When Miejie led a group of high-spirited disciples and slowly entered the realm of Emei, he noticed something was wrong.
In the past, when the villagers at the foot of the mountain saw the Emei disciples, they were all grateful and awed, but now there is only fear in their eyes.
Miejie frowned and didn't ask any more questions, but gradually accelerated his pace.
Nothing will happen to Emei, right?
At the foot of the mountain, there are lush vegetation.
"Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi~" A golden monkey as tall as a person jumped around in the mountains with a group of small monkeys, accompanying the people in Emei.
After a while, the golden monkeys came over to give snacks such as nuts.
Yan Mie thought for a while and then slowed down. Since the Little Saints were all there, nothing should have happened to Emei.
"Zhizhi~" Xiaosheng, who was already taller than Zhiruo, walked up to the girl and stretched out his hand. There was a huge wild ginseng on his hand.
Miao Le was stunned, and stretched out his little tongue to lick the tender palm of his hand. His eyes were full of confusion, and his big blue round eyes were full of grievances.
Emei, we also went up the mountain smoothly at the beginning, and there were experts from the royal palace leading people to besiege us, but there are also experts in Emei, and we were defeated and retreated."
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The originally green and clean stone steps were now bright red from top to bottom, frighteningly red. Senior Sister Jingxuan, who had always been modest and polite in the past, was even covered in scars. When she saw the masters coming back, she finally smiled with relief.
Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Palace.
"yes!"
Zhao Min looked up at Zhang Wuji, thoughtfully.
Zhang Sanfeng:
Good guy, if you can't help me, let me do it, right?
"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng was delighted. Over the past few years, his third disciple Yu Daiyan had become depressed since he became a quadriplegic, and he frowned all day long.
The master is the master, strong!
If you want to conquer a man, you have to defeat him mentally like an eagle.
All the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty were Buddhist monks. Among the three giant Buddhas in Wan'an Temple, even if they traveled all over the world, they could not find the fourth one.
For some reason, he is always hard-headed towards women, especially beautiful women.
There are many temple buildings behind the tower, and they are so large that they are almost similar to Shaolin Temple. The long windows of the main hall in the middle are brightly lit.
In Wudang, things started smoothly. Ah Da wounded Zhang Sanfeng with one palm, and other masters quickly led a siege, but in the end they were defeated and retreated.
The little yellow cat fell into deep thought.
At the back of the mountain, at the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng was leisurely teaching four white cranes to practice his latest creation of Tai Chi. He was leisurely and contented, so happy.
…
Song Yuanqiao has been busy with various things in the past few days, including the pension of his disciples, the cultivation of his sect, and the most important thing is his attitude towards Yuan Ting.
Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it and smiled sweetly: "The little saint is so good!"
"You!" Zhang Wuji pointed at him, not knowing how to scold him.
Well done!
The little saint lowered his head and looked into those eyes that seemed to be filled with coldness. He was startled, and then he remembered that he seemed to be unable to defeat him.
Moreover, she has made complete preparations this time, and she will definitely succeed. When the time comes to win over Zhang Wuji, then the Great Yuan world will be as stable as Mount Tai.
Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, after we descended from Wudang Mountain, we followed Dabai to pick up the sixth junior brother. He was being besieged by several masters who were proficient in the powerful Vajra Finger. Fortunately, we rushed there in time.
The other party has already figured it out, so how can they sit still and wait for death?
Thinking of this, Song Yuanqiao took a small bottle to the back mountain. He still had to ask his master for his opinion on such a big matter.
After we forced a confession, we learned two things. One was that the murder of the third junior brother was Yuan Ting's conspiracy to provoke a fight between us and Shaolin. The other was that they had a secret medicine called black jade intermittent ointment, which could cure the disease.
Broken bones.
With that said, Song Yuanqiao handed over the vial in his hand.
Since the return of this precious apprentice, he has become the hands-off shopkeeper, and this apprentice has lived up to his trust, working hard, working, working, working, working and resting, and keeping Wudang in order.
He saw it in his eyes and felt the pain in his heart. Now that there is hope for treatment, that would be great.
The little yellow cat jumped out of the girl's broad arms, and the little saint handed the ginseng to the king to hold and chew. The ginseng was as big as the little yellow cat, and it obviously cost her a lot of thought.
Along the way, the little yellow cat happily held the ginseng and gnawed it, its blue eyes narrowed with joy.
Zhao Min was stunned. He spent so much thought and effort on co-writing, but nothing was accomplished?
Zhao Min smiled, stood up, walked slowly to the door, and stared at the tower that was more than ten feet high.
"Yes, I haven't hurt them yet? I'm also worried that Master Zhang will be unkind to me!" Zhao Min said innocently with eyes full of smiles, tenderness and tenderness.
