"The moon is half full in Mount Emei, and the shadows are reflected in the water of Pingqiang River..."
A slightly childish voice, accompanied by the sound of the river's waves, sang the poem of the Immortal Poetry.
The Emei River in Mount Emei. This Emei River, also called Tieqiao River, is one of the tributaries of the Dadu River and is about 120 miles long.
There are many green mountains on both sides and a long river.
A small wooden boat floated leisurely on the water. A man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat. A long sword with a mahogany sheath lay across his knee. The apricot sword tassel hung down on the side.
Snapped! Snapped!
There were splashes on the water one after another, and a small black spot was vaguely visible jumping on the water.
Only after getting closer can you see that the little black dot is actually a small crab that is slightly green and even slightly transparent.
Whenever this little crab falls to the water surface, its eight legs will jump to the water surface at the same time, bouncing the whole body high into the air, and there will be crystal water like lotus on the river below, which is really beautiful.
That girlish singing voice seemed to come from this little crab.
She waved her eight claws, laughed happily in the air, landed on the man's bamboo hat on the bow of the boat, climbed into the raincoat, and after a while, climbed down along the sleeve of the man's right arm and landed on the back of his hand.
"Qiu Flute Qiu Flute, how do I sing?"
"very good."
A low laugh came from under the bamboo hat, "Although there is neither moon nor autumn, we will not go to Pingqiang."
The little crab waved his two pincers: "Are you really praising me? It's so dark here, it doesn't look much different from the night. Maybe you can see the moon later!"
Qiu Di laughed.
Mount Emei is cloudy, foggy, and rainy. He is wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat that he has never done since he entered Mount Emei. However, the little crab seems to like the climate here very much and behaves very lively... Well, although when she was in the south, It's also very lively.
"The time has come, it's time for you to eat."
Qiudi took out a bamboo tube from his arms, poured out a gem with purple luster, and handed it to the little crab.
"no no no."
But the little crab danced its pair of pincers out of the afterimage and refused, "I've long been tired of eating purple spirit cores every day. I want to eat grilled fish, fried meat, and chicken soup!"
"But you can grow stronger by eating this."
Qiudi advised, "Come, have a piece first, and when we get to Mount Emei, I'll let them entertain you well."
His voice was still calm, with a little hoarse smile, "If you don't eat well, I will tell Senior Yuanjun when I get back."
The little crab suddenly stiffened, made a small fierce sound, grabbed the gem with its pliers, and began to eat it with a grunt.
Although she looks like a crab, she is obviously not a crab. No crab can jump on the water so easily, and obviously no crab can bite gems so quickly.
Qiu Di raised her head, and most of her face under the shadow of the bamboo hat was finally fully revealed.
He has a clear temperament, handsome appearance, shiny skin, and bright eyes. He only has a few fine lines between his eyebrows, and he looks like he is only in his late thirties.
However, his temples are already gray, and his expression often contains a kind of worry that lingers even when he smiles.
The boat moved forward steadily on the water, not too slowly, and it was gradually approaching the towering mountain ahead.
The silhouettes of many houses on the mountain slowly stood out in the mist.
Qiu Di sighed softly.
"Why are you sighing again?"
The little crab has already eaten the gems, and only uses its last two limbs to support its body, and "stands" on the back of Qiu Di's hand.
"It seems like it's not just you. I feel like many people there are like this."
"However, according to what I know about you, your Ming Dynasty is now expanding its territory on land to the west. The entire Tianshan Mountains, the Gongbang Dynasty, etc. have all declared themselves vassals. When they reach Tianzhu, they are all convinced, and they have restarted the Haiyi Road. Trade is booming, the treasury is full, and your cooperation with us allows you to remotely control overseas countries with only a small team of envoys."
"This kind of power and authority is much greater than that of your Ming Dynasty in any previous era, nine times or even ten times more, but you always act as if you only occupy a small area, Wangjiang Excited and sighing."
Qiudi smiled: "It seems that although you are greedy, you are also very easy to learn."
"People in Yuanjun Temple like novel knowledge."
The little crab said proudly, "Yuan Jun said that although your physical strength is very weak, your delicate and changeable emotions and possible mental development can communicate with us on an equal footing. I learned from your history of Li Bai, Li He, and Xin Qiji I started to read the poems, and I deeply agreed with them, and of course I also learned a little bit about other things.”
"Hehe, although I only know a little bit about it in passing, in terms of knowledge, just talking about my understanding of your history, I am at least nine times or even ten times more knowledgeable than you."
Qiudi praised a few words, successfully drawing the little crab's attention to other aspects.
This little crab is indeed knowledgeable, but she only looks at Daming from the perspective of an observer. After all, there are still some things that she has not experienced in detail.
You shouldn't force her to experience it.
So Qiudi will not continue to talk about this, but in his heart, he still has that thought.
The significance of the north to the Ming Dynasty cannot be replaced by simple expansion in other directions. Moreover, the Ming Dynasty cannot be called truly stable and prosperous.
