I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times!
Zhou Zhiruo felt this sentence completely.
In this age when human life is like a piece of grass, even a martial arts master like her is confused and even a little scared and confused. No one knows where this world and this future will develop!
During the rest of the journey, the two of them hardly spoke.
There are many rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, so it is not convenient to ride a horse. After riding for a day, the two rode horses and took a boat to go up the river.
Along the way, Zhou Zhiruo held the baby girl in her arms. First, she washed her blood-stained body with river water. Then she passed by a small town and bought some food and clothes for the baby.
Perhaps, in this baby girl, she saw herself from back then.
At that time, her father was killed by Mongolian soldiers. She was terrified, helpless and even desperate!
On the deck, Song Xuan sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes and practiced. The Nine Yang internal energy continued to travel along the meridians in his body. Unknowingly, the practice of the Great Zhoutian was completed.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the river.
But on the water, a figure unexpectedly fell into the water without falling. The figure was light and fluttering, like a large bat, flying across the water.
However, when passing by the boat where Song and Xuan were sitting, the figure suddenly stopped and let out a strange laugh.
"What a handsome little girl!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the strange man changed his direction, and in a few breaths, he rushed to the deck, stretched out his withered palm, and grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder with one palm.
The man's Qinggong was extremely high, and the speed of his palms was also extremely fast. Although Zhou Zhiruo was alert in his heart and had already stepped back, he still could not escape the scope of the wind of that palm!
Painful!
Just as she was panicking, she heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed not far away, and then, a scorching red rainbow with an extremely sharp aura flashed across her field of vision!
"Sword Qi?"
The mysterious man made a sound of surprise, and suddenly retracted his extended palm. Then his body jumped in the air and moved a foot away out of thin air, narrowly avoiding the incoming red sword light.
"Hey, I actually met a master!"
After dodging the sword light, the strange man stepped lightly on the deck, then distanced himself. Several afterimages flashed through the air, and he appeared in the river ten feet away.
Song Xuan held a sword in one hand and stood on the deck, quietly looking at the man standing on the water, wearing a shabby green robe and looking a little ugly.
The man is in his forties or fifties. It's hard to say what he looks like. In short, he just doesn't look good. He even gives people a weird or even scary feeling.
As pale as a vampire!
Song Xuan looked at him, and the other party's message appeared in the mysterious bronze mirror in his mind.
Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao,
One of the four great guardian Dharma kings of Mingjiao, he is at the ninth level of the Houtian realm and has excellent Qinggong and Shenfa.
After a moment of silence, Song Xuan said: "Green-winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao?"
"Oh? Do you recognize me?"
The weird man laughed and said: "Since you recognize me, it seems that you are not an ordinary martial arts person. There is no master like you in our holy religion. Tell me, which of the six major sects are you an expert?"
Song Xuan said calmly: "Wudang, Song Xuan!"
"Song Xuan?"
Wei Yixiao was startled for a moment and said: "I heard that the third generation of the Wudang Clan has a rising star. He has defeated ten bandits in a row. He has even fought against many senior martial arts masters without ever losing. I guess it's you, right?"
As he spoke, he laughed strangely and said: "It just so happens that what I like most is to strangle you so-called decent young heroes in the cradle. If you meet me today, you will be unlucky!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yixiao's whole body seemed to turn into a wisp of blue smoke, like a ghost in the vast river. With a cold and icy aura, he stretched out his palm towards Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he slashed out the sword of virtue in his hand. The red sword glowed like the fury of thunder, setting off a sonic boom over the lonely river.
Chichi~~
The sound of friction of flesh and blood suddenly sounded, and Wei Yixiao, who had been relying on his Qinggong skills to keep moving forward, moved his body several times in the river, and then retreated back.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a sword mark deep into the bone on his arm, and you can even see the red sword energy fluctuations, still raging at the wound.
Wei Yixiao tapped the wound several times to stop the blood, then looked at Song Xuan with a pale face.
"What a domineering sword spirit, just right for me to be restrained!"
With that said, he hugged Song Xuan's fists and said: "Song, I have something to do, so I won't waste time here with you. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to visit me at Guangmingding, hahaha."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old guy did it simply. His body was like a big bat, flying close to the river, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared on the vast river.
"call!"
Zhou Zhiruo let out a breath. The pressure that the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao had just put on her was too great.
That kind of terrifying power that you can't escape its control no matter how hard you hide, makes people feel helpless and desperate.
"Senior brother, do you want to chase me?"
Although she was under a lot of pressure, since this old guy was beaten away by her senior brother, she still understood the principle of beating up a drowned dog.
Song Xuan shook his head, "This old guy is one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Demon Sect. He may not be the strongest in strength, but he is the most powerful in Qinggong. If he wants to escape, it will be extremely difficult to catch up!"
Wei Yixiao's Qinggong is indeed surprisingly powerful.
He used his sword-cutting technique to slash out with his sword, and his sword energy rushed into the night. At close range, the old guy was able to move sideways out of thin air and dodge forcefully.
It would be no exaggeration to say that this Qinggong is superb.
But even if he said this, Zhou Zhiruo still admired him and said: "I heard Master say that all of the four great Dharma Kings of the Demon Sect are giants in the world.
Even my master, without the Heavenly Sword in his hand, would not dare to say that he was sure of winning against them.
Senior brother can injure the Green-winged Bat King with a sword and force him to retreat. With this strength, there are not many people in the entire world who can be stronger than you, right?"
Song Xuan waved his hand and said: "Don't think too highly of me. In terms of internal strength alone, Wei Yixiao is still above me. It's just that the internal strength I cultivated happened to be able to restrain him. Otherwise, I'll find another magic sect king."
, Today will definitely be a hard battle!”
Zhou Zhiruo said oh, but her beautiful eyes continued to look at Song Xuan.
"No matter what, senior brother, you still defeated the Magic King!"
Song Xuan smiled, smiled at the boatman who was already shivering with fear and was hiding in the cabin and did not dare to show his face, and signaled him not to panic and to continue sailing!
A few days later.
"Ahead is Wudang Mountain!"
Entering the Wudang Mountains, Song Xuan, who was silent and thinking about things along the way, looked at the majestic mountains shrouded in clouds and mist not far away, and slowly spoke.
"Um!"
Zhou Zhiruo nodded slightly and glanced at Wudang Mountain with some fear.
If nothing unexpected happens, her master Miejie Shitai should be a guest of the Wudang Sect now, right?