The land is vast, clouds and mountains are covered in mist. I can only hear the tramping of horse hooves, but I can't see anything three or four feet away.

This group of cavalry consisted of more than a hundred people, each wearing a black scarf, but the leader was holding a thin Zen staff.

"Abbott, there is the sound of horse hooves ahead!" the pathfinder disciple reported.

It turned out that the leader was an old monk with two white eyebrows drooping on his face.

"Echo from the empty valley, I don't know how many people there are."

Everyone looked up and saw hundreds of people and horses galloping towards them in the mist.

"Be on guard!" another man shouted, drawing out the long sword in his hand.

"Abbott, could he be a horse thief?"

It is not surprising that there are many horse thieves and bandits in these Jiulian barren mountains, robbing everyone who comes and goes.

"Not necessarily!" The abbot waved his hand, indicating to everyone to raise the flag.

The two disciples behind him rode forward and raised the wrapped black chess piece. The breeze blew gently, and they saw the five characters "Songshan Shaolin Sect" written on it.

It turns out that these hundred or so people are all disciples of the Shaolin sect. But the strange thing is that most of them are lay people who practice Buddhism with their hair on, and only a few are bald.

The abbot of Shaolin nodded and looked at the two knights on one side. Both of them were dressed in white clothes and had white gauze covering their faces, but they were very different from other Shaolin disciples.

"Yiyangzi, why don't you raise the flag?" the abbot of Shaolin asked in confusion.

Yiyangzi and the disciple Ma Junwu on the side looked at each other, and they both saw embarrassment in the other's eyes.

"We have little power, so we won't fly the flag. You have more people, so you use it." Yiyangzi poked Ma Junwu, and then he explained.

The abbot of Shaolin expressed his understanding. There were only two people in the Kuocang sect, which was really pitiful. They did not dare to come to participate in the martial arts conference, which was commendable for their courage.

At this time, the team on the opposite side also raised a big flag. Now everyone felt relieved.

Putting up a flag when meeting someone is a way of meeting someone who is a big player in the world.

Yiyangzi took a closer look and saw the words "Kongtong Chaoyang" written on the other party's large yellow pot.

"Come here!" Shaolin disciples shouted.

But when he heard the sound of the galloping cavalry echoing in the ravines, the Shaolin abbot hurriedly ordered: "Everyone, please watch carefully and don't rush to take action."

When the two sides met and saw two big flags, one black and one yellow, they both let down their guard.

"Aha, it turns out to be the Songshan Shaolin Sect!"

"It turns out that it's the Shangguan leader sent by Kongtong in the northwest!" The abbot of Shaolin raised his hands to say hello.

The leader of Shangguan, wearing a Taoist crown and holding a claw-like strange weapon in his hand, also raised his hand and said: "Fortunately, the Shaolin sect raised the flag in time. This is a no-nonsense zone. We are in a hurry and really don't want to cause trouble."

"Yes, it would be embarrassing to fight." Shaolin Abbot said.

"Huh?" Head Shangguan pointed at Yiyangzi and Ma Jun Martial Arts, "These two don't look like disciples of your noble sect?"

The abbot of Shaolin raised his hand and introduced, "This is Taoist Master Yiyangzi, the leader of Kuocang Sect, and this is his disciple Ma Junwu."

Yiyangzi nodded slightly, but he and Ma Junwu were both wearing white gauze scarves, and others couldn't see their expressions clearly.

"Kuocang sect?" A hint of contempt flashed across Shangguan's leader's expression, "In the past few years, this sect has rarely been heard of in the martial arts world."

He glanced at Yiyangzi and Ma Junwu, and then said: "Why, you are attending a martial arts conference and you don't even bring a flag?"

Ma Junwu lowered his head in embarrassment and said softly: "Master..."

"Why don't we also make poles and flags to carry?"

Yiyangzi glanced at Ma Junwu and said casually: "Is he a man? Others can be shaken by just two words?"

"It's not that we're wavering, we can't be so low-key in the arena!" Ma Junwu said as he unloaded the empty baggage behind him.

"What can we use as a flag?" Yiyangzi asked.

Ma Junwu hissed and tore off a large piece of the baggage, "This!"

"But there is no ink, what can I write with?"

"Write? It's more sincere to write in blood." Ma Junwu muttered.

"Would it be too bloody?"

"Won't."

"Where can I get blood?"

Yiyangzi and Ma Junwu's eyes wandered around, and everyone was startled and shrank back.

The head of Shangguan sent by Kongtong was even more prepared, thinking that these two people were going to do harm to them. What he said was too provocative.

Suddenly, Ma Junwu grabbed Yiyangzi's hand, and Yiyangzi also grabbed the opponent's hand with his backhand. The two exchanged arms, but they were evenly matched.

