Song De Fangzheng, one of the sixteen disciples guarding the mountain, led dozens of Quanzhen Taoist priests to rush quickly through the overlapping buildings. The further back he went, the more cautious he became.
But the closer he got to his destination, the quieter he became, which made him slow down unconsciously. After turning around a house, Song Defang quickly leaned behind a row of green pines and quietly showed his head toward the quiet front forest.
Look.
"Why is it so quiet? Didn't it say that the Mongolian warriors have surrounded this place? Is there a trick ahead?"
This was caused by an error in Li Zhichang's judgment. However, after seeing dozens of people lurking behind the green pine tree for a long time, a slightly immature Taoist priest suddenly stepped forward with his sword in hand and said: "Brother, is there no one inside?"
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Song Defang did not dare to be sure whether there was an ambush ahead, because he did not dare to gamble with the lives of many brothers. After hearing the words, he pondered for a while, then showed a touch of determination on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "Wait for me here.
I'm going to investigate."
"Brother! We are going with you!"
As soon as the words were spoken, more than a dozen Taoist priests followed him with swords in hand, no fear on their faces.
Looking at these Quanzhen juniors with pleasure, Song Defang nodded heavily: "Okay! Even if we are in the dragon's pond and tiger's den ahead, we will still know the Mongolian's clever tricks!"
"Senior brother, you said it well! There is nothing to be afraid of!"
At this moment, the morale of everyone in Quanzhen was undoubtedly high. Song Defang's head felt hot, and his chest was already filled with hot blood. He immediately turned around and ran towards the forest, followed by dozens of Taoist priests.
Everyone moved forward cautiously and cautiously, but there was no one on the side of the road. It was clear that there was no obstruction. Although Song Defang was doubtful, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. He arrived at the Yuxu Cave so smoothly.
Looking at the two rows of green pines on the left and right, Song Defang took a deep breath, then quickly stepped forward to the entrance of the cave, and carefully called out: "Uncle Master, are you okay, old man?"
He didn't dare to speak too loudly, and he didn't even dare to tell the story about Quanzhen's attack at once, for fear that the six masters and uncles would be impatient and cause their work to go awry.
It took a long time for the sound to pass smoothly into the cave, and then a calm voice came back from inside: "What's the noise outside?"
When Song Defang heard this, he looked back and forth with all his fellow apprentices in surprise, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great, all the great uncles and uncles are fine.
Then he calmed down his thoughts and said slowly: "Back to my uncle, the Mongolian princess is visiting. They are in the Sanqing Palace at the moment. They are still here."
"Why are you hesitating? If you have something to say, just say it!"
This voice is familiar to everyone, it is Qiu Chuji with a hot temper.
After swallowing, Qiu Chuji's majesty has been deeply imprinted in the minds of every Quanzhen Taoist priest. Although he has not seen him, just hearing his voice can make everyone feel fear, and they shrink their necks as they look at him.
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Song Defang first regained his composure, and then shouted sadly: "Disciple begged our uncle to come out of seclusion. They have killed many of our fellow apprentices."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and saw sand and stones flying in Yuxu Cave, smoke and dust, and dozens of large rocks in front of Yuxu Cave rolling to the side. Six Taoists came out of the cave.
Slowly walking out from the middle were none other than Qiu Chuji, Liu Chuxuan and other six Quanzhen disciples.
Upon seeing this, all the Taoists immediately shouted in surprise: "Uncle Master!"
After saying that, they all went up to meet him, only to see Qiu Chuji standing in front with a pale face. He glanced at Song Defang, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?!"
"Uncle Master, this matter is a long story."
Without giving Song Defang a chance to explain, Qiu Chuji pressed his palms on Song Defang's vest, pinched and pushed him away, and immediately threw the man ten feet away, then jumped forward and held Song Defang's collar in one hand and walked towards him.
Rushing quickly in the direction of the Qing Palace.
"Tell me on the way."
It was more like his temperament. The other five sons looked at Qiu Chuji who was running away with a look of contemplation in their eyes, but they quickly put their thoughts aside and followed him as they were too busy and energetic.
Inside the Sanqing Hall.
The Quanzhen Taoists headed by Li Zhichang all fell to the ground, but they saw ten of them sitting in a circle, back to back, with their hands twisted behind their backs, and a beef tendon tied their hands together tightly.
The number of those captured was at least fifty or sixty, and they were all the backbone of the Quanzhen Sect. Those who could still move were just little Taoist priests. At this moment, Zhengyi looked at the pretty girl sitting on the throne with anger.
A look that dares to be angry but dare not speak.
"Demon girl! Let Senior Brother Li go!"
Taking the hot tea brought by his subordinates with one hand, Huang Jia opened his mouth slightly and blew a breath. After the tea had cooled down, he took a sip. He raised his eyes and looked at the disheveled Li Zhichang at his feet with interest. Huang Jia chuckled.
He said: "I feel so sorry for your senior brother. Then, how about replacing him with Qiu Chuji?"
"Presumptuous! What a status Master Qiu has!!"
"That's it, why bother? If you want to change someone, just ask Qiu Chuji to come in person."
Looking at the incompetent and furious Quanzhen Taoist priests with a smile, Huang Jia immediately lowered his head and drank tea and ignored them.
"Asshole!!"
Now that Li Zhichang and others were captured alive by Huang Jia, they really had no choice. Who knew that the three iron tower-like foreigners were so powerful? Li Zhichang and others had not even passed thirty moves after setting up the Tiangang Big Dipper Sword Formation.
It was broken by them.
The surprise in my heart cannot be explained to outsiders.
"When my uncles and masters come out of seclusion, I will make you look good!"
Seeing that they really couldn't say anything cruel, all the Taoists could only shout with a proud face.
"Hahahaha. If you want to come, come quickly. I've already been killed."
Abu ignored the Quanzhen Taoist priest who was barking at the side, but walked straight to Li Zhichang and reached out to lift his right leg. He then turned to Zhao Zhijing, who had a complicated look on his face, and said sinisterly: "Taoist Master Zhao, this was the person just now.
If he is rude to you, I think his leg should be cut off, so do it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhao Zhijing who was standing aside. Huang Jia smiled silently and drank her tea without any intention of dissuading her. She knew that Abu was doing this to ask Zhao Zhijing to hand over the certificate of surrender.
As long as he takes action, he and the Quanzhen Sect will really be on opposite sides, and the bond will be truly severed.
She also wanted to see who were the people who opposed Zhao Zhijing. She didn't mind purging these people one by one afterwards. She was born in an emperor's family, so she still had this heart.
This is not comparable to those little children who only cry all day long. One's background determines one's height. What she looks at is not the things in front of her, but the talents that can be used by her brother.
Controlling Zhao Zhijing was only the first step. The next step was to eliminate the reactionary members of the Quanzhen Sect and then unify Quanzhen. This was the purpose of her trip.
"Sir, this. This."
Zhao Zhijing, who was being stared at by so many people, could not help but feel guilty. The two of them had some affection for each other, so they asked him to wield a sword and maim his disciple's nephew in full view of the public. He felt that he still couldn't do it.
"What? You can't do it? Then you have to find someone else to take the position of head teacher."
Tightening Li Zhichang's right leg with one hand, Abu shook his head and said.
"Princess Princess."
Looking at the girl on the throne for help, Zhao Zhijing showed a pleading look on his face.
But the other party didn't seem to hear it and didn't even raise his eyes. This attitude was already very obvious.
Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth when he saw this, and said with a heart: "Don't blame me!"
After saying that, he swung his sword and slashed Li Zhichang's leg amidst everyone's exclamations.