Riding a donkey upside down, Chu Zhongtian held a wine jar in his right hand.
The little donkey followed Chu Zhongtian's instructions and walked slowly, following the location where the yellow dot on the map should go.
In addition to carrying a saddle, the little donkey can sit on it.
A water bag and two wine bottles were placed on both sides. There are several fist-sized copper bells on the back and front of the buttocks, which jingle as he walks.
Chu Zhongtian sat on it and watched a group of people approaching with swords in their hands.
The little donkey slowed down even more slowly than the group of people's feet, and it was getting closer.
Song Yuanqiao, level 91, HP 43201
Yin Liting, level 90, HP 38012
Mo Shenggu, level 90, HP 38201.
Song Qingshu, level 87, HP 32307
Unexpectedly, the people I met were actually people from the Wu-Tang Clan.
Chu Zhongtian took a quick look and quickly went through the plot of Yitian Slaying the Dragon in his mind, and then contacted the location of the map. He knew that the plot should have reached the point where the six sects besieged Guangmingding.
No wonder, the first task is to become famous in the martial arts world. If it is a plot of siege of Guangmingding, it can indeed be achieved.
Song Qingshu was walking beside his father Song Yuanqiao. The words of his sixth uncle in his ears made him look forward a little carelessly.
On a small donkey, a woman with disheveled hair sat upside down.
When he saw the other party's clothes clearly, he was slightly startled. She looked like a heroic and free-spirited woman.
The woman on the donkey followed the other person's free and easy movements while drinking, and her whole body carried the heroic spirit of a child of the world. The complicated sleeves seem to be a little different from the Central Plains people's dress, but they have a unique style.
His ears were burning and his cheeks felt hot. Song Qingshu grew up in Wudang Mountain. Apart from his mother, he had never seen more than five girls.
Looking at her from a distance, he felt inexplicably confident that the other person must be beautiful.
His mind was a little confused, and before he knew it, he followed his father and got closer and closer to the woman riding a donkey in front of him.
"Everyone, do you know where the light is?
Not far ahead, a clean voice sounded from the front.
Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and saw the woman on the donkey, smiling and cupping her hands to him and others, her sleeves swinging in an arc in the air with a sharp movement.
The hair that looks like it is hanging casually behind her back is actually tied up with a string of tiny blue beads.
The slightly rounded chin still had some wine stains, which were wiped off casually by the other party. Above the small nose, there was a black band, covering the eyes and eyebrows with metal. On the cloth strip, on the smooth left forehead, there is a red peony flower.
Song Qingshu looked steadily at the person not far away.
Chu Zhongtian was a little puzzled. He listened to the notification sound of his friend. Song Qingshu suddenly became his friend, and his favorability level instantly reached triple.
what happened?
He kept his face still, glanced at Song Qingshu, and found that the other party was looking at him blankly.
"Um……"
Could it be that he has an extra little fanboy?
"There are still three days to go. I'm going to Wudang Songyuan Bridge and take the Wudang disciples to Guangmingding. I wonder if the girl would like to go with us?"
Song Yuanqiao saw that although Chu Zhongtian was dressed a little strangely, his eyes were covered with a black cloth. He thought it was difficult to move. Since they were traveling together, they might as well go together.
The Wudang Sect has always been upright and aboveboard, and they are not afraid of making any remarks.
"willing."
Chu Zhongtian smiled, then turned over and got off the donkey, "Chu Tian, the overlord disciple of the Beggar Clan, thank you so much, Master Song.
His neat movements do not look like those of a person with limited mobility.
Song Yuanqiao's eyes fell on the bamboo-like stick carried on Chu Zhongtian's back with a somewhat appraising gaze. If he said he was a disciple of the Beggar Clan, it would be somewhat credible, but this clothes...
He looked away. He was just an outsider and had no reason to care what others wore.
"Miss Chu, these are my junior brothers.
Song Yuanqiao briefly introduced everyone to Chu Zhongtian.
Later, after Chu Zhongtian communicated with a few people, he sat on the donkey again.
The disciples of the Wudang Sect are all men, and they can't bear to see the girls walking barefoot on the road.
Chu Zhongtian's feet, which were tied with several bags, were indeed no different from bare feet.
Chu Zhongtian rode the little donkey upside down, making the little donkey speed up, and followed the Wudang heroes leisurely.
Chu Zhongtian admitted that he felt a little subtle at the moment, even a little uncomfortable.
When the little donkey walked, it would jolt like a convulsion from time to time. Chu Zhongtian felt that the drink he just drank was about to be knocked out by the little donkey.
This feeling is simply too strange.
Chu Zhongtian raised his hand unnaturally to rub his eyes, but found that what his fingertips touched was a soft belt.
By the way! The unique facial pendant of the Beggar Clan, Yun Muzhe!
Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, you will be alone in the world sitting in a drunken fairy! What you cover is your eyes for freedom...
Putting his hand down again as if nothing had happened, Chu Zhongtian blinked and his sight was completely unobstructed. It seemed that this was really just a pendant, only for decoration.
After walking all the way, it became dark without realizing it and it was not suitable to move forward.
Everyone in Wudang found a suitable place in the forest as a resting place for the night.
"Miss Chu, I am Wudang Song Qingshu.'
