After a stick of incense.
After Cao Zhengchun and Shangguan Jinhong left, Zhu Wuwu suddenly raised his hand and angrily punched the tree next to him, which was already as thick as an adult man's waist.
The moment his fist landed on the tree trunk, the force contained in Zhu Yi's punch instantly penetrated the entire tree trunk, and then the participating energy took advantage of the force and knocked down nearly half a foot of trees behind him to the ground.
In the midst of the flying dust, Zhu Wuwu's face turned frighteningly livid.
In these years, although Zhu Wuwu joined the Qinglong Club, Zhu Wuwu always felt that no one else knew about his private behavior.
But now, after learning that Cao Zhengchun was actually the seventh dragon leader of the Blue Dragon Society, Zhu Wuwu realized that every move he made in these years was under the control of the Blue Dragon Society.
Even the Qinglong Society knows that he himself has been recruiting warriors through the No. 1 Village in the World for him to absorb skills.
This situation not only made Zhu Wuwu feel like he was being played with.
However, compared to the anger that was gradually rising in his heart, Zhu Mingwang felt more faint fear in his heart at this time.
Since his behavior over the years has been watched by the Qinglong Society, even the man wearing the mask suddenly made a move, with the purpose of testing his own cultivation.
With Zhu Wuli's mind, he couldn't see that the Qinglong Society might have already figured out his plan.
But even now, the Qinglong Club turns a blind eye to his actions. The only possibility is that the Qinglong Club doesn't care about his actions at all.
This piece of information gave Zhu Wuwu a chill down his spine.
This was also the reason why Zhu Wuli was able to suppress his anger and talk to Cao Zhengchun and Shangguan Jinhong for so long.
After a long time, after the emotions in his heart calmed down, Zhu Wuwu turned around and entered the secret passage in the back mountain with a few blinks.
After returning to the secret room in the Dragon Protection Villa along the secret passage, Zhu Wuwu walked straight to the door of the secret room.
A few breaths later, looking at Zhu Wuwu coming out of the secret room, Shangguan Haitang, who had been waiting outside for who knows how long, quickly stepped forward.
"Father! The news that came half an hour ago belongs to Chu Qinghe."
As he spoke, Shangguan Haitang handed a piece of paper to Zhu Wuwu with both hands.
After hearing what Shangguan Haitang said, Zhu Wuwu took the note handed over by Shangguan Haitang.
When he took the two lines of small words on the note into his eyes, Zhu Wuwu frowned slightly, "Was from the north of the city?".
Shangguan Haitang nodded and said: "Yes, it seems that Chu Qinghe has no intention of returning to Yushui City."
Seeing this, after thinking for a moment, Zhu Wuwu said in a deep voice: "Pass the message on, and let people pay attention to its movements along the way but not expose your identity."
"Haitang understands, and my adoptive father can rest assured."
After saying that, Shangguan Haitang turned around and left quickly.
After Shangguan Haitang left, Zhu Wulan lowered his head and looked at the note in his hand again.
After a few breaths, Zhu Wuwu couldn't help but sigh.
"It is a pity that this son cannot be used by me. Otherwise, the two top powers of Yihua Palace and Shenshui Palace can also be my help."
However, as these words came out, Zhu Wuwu seemed to have thought of something. His eyes quickly placed on the note in his hand, his thoughts were flowing rapidly in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
……..
Wudang Mountain is also known as Taihe Mountain.
Among them, there are strange peaks and criss-crossing valleys. The main peak, Tianzhu Peak, rises from the ground, and the surrounding seventy-two peaks stand apart like bells and tripods.
The surrounding peaks are shrouded in mist and filled with cigarette smoke.
There are also scattered Taoist buildings looming among the clouds and mist.
It can be called a Taoist wonderland.
The time of application.
Under the bright but not charming sunshine, a carriage slowly approached the Wudang Sect and arrived at the foot of Tianjun Peak of Wudang Mountain.
Different from Southern Shaolin, although they are both in a quiet place in the suburbs, there are more than a hundred buildings at the foot of Wutian Jun Peak.
There is obviously no city wall, but when you get closer, it is full of people and bustling, giving people the feeling of being on a bustling street.
After entering this street, Xiao Zhao looked at the houses at the foot of Wudang Mountain and said in amazement: "Why are there so many houses around here?"