The more you know about Yuanjun Temple, the more you understand what terrible opponents Taiyuan Temple and Guji Tiangong are.
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Before the huge waves come, sometimes the water surface will have some fluctuations, making the water rise, but after all, it is just a little respite on the eve of the disaster.
Today's Ming Dynasty is like a ship rising with the water before a huge wave comes. In fact, it is completely caught up in the wave of great changes in the world. Not to mention that it is in danger and precarious, at least it is surrounded by tigers and wolves, and they are wary. .
What's even more hateful is that even under such circumstances, there are still people who are deceived by prosperity, slack, and unworthy of their moral integrity.
Their slackness, over time, will most likely make the Ming Dynasty behind them even more dangerous.
Qiu Di still wanted to sigh in his heart when he thought of the group of people the court had dealt with before he set off.
The north was originally a buffer land left by the three forces of the ancient civilization, but now, the other two parties have intervened in the north. However, the Ming Dynasty did not realize that something was wrong until recently.
Because a fatal incident in Guangdong involved the secret circulation of high-priced fragrant powder, and after eradicating those gangs, we followed this line and noticed the rapid development of the Wenxiang Sect in the past two years.
After following the clues like this, it was finally confirmed that the Wenxiang Sect was secretly supported by the Taiyuan Temple.
As for those who are officials at Tianzidu, there are also some survey personnel who have entered the Northland under the false identity of wealthy businessmen all year round. These intelligence channels that should have been sharper have become the slowest group of people.
In fact, maybe this can’t be entirely blamed on them, after all, it’s been fifty years.
How many years does a person live in his lifetime?
For nearly fifty years, successive spies have not found any clues. It is really difficult to ask them to be so rigorous and sensitive.
This is not only because they have been corrupted by the hedonistic life, but also because they are truly lacking in ability.
This gap in real abilities between one's own side and the enemy's, even excluding simple battles, still leaves a huge gap, which is the reason why Qiu Di's heart is full of sorrow and resentment.
However, even if the opportunity has been lost, we cannot really continue to ignore it.
Qiudi looked at the main altar of the Seven Kills Sect in front and said, "Wudang Clan members, come to visit!"
He sat on the boat and spoke these eight words, but his voice echoed between the water and the mountains, covering the entire Seven Kills Sect's main altar.
In the main altar, the lights suddenly brightened, and figures flashed out.
Halfway up the mountain, four old men with extraordinary bearing gathered together, looking towards the water under the light of many torches around them.
The four elders of the Seven Kills General Altar, You, Long, Guang, and Pang, are all brothers of the leader Yan Ping. Each has reached the peak of the eighth heaven, with extraordinary perseverance and extraordinary bravery.
"The master of Wudang came from afar, but he was greeted at a distance. I don't know what he is doing?"
A message came back from the boat on the water: "I came here to pay a visit to the leader of the Seven Kills to discuss the future path of the Seven Kills."
After hearing this, the four elders each looked hesitant.
Who doesn’t know that Wudang represents the Ming Dynasty?
If it had been 50 years ago that someone from Wudang had come over and said something like this, the elders of the Seven Kills Sect would never have had a good look on their face.
In the words of their leader.
"Da Ming? Why should I obey him? The Jurchens deserve to be beaten ten thousand times. Zhu Ming's men were not good people back then. Today's Zheng Ming is a pirate. Why should I trust them?"
"Damn it, I can manage this territory in Sichuan and Sichuan by myself!"
When the elders heard this, they all applauded, held the altar and drank strong wine, and rushed to agree.
But this moment is the same as that moment.
After fifty years of hard work, the elders have also matured, and their hair has been gone for several times. Thanks to the good practice of Tai Sui martial arts, they can forcefully control the scalp and let it grow back.
Alas, which son of a bitch knows that it is so easy to beat someone but so difficult to treat them?
Looking at the past fifty years, I heard that the Ming Dynasty has always done a good job. The elders did not mention it openly, but secretly mentioned it to the leader several times about the secret banquets between good brothers.
If there is a chance, why not form an alliance with them and ask them to send some talents over, and we will supervise from the side. It will definitely be easier than us doing it forcefully.
Yan Pingsheng's attitude has become slightly looser over the years, but he has not yet found a suitable opportunity.
It's a pity that this Wudang Clan member came at an unlucky time today...
The four elders looked at each other. In the past few days, they themselves were looking for traces of the leader.
Not long ago, the Shiqu branch was suddenly destroyed, and the leader was not in the main altar. Everyone suspected that there was some connection between the two things, but the people who investigated the Shiqu branch did not find any useful clues.
Recently, everyone has been considering whether to secretly mobilize all branches to collect clues.
The arrival of the Wudang Clan members at this time inevitably made the elders a little suspicious.
Elder Long said: "The leader is in retreat and does not see outsiders. Taoist masters from Wudang, why not come to the mountain first? The scenery of Mount Emei is also superb. You will never get tired of staying there for a few days. We will wait until we find an opportunity to report to the leader. "
On the water boat.