Zhiruo waved her hands quickly.
Didn't get the result.
Song Yuanqiao quickly reminded: "Master, can we be more tolerant?"
I can't cure you, little one!
The little saint then squeaked happily, his dark eyes so bright that they glowed.
After saying that, I will calm down on the mountain.
"Humph!" Mie Mie was very proud and went up the mountain.
The men were a little hesitant.
"Master Zhang, do you know? I sent people to bury thousands of kilograms of explosives underground under the tower, and there are gunpowder fuses in four directions. Each fuse is guarded by dead soldiers in turn twelve hours a day.
Zhao Min stared at Zhang Wuji's face with her wonderful eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "Master Zhang, I spent so much effort to invite you here, it's not because I'm bored, I want you to marry me!"
And this Wuji's weakness is too obvious and soft-hearted.
Unbeatable, defeated?
"Say!" Zhao Min was very impatient. Can we kill them all? Even if we kill five thousand chickens, it's not that easy, right?
"The Shaolin team has no casualties. The Emei and Wudang teams have been completely wiped out and no one has survived!" the subordinate said honestly.
A bunch of trash!
After his subordinates left, Zhao Min couldn't bear it any longer. He returned to his seat, picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, his face getting even redder.
I am an old man, are you sorry?
Farewell!
Zhao Min blinked. She liked to see others trying to deal with her but being helpless.
There are several major sects in the Jianghu, Wudang and Shaolin are the leaders. As long as these two sects disappear, there will be no leader in the Jianghu. She will have an easy time dealing with those rebels and sending experts to assassinate them.
Yan Mie stepped forward and said coldly: "What's going on?"
Extinction:.
Junior sisters:???
Do you have any misunderstandings about encouraging resistance?
After a moment of silence, Miejie said calmly: "Minjun, take some disciples to clean up the mountain. Jingxu, take the ordained disciples to clean up the mountain. Zhiruo, treat the injured disciples."
Zhang Wuji stood in the middle of the hall and asked Zhao Min, who was sitting in the middle: "Zhao Min, what do you mean? What is your plan for bringing the heroes of the righteous way here?"
A little bit?
Song Yuanqiao came up and was a little unhappy. Why did the white crane give the master only face on the mountain?
"Courage? How generous you are even talking nonsense about when someone comes to you!" Zhang Sanfeng was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. He had been cultivating his character for all these years and was not ready to take action.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Min suddenly thought of the urinary nature of these men and asked: "How many casualties do we have?"
"Master, you are back!" Suddenly someone shouted from the front. It was Senior Sister Jingxuan, who was cleaning the bluestone steps going up the mountain.
In the end, they persisted for two hours and were beaten from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Finally, they were all sent to the Bodhisattva to repent."
The subordinate looked panicked and said quickly: "Report to the princess, we will send a total of three teams, each with 5,000 elites, to make a surprise attack on the Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei sects.
After getting the plaster, we tried it first to avoid worrying Master, and found that there was no problem in connecting the bones of monkeys, dogs, and pigs."
There was no way she could explain such casualties unless...
I can't even get enough of the little food you gave me!
Zhiruo's thin shoulders shook, and the bamboo basket she carried on her back suddenly jingled, which was the beautiful sound of money.
The Wan'an Temple is four stories high. A thirteen-level pagoda behind the temple can be seen even further away. There are many people on the tower. There are people patrolling back and forth on each floor, and there are twenty or thirty people guarding the bottom of the tower.
There was also Emei. Zhang Wuji immediately thought of that extraordinary girl and the charm of that palm.
It's nothing to raise small animals, and there is such a harvest, which is not bad.
So under normal circumstances, he is still willing to give face.
When Zhao Min heard this, he smiled and said: "Master Zhang Da is not an outsider, tell me!"
Those people were the disciples of a temple called King Kong Temple founded by Shaolin traitor Huo Gong Tutuo in the Western Regions. They were the same group of people who had injured the third junior brother back then.
When we arrived at the Shaolin Pavilion, the place was deserted and no one could be found. Except for the huge Buddha statues and pavilions and palaces, we couldn't even find anything valuable.
"Bah chi, bah chi~"
"Oh~ Master, remember to cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep. It's cold in the mountains."
Unless she kills Zhang Sanfeng, the biggest threat to the Yuan Dynasty. As for Emei, she thinks it is those old nuns who are taking advantage of the geographical advantage.
Little Saint glanced at her with disdain, Did I give it to you? Stupid human being!
Seeing the arrival of his eldest disciple, Zhang Sanfeng stopped and smiled: "Yuanqiao, what can I do?"
Dadu, capital of Yuan Dynasty, Wan'an Temple.
Zhao Min:???
Zhang Wuji, who was still worried at first, suddenly felt happy.
