As soon as they left, Cao Zhe and the others flew to the nameless valley outside Xiangyang City on the afternoon of the next day.
While walking slowly on the mountain road, I heard the noise of weapons clashing in the distance.
When I got closer, I saw that it was a group of Wudang disciples and Quanzhen disciples fighting each other.
Listening to their conversation during the fight, the reason was probably that one of these Wudang disciples was once a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.
This group of Quanzhen disciples happened to be passing by, but they happened to have a conflict with the Wudang disciples who were guarding near the valley and were responsible for raising the Bodhisattva Snake.
It is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. If people have conflicts in the arena, they will have disputes. If disputes are not handled properly, fighting will occur.
As the head coach of Wudang, Cao Zhe is very open-minded.
Therefore, in an instant, the weapons in the hands of all Quanzhen disciples were shattered into pieces.
The swords in the hands of Wudang disciples are sheathed uncontrollably.
When they saw Cao Zhe coming out with his left and right guardians, all the Wudang disciples prostrated from the bottom of their hearts. Those Quanzhen disciples also looked uneasy. Some of their knees weakened and they even made a prostrate gesture. .
"What's the problem? Can't we sit down and talk about it?"
"We are all martial arts practitioners and tend to be impulsive. Pindao understands this very well."
"But you must know how to restrain your temper and control your emotions in everything. You must know how beautiful the world is, but we should not be so irritable." Cao Zhe said slowly in the gentlest tone.
A Quanzhen disciple seemed to have received some kind of support, and he plucked up the courage to say: "Master Zhang! You are an expert in this world, and you don't care about mundane things. But nothing can escape a single word of reason. Wu Qingfang was injured Senior Brother Chen fled down the mountain and joined the Wudang Sect. For someone like this who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, as a righteous leader of the Wudang Sect, he wants to join the sect. Is it an insult to the sect?"
The smile on Cao Zhe's face gradually turned cold.
His eyes fell on the Wudang disciple named 'Wu Fang'.
Cao Zhe has a very good memory. He can always identify the people he has met and the names he has heard.
"I remember that when he went up the mountain, he had more than forty wounds, large and small, all over his body, as well as hundreds of hidden wounds and old wounds. Living would have been difficult. If I, Wudang, hadn't had a cure for old wounds and hidden wounds, as well as a magical skill to strengthen the muscles and bones. , he is already useless."
"I don't care about the newly injured Pindao. If he dares to break out of the door, he will bear the risk of being chased. But what should I say if he is covered with old wounds and hidden wounds?"
As he spoke, Cao Zhe stared at the Quanzhen disciple sternly and said, "Pindao doesn't care how your Quanzhen sect does things. But do you think that Pindao is really good-tempered and easy to talk to?"
"Also...who are you? Are you here to question Pindao?"
"If you want to know the truth, let your headmaster Zhen Zhibing come and see if he dares to ask Pindao in front of him whether it is etiquette and righteous to accept a disciple."
These Quanzhen disciples really don’t understand.
But today, what is the right path?
Where Cao Zhe is, that is the right path!
It's simply ridiculous to want to use the word "right way" to threaten him.
All the Quanzhen disciples were so frightened by Cao Zhe's momentum that they trembled all over.
The Quanzhen disciple who questioned Cao Zhe was even sweating, and his outer clothes were soaked with sweat.
Hong Qigong then smoothed things over and said, "That's it! That's all! They are just some ignorant kids. Senior brother, if you break a leg of each of them, forget about it. There is no need to kill them."
These words made all the Quanzhen disciples even more frightened.
Cao Zhe rolled his eyes and said, "You are the only old beggar with a good heart."
After that, he strode into Cao Zhe Valley.
The old beggar hurriedly followed, talking about many ways to cook snakes, as if announcing the names of dishes.
Huang Yaoshi reached out and clicked, and several Quanzhen disciples collapsed on the ground, screaming in pain.
"I've tapped your acupuncture points as a small punishment but as a big warning. From now on, every time it rains, you must use your inner strength to suppress it, otherwise your whole body will be in unstoppable pain like this."
After Huang Yaoshi said this, he followed Cao Zhe into the valley.
The valley is no longer the same as it was before with ruins and broken rocks.