Faced with Xiao Zhao's question, Lin Shiyin said calmly: "This Wudang Sect has Zhang Sanfeng in charge. It has been very famous since its establishment. There are no martial arts forces around who dare to mess around. In addition, this Wudang Sect has been under the control of Zhang Sanfeng for so many years. The maintenance and management of reputation also make this Wudang Sect feel like a Taoist holy land."
"Every day, there is an endless stream of people who come to Wudang Mountain to offer incense and pray for blessings. This is even better than that of Southern Shaolin. And the over 10,000 disciples on Wudang Mountain need a lot of things every day, so There are gradually more buildings at the foot of the Wudang Sect Mountain."
Qu Feiyan looked at Lin Shiyin in astonishment and said, "Sister Shiyin, have you been here before?"
Lin Shiyin said with a smile: "I came to Wudang to pray for blessings a few years ago, so I know something about the situation here."
After understanding the origin of these buildings, Qu Feiyan clicked his tongue and said, "It's no wonder that the Wudang Sect's reputation has become better and better over the years. In terms of their style of conduct, it is much more grand than that of Southern Shaolin."
During this chat, the carriage with several people in it gradually drove to the foot of Wudang Mountain.
During the process, Chu Qinghe also lifted the curtains inside the carriage and looked outside. As the carriage moved, his eyes swept over the people outside.
But when Chu Qinghe's eyes swept over some people in this town, the corners of Chu Qinghe's mouth curved.
"It seems like the time is just right."
When the carriage just stopped, several smart-looking people gathered around.
"Girl, would you like to park your car? Our garage can help you park the carriage, feed the horse, clean the carriage and park it for only ten cents a day."
"Girl, we're going to get the cheapest price. If we park on behalf of you, it only costs eight cents a day."
"We park and feed the horses here, and we also include a meal. It only costs ten cents."
….
As Qu Feiyan and the people from the car dealership drove the carriage to the car dealership, Chu Qinghe's eyes had put away the folding fan in his hand at some point, and he looked around at the surroundings seemingly casually.
Especially when Chu Qinghe's eyes were fixed on the door of the inn in the distance.
Chu Qinghe chuckled softly in his heart when he saw several people being cursed and politely refused to check in by the waiter.
Not only Chu Qinghe, but also Jellyfish Yin Ji, his eyes quietly swept over some people around the foot of the mountain, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
After Qu Feiyan had stored the carriage, Chu Qinghe and Jellyfish Yinji slowly looked away, and then walked up the mountain.
When climbing the mountain, because Lin Shiyin had been to Wudang herself, she also acted as a tour guide for a few people and continuously explained the situation around Wudang to a few people.
As the Taoist holy land of the Ming Dynasty, Wudang, like Shaolin, is divided into Tianjun Peak and Tianzhu Peak.
The Taoist temples seen at Zhongtianjun Peak are open to pilgrims, most of whom are disciples of Wudang's outer sect. They usually work during the day to polish their mind, and take time to exercise their bodies in their free time. When they have gathered their internal strength, they will be officially accepted as disciples of Wudang. , it can also be said to be a threshold set by Wudang for its disciples.
And on the Tianzhu Peak is Wudang's real residence.
Over ten thousand disciples gathered on Tianzhu Peak.
And Tianzhu Peak itself will not be open to pilgrims.
While climbing, Qu Feiyan looked at Chu Qinghe and asked, "Sir, since we are in Wudang now, why don't we go directly to Tianzhu Peak, but instead go to Tianjun Peak?"
Facing what Qu Feiyan said, Chu Qinghe said calmly: "We will only start tonight. Why go to the mountain at this time to only increase other people's doubts?"
As if he heard what Chu Qinghe was saying, Qu Feiyan looked slightly confused and said, "Sir, how do you know that Pang Ban and the others will attack the Wudang Clan tonight?"
Not to mention Qu Feiyan, even Xiao Zhao and Lin Shiyin looked at Chu Qinghe at the same time, as if wondering how Chu Qinghe knew the time when Pang Ban and others attacked Wudang?
At this time, Jellyfish Yin Ji's slightly sweet voice slowly sounded, "Because there are many warriors gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they are not only dressed as pilgrims, but also dressed as the vendors around them."
Qu Feiyan muttered: "This is the foot of Wudang Mountain, so it's normal for there to be many warriors, right?"
