More than an hour later.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
Huang Songzi couldn't care less about the big black dog, and looked at the scene in front of him as he didn't expect it.
Now I entered the mountain and saw the disciples of the White Crane Sect.
This place has not been invaded by foreign enemies, and the people of Baihemen have not had internal strife.
However, the Crane rebelled.
Whoosh——whoosh——
Hundreds of cranes dart back and forth in the sky, attacking with their long beaks and claws.
The disciples of the White Crane Sect held fishing nets and long hooks and fought fiercely with the cranes in a chaotic manner. From time to time, someone would be picked up by the crane and thrown down from the sky screaming.
"Here is..." Hou Zhen looked a little confused, "If I guessed correctly, these should be the cranes raised by your Baihe Sect, right?"
"Yes..." Huang Songzi's beard trembled wildly, "There are copper rings on his feet. They are the cranes raised in the door."
"Why the rebellion?" Hou Zhen was puzzled.
Baihe Sect is famous for raising cranes and spiritual birds, and spiritual birds from other sects are also often used for foster care. Training these things is professional, and it is the capital of Baihemen to settle down.
You can say that the disciples of the White Crane Sect are weak, but you can't say that they can't play with birds.
"The ordinary crane has not yet awakened its spirit." Huang Songzi forced a smile, "Maybe it was not locked up and it ran out."
Hou Zhen grinned.
I thought it was definitely possible to escape, but what about fighting with your disciples?
Su Qing had already parked the carriage by the roadside, stroking the back of the big black dog and looking at the sight of the cranes singing in unison. If it weren't for grabbing someone at every turn, Liuping Mountain would look a bit like a fairyland.
Huang Songzi felt even more embarrassed when he saw Su Qing watching. I can't take care of the jealous dog now, I have to clean up the mess in front of me quickly.
Being embarrassed in front of others is enough to lose face, but being embarrassed in front of immortals is not just a matter of face.
"Get out of the way, Pindao!"
Huang Songzi kicked his feet a little harder, and his body flew out like a wild goose.
With two bang bangs, he reached out and pinched the necks of the two cranes. The true energy traveled through the clavicle muscles without even a symbolic struggle.
Huang Songzi wanted to grab two chicks and landed in front of two White Crane Sect disciples.
"Tied!"
Throw the crane to the two of them.
"Yes...ah? Who are you?"
The two disciples were a little confused.
"Stop talking nonsense and do something!" Huang Songzi had no time to talk nonsense now and jumped up again to catch other cranes.
"Where did this old man come from?"
"I've never seen it before..."
"But there's really a way to catch the crane."
"Maybe it's a master invited by some elder who specializes in doing this kind of thing."
"Oh, that makes sense..."
The two disciples were both young and did not know Huang Songzi. After briefly guessing the identity, he held down the crane, covered it with a special net, and tied its mouth with a rope.
While things were being tidied up here, Huang Songzi caught a new crane and came over. Fortunately, other White Crane Sect disciples accepted it and made the connection seamless.
Just like that, Huang Songzi moved up and down, and each crane was controlled and thrown to the disciples of the White Crane Sect. Not long after, more than a hundred cranes were captured.
The whole set went smoothly, and even the disciples of the White Crane Sect cheered and applauded.
"Well done, Taoist Priest!"
"Well done."
"Please stay here from now on, we are short of such talents..."
Huang Songzi didn't feel very happy, and became more and more suffocated and depressed. I wish I could pinch the necks of those who applauded him, and let them know what kind of talents he is good at.
The dignified second-level Yuan Shen could actually do this kind of work. Even not counting Qingzhou's thirty-six years, he hadn't caught a crane with his own hands for a long time.
As the last one was caught, the yellow pine nuts fell to the ground. The disciples of the White Crane Sect had already gathered together, looking at this strange old Taoist.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, for your help." A disciple stepped forward to thank him, "I, the whole Baihe Sect, would like to express my gratitude to the Taoist Master for his kindness."
"No need to thank you." Huang Songzi was annoyed and didn't bother to explain. Looking at these disciples, almost none of them are over forty years old, so it is impossible to know him.
"Is it just you? Where are the others in the door?" Huang Songzi asked, "Who is the leader? Are the elders of each room here?"
The disciples of the White Crane Sect became vigilant.
It turns out that you were not invited here, but came here to find someone?
"Dare you ask me about the title of the elder?" A disciple asked, "What do you want to do when you come to my White Crane Sect?"
Help is a way of love, but the origin must also be clarified. Baihemen has always been wary of outsiders.
"Pindao Huangsongzi!" Huangsongzi said with a dark face. "Let your master come to see me!"
"Ponderosa nuts?"
"I seem to have heard it somewhere, it's..."
"The old boss from the previous generation?"
"No way!"
