"River Map": "Thirty-six hundred miles down the north side of Kunlun Mountain, there are eight mysterious secluded capitals, two hundred thousand miles across, four pillars under the ground, one hundred thousand miles wide, three thousand six hundred axes on the ground, and canine teeth holding each other up."
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Emei disciples didn't see anything like Youdu, they only knew that in this vast Kunlun, it was really a waste of time.
Originally, according to the plan, Miejie and his disciples would go to a village every night and then find an inn or restaurant to rest. If there was none, they could also stay in a village.
But when I entered Kunlun, I realized that the place was too desolate and could be deserted for hundreds of miles.
Not to mention a place to live, even food is not easy to find. Fortunately, their Emei faction brought Xiaopeng with them, and they often caught bison and wild sheep, so they could give them extra meals from time to time. Otherwise, there would have been many non-combatants at this moment.
Attrition.
With the last ray of sunset, night falls in the Kunlun Mountains, the wind is still blowing, and occasionally there are a few sounds of unknown animals in the distance, which always makes people feel butterflies in their hearts.
In addition to being on duty outside, most of the Emei disciples had already retreated into their tents early. Two or three people shared a quilt. They could also join a group to keep warm. It was too cold outside.
This tent was also bought in the last city where it was hard to find. Because there are often heavy rains and hail in the wild here. Without a tent, they would not be able to rest at night.
"Whoosh whoosh~" the strong wind howled.
Zhou Zhiruo was on guard tonight, sitting by the fire, warming Lele up and adding firewood to it.
Lele seems to be a little afraid of the cold. Ever since she went to Kunlun Mountain, she has slept in her arms most of the time. She is no longer as lively as she was in Mount Emei.
As for adding firewood, in the wild, it is said that this fire can drive away wild beasts. But for some reason, their team has not seen a single wild beast except for the one captured by Xiaopeng.
Zhang Wuji walked over and asked with concern: "Sister Zhiruo, long time no see. How are you doing in Emei?"
Zhou Zhiruo looked up at him and said coldly: "Brother Zhang, Emei and Wudang have always had a good relationship, so the disciples are all friends of the same generation, so you can call me Junior Sister Zhou.
Besides, you already have a wife, and you come over to talk to me late at night, how do you want your wife to deal with herself?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned and quickly explained: "A Zhu is not my wife!"
"Haha~" Zhou Zhiruo smiled but said nothing.
Sure enough, Lele was right, men are just like children, they treat women like toys and they like to play with things they have never played with before.
Seeing that the girl didn't believe it, Zhang Wuji was a little anxious: "Junior Sister Zhiruo, it's true, my promise to marry Ah Zhu was just a temporary measure."
"A gentleman's words are hard to follow. No matter what the situation is, since you have agreed to marry her, don't say anything about what is expedient or inappropriate. You are Miss A Zhu's only relative now. I see that she also loves you very much, so you can
You can't even do anything to feel sorry for her.
Senior Brother Zhang, respect yourself!" Zhiruo said coldly.
Zhang Wuji:
Ah Zhu was very affectionate towards him? He was almost beaten and kicked!
"Okay, Zhang Wuji, I just went out to relieve myself for a while, and you came out to hook up with other women!" Ah Zhu rushed out and twisted Zhang Wuji's ears and cursed.
"Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Zhang Wuji didn't practice any hard skills, so he screamed in pain.
"Quickly, come back with me. I tell you, as long as I'm here, I won't allow you to talk to any vixen!" Ah Zhu twisted his sweetheart's ears and dragged her into the tent.
Zhou Zhiruo smiled.
"Meow~" the little yellow cat jumped on the shovel's shoulder and stuck out its little tongue.
"Suck it~" He licked the pink earlobe, then his big eyes widened, he hugged the girl's white neck with his two claws, and looked at Zhang Wuji provocatively.
How about my shit-scratcher? Isn’t it beautiful? It smells delicious. It has nothing to do with you!
Zhang Wuji was very envious, but was still dragged away by Ah Zhu.
Looking at sister Zhiruo's pretty face that was flushed with white, the young man just wanted to shout.
Let that girl go!
"Hehe, Lele, don't make trouble, it's so itchy!" Zhiruo quickly hugged the little yellow cat into her arms, her face red with embarrassment and as pretty as a flower.
She has learned feminine virtues under the guidance of Senior Sister Jingxuan since she was a child, but now there are outsiders.
Zhang Wuji's eyes gradually straightened, and then he was blindfolded by a pair of hands.
"Pah~" Ah Zhu slapped him angrily and cursed: "Still looking!"
She is the granddaughter of Yin Tianzheng, the King of Ming Dynasty, the White-browed Eagle. Her mother died in depression because her father, King Yin Ye, took a concubine, so she has made up her mind since she was a child to keep a close eye on her sweetheart.
Zhang Wuji covered his face that was red from being beaten, feeling helpless. Although he beat ten spiders with his martial arts skills, he had a weak character and could not attack girls at all.
too difficult!