"With your blood!"

"With your blood!"

The two of them got into a fight, and they didn't look like Master's disciples.

Master Shangguan then let down his guard and shook his head. The abbot of Shaolin seemed to have gotten used to these two living treasures, and said to the leader of Kongtong Sect: "Master Shangguan, let's continue on our way!"

"Time is precious, let's go!" the head of Shangguan replied.

As a result, the two teams of Shaolin and Kongtong gathered together and started galloping together in the barren mountains. The two teams ran very fast. When they looked from a height, they saw only about 200 people.

Very spectacular.

"Master! Look at them, and then look at us." Ma Junwu and Yiyangzi were both leaning on their horses. There was also a small branch stuck on Yiyangzi's horseback, with the words "Kuo Cang" written on it in blood.

"Pie" are three desolate little words.

"There are only two of us, how can we be on equal footing with others..." Ma Junwu muttered, with frustration in his words.

Yiyangzi stood up and held the reins, "It's okay if you don't come. This is a martial arts conference held by the government. There are so many grievances in the world, not because the power of the various martial arts is not clearly divided."

Yiyangzi slapped Ma Junwu's belly suddenly, arousing him and said, "If we don't come to the meeting, our mountain will be gone."

Ma Junwu poked Yiyangzi with his finger and said, "I really don't understand why you are always guarding that broken mountain."

"The trees in Kuocang Mountain are all thinner than other people's. According to me, it's better to fly a pigeon to send a message and tell the junior brothers to disband on the spot... It doesn't matter if you become a bodyguard or go out to perform as a entertainer...

..Junior brothers all have families to take care of, so you can’t tie them up there.”

"Pah!" Before Ma Junwu could finish his words, Yiyangzi slapped him on the head.

"Evil disciple, you..." Yiyangzi thought again that there seemed to be only one disciple in his sect who could do it, and the others were either old, weak or sick.

Alas, forget it!

Yiyangzi's tone softened, "You should always think of the good in everything..."

Ma Junwu rubbed his head and muttered: "I'm not the only one who thinks about it every time... If I wasn't afraid that you wouldn't pay back the money you owe me, I would have left long ago."

Thinking of this, Ma Junwu felt even more unreliable. He shook Yiyangzi's arm and said, "Come on, give me back the money you made before you became the leader. Otherwise, the mountains behind will be gone, and everyone will go their separate ways, and the world will be in turmoil."

You are so old, where can I find you?"

Seeing that Yiyangzi didn't respond, Ma Junwu continued to read: "Hey, why did I follow you up the mountain in the first place? Wouldn't it be better to farm at the foot of the mountain..."

He was like a fly swarming around his ears. Yiyangzi couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Are you done yet?"

"You forced me to call you master!" Ma Junwu also looked indignant.

At the beginning, the Kuocang sect was about to disband because the previous generation leader was beaten to death. As the last disciple, Yiyangzi was unwilling to give up his ancestral legacy, so he stayed with the intention of revitalizing the Kuocang sect.

.

But it is a pity that Yiyangzi himself is not very good in martial arts and has no financial connections. It is not easy to maintain such a sect. So, he thought hard and began to go down the mountain to take in homeless people and deceive some.

Lonely old people or ignorant young people go up the mountain to strengthen the power of the Kuocang sect.

This is how Ma Junwu was tricked into going up the mountain.

Yiyangzi met him for the first time in a casino. Both of them were gambling at the same table, but Yiyangzi was really unlucky. He always lost no matter how he gambled. At this time, he took the opportunity to ask Ma Junwu for help.

If you get money, then the money will be gone.

In order to collect debts, Ma Junwu followed Yiyangzi all the way to Kuocang Mountain. Then he was fooled by Yiyangzi and became his disciple. However, over the past few years, Ma Junwu is indeed a good martial artist and has learned martial arts.

If you have reached 7788, the rest is just up to your own practice. Yiyangzi doesn’t have much to teach.

Yiyangzi was in the ascendant, so he had no choice but to give up, sighed, "hum", covered his mouth with a white gauze scarf, and rode forward on his own, not talking to this traitor anymore.

Ma Junwu muttered a few words and followed him forward.

The large troops in front descended the mountainside, and the road between the ravines was not easy to walk, so they had to slow down. At this moment, a strong wind suddenly came up, which caused the reeds on both sides to sway and fly sand and rocks.

Everyone's horses neighed loudly, but when they heard a wonderful sound, a gust of wind blew over their heads.

Everyone looked up and saw the shadow of a huge bird.

"what?"

Ma Junwu wiped his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

But I saw a huge crane flying in the air, and there was a figure sitting on it.
To be continued...