At the top of Guangmingding, the terrain is steep, the valley is deep and the sea of clouds is rolling.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Song Yuanqiao was a little confused: "Master, how should we go down the mountain?"
Although Wudang and Zhang Wuji have a close relationship, and now everyone in the Ming Cult regards Zhang Wuji as their acting leader, there are still a few people from the six major sects who are unwilling to hide in caves with the Ming Cult.
They are righteous heroes. If they have a choice, they will not fall into the dog hole!
The key thing is, since Cheng Kun knows the secret ways of Mingjiao, will Yuan Bing also know it?
Although it is said that the Yuan soldiers cannot surround the mountain for too long, and the secret passage can only be blocked by one man, but ten thousand people cannot open it. But it can also be understood conversely, does the Yuan soldiers only need to block the exit, and only one man can block it?
Even if you are cruel, just use loess, plant ashes, stones and other materials to directly seal the entrance of the cave. Wouldn't that be a turtle in the cave, ready to be slaughtered?
But looking at the vast sea of clouds at the foot of the mountain, the senior leaders of the six sects who rushed over, including Zhang Wuji and others, were at a loss. How could this go on?
Miejie frowned and looked at his young apprentice.
Those who are able should work harder.
The girl pointed to the top of the mountain opposite and said with a serious face, "Let's go down the mountain from there."
Everyone looked at the mountaintop opposite them, which was nearly a hundred feet away from them and could not be seen clearly under the thick fog, and they all doubted their lives.
Could it be that they are practicing martial arts and this Emei is cultivating immortality?
Zhou Zhiruo stopped talking, held the corners of her clothes with her fingers, and gently tore them off.
"Wow!" After a while, a long white thin line appeared in my hand.
Then I looked around and saw that there happened to be a huge bluestone on the mountain, which was three people tall and four people wide. The girl pushed it casually, and with her strength, the big bluestone moved slightly.
Song Yuanqiao ducked slightly under the bluestone.
The girl nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with the quality of the bluestone. Then she pointed, gathered momentum, and pointed at the center of the bluestone.
"Boo~"
A small hole appeared directly in the middle of the bluestone.
Zhang Wuji opened his mouth slightly:???
With this finger power, if I had appeared just now when I was challenging the heroes, and if I pointed it down, would I have died on the spot?
Over there, Zhiruo drilled a hole in the bluestone again, and then tied the white thin thread tightly to it.
The bystanders looked puzzled.
Zhou Zhiruo then said: "I will tie this thin line to the opposite mountain later. If it is a little lower, the senior sisters can just swing over it."
Song Yuanqiao looked at the thin thread and was very suspicious: "Miss Zhou, can your thin thread bear our weight?"
"Don't worry, Master Song. This is the silk spun by a special type of silkworm. It is extremely strong. Only a few people in our Emei sect can break it. So far, none of the silkworm silk sold has been bad." Zhiruo smiled.
road.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the bottom of the endless cliff and wanted to complain. Mount Emei is so high. Obviously, if this thing breaks, I can't tell you anything.
Then Zhou Zhiruo put her green little finger between her lips: "Shh~"
The clear whistle sounded again between heaven and earth.
Looking at the girl's small cherry mouth, some of the disciples who were watching swallowed for some unknown reason.
The human heart needs nourishment, and it is human nature to appreciate beautiful things.
"Hey~" A moment later, a huge golden eagle landed on the top of the mountain. Its feathers were shining with golden light. It was as tall as a person, with sharp eyes and a powerful momentum.
Everyone subconsciously stepped aside. Song Yuanqiao glanced at Bai He who was squatting next to him. He was only as high as his thighs and had a bad temper.
Lost money!
Zhou Zhiruo and Mie Mie looked at each other, nodded slightly, tapped their little feet on the edge of the cliff, and jumped into the air. When they reached mid-air, their clothes fluttered, flying light and graceful, as if they were immortals. Then their bodies flashed, leaving traces of debris in the air.
The shadow disappeared into the sea of clouds after a moment.
"Collapse~"
The thin thread straightens instantly.
Everyone was stunned. They originally thought that the girl was going to fly across the valley with the help of the giant eagle, but they didn't expect that she could fly hundreds of feet in the air.
What is the difference between Qinggong and immortality?
Aren’t we all martial arts practitioners? Are our ancestors here? There’s something wrong with this person!
"Sisters and seniors on the other side of the mountain, please wrap your clothes around your palms, slide them over one by one along the thin line, and follow me here!
If anyone misses it and the golden eagle catches it, the danger is not great!"
A clear and sweet sound came from the mountain opposite, with only a few lingering sounds.
Everyone has become accustomed to it. Although Zhou Zhiruo is not very old, everyone has already assumed that he is equal to the martial arts legend Zhang Sanfeng. No matter how exaggerated his behavior is, they can still find reasons to convince themselves.