In response, Chu Qinghe said calmly: "It's normal to have many warriors, but it's abnormal if there are so many that even the inn is full."
Qu Feiyan asked in confusion: "Huh? Why?"
Seeing Qu Feiyan like this, Chu Qinghe shook his head and said: "Businessmen pursue profits. Businessmen all have certain characteristics. No matter what they do, they will understand it in advance."
"Since we choose to build an inn at the foot of Wudang Mountain, we will naturally build it according to the number of pilgrims staying in Wudang Mountain every day. Over the past few decades, the number of inns around the foot of the mountain and the number of pilgrims staying there should also remain relatively comfortable. In this state, for no reason, do you think the rooms in this inn can be full?"
Speaking of this, Qu Feiyan suddenly said: "Yes! It's not a special day. Logically speaking, the number of pilgrims in Wudang is the same as usual. How come the inn can't be full?"
At the same time, Chu Qinghe added: "Moreover, many people at the foot of the mountain seemed to be walking together, but they did not communicate much from beginning to end. Instead, they felt a bit nervous and alert. Unless they had ulterior motives, otherwise Why are you so nervous here at the foot of Wudang Mountain?"
Lin Shiyin suddenly said: "No wonder Young Master is sure that Pang Ban and the others will attack Wudang today."
In response, Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "Let's go! While there is still time, we can take a walk around Wudang Mountain."
Hearing this, the girls also gathered their thoughts and began to admire the scenery on Tianjun Peak.
However, at dusk.
Beside a cliff on Tianjun Peak.
At this time, Chu Qinghe and others had been staying here for nearly half an hour.
At this time, Chu Qinghe was sitting on a stone next to the cliff, admiring the beautiful scenery under the dusk.
As we enter August, the weather is already a bit less warm as the autumn air is crisp.
During the day, although the temperature is still the same, it is a bit drier.
Sitting next to this cliff, the gentle mountain breeze brings a sense of freshness, which makes people feel happy.
Jellyfish Yinji was close to Chu Qinghe, also admiring the beautiful scenery in front of her.
However, if Dongfang Bubai was here at this time, he would definitely be able to discover at first glance that the appearance of Chu Qinghe, Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan after changing their appearance was strikingly the same as when the six major sects besieged Guangmingding. Seen the same.
As Xiao Zhao's little hand gently pressed on the human skin mask on Lin Shiyin's face, Qu Feiyan at the side yawned and looked at Chu Qinghe: "Master, why do we have to change the makeup of this mask to another one?" What it looked like when I went up to the Bright Summit for the first time!”
Hearing Qu Feiyan's question, Chu Qinghe said angrily: "Nonsense, this time I came here just for Pang Ban. It's easy to get familiar with him once! It also saves me the time to introduce myself."
After all, the more familiar you are with it, the better it will be to start with.
Youdao is an acquaintance who is easy to talk to.
If I were to meet Pang Ban with a new face, how troublesome would it be to introduce my identity in a few words?
Be more prepared and there will be room for mitigation in addition to unexpected events.
Qu Feiyan: "???"
After learning the reason why Chu Qinghe temporarily asked Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan to disguise themselves again, Qu Feiyan's face was filled with questions.
"Just for this?"
Chu Qinghe stretched his body and continued: "It doesn't count! It's mainly to take precautions in the future. In case of a mistake, it is found that the person who poisoned the poison twice in a row is different. It does not mean that he told Pang Banshang. Did we also disguise ourselves once on the Bright Summit?"
After all, this time Chu Qinghe came over, it was still uncertain whether he would kill Pang Ban or not.
In case Pang Ban is more sensible, Chu Qinghe can just make a poisonous conversation to express his feelings.
It’s always a good idea to be more prepared.
Qu Feiyan: "…….."
After understanding what Chu Qinghe was thinking, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but be speechless for a while.
Only when Jellyfish Yinji looked at Chu Qinghe, her beautiful eyes were still as tender as water.
"This man is so attentive!"
….
At the end of Xu Shi
Perhaps he sensed the unrest in Wudang today. When the sky was completely dark, there were already continuous lights emerging above Wudang.
Especially the Zhenwu Hall on Tianzhu Peak, even when viewed from Tianjun Peak next to it, the lights are equally brilliant.
at the same time.
In the Zhenwu Hall of Wudang, a large number of Wudang disciples gathered at this time.