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On a big tree far away from Emei's station, the Green-winged Bat King 'Wei Yixiao' was observing intently. When he saw a woman wearing the costume of an Emei disciple coming in and out, she frowned.
A month ago, they received news from Mingjiao that six sects gathered to besiege Guangmingding. They originally thought someone was playing a joke on them.
After all, who would have thought that these six major sects would be so idle, each one traveling thousands of miles to fight them outside the Great Wall.
Although Yang Xiao, the acting leader of the Ming Cult, sent his disciples out to find out the news and even summoned branches from all over the country to come back for reinforcements, he still didn't take it seriously.
But what he saw today made him believe it.
Mingjiao has reached the point of life and death!
After watching for a long time, Wei Yixiao was ready to teach them a lesson, letting them know that this is the territory of the Ming Cult, not a place where they can just come and go.
After a while.
"Zhizhi~zhizhizhi~" The strange and gloomy voice echoed endlessly around the Emei station.
"Who!" Zhiruo warned loudly.
After a while, all the disciples and Miejie came out. Dark clouds covered the moon. At this time, it was impossible to see the situation in the distance, but the sound seemed to come from all directions.
"What's going on?" Mie Mie said in a deep voice.
Zhiruo's little ears twitched and she said: "Master, there is a Qing Gong master who has been making strange noises around our camp."
Miejie pondered for a moment and remembered that there was a Dharma King in the Ming Cult who was extremely skilled in lightness: "It may be Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King. He may want to attack the camp, everyone, be careful!"
"yes!"
After giving instructions to his disciples, Miejie held the Yitian Sword and simply sat on the stone to meditate. Although he closed his eyes, he kept paying attention to his surroundings.
After Wei Yixiao made a fuss in the camp for a while, he stared at the white and tender necks of the Emei disciples, licked his lips, salivated, but did not do anything, just found a big tree and fell asleep.
Now none of the Emei disciples dared to take a rest, and were in full swing, but once they were full of energy, they failed again. Early in the morning was when they were most sleepy. By then, if he killed a few Emei disciples in a sneak attack, it would seriously affect the morale of the Emei sect.
This goes on and on, and in less than half a month, the Emei Sect may collapse.
This is the ability of a top Qinggong master!
But don't mention it, this Emei Internal Skill is really unique. Those disciples are really more agile than the other, and they can even smell the fragrance of blood that makes his heart beat from a mile away.
Due to a training accident, he had to absorb human blood at intervals to relieve the coldness in his body. Over the years, his taste for blood has become even more unique.
All of the disciples of Emei are absolutely top-grade! There is even a top-grade disciple!
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In the early morning, Kunlun Snow Mountain is still sleeping, with blue-black sky and cold stars twinkling.
Jingxu came to the fire, Zhiruo was holding the little yellow cat and watching the surroundings carefully, while Lele was sleeping soundly with his tongue hanging out.
Jingxu saw it funny. After so many years, this kitten has not grown up at all, but it has become the heart treasure of the Emei disciples.
It is extremely cute, and it can repel mosquitoes and tame animals. They even suspected that it was a mythical beast that Samantabhadra sat down to protect them in Emei.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed the cat's soft belly. The little yellow cat's small body subconsciously curled up into a ball, but its eyes had not yet opened. It was obvious that he was sleeping soundly.
Jingxu smiled and said: "Zhiruo, go back and rest, let me watch over you."
Zhou Zhiruo nodded: "Senior sister, be careful, the person coming here is not weak in qinggong and can just restrain you."
Jingxu said proudly: "No problem, no matter how high the Qing Gong is, it can't hurt me!"
After hearing this, Zhiruo went back with confidence.
Senior Sister Jingxu is a disciple who has been ordained. She has been practicing Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu since she was a child. Originally, because she was a woman, she was unable to reach the sixth level of practice. Although she looks tall and powerful, her strength is not much better than those of those who practice horizontally.
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However, since Zhiruo passed down the Yijin Bone Strengthening Chapter and the unknown body-building exercises, coupled with the long-term use of Bu Yuan Dan, Senior Sister Jingxu's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has advanced by leaps and bounds, and has now reached the unprecedented twelfth level.
Thousands of pounds of strength!
With such power, no matter how good the Qinggong is, the person coming here should not pose any threat to her.
From the top of the tree two miles away, Wei Yixiao looked at the camp. As he expected, after one night, all the Emei disciples were exhausted.
When I saw that the person keeping watch at night turned out to be a tall woman, I felt secretly happy.
He's big and has a lot of blood, so I can just give him a boost.
Thinking in his mind, Wei Yixiao covered his body with the bat suit, turning it into a cloth bag, and then threw himself directly towards the camp.
"Plop~" the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Jingxu was immediately alarmed, drew her sword and walked over there. Several other senior sisters, including Miexie, also surrounded her.
As a master of horizontal training, Jingxu did her duty, stepped forward, and gently moved the bag with her sword. She was afraid that there was a fellow disciple inside, otherwise, according to her personality, she would just go through with a sword.
