On the way back, Zhuer kept chattering and asking questions.
"Brother Song, you are so young, why are your martial arts so powerful?"
"My mother-in-law and I practiced poisonous skills and turned ourselves into ugly monsters, but no one can defeat them. Can you teach me?"
"I heard that you are engaged to that Zhou Zhiruo, is it true? Miss Zhou is so beautiful. I still remember that when brother Wuji saw her, his eyes went straight."
Song Xuan glanced at her speechlessly. This girl's temperament is hard to describe.
She has no sense of being a married woman at all!
That is to say, the eldest son of Song Dynasty did not have this intention, otherwise, he would have to give Zhang Wuji a few hats.
Halfway through, Song Xuan stopped.
"What's going on? Are there any enemies?"
Zhu'er supported the corpse on her shoulders and looked around nervously, always ready to take out the corpse to block the knife when in danger.
Ever since she was abducted by Wei Yixiao, her vigilance towards danger has been greatly increased.
Song Xuan shook his head and said: "You are carrying the body and walking back. I have some things to deal with!"
"Ah, should I go back alone?" Zhuer was a little nervous, "Brother Song, where are you going?"
"Go save your man!" Song Xuan said solemnly: "Junior Brother Wuji chased you out before you were captured. Logically speaking, we should meet him on the way back.
It turned out not to be the case, do you understand what this means?"
"What happened to brother Wuji?" Zhuer's voice was filled with tears.
Song Xuan waved his hand and said: "Go back now, don't worry, his life is much tougher than yours!"
As he said that, he followed the messy footprints still vaguely visible on the ground and chased after him.
If there was no accident, Zhang Wuji should have met Monk Shubu on the way to Guangmingding to support the Ming Cult. He put it into the Qiankun Qi bag and took it with him to Guangmingding.
And it was on the Bright Summit that Zhang Wuji's cheating life officially began.
Jiuyang's internal power was greatly achieved, he learned the Great Shift of the Universe, and was even elected as the leader of the Ming Cult, reaching the pinnacle of his life!
This pursuit lasted the whole day, until at dusk, he saw a tall bald monk at the foot of a mountain, carrying a large bag with bulging bags inside, which seemed to contain people.
The monk began to climb up the mountain, while Song Xuan hid in the dark and watched quietly.
After waiting for a long time, he followed the monk's route and started climbing.
The higher you go up, the more rugged the road becomes. At the back, there are no mountain roads at all.
Looking around, there are all dangerous cliffs, even covered with thick snow. The mountain wind blows, and the cold breath makes even Song Xuan feel a little chilly.
Continuously jumping on the cliffs, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes near and sometimes far away, Song Xuan followed the monk from a distance, but he was not in a hurry.
No wonder the Mingjiao has been established for hundreds of years, but its home base of Guangmingding has never been breached.
There is no one to guide you in this miserable place. Even if you die in the vast Kunlun Mountains, you can't expect to find the correct route.
Even if you know where it is, if you don't have deep internal strength and exquisite body skills, you can't even think of climbing up there. If you don't do it well, you will fall off the cliff and lose your bones!
After climbing and jumping among the cliffs for more than an hour, when the sky turned completely dark, the monk did not continue on his way and stopped.
Song Xuan did not show up, but hid behind a rock and listened to the movement in front.
But not far away, a Taoist wearing an iron crown walked out and came to greet the monk. If nothing unexpected happened, that person should be Taoist Iron Crown, one of the masters of Mingjiao.
"I can't tell you. It's already dark. Why did you come here? Isn't it too late?"
The inexplicable monk laughed and said: "Some things happened on the way, which delayed me for a while. By the way, is Wei Yixiao here?"
Taoist Tieguan said in confusion: "He hasn't arrived yet, which is really strange. You came late, and Wei Yixiao came even later. Could something have happened?"
It’s hard to say that the monk didn’t care and said: “His light kung fu skills are unparalleled by anyone in the world, and if anything happens to him, it won’t be his turn!”
The two talked for a while, and then three more people came out. At this point, the five members of the Mingjiao were finally gathered together.
Although these five guys were called Wu Sanren, they each had their own ideas. They stood there and argued for a long time, and one of them even slapped the monk in the face.
Several guys chattered for a long time, and Song Xuan looked a little impatient. He touched the long sword at his waist and couldn't help but want to take action.
Fortunately, the few people ended the dispute, and Monk Bumu carried Zhang Wuji with his bag and started moving forward again.
It has to be said that this poor place is really difficult to walk through. A few people led the way in front, and Song Xuan secretly followed behind. They walked for a whole day before entering a tunnel in the heart of the mountain.
After walking in the tunnel for more than half an hour, I climbed out of the tunnel and climbed up again. Not long after, I entered another tunnel.
After passing through five tunnels in this way, Wu San people just shouted loudly, "Yang Xiao, we Wu San people are here!"
After a while, I heard a voice, "The six major sects are besieging me from all sides. I can't cry alone, and I am feeling sad. Now I have five scattered people looking at Mingzun's face and helping each other. It is really a blessing for our sect!"
Song Xuan hid in the tunnel and did not show up. Zhang Wuji's safety did not need to worry about him at all. The reason why he followed the monk all the way to Guangmingding this time was actually to shift the world of the Ming sect's martial arts.
After staying in the tunnel for a long time, after confirming that the people outside had been led into the guest room by Yang Xiao, Song Xuan, like a shadow, bypassed the front hall and entered the back yard.
The faint fragrance of flowers floated in the yard, and the light of lights shone through the window of the west wing. Song Xuan didn't hesitate at all, opened the door and walked in.
This is the boudoir of a wealthy family. Next to the window is a dressing table. Red candles are burning high on the table, illuminating the room with its rich flowers and grandeur.
On the other side is the bed, and standing next to the bed is a girl in green clothes, dressed as a maid, with iron chains on her hands and feet.
She was probably making the bed. When she noticed Song Xuan coming in, she looked startled and subconsciously wanted to make a sound.
However, before her voice could be uttered, she felt a chill on her neck, and a long sword had been placed on her neck at some unknown moment.
"You can try, which one is faster is my sword or your shouting!"
The little maid didn't dare to make any move at the moment, her voice trembled slightly, she bit her lower lip and said, "What do you want to do, Master?"
Song Xuan moved the long sword, pointed at the gum and said: "Help me open the passage under the bed!"
The little maid was startled and said in disbelief: "You, you actually know that there is a trap under the bed? Who are you?"
Song Xuan didn't speak, but stepped forward and held her arm. The two of them lay directly on the bed, and then he said: "Turn on the mechanism!"
The little maid bit her lip, but finally did not dare to resist. I don't know where she pulled the trigger. Suddenly, the two of them fell down on the side of the bed.