The six Quanzhen disciples looked at this desolate and cliffy valley in amazement, and at the surrounding towering peaks. Qiu Chuji couldn't help but stretched out his hand to press the wound on his ribs: "This valley is located in a strategic location, as soldiers often say.
It is an easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack place. It is offset by the natural and dangerous Snake Valley in the front and blocked by cliffs in the back. It is really a good place."
It was already the fourth watch of the day. Everyone left the Snake Valley and walked non-stop to the west. After walking for another hundred and eighty miles, they finally arrived at their destination.
Huang Jia was carried by Dongzhang all the way. No one was allowed to touch this little girl. It was even more difficult when the eldest lady got angry. In order not to slow down everyone's progress, Dongzhang had no choice but to use violence.
law enforcement.
No matter how the girl made trouble, Dongzhang only held the back of her fate's neck with one hand, like squeezing a kitten. Soon, as the first echelon, Dongzhang and Huang Jia took the lead in arriving at the sword tomb.
Although she was restrained by Dongzhang's single pressure, Huang Jiake was not idle along the way. She kept secretly writing down the route, but the further down she went, the more desperate her eyes became.
Hearing Qiu Chuji's speech at this time, Huang Jia's eyes had a lingering bleakness.
She comes from a royal family, and even though she is not good at military strategy, she can still see the most basic terrain due to her childhood exposure, and she also knows what this kind of place means to the army.
It can be said that in some places, this little princess is more proficient than big men like Qiu Chuji. Just looking at the whole valley, Huang Jia knew that his brother would never be able to defeat him even if he brought more troops.
Defeat the man next to me in this place.
The numerical advantage of the army is of no use in this dangerous place. It is surrounded by mountains. The mountains are so high that they reach the sky, and the mountains are so vast that you can't even see them. Ordinary people have no ability to climb such high mountains.
Some martial arts masters will slip and fall into the mountains if they are not careful, and die in pieces.
The mountains here are just like the name of this place, Jianzhong. The peaks are all 90 degrees straight into the clouds. The mountains are bare and smooth, with no place to stay at all. There are very few trees and vegetation growing on the mountains, just like
It's like the legendary Flame Mountain.
The difference is that the mountains here are much higher than the legendary Flame Mountains. The space in the valley that can be accessed is only so large, and it is impossible to accommodate too many people.
It is even more impossible to surround this place. Without a lot of technological assistance in this era, ordinary people cannot climb such a steep mountain. Therefore, it is impossible to win with more people.
No wonder Dongzhang dared to let Huang Jia mark all the way. He was simply confident. With his ability, if Kublai Khan dared to come, he would most likely be unable to escape.
Huang Jia felt a little regretful at this moment, regretting the marks he had made on the road, but now it was of no use and he could only hope in his heart that Kublai Khan would not come.
Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace.
Three generations of elite disciples headed by Yin Zhiping rushed to the Quanzhen Sect before dawn. Looking at the corpses covered with white cloth on the school grounds, Yin Zhiping's eyes were filled with tears.
"What happened?! But there's an enemy coming?"
Their appearance was very sudden, and they did not notify the door in advance, so not many people knew about it. There were only a few younger fourth-generation disciples guarding the square this time.
"Back to the headmaster, it's Princess Mengting and Zhang Dong."
Hearing this, his pupils shrank instantly. The figure flashed through Yin Zhiping's mind. He suppressed the surprise in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Princess Mengting. Our teaching has always remained neutral and has never been involved in the dispute between the two countries. They came to teach me What? And why did that person come to my teaching for no reason?"
Walking towards the corpses strewn on the ground, Yin Zhiping's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. It was interspersed among the white cloth on the ground, and Yin Zhiping felt a huge wave in his heart.
Yin Zhiping was very frightened when such a big thing happened in the church just after he became the head teacher.
"This person from the Mongolian court is here to announce that Uncle Zhao and Zhao Zhijing will succeed him as the head teacher."
The Taoist priest on the side felt that he had said something wrong as soon as he opened his mouth. He immediately read out the full name of Zhao Zhijing. At this time, Yin Zhiping's brows were deeply furrowed.
"Senior Brother Zhao"
"Well, that day, several of the Shoushan brothers were dissatisfied, so they violently killed people in the Sanqing Hall, saying that we must accept this imperial edict whether we accept it or not."
Yin Zhiping already had a picture in his mind at this moment. The position of headmaster of Quanzhen Sect can only be passed on by the previous headmaster and is not elected by referendum. If he is not the current headmaster, there is naturally no way to pass it on to Zhao Zhijing. .
It was conceivable that Zhao Zhijing went up the mountain with great force. He was not surprised that Zhao Zhijing was mixed with the Mongols. The Dharma King was still there that day, so he had the intention of hugging this thigh.
"What about the back?"
"Later, a group of weirdos came and interrupted the confrontation between us and Meng Ting."
Unconsciously squeezing the hilt of the sword tightly, Yin Zhiping asked softly: "Is it him?"
"Well, the purpose of this group of people is very clear, that is to find Uncle Qiu, but they didn't say much about it."
Hearing this, Yin Zhiping suddenly woke up. However, he was shocked by the tragic scene in front of him. For a moment, he forgot about the six Quanzhen disciples and couldn't help asking urgently: "Where are the six uncles? Where are they now?"
"Them. The six elders have been taken away by Dongzhang and his party."
"What!!"
The long sword was immediately unsheathed, and the tip of Yin Zhiping's sword stabbed the green brick in front of his feet, leaving a light mark: "He! Why did he kidnap six martial uncles?!"
After secretly glancing at the furious Yin Zhiping, the little Taoist swallowed nervously: "The purpose of their trip is to find Senior Brother Lu Guzhan."
"Looking for him?"
I still have some impressions of Lu Guzhan and Yin Zhiping. As the youngest disciple of Hao Datong, this person does not have that big a presence. He is always polite and polite when you see him, and he looks very ordinary.
Every year, the martial arts displayed by the senior colonel are not very eye-catching and can only be said to be mediocre. How could such a person be related to Dong Zhang?
"Where are they now?"
The little Taoist priest shook his head: "It's not in the sect. We have sent people down the mountain to look for it."
"What about Zhao Zhijing?"
"Zhao Zhao Zhijing is dead."
"Um??"
The information in the little Taoist priest's words undoubtedly shocked Yin Zhiping tremendously. Why was he even dead? Didn't he follow Meng Ting?
"When we found him, he was already dead outside the forest. I don't know who did it."
Nodding heavily, Yin Zhiping asked no more questions, but waved his hand and gave the order: "Pass my teaching order, and I will teach all four generations of disciples to go out of the mountain to look for Lu Guzhan. Furthermore, use my handwriting to quickly go to Xiangyang City to find Guo Daxia."
Just as Yin Zhiping was conveying instructions one by one in an orderly manner, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the mountain gate.
"Where is your manager?"
The sound was very ethereal. At first glance, it felt far away, but if you listened carefully, it gave people the feeling of being very close. After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the mountain gate.
I saw a beautiful girl all in white standing quietly in front of the door. Behind her was an old woman with a slightly bent waist. At this time, the girl was staring at Yin Zhiping, who was standing in the center of the venue, with her unwavering eyes.