Yu Lianzhou's expression became solemn, he stood up and murmured: "There are only two possibilities for drawing the sword without unsheathing it. One is that this person's cultivation level is extremely high. Simply relying on his realm, he can suppress you and make you unable to resist.
But in this case, you can’t move, and it’s impossible to stop him from going up the mountain.”
"The other is that this person has reached the pinnacle of his swordsmanship. He is a sword himself, the master of ten thousand swords, the lord of ten thousand swords. Facing a swordsman master, it is impossible for you to draw a sword against him with your swordsmanship."
"Because the swords are afraid of each other..."
"As masters, you can't even control the sword in your hands..."
Song Miaosong on the side seemed to remember something when he heard Yu Lianzhou's description, and quickly shouted: "Master, it's Wuming, Wuming is here."
"What?"
"Is he just nameless?"
"That's not surprising."
Yu Lianzhou nodded slightly and ordered: "Let the Wudang disciples go without blocking him. Please invite him to the main hall and I will receive the guests in person."
"Yes, Master." The Wudang disciples cupped their fists and saluted, then turned and left.
"Master Liu, you..." Yu Lianzhou looked at Liu Shengpiaoxu, pondered for a moment, and asked her what she thought.
Liu Shengpiaoxu chuckled lightly and said: "Since the rightful owner is here, I naturally want to meet him, otherwise wouldn't it be a pity?"
"Okay, in that case, Master Liu, please take a seat aside." Yu Lianzhou nodded slightly, arranged for Liu Shengpiaoxu to sit aside, looked at Song Miaosong, and ordered: "Miaosong, you have seen Wuming, please help me see it.
Look, is it true or false?"
"Yes, Master." Song Miaosong cupped his fists and saluted, saying.
…
Wudang Mountain, on the mountainside.
The figure in white clothes, carrying a purple sword on his back, walked up the stone steps calmly.
The surrounding Wudang disciples looked wary and kept retreating, but no one could pull out their swords. They could only retreat step by step under the footsteps of the coming people.
Zhu Youji looked at the Wudang disciples around him and didn't take it to heart.
After all, with his status and strength, there are many ways to climb Wudang Mountain, and this is just the simplest way.
No, it should be said that it is not too high-profile.
If it is more high-profile, it should be the same as going to the Emei Sect, flying directly with the sword, and then meeting Zhang Sanfeng to finalize cooperation matters.
But different places require different methods.
Back then, Zhu Youji casually gave Song Miaosong a copybook, forming a good relationship. Now, it is time for the relationship to blossom and bear fruit.
Directly flying with the sword and forcefully descending on the mountain peak, it feels quite overwhelming.
Zhu Youji only used the walking method.
Zhu Youji took a few more steps.
A disciple of the Wudang Sect ran over quickly and shouted: "The master has an order, let us go and welcome the guests to the main hall."
Hearing this voice, all the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Zhu Youji one after another, and made way for him.
The Wudang disciple walked up to Zhu Youji, bowed respectfully, and said, "Senior, please follow me."
Zhu Youji glanced at the person who came, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
Under the leadership of Wudang disciples, Zhu Youji got closer and closer to the main hall on the top of the mountain.
Many martial arts disciples of the Wudang Sect saw Zhu Youji, an outsider, and the eye-catching sword behind him.
They know the rules of their sect very well. If someone comes to the peak with a sword at this moment, it is probably not a good person.
All the disciples looked at each other, silently stopped practicing, and followed Zhu Youji from a distance to prevent him from messing up.
Naturally, the little moves of the Wudang disciples cannot escape Zhu Youji's spiritual thoughts.
Under the mask, the corners of Zhu Youji's mouth curved up, and he hummed softly: "Humph!"
As the sound waves were transmitted, an extremely sharp sword intent that seemed to be able to penetrate everything emerged out of thin air on Wudang Mountain. The sword intent was like a beam of light, penetrating the sky and the earth, and the entire cloud layer was penetrated into a big hole, revealing the blue sky. colored sky.
Sharp, sharp-edged, penetrating the world!
The powerful sword intent caused the Wudang disciples to change their colors and retreat unconsciously.
They all put their hands on the hilts of their swords, exerting force suddenly, intending to draw out their swords to maintain the majesty of the Wudang Sect.
However, it seems that there is an invisible force that is restricting them and controlling them.
Their swords did not obey their orders and could not be pulled out at all!
Zhu Youji waved his sleeve lightly, and the swords all over Wudang Mountain began to tremble, as if they were being pulled by some kind of force, making a buzzing sound, and seemed to be unsheathed and flying at any time...
At this moment, in a stone room deep on the top of the mountain, an old man with white hair and a childish face was meditating with his eyes closed. There was no aura fluctuation around him, as if he was integrated with everything in the world and was indistinguishable from each other.
Suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there were unusual ripples in the surrounding atmosphere. The entire stone chamber trembled slightly, as if it would collapse at any time.
Seeing this, the old man regained control and suppressed all the fluctuations in his body to prevent the breath from leaking out. The fluctuations in the stone chamber calmed down.
"The sword's will is soaring into the sky. After so many years, swordsmanship has finally produced another genius!"
"good!"
"It's almost time to recuperate after so many years."
The old man stood up, moved, and appeared dozens of feet away, moved again, disappeared again, and came out again.
Every time it disappears and appears, it can move dozens of feet out of thin air, as if it has shrunk to a foot, full of fairy style.
…
As the head of the sect, Yu Lianzhou naturally felt the sword intent soaring into the sky. He moved and came outside the main hall and said: "Your Excellency Wuming, why are you angry with this junior? Since you are here, why not come in? A brief introduction to the palace?"
Yu Lianzhou mobilized his true energy and spread these words throughout Wudang Mountain.
"Is it the leader's voice?"
"Not an enemy? Are you a friend of the leader?"
"Nameless? Why does this name sound familiar?"
…
The Wudang disciples who heard the sound gave up resistance and retreated.
Hearing Yu Lianzhou's words, Zhu Youji moved his body, and activated the [Toe Sword] in the [Innate Phaseless Finger Sword] with both feet. Sword Qi emerged from the soles of his feet, and two sword Qi beams pushed out, and the whole person rose into the air. Like light and shadow, it flew directly into the main hall.
Zhu Youji landed calmly, his sword energy completely gone from the soles of his feet. The sword energy that had been surging and domineering before, all the sharp sword energy disappeared, leaving no trace of his edge.
It's easy to reveal your sharp edge, but it's difficult to hide your sword in front of you!
Being able to move this forward and backward so masterfully, without leaving any trace.
This person's swordsmanship is terrifying!
When Yu Lianzhou saw this scene, his pupils shrank and he thought to himself.
"The head of the Wudang Sect, Yu Lianzhou." Yu Lianzhou cupped his hands and said in a deep voice.
Zhu Youji still stood with his hands behind his back, without saluting, and said coldly: "Unknown."
How rude!
How could he be so generous?
Song Miaosong frowned slightly when he saw Zhu Youji's attitude. Although he didn't speak, he was a little dissatisfied in his heart.
However, Liu Shengpiaoxu secretly smiled in her heart: Your Highness is still so interesting! I am addicted to this Wuming vest.
Yu Lianzhou was not displeased and continued: "Your Excellency Wuming, take a seat!"
"good."
Zhu Youji still cherished his words like gold. The magic sword behind his back flew out automatically and landed on a chair. He leaned on it and sat down before Zhu Youji.
Zhu Youji knew that the troublemaker Hongkui must have done something good.
Zhu Youji ignored it, walked to the seat next to the magic sword, and sat down.
After the two parties sat down, Yu Lianzhou introduced: "Your Excellency Wuming, this is Head Liu of the Qingcheng Sect."
As soon as Zhu Youji entered the main hall, he discovered this little girl.
She is fine. If she doesn't stay in her Qingcheng sect, what is she doing here?
"Head of the Qingcheng Sect, Liu Piaoxu." Liu Shengpiaoxu bowed solemnly.
Zhu Youji still maintains the character of the unknown master: "Unknown."
"Miaosong, you know Mr. Wuming, please say hello." Yu Lianzhou ordered.
This sentence actually has a hidden meaning, which is to let Song Miaosong try Wuming's authenticity.
"Your Excellency Wuming, long time no see." Song Miaosong saluted.
Zhu Youji hummed slightly and said, "Yeah."
"How are you doing with my sword practice?"
Hearing this, Song Miaosong gave a bitter smile and explained: "Senior, your sword is really profound, and I have only understood sixty-seven out of ten of it."
"Really? It's already sixty-seven out of ten?" Zhu Youji was a little surprised. Song Miaosong's talent seemed to be quite good. With his sword intention copybook, he could actually learn sixty-seven out of ten?
This is no ordinary swordsmanship, this is the Holy Spirit swordsmanship!
Even if it is just Jianyi, it is not something that a warrior under the Grand Master can control.
"Okay, Miao Song, please sit down."
After getting the definite answer, Yu Lianzhou called Song Miaosong back.
In fact, with the strength that Zhu Youji just showed, it doesn't really matter whether he is nameless or not. The key is to find out the purpose of Zhu Youji's coming.
"Your Excellency Wuming, what advice do you have when you come to Wudang Mountain this time?" Yu Lianzhou asked.
Zhu Youji didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "Here he comes."
What?
What's coming?
Amidst the doubts of Song Miaosong and Liu Shengpiaoxu, an old man wearing Taoist robes, with white hair and a childlike face, appeared in the main hall...