Suddenly, the bag was opened, and inside was a man with sharp cheeks and a sharp mouth, and his face was gray and bloodless.
"Hehe~" laughed, and Wei Yixiao moved in front of Jingxu, hugging her waist.
The two of them remained motionless.
"Huh?" he said in surprise.
Wei Yixiao felt like he was hugging a big mountain.
"I caught you." Jingxu pinched the person's arm directly with her big hand, a cruel smile on her face, and slowly applied force.
"Click~"
"What the hell~" Wei Yixiao screamed, and immediately struck the man's chest with a powerful palm. It was his famous secret skill: Ice Palm!
"Bang~" After the palm came down, the woman didn't even take a step back, and even said with a ferocious smile: "Didn't you eat? Try harder!"
Wei Yixiao:???
There is something wrong with Emei!
Seeing the senior sister being surrounded, other disciples also came over with swords drawn.
The situation was critical, Wei Yixiao no longer hesitated, pulled out the blade from his waist and cut off his arm directly: "Goodbye!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples saw the man in the green-striped robe already several feet away, running at full speed. The speed of that person's body was really unbelievable. In an instant, he was already dozens of steps away.
There is absolutely no way they can catch up.
Miejie snorted coldly, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, changed his shape in a few steps and chased after him.
Feeling the strong wind behind him, Wei Yixiao was startled. He thought that his Qinggong skills were unparalleled in the world, but he didn't expect that this old nun was not inferior to him, and could even take the lead.
In his current state, if he were to catch up, he would definitely not be able to do well against the sharp edge of the Yitian Sword.
Gritting his teeth, Wei Yixiao blocked the blood from his severed arm and spurted out: "Old nun, look at the poison!"
After a pause, Mie Mie raised his hand and palmed the palm, and the palm phoenix knocked the blood away. It fell to the ground with a squeaking sound. It was obvious that there was quite a lot of poison on it.
When she looked up again, the enemy had disappeared into the forest.
Ding Minjun and other disciples then chased after him: "Master, who is this monster?"
Master Miejie frowned and said: "This man has unparalleled Qinggong. If he is not inferior to me, he must be the 'Qing Yiwang King', one of the four kings of the Demon Sect. In terms of Qinggong, I am afraid that only Zhiruo of our Emei Sect can defeat him."
Count chips.
By the way, where is Zhiruo?"
"I'm checking up on Junior Sister Jingxu," Ding Minjun explained.
"Hmph, he's lucky!" said Mie Qi.
Everyone turned around and saw Zhi Ruo carefully helping Jingxu feel her pulse.
The height difference between the two was more than a foot, but when Jingxu faced Junior Sister Zhiruo, he was not as tough as Wei Yixiao at all, and smiled very honestly.
"Senior Sister Jingxu, although your muscles and meridians are strong, you still suffered some internal injuries and need to take good care of yourself." Zhiruo said with concern, her voice was very soft.
"Thank you, junior sister." The big man Jingxu sat in front of little junior sister Zhiruo, leaning against her.
The scene is very harmonious.
Zhang Wuji, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded from beginning to end. The Qinggong of the Ming Cult man had exceeded his imagination, but he never expected that he could only survive by cutting off his arm against an Emei disciple.
What's even more exaggerated is that the head of Emei has such a light skill that even the god-like master Zhang Zhenren can't catch up with him first, right?
After careful calculation, Zhang Wuji, who thought he was a master of martial arts, was a little frustrated to find that out of the three people currently being attacked by the Emei sect, namely Miexie, Ding Minjun and Jingxu, he was only sure of one person.
Is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with the Emei sect?
"The demon sect demon has noticed us. Please keep your sword close to your body for the rest of the journey. Don't slack off! Your life is in your own hands!" Miejie returned to the camp and ordered loudly.
"yes!"
"Martial nephew Wuji, please try not to stay away from us for the rest of the journey. These people from the Demon Cult are full of tricks and tricks, and they might just appear out of nowhere." Miejie looked at Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji quickly agreed: "Yes!"
Facing the equally tall Ming Dynasty, and remembering how Jingxu had just used his hands to crush the bones of the Ming Cult Dharma King with a smile on his face, he couldn't stand up at all.
"Bah~" A ethereal crane chirped.
Miejie raised his head with a smile on his face: "Those are the spiritual cranes from Wudang Mountain. Let's go and meet them to eliminate demons and protect the way!"
"yes!"
"Master Zhang, let's go." Jingxu walked up to Zhang Wuji, who was tall and the light dimmed.
Zhang Wuji twitched his lips: "Okay!"
Although he is the son of the Five Heroes of Wudang, he is also the grandson of the White-browed Eagle King, the four great Dharma kings of the Ming Cult. He was also treated by a famous doctor of the Ming Cult when he was suffering from cold poison when he was a child.
Regarding the battle between the Righteous Sect and the Ming Cult, I was very worried as I saw countless casualties.
How can we turn hostility into friendship?
Looking at the murderous Master Miejie in front of him, his expression became even more bitter.