Human beings, there will always be some differences!
Jiejie turned around, looked at the Mingjiao team, and said coldly: "Yang Xiao, you were seriously injured today, and I don't want to take advantage of others, but I will always remember what you said: Yitian Sword, it's nothing more than that! Haha.
If your Mingjiao can escape this disaster, I will come back to you to settle the debt between senior brother and Xiaofu in the future!"
Yang Xiao flattered me and was very embarrassed.
Zhang Wuji's martial arts skills were defeated by the heads of the four major sects in a row, which already surpassed him by a lot, and this extinct move could knock him out, which is obviously otherworldly. How can he be happy in the future if such an enemy takes care of him?
He even wants to slap himself when he was young now. Why is he so mean-mouthed?
Forget it if you talk too much about the key points. There are so many girls in the world, so we have to find Emei girls ourselves, and they also abandon their wives and children. In fact, he didn't know that Ji Xiaofu was pregnant at the time. How could he do it in a pinch?
Is there such a coincidence?
He would never set foot in the Central Plains again! Yang Xiao secretly made up his mind.
"Yang Xiao! Why didn't you say anything? When you were sparring with my senior brother, weren't you very arrogant?" Miejie continued to ask.
Yang Xiao turned his head and looked into the distance.
I won't speak, you bite me!
"Ha~" Miejie looked at it with disdain, jumped up slightly, stepped on the silk thread lightly, flew forward dozens of feet, used strength on the thin thread again, and disappeared from everyone's sight several times in a row.
Yang Xiao sipped his lips and looked at each other with the Green Winged Bat King who had only one arm left.
This old nun is so fierce!
You must know how high the mountain is and how windy and foggy the mountain stream is. If you want to achieve such a relaxed and freehand flow, you can't do it without profound skills and peerless lightness skills.
Several Emei disciples in the back hung their sleeves or handkerchiefs on thin threads and slid them directly along. There were also a few whose legs were weak from high mountains. They didn't know what they had promised to the golden eagle, so they just lay on the golden eagle.
The eagle flew over.
Make others envious.
They also want to ride the eagle!
Song Yuanqiao once again stared at the white crane beside him that was quietly preening its feathers: Dabai.
Dabai:???
Can you try to look at me again? Do you think I can support you? I asked you to feed me more food, but you don’t want to! Don’t you know that I am growing now?
Song Yuanqiao:......
Each of these Emei disciples has a strong foundation in Qinggong, and I don’t know how they usually practice it.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Yuanqiao watched helplessly as a little yellow cat carried a bamboo basket as tall as a person, staggering on a thin line and gradually disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Several people's eyes were straightened when they saw it.
Are they worse than a cat?
"Song Dafa, Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Mo and Brother Qingshu have endless mountains and streams, and the vast snow-capped mountains and ice cliffs in the Kunlun Mountains. Without food and drink, they can easily die or be injured.
Why don't you Wudang sect hide in the secret passage with me?" Zhang Wuji invited enthusiastically.
What he thought was that if possible, it would be better to resolve the hatred between Wudang and Mingjiao.
Song Yuanqiao shook his head: "Farewell!"
Not to mention that Wudang is the leader of the righteous path, the key is that his junior brother Yu Daiyan was paralyzed by the Sky Eagle Cult, the Green Winged Bat King is also a vampire demon, and the Ming Cult disciples at the foot of Wudang Mountain are even more evil.
He felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought about staying with those Ming Cult demons and being dependent on others.
After Song Yuanqiao left, Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu also said goodbye one by one.
"Wuji, farewell. After this sadness, remember to come to Wudang so that Master can be happy to see you. Master has been talking about you many times during these years of isolation!" Zhang Songxi said.
Zhang Wuji took a few steps forward and bowed to see him off.
Yu Lianzhou patted him on the shoulder: "My dear Wuji, today's battle has made you famous all over the world, and you have shown great kindness to the Ming Cult. I hope you will give me more advice and guidance in the future, so that the Ming Cult will change its ways and do less bad things."
Zhang Wuji nodded: "My child obeys the teachings of his uncle and should do his best."
The last one, Song Qingshu, looked at him with a complicated expression.
I thought today would be the day when he would become famous in the world, but it turned out that a little-known junior disciple actually surpassed the others in skills, and his dignified chief disciple of three generations became the background.
"Junior brother, farewell!" Song Qingshu said with cupped hands.
"Senior Brother Qingshu, slow down!"
After everyone left, Zhang Wuji felt melancholy. He and the Four Wudang Heroes reunited after a long separation, and they were separated again. He knew clearly that the Wudang Masters really loved him.
But for everyone in Mingjiao, this is not necessarily the case.
Turning around, he looked at Yang Xiao and others.
"Retreat."
"It's the leader!"
