After chatting all over the world with Guishou, not long after, a middle-aged scribe who looked like a teacher came to the Brotherhood's headquarters. This man straight to the point said that he was sent by Lan Ji.
Ye Cheng asked him about Wudang in detail. The middle-aged scribe also picked it up easily and answered all his questions in quite detail. This also made the two of them secretly shocked. They didn't expect that Yanzilou actually
He is so powerful that he can find out many things that are considered secrets. It seems that he has many powerful people under his command, at least his eyesight is extremely wide.
It was afternoon, Ye Cheng saw off the scribe, and then said goodbye to Ghost Hands.
With Shadow Hoof's foot strength, the distance of more than two thousand miles is not very far, but this time he couldn't get up quickly. Going eastward along the Daba Mountains, even Shadow Hoof couldn't get up fast, but along the way
On the contrary, it allowed him to enjoy the joy of mountains and rivers, and it didn't feel boring at all.
It took nearly a day and a half for Ye Cheng to arrive at Zhuxi Town in Fangzhou. He was immediately attracted by the mountains and rivers here. He had been busy with killing recently and his spirit was highly tense.
There was no time to relax at all, so after seeing the beautiful scenery here, we simply stopped and prepared to spend half a day sightseeing here to relax for the next action.
Zhuxi, of course, is a place with such a name. There are bamboos, streams, clouds, mountains and mist, which makes it even more like a fairyland.
Walking slowly on the stone steps in the mountain forest, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, blown by the morning breeze, the mist that has not yet dripped is floating in the air, making people feel more energetic. Even in the cold winter, this bamboo forest is still
It's lush and green, full of life.
The stone path, which is not wide, winds and twists into the depths of the bamboo forest, and the stream gurgling along the mountain wall makes a roaring sound, just like the sound of nature.
Facing such beautiful scenery, Ye Cheng felt even more happy. He took out the wine jar and started drinking, while humming a little song and walking down the mountain where smoke was already rising.
Halfway up the mountain, a clear and sweet sound of the piano suddenly came. The ups and downs of the tune immediately attracted Ye Cheng. Carrying the wine jar, he stumbled over in the direction of the sound.
After walking for more than a hundred steps, I passed through the dense bamboos and vaguely saw a small thatched hut. The clear and sweet music of the piano came from here.
Slowly approaching the small hut, the sound of the piano came suddenly, and an old voice came out: "Who outside the house dares to intrude on my quiet place!"
Only then did Ye Cheng suddenly realize that the sound of the piano had stopped a long time ago. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Senior, please don't blame me. I just came from the mountains to play, and suddenly heard a burst of piano music, so I followed the sound and came here. It's actually because
The elegant and melancholy sound of the senior's piano aroused some worries in the boy, so he came to visit rashly!"
"Oh? If that's the case, then you can leave quickly and I won't care about you!"
The people in the room had a tone of loneliness, but they were also vacuous, as if they were an old man who had lost much strength.
Ye Cheng was slightly stunned, and could only nod his head and said: "Sorry for bothering you, kid, just say goodbye!"
"etc--"
Ye Cheng took back the steps he took and asked in confusion: "I wonder if the old man has any other instructions?"
A voice came from inside the room: "Can you understand the sound of my piano?"
Ye Cheng nodded and said: "The boy doesn't know the music, but he just heard the old man's piano music. It seems that there is a little sadness and thought in it, and there seems to be a hint of longing. That's what the boy heard. Maybe he is talking nonsense.
, please forgive me, old man!”
"Hey, that's all, you can hear my state of mind, so there's no need for me to wait any longer!"
There was a long sigh in the hut, and then the old man said quietly: "Young man, what is your name? What sect do you study under?"
Ye Cheng paused for a moment and said softly: "Young watchman, you come from the Baji Sect of Gusu City, a small sect and a small sect, not worth mentioning!"
"Oh? In that case, are you willing to do what I asked you to do?"
Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had good luck and encountered some task, so he immediately replied: "If you have something to do, please tell me. I will definitely help you complete it!"
"Does the player warden accept the mission from Granny Zhulin: to dismiss the heroes of Wuba Gang?"
Ye Cheng took it without thinking, nodded and said: "The boy must go to Wu Ba Gang as soon as possible to complete the old man's mission!"
"That's very good. Leave quickly!"
Ye Cheng stopped and left immediately. He no longer had any interest in sightseeing and just quickly headed towards the town at the foot of the mountain.
The town of Zhuxi is indeed small, but this does not affect its prosperity at all. In addition to the people in the world carrying long swords, there are also many literati among them, drinking tea and discussing paintings.
But what amazed Ye Cheng the most was the inexplicable aroma of tea in the entire town. This aroma seemed to have been integrated into the air and could never be dispersed, but it made those who heard it feel refreshed and couldn't help but praise it.
Entering the town, there are endless teahouses lined up along the streets, and the names are also very colorful. I didn't expect that this small town would be so prosperous and lively.
I couldn't help the scent of tea in the air, so I chose a restaurant and walked in. This teahouse does not need a restaurant. Although this teahouse is not big, it is well-equipped and the interior decoration is also exquisite. There are many antiques, calligraphy and paintings around it, which shows that it is rare.
