and looking at the horizon.
Song Yuanqiao brought a few
A junior brother paid homage: "Master."
Zhang Sanfeng, who had white hair and a childish face, nodded: "I'm back." Then he saw that all the apprentices were intact, and he was very satisfied.
"Did you encounter any setbacks along the way?"
Song Yuanqiao began to explain various things these days. When he mentioned Zhou Zhiruo's unfathomable martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up.
"In the end, Master Wuji became the acting leader of the Ming Cult and led the disciples of the Ming Cult and members of the four sects to hide in the tunnel..."
After the eldest disciple finished explaining, Zhang Sanfeng looked to the north, waved his hands, thought for a while, and sighed: "Everyone has his own destiny, let him go."
"Master, what happened to the Yuan soldiers attacking the mountain?" Song Yuanqiao asked.
Zhang Sanfeng's old face turned red and he was a little embarrassed: "I haven't taken action for decades, so I was unprepared. How could I have known that the Shaolin monk who came to ask for help turned out to be Yuan Bing secretly, and I was caught off guard and received his palm.
The man thought he could seriously injure me, so he sent off the signal and sent troops to attack the mountain. "
"Master, are you okay?" Song Yuanqiao was anxious.
You must know that the master is already over a hundred years old. How can he be cured if he is attacked by someone at such a young age?
Zhang Sanfeng felt a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "I have been chatting with a certain friend over the years, and I have made a little progress in martial arts, but my health is fine.
It was because I had hurt so many people this time that I felt a little uneasy.
Yuanqiao, take people behind you to perform a water and land ceremony for them, cremate the remains, and chant sutras to save the souls of the dead.
I am so old, weak and timid, so let them not come to me. If they want to, let them come to you. "
Song Yuanqiao:......
After explaining everything and having his eldest disciple back, Zhang Sanfeng was fine and relieved.
"Then you guys are busy, I'm going to see if my Dabai is hungry or thin."
Seeing the master leaving quickly, Song Yuanqiao and his junior brothers looked at each other, feeling helpless.
Are these direct disciples worse than a bird?
They have no love!
….
My little carp