Song Qingshu sent some food and helped Chu Zhongsheng make a fire. Compared with when they first met during the day, he was much better, at least not like a...
I'm crazy.
"Young Master Song.'
Chu Zhongtian sat in front of the fire and nodded to Song Qingshu as a greeting.
"Miss Chu, if you have any questions, just call me.
Song Qingshu smiled, with a gentle expression on his handsome face. The name Meng Chang, who gave the jade face as a gift from the Jianghu people, is quite appropriate.
"good
Chu Zhongtian nodded, relying on Youyun Muzhe's obstruction, and seemed to be staring at Song Qingshu's graceful back in white clothes with a bit of resentment.
so envious!
Sighing silently in his heart, he couldn't help but miss the feeling of being in a male body in the previous world.
Now that he has become a woman, he has experienced an unprecedented sense of novelty. But this sense of novelty, as time went by, made his original somewhat novel feeling fade away in an instant.
"The Legend of Dragon Slaying by Heaven has only progressed to the six sects' siege of Guangmingding. There is still a long plot to go on, but it's okay that I haven't reached the beginning of Dragon Slaying by Heaven, otherwise I might have to stay in this world for two more years. ten years.
Chu Zhongtian sat in front of the fire, listening to the crackling flames. Unconsciously, his thoughts ran far away.
"Brother, we should meet up with the Emei Sect tomorrow, and the other four sects should all arrive at Guangmingding the day after tomorrow.'
Mo Shenggu sat cross-legged in front of the fire and said to Song Yuanqiao in a deep voice. ".
Song Yuanqiao nodded and reached out to stroke a wisp of beard on his chin. The two sects have always been on good terms, and there is a layer of connection between them. Therefore, in many cases, the exchanges are closer than other sects. There is also mutual interaction between Wudang and Emei disciples. A young man destined for life,
Facing the light of the fire, Chu Zhongtian took a sip of the wine in the jar. It tasted mellow and sweet, and tasted great. After drinking it all afternoon, there was still no shortage.
At this moment, he was keenly aware of a dangerous aura that seemed to be approaching.
After passing through the last world, Chu Zhongtian felt that his five senses were sharper. He opened the map and took a look. Sure enough, dozens of red dots were rapidly approaching his location.
Chu Zhongtian wiped his hands with the back of his hand, hung the wine jar on his waist again, took out the emerald green stick that had been hanging on his waist, and stood up.
The funny little donkey was right behind him, eating grass leisurely and wagging its furry ears back and forth in a comfortable manner.
"Miss Chu?'
Song Yuanqiao looked at Chu Zhongtian who suddenly stood up and took out the stick from his waist, and also stood up.
'There are a lot of people approaching.'
Chu Zhongtian explained, he clenched the long stick in his hand and quickly ran through the skills of the Beggar Clan in his mind.
Got it!
His blue eyes, covered by Yun Mu, scanned the surroundings.
Hearing what he said, everyone in Wudang stood up and prepared for the attack.
Sure enough, not long after, a group of martial arts people wearing black scarves appeared around.
"No! It's the Hong Kong Banner of the Ming Cult. It seems they knew we were passing through this place, so they set up an ambush route in advance!'
Yin Liting's expression changed. He had traveled around the world for many years, so he naturally recognized the Mingjiao Flood Flag.
"The Flood Flag's weapon can spew highly poisonous water. If it touches a human body, the skin will become ulcerated to the bone and flesh. It is really extremely poisonous!"
Mo Shenggu lowered his face and explained to Song Qingshu who was confused.
Song Qingshu's expression changed, "Oh no, what if such a vicious thing could hurt Miss Chu?" His eyes instantly turned to Chu Zhongtian, who was standing alone.
Chu Zhongtian listened to Mo Shenggu's explanation. He looked around and saw that there were about fifty people in the Hongshui Banner congregation. As for the Wudang Clan, their number is comparable to that.
His eyes were fixed on something similar to a water gun carried by the Flood Flag cultivator. That big guy could do it at a long range. Unfortunately, he is now a beggar gang. If it is a long-range attack, killing these people in seconds is not a problem.
Each of these people has a blood volume of about 10,000.
Chu Zhongtian saw that they were about to form a queue and form an attack. OK, if you want to attack me, then I will show you the power of the Beggar Clan's martial arts!
He aimed directly at the target, running the Great Light Kung Fu all over his body, and suddenly flew forward, holding a weapon like a shining green bamboo in his hand.
"Miss Chu!
When Song Yuanqiao saw Chu Zhongtian suddenly rushing out, he shouted quickly.
Chu Zhongtian did not respond. He turned around and came to the front of the Hongshui Banner congregation. He looked at the huge water gun and raised his pink lips.
After hanging it up and flying straight up, Chu Zhongtian swept away the four water guns with his horizontal stick!
Huge force came from the long stick in his right hand and landed on the water gun.
In an instant, a special water gun came out of his hand.
"Time rides on six dragons!"
Chu Zhongtian wore a wicked smile, and slapped his left hand horizontally at a black-turbaned cult member who wanted to stop him.
Four dragon-shaped palms rose straight up from the ground as she bent down and slapped it on the ground.
The huge impact caused several people around to be shaken into the air uncontrollably!