There is an air of literati.
After sitting down, a maid and a child brought tea and cakes, which was very unique.
Everyone in the teahouse is separated by bead curtains. Although the sound cannot be covered, the faces cannot be seen clearly, which can be regarded as giving people a sense of inner peace.
After entering the mouth of these fine teas, a scent of fragrance rushed down his throat and into his belly. Ye Cheng's spirit was shaken, and the pores all over his body opened. There was still a sweet smell between his lips and teeth.
Good tea, absolutely good tea.
Before he could enjoy it, there was a crash behind him, and several young men and women immediately sat down. One of them said impatiently: "Brother, why are we here to drink tea? There will be a competition over there in the afternoon. Can't make it in time?"
It’s going to be troublesome!”
"The third brother is right. The second brother has no time to come over. With us three brothers and sisters taking action, we will definitely get a good ranking. Then generous rewards will be indispensable!"
A woman's voice then sounded.
The man with his back to Ye Cheng smiled and said: "You two pioneers, why are you panicking? This competition is not in a hurry, and there is no need to sign up first. You can go up if you want to try your skills. It's just a ring. There is no need to be in such a hurry.
Moreover, there are many players from the neighboring states coming to join in the fun, and there will be no winner for a while!"
The somewhat impatient man in front said again: "Even if we are not in a hurry, we should go over there early and take a look. After all, we know ourselves and our enemies and we will never be in danger! Third sister, am I right?"
"Third brother is right, I'm not in the mood for tea now!"
"You two really can't change your habit. I think it's fake for you to find out, and it's true to please the master!"
The man seemed to have his idea exposed, and was a little embarrassed, saying: "Brother is really good at predicting things. We went back early just to make a good impression on the master. After all, the other brothers and sisters are also working hard to practice.
Don’t let us fall behind if we get the master’s praise, and then we won’t have any of the benefits!”
"Okay, I'm sorry for the noise. This teahouse is a quiet place to drink tea. Don't disturb others to drink tea. Then we will have to say that we people in Qingmu Taoist Temple don't understand the rules. Shangyong is not far from here, more than a hundred miles away.
That’s it, I don’t know how to enjoy it at all. This Zhuxi tea snack is famous for its good quality. Every time I take you two with me, I don’t have a good time. No wonder the second child always runs away without a trace!"
After being scolded by the young man, the man and woman outside finally calmed down. Although they were reluctant in every way, they could only mumble and drink the mellow tea as plain water.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener sounded attentive. Ye Chenggang put the tea cup to his mouth for a moment, and kept spinning the three words "Qingmu Temple" in his mind. He vaguely seemed to have heard it somewhere. Before he could think of it, what happened later?
The loud voice spoke again.
"Brother, you really can keep your temper. It's not like you didn't know that Master is coming this time. The attack on the Demon Cult is about to begin. We in Wudang are organizing this event to give more support to the decent people. It's a pity that Master
I don’t want to come out, otherwise the Ququ Demon Sect is nothing!”
"Third brother is right. Master Huang Jue's reputation is so powerful that he is powerful in all directions. However, the reason why Master and the others do not go out is to train us juniors. After all, the young eagle can only grow into a goshawk by flying out on its own!"
The corners of Ye Cheng's eyes twitched, and he finally remembered where this Qingmu Taoist Temple was. It was a task that Qiankunzi, the headmaster of Bajimen, asked him to do. Before he knew it, more than half a year had passed, and he had long since abandoned it.
Behind his head, he took a deep breath slowly and put down the tea cup.
Although the concept of a master in his heart was very shallow, he had received a lot of kindness from Qiankunzi, and he accepted him into the inner sect and even personally taught him martial arts. It was not easy to repay this kindness.
If he remembered correctly, the master of the Qingmu Taoist Temple was the Sanjue Taoist he wanted to kill, and the three men and women behind him were disciples of the Sanjue Taoist, and they seemed to be highly favored by that Taoist.
Ye Cheng secretly thought that killing these three people would be considered as collecting some interest first. Wudang would definitely offend him greatly anyway. These disciples seemed to be quite strong. It was estimated that they would besiege Guangmingding by then.
If you want to participate, you might as well do it now to make some preparations for the future.
Slowly putting down the tea cup, the ghost face had already covered his cheeks, and the true energy in his body immediately ran wildly. Under his deliberate control, surprisingly, no trace of it leaked out, but he himself felt quite uncomfortable, and after a few breaths, he did not dare to
He regained control and hurriedly stood up, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Waiter, pay the bill!"
As he walked towards the counter, the spiral energy in his hands had reached its peak, creating a circle of air around Ye Cheng's fingers, almost making him want to escape.
This overflow of air was extremely clear in the quiet teahouse. Ye Cheng, who was always paying attention to the three of them, suddenly felt the ears of the person whose back was turned to him twitch. He immediately did not dare to delay for a breath, and immediately struck hard with both hands.
, the violent energy exploded suddenly, and the hanging bead curtain immediately broke inch by inch in this energy, and scattered in all directions at an extremely fast speed.