The little crab suddenly said: "In addition to these four eighth-level people in the mountain, there is also an aura from the ninth-level peak. It is very powerful, as if it has just come from the west... Oh, that's not right!"
There was no need for Little Crab to continue talking, Qiu Di had already noticed something was wrong.
That aura at the peak of the Nine Heavens was definitely not the leader of the Seven Kills Sect, because that momentum was rushing towards the main altar of the Seven Kills Sect at a dark and fierce speed.
Tai Sui Martial Arts, or the Qi and Blood Martial Arts of ancient civilizations, the aura exuded by its practitioners is not a simple spiritual induction, but a mixture of smell, temperature and other factors.
Now, the aura coming from the west and rushing towards the Seven Kills Sect's main altar carries with it a strong and dim gaseous substance.
Qiu Di could tell that the gas should be able to make the people enveloped in it fall into a state of drowsiness and confusion, and they could tell everything they knew.
choke!
The long sword was unsheathed, and Qiu Di's figure floated up, hovering in mid-air, then suddenly sank. He turned around and struck a sword. Only three inches of the sword tip entered the water, but it immediately created a huge wave.
The violent current created a large amount of white foam, and the turbulent white waves pushed up from the river, growing to more than twenty feet high in an instant.
The people of the Seven Kills Sect were all changed. Although they were halfway up the mountain and higher than the wave, facing such a wave, they felt a strong oppression in their hearts for no reason.
Among them, the four elders' senses were more sensitive, and they discovered that in addition to the big wave in front, there seemed to be a dark momentum pressing down on the mountain behind.
A wolf in front and a tiger in the back, attacking from both sides? !
This thought flashed through the minds of the four elders, and their figures immediately changed, using Manjushri's demon-subduing footwork transformed from the White Eyebrow Fist.
The large number of disciples following them felt four figures swirling around the outside. The huge air current suddenly sucked them in and squeezed them, merging the crowd together.
The air flow rotated, but it did not form a tornado. Instead, with the cooperation of the four elders, a strange phenomenon occurred, forming a strong wind curtain, covering the entire crowd.
Wow!
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At this moment, big waves came ashore and crashed onto the mountain.
The waves did not break and recede. After approaching the mountain, the chaotic water flow was like a school of fish, rushing upward along the mountain.
However, just when this wave was about to hit everyone in the Seven Kills Sect, all the water flowed into the sky again.
The people of the Seven Kills Cult could not help but slowly raise their heads following the direction of the water flow.
Outside the dim curtain of strong wind, the turbulent white and shining water was like countless flying fish spreading their wings, flying high into the sky in groups, flying over their heads.
The water turned into a transparent film, literally taking the shape of thousands of flying fish, and the inside of the fish seemed to be carrying colorless air.
Butterflies cannot fly across the sea, but flying fish can cross the sea and climb mountains.
This dreamlike scene is full of unrealistic beauty, but after all the water flowing and flying fish reached the top of the mountain, an earth-shattering and absolutely real loud noise immediately erupted.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The vibration of the mountain awakened everyone in the Seven Kills Sect from their dreamy beauty, and turned around to look around.
On the top of the mountain, a stream of gray air collided with those flying fish-like sword waves.
Mount Emei is covered with low clouds and fog, and although the dark air current was originally very powerful, it was mixed in the clouds and mist, making it difficult to detect.
But the wave of swords flew into the sky, washing the sky and making the dark air flow stand out.
The four elders also stopped and looked at the scene on the top of the mountain in shock.
They didn't expect that Wudang Visitor's sword would have such mysterious changes and have such terrifying power.
If the target of the sword strike just now was them, I am afraid that even if the four of them worked together, they would not be able to catch it.
What makes the four people even more frightened is that they vaguely feel that the leader may not be able to withstand such a sword!
This idea came from instinct, but it made them reluctant to trust their own judgment.
How could this happen? Since this Wudang sect member uses a sword, he will never be the famous Jiuying. What position in Wudang does he have that he can have such a method? Who is that person from the west?
The collision between the two soon came to an end, and the situation was almost evenly divided.
The flying water waves all collapsed and flowed all over the ground, and the gray air flow was also dissolved by the new gaseous substances produced by the reorganization in the water waves.
Although it is not a direct remedy to the problem, it can minimize the toxicity of the gas coming from the west and is almost harmless to people.
The clouds and mist covering the Emei Mountain General Altar were pushed aside by the air waves generated by the collision between the two.
The sky was bright, and the blue dome illuminated the mountain peak from the circular hollow of clouds.
Qiu Di stepped onto the shore, his long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the sword spikes fluttered.
The sword, which is as silver as a mirror, has a seven-color halo.
"The martial arts of Yuanjun Temple!"
On the main altar of the Seven Kills Cult, there is the tallest bell tower. A tall man in yellow and red robes landed on the top of the bell tower and looked down at the mountain.
"I said how could a mere Seven Kills Cult cause my brother to disappear? Sure enough, it was your Yuanjun Temple people who caused the trouble."
The man with braided hair let out a low roar and said, "Yun Qing, Yun Qing, brother will avenge you now!"