The younger disciples felt that the name seemed familiar, while the older disciples were dubious. Di Shengqianzhou is in such chaos now that it is impossible for an experienced person to recognize grandpa.
It is really inconvenient to ask the elders of the master's sect to verify whether it is true or false.
"Run!!!!"
"Everyone hide, hurry up!!!!"
Just when Huang Songzi was about to get angry, several figures suddenly ran up from a distance, shouting as they ran.
There were five or six people in total, all in a panic. All of them are in the Yuanshen realm, and two of them are still in the Yuanshen realm.
Looking at these people, Huang Songzi knew them all.
They are all his disciples.
The other party didn't see Huang Songzi and just shouted anxiously.
"The plan failed, the drug did not work, and the guy was not caught."
"Hurry up and hide, I'm chasing you soon... Hurry and hide in the house..."
"Eh? You caught all the cranes? How did you catch them... Forget it, we'll talk about it later... hide first..."
A few panicked people kept shouting incoherently.
Hou Zhen had a weird expression and pretended not to notice, and Huang Songzi felt a fever on his face.
In the years when I was away, it was these guys who took the lead. The crane ran out and could not be subdued, so he drugged him in various cruel ways.
Suddenly, a loud crane roared deep in the mountains.
It doesn't sound any different from other cranes, but it does sound surprisingly loud.
Not only did people hear a buzzing sound in their ears, but even the leaves and grass trembled.
"No, could it be..."
Huang Songzi looked quickly.
I saw a crane appearing deep in the mountain.
A particularly huge crane.
The wings spread out to a dozen feet, like a large cloud floating in from a distance.
Behind the big crane were a dozen cranes of normal size, arranged in a neat formation like guards and followers.
"Spiritual bird."
Su Qing glanced at it, showing no interest.
These cranes are all spiritual birds, and there is no difference in his eyes. The leader is just the leader, yes, but his body is just bigger, and he is essentially the same as other cranes.
Now the two old cranes in Penglai have far surpassed these. When the little crane hatches, it will have the potential to become a fairy bird.
Su Qing didn't care about these cranes, but others didn't dare to take them seriously.
Especially Huang Songzi, he knew very well how powerful that big crane was.
The strength of his physical body is unparalleled, and his feathers are as hard as stone. It was difficult for the soul to hurt it at the first level, and it was only willing to be ridden by the ancestors at the third level.
The king of cranes.
"It turns out this beast is rebelling!"
Huang Songzi understood everything.
There was no one who could suppress it, so the cranes led a collective rebellion. News about such a shameful thing must be blocked. No wonder people from the outside villages were driven away. It turned out to be this reason.
"Don't retreat! I'll block the Crane King, and you deal with the others!"
Huang Songzi was so angry that he jumped up and struck the giant crane with his palms.
With a loud bang, the giant crane staggered in the air, scattering many feathers.
Huang Songzi did not dare to hold back at all.
This big guy is different from those cranes and must be competed as an equal opponent.
"Master?!"
"Old sect master?!"
"Am I dreaming..."
As soon as Huang Songzi took action, several people recognized him immediately. They were not newbies, they were so excited that they almost cried.
"Stop talking nonsense and meet the enemy!!"
The giant crane had already turned around and started to fight back. Its huge beak was like a thick spear, pecking hard at the yellow pine nuts. Huang Songzi dodged sideways and shouted to several disciples.
"Follow the order of the sect leader!"
"Brothers and brothers, charge!"
Now that the disciples had a backbone, they immediately gained energy and turned around to deal with the other spirit birds. Including the ordinary disciples, when they heard that the old sect master was back, their blood immediately boiled and they copied the guy to join the battle group.
For a moment, Qi and feathers were flying around, and the battle was extremely violent.
"It's not easy for Taoist priest..." Hou Zhen watched from a distance, feeling quite complicated. "After returning to Qianzhou for several battles, this time is undoubtedly the most difficult."
Starting from Shuangtuo Mountain, Hou Zhen followed the whole process and had a say in several battles.
The other few were either devastating or did not move a single move. This is the first time since returning that such a fierce battle like Huang Songzi's.
only……
Looking at the feathers flying all over the sky and the two sides fighting, it always feels weird.
It's not like warriors fighting each other, but like farmers catching chickens.
He turned and glanced at Xianjun.
There was a big black dog lying next to me, and I looked up at the sky, just like a neighbor watching the excitement.
Hou Zhen didn't pay attention to the dog.
The big black dog was also watching, looking at the big crane.
The dog blinked, a little worried.
They recognize it.
…
There are poultry farmers who raise and sell poultry for a living. However, birds have spirits, and when the person keeping the birds comes out, they will flock together and do the opposite. Feathers fall like snow, fighting endlessly. Birds also have aspirations, dreaming of flying across the world and not being slaves.
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