"Someone is coming!"
"Say!" Zhao Min's face turned cold. Was this a question about himself?
It turns out that Yuan Ting is looking for death!
Zhiruo quickly stepped forward to check the senior sister's body.
Zhang Wuji stared at him for a moment, then became awe-struck and did not dare to look at him.
When he looked at the heartless king in the girl's arms, he knew that he couldn't count on him at all.
"This? How is this possible! Zhao Min, I have no enmity with you, why are you playing with me?" Zhang Wuji said in a panic.
"Master, the Yuan soldiers suddenly gathered more than ten days ago and wanted to go up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha. I saw that they all had armors and weapons, so naturally I disagreed.
Then they started to take action directly. The first few had good martial arts skills, but the apprentice had no choice but to resist. After all, the sect's classics were still on the mountain.
He pinched the little junior sister's tender face with his big hand, Jingxuan smiled and said: "It's okay, it's just a skin injury, those Yuan soldiers can't seriously hurt me!"
As long as Zhang Laodao dies, the advantage will be hers!
Zhao Min remained calm, picked up the wine glass next to him, and drank it all in one gulp. After a while, his face turned red, slightly tinged with wine, and his face became even more beautiful.
Zhiruo walked for a while, keeping her pace steady. She turned around, looked at Xiao Sheng who had been following closely behind her, and said coldly: "You go ahead!"
"Report to the princess, there is news about Gansu Province and Jiangbei Province, please hurry up for eight hundred miles!" A subordinate reported at the door.
It’s great to have an apprentice and not have to work!
"Master, what are you doing?" Zhiruo asked weakly.
The girl clenched her fists, ready to take the time to loosen her bones!
After walking for a while, the girl covered the little yellow cat's mouth.
"What are you looking at? Go to work! And you, Zhiruo, how come you know how to talk back to the master when your martial arts skills are high? Why, do you want to be the leader?
Come on, I'll let you take the role now!" Miejie forced himself to calm down and directly stretched out the Yitian Sword in front of his young apprentice.
The words were crisp, delicate and tender, and the meaning behind them made Zhang Wuji's heart tremble.
The four white cranes danced along with his movements, very seriously.
"Don't eat it!"
"Uncle Master, there are envoys from the Yuan Dynasty at the foot of the mountain to read out the decree!" A disciple came to report.
"Let's go to Daiyan's room!" Zhang Sanfeng greeted.
This temple is like a game. The upper echelons are chatting and laughing, and some people below are risking their lives. Those Yuan soldiers can't help themselves."
Beauty is always either gentle and graceful, or charming, but this Miss Zhao is extremely beautiful, with one part heroic spirit, one part heroic attitude, and at the same time, she is graceful and dignified.
After a while, he said: "I recite past life sutras for those Yuan soldiers who devoutly go to the Bodhisattva to repent, to save the souls of the dead, and hope that they will reach bliss as soon as possible.
When the little yellow cat heard this, he stared and objected strongly: "Meow!"
As long as there is any accident, the disciples of the Ming Cult and the heroes of the four sects on the tower will be turned into ashes!"
Zhang Wuji was stunned and immediately asked loudly: "Zhao Min, didn't you promise me that you would never hurt them?"
Song Yuanqiao quickly stopped him: "Master, the third junior brother's bones have been broken for more than ten years. Now if you want to renew them, I'm afraid they will have to be broken again. Then it's up to you."
"Yeah." Miejie responded calmly, then he realized what he was doing, and when he turned around, he realized that something seemed wrong in the way his disciples looked at him.
The subordinate looked up at the princess, a little hesitant.
The little saint was very smart and disappeared directly.
Why don't you give me something to eat?
Zhiruo was startled, her heart softened, and she slowly let go of her hand, feeling helpless: "Eat, eat! But, Lele, you can only eat what I give you in the future!"
"Look, I made so much money when I went out this time, it must be enough for you! Moreover, the people and animals outside have ulterior motives, maybe they are just greedy for your body. The two of us are not strong enough now, we are just a little bit better than others.
If you're a little stronger, why don't you be more careful?" the girl tried to persuade.
"Meow!"
"exist!"
"Bah chi, bah chi~"
"Get out!" Zhao Min said angrily.
The raging fire and the loud chanting of scriptures at the foot of the mountain lasted for three days before they gradually stopped.
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand directly: "Let him go! When I take a break, I will go to their emperor to settle the score! You bastard!"
The disciple continued: "Report to the leader, Master, that person said: Zhang Wuji! Mingjiao disciples, Kunlun, Huashan, Kongtong, and Shaolin disciples are in their hands.
If the master is willing to go to Dadu to accept the position of national master, let them go. If they are not willing, let them break up!"
Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao looked at each other and frowned.