In the middle of the Zhenwu Hall, more than a dozen Wudang disciples who had reached the Xiantian realm had red eyes and clenched their fists tightly.
But in front of these more than ten disciples, there was a person lying on the ground, his face was black and blue, and he was as angry as a thread.
It was Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of Wu Dynasty who disappeared a few months ago without any news.
At this moment, a Wudang disciple who was proficient in medical skills squatted in front of Song Yuanqiao and felt his pulse, his expression serious.
While this man was checking his pulse, other disciples around Wudang did not dare to disturb him.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.
The visitor was dressed in snow-white Taoist robes, with white hair and white beard. His face was peaceful and his whole body was filled with a sense of contentment.
Coupled with that peaceful face, one can't help but feel like a Taoist master at first glance.
It was Zhang Sanfeng, the master of the late Tianren realm who single-handedly founded Wudang and developed it so that no one in the world dares to offend him.
When they saw Zhang Sanfeng, all the Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall saluted respectfully.
"See Taishizu."
After casually flicking the whisk in his hand as a signal, Zhang Sanfeng quickly walked to the center of the Zhenwu Hall.
When he arrived in front of Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes changed slightly when he saw Song Yuanqiao's expression.
Then he looked at the doctor squatting next to him and asked, "How is the situation?"
Facing Zhang Sanfeng's question, the Wudang disciple next to Song Yuanqiao stood up quickly and said: "Back to Grand Master, the acting leader was poisoned, and his pulse was strange. The disciple's medical skills could not detect the poison on the acting leader. What kind of poison is it?”
After hearing what this Wudang disciple said, Zhang Sanfeng stopped talking and took two steps forward before squatting next to Song Yuanqiao.
After three fingers fell on Song Yuanqiao's wrist and took the pulse for a while, Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and then raised the three fingers lightly.
With this movement, Song Yuanqiao, who was originally lying on the ground, was pulled up by an invisible force and sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
And one palm slowly raised.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng put his palm on Song Yuanqiao's hand, and the true energy quickly entered Song Yuanqiao's body.
"It's not good, it's not good, Mo, Uncle Mo's body..."
Suddenly, a burst of urgent sound rang out from outside the Zhenwu Hall.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Sanfeng, who was using his true energy to detoxify Song Yuanqiao, also turned his head.
Immediately afterwards, two figures were seen rushing into the Zhenwu Hall quickly.
One of them was still carrying a corpse on his back.
When the Wudang disciples' eyes moved to this corpse, everyone was shocked.
"Uncle Mo?"
Similarly, Zhang Sanfeng's expression also changed when he looked at Mo Shenggu carried on the back of the Wudang disciple.
A few breaths later, as the Wudang disciple carrying Mo Shenggu rushed up to Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang disciple quickly placed Mo Shenggu's body on the ground.
"Sound Valley!"
Looking at the familiar disciple's face in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but murmur.
With horror in his heart, the true energy that Zhang Sanfeng originally injected into Song Yuanqiao's body in front of him couldn't help but pause for a moment.
However, just when Zhang Sanfeng's attention was completely attracted to Mo Shenggu in front of the Wudang disciple, he saw Song Yuanqiao in front of Zhang Sanfeng suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, "Song Yuanqiao" quickly raised his other hand.
"Boohoo!"
In an instant, dozens of inaudible piercing sounds swept out from under the cuffs of "Song Yuanqiao".
It is possible that he can single-handedly create a Wudang sect that can be compared with Southern Shaolin. How can Zhang Sanfeng be compared to ordinary people?
Almost immediately after hearing the sound of breaking through the air, the true energy in Zhang Sanfeng's body was condensed, and a turbulent and continuous water-like energy mixed with the true energy burst out from the body.
At the same time, twenty-seven long needles as thin as cow hair and as black as ink in front of him were hovering in the mid-air due to the concentration of Zhang Sanfeng's special strength and true energy.
The moment his eyes touched the twenty-seven long needles in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes shrank.
"Tangmen's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?"
However, before Zhang Sanfeng could think more, the next moment, Mo Shenggu who was on the ground and the Wudang disciple who had just carried Mo Shenggu into the Zhenwu Hall quickly raised their hands.
"咻咻咻…….."
Just like before, inaudible sound of breaking through the air quickly emerged in the air.
(End of chapter)