The divine eagle was lying under a big tree, and two Wudang disciples were waiting on it like an uncle, serving it with tea and water, and rubbing its shoulders and feet.
The divine eagle also often makes some comfortable purring sounds.
Don't think that these two Wudang disciples are too humble, they are very smart!
After all, Shendiao had studied with Dugu Qiubei, and he was proficient in the swordsmanship moves passed down by Dugu Qiubei. It would take these two disciples half a lifetime to show off his skills.
Seeing Cao Zhe and the others coming in, the Wudang disciples hurriedly greeted Cao Zhe and quietly looked at Cao Zhe.
For most Wudang disciples, Cao Zhe, the 'Zhenren Zhang', is legendary and hard to meet.
But Cao Zhe opened his mouth and said to the Divine Eagle: "Brother Diao! The three swords promised by Pindao have been brought back to you!"
After saying that, he untied the package from his back and placed the three swords in mid-air.
The divine eagle looked at the three swords, and his eyes fell on the sharpened black iron heavy sword. He chirped a few times, then waved his wings and sent it towards Cao Zhe.
"Are you returning it if you are not satisfied, or are you giving it to me?" Cao Zhe asked.
The sacred eagle made several long calls.
"Send it to you! Send it to you!" Of course Cao Zhe also understood the answer of the divine eagle.
"Don't be in a hurry to send me away. I'm here today to verify my method. The three swords...maybe returned to their rightful owners. I don't guarantee success...you have to see, your master has been How far has it gone?"
"If he walks too close and not far enough, I'm afraid he won't even be able to leave a shadow." Cao Zhe pointed out.
The divine eagle tilted its head and looked at Cao Zhe curiously.
It can naturally understand what people are saying.
Back then, under the guidance of Dugu Qiubai, it had a certain understanding of human language.
Of course, most of the time, it summarizes a sentence by guessing, and by the way, it also analyzes the expressions on people's faces to summarize the meaning of the words.
And this time, it was the first time it could clearly understand what people were saying.
It seems that Cao Zhe is not speaking Chinese, but a magical language that is universal to all things.
Cao Zhe walked slowly to Dugu Qiubei's grave.
Fortunately, the divine eagle guarded it well. Although the sword was stolen, Dugu Qiubei's tomb was still there.
Cao Zhe held a pine-grained wooden sword and looked at the sky.
Then he put down his sword again.
"Wait a few more hours," Cao Zhe said.
At this time, Hong Qigong could no longer hold himself back and asked impatiently: "Brother Headmaster! What are you planning to do?"
Cao Zhe replied briefly: "Calling the soul!"
"Calling souls? Whose soul is summoning?" Hong Qigong asked.
Cao Zhe said: "Of course it is the soul of Dugu Qiubai!"
"He asked for a defeat when he was alive, but he couldn't get it. Now that he is dead, I would like to give him another defeat so that he can die with peace of mind."
Hong Qi Gong automatically blocked the last sentence and asked in surprise and excitement: "Summoning souls? Is this... can this really be done?"
Cao Zhe said: "Maybe it's possible, maybe it's not possible. Isn't there a ready-made soul-calling spell?"
"I thought about giving it a try."
"The main reason is that in this sword, I feel a trace of Dugu Qiubai's sword intention left in it." As he spoke, Cao Zhe glanced at the wooden sword held in the arms of the divine eagle.
"He may have finally taken a step forward in his last years."
"So I want to see if his soul and will are strong enough to respond to my call after so many years."
Cao Zhe didn't think this kind of experiment was ridiculous.
Stopping for a moment, competing in thousands of worlds, and hundreds of millions of people traveling through time at the same time. These are extremely unbelievable things that I have experienced.
So why are you denying that there are no soul-calling, resurrection, or ghosts in the world?
As for the limits of the world...?
Are there really limits to the world?
Is it the world or cognition that limits everything?
When Cao Zhe was in the state of enlightenment, he saw the refining of the sun recorded in the sun and kept thinking about this issue.
It's just the 'setting' in the world that's not powerful enough, not the world itself.
If this setting is broken, in a sense, the world pushed by the hands behind the Ten Thousand Realms Arena should all be 'the same'.