"Don't call me leader. According to the instructions of Leader Yang, wait until my adoptive father comes back before letting him take over as leader."
"Good leader."
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"Kill!" On the Xianxian Gorge, thousands of people, led by Beggar Clan elder Chen Youliang and assisted by several small sects such as the Giant Whale Clan, Sea Sand Sect, and Shen Fist Sect, were rushing towards Guangmingding.
According to reliable information, the six major factions had already won a complete victory, so Chen Youliang led his people to rush upward.
The six major sects eat meat, so of course they go there now to drink some soup. The Ming sect has hundreds of years of accumulation, money, magical powers, and treasures. Naturally, they have everything.
And these small sects, including the Beggar Clan, are mostly idiots. If you are lucky enough to pick up one or two magical skills, it will be the blessings accumulated by your ancestors for eight generations, and it will become a family heirloom in the future.
Even a small dish can prosper a family, let alone a magical skill.
It really doesn't work. This Mingjiao carved building and painted building is extremely rich. Even if you get some jewelry and money, it will be a windfall. If you don't have any money, can't those exquisitely carved door panels and windows be sold for money?
Chen Youliang rushed to the front, and his heart was even more intense. He had already received the news that the Ming Cult's Green-winged Bat King had one of his arms chopped off by Master Jiejie of Emei.
If he could have the opportunity to catch Na Wei Yixiao and force him to discover his unrivaled Qing Kung, then he would be invincible anywhere in the future.
If you have that kind of Qinggong, what can you do wrong? Go against the old nun in Emei? Isn't it bad to steal jade and incense?
He had already thought of a nickname, so he called it: Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles! Grand and lonely.
The strong are always lonely.
"Report to Elder Chen, the Mingjiao General Altar, which has been operated for more than a hundred years and has hundreds of beautiful halls and houses, has been burned by fire. The fire is too strong and brothers cannot enter at all." A disciple of the Beggar Clan came over.
report.
Chen Youliang's heart sank. Each of these Mingjiao disciples were so fierce that they were directly martyred? Then would he still have a chance to walk alone for thousands of miles?
…
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the main camp and the middle camp of the Yuan army.
Zhao Min, who had changed into a set of tight-fitting clothes, sat silently in the handsome camp.
Zhou Zhiruo was really powerful. Not only could she shatter her telescope from a few miles away, but he could even poison her remotely and make her incontinent.
Such a strong person is truly terrifying.
I hope Shixiang Ruanjin Powder can be useful!
During this encirclement and suppression, she will stay far away. If a gentleman does not stand behind a wall, what he fears most is their beheading when dealing with martial arts masters.
"Minmin, what's wrong, the masters of the six major sects and the Mingjiao people are gone!" Zhao Qiang came in and shouted.
Zhao Min frowned. The person coming was the son of the seventh prince of the current dynasty. Unlike her father, the seventh prince was a brother to the current emperor. He had a sworn relationship and held a high position of power. Moreover, he had been married to her since childhood and would be married soon.
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Even though her father was crowned king for his military exploits and made great achievements in suppressing rebellions in various places, he still didn't have much trust. In recent days, there was even news that the court was preparing to recall his father.
That's why she took advantage of the young prince's relationship to mobilize troops and prepare to wipe out all martial arts circles in the world.
Not only Mingjiao, Wudang, Shaolin, Emei and other sects are stationed there, but she will also send soldiers and masters there to use poison, explosives, false surrender and other means to try to uproot these so-called heroes.
This is her ultimate goal.
She believed that as long as King Ruyang made greater contributions, the imperial court would not take back military power.
"Minmin, what should we do now?" the young prince asked anxiously.
Zhao Min glanced at the young prince and frowned.
Such a person is impulsive and sensitive, uneducated and has no skills. He only obeys his own words and has no independent thinking ability. How can he be worthy of himself?
Engagement? She hates that damn engagement!
Thinking of Zhou Zhiruo, Zhao Min was very envious.
It would be great if she were an unparalleled powerful person who could not be defeated by anyone. In this way, even the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty would be more polite to her and award her with titles!
Yes, catch her and learn her martial arts!
Zhao Min made up his mind: "This Guangmingding has been surrounded by me. The people of the six major sects are unable to fly. There must be a secret passage above. Send people to search the mountain!"
Zhao Qiang was stunned: "But now that mountain is filled with some miscellaneous gangs that we lured there, and the fire at Guangmingding is too fierce, so we can't get in at all!"
Zhao Min glanced at him, how could such a man be worthy of himself without any decisiveness?
Slap the table.
"Bang~"
"Princess, what are your orders?" Master Ku, who appeared like a ghost, asked in sign language with his fists clasped.
"Catch everyone on the top of the mountain, feed them all with some strength, and ask them to help search the mountain." Zhao Min ordered.
