Chapter two hundred and eighty fourth true temperament
Wudang, the main hall, and Ziqin walked out with Zhang Sanfeng and others.
At this time, there were already many warriors sitting or standing in the main hall, filling the whole hall.
Even Ziqin had to admire Zhao Min at this time. The scene of such martial arts masters gathering together was probably better than the scene when the major sects forced Zhang Cuishan to death.
Although the Yuan Dynasty has been in existence for more than a hundred years, it has never been heard of when so many martial arts people were formed. It seems that King Ruyang started to recruit them, and it was not until Zhao Min grew up that such a large scale was formed.
These people may be monks or lay people, old or young, but none of them are mediocre.
Come to think of it, nine out of ten of them are better than Zhao Min in martial arts, but Zhao Min is able to lead this group of people like an arm and a finger, which is really amazing.
Ziqin followed Zhang Sanfeng out, but a low cold snort came from behind the group of people.
"I don't want Master He to be here too."
The crowd parted, and Zhao Min walked out. She was pretending to be a Mingjiao, but when she saw Ziqin, she already understood that this disguise was probably impossible.
Following Zhao Min's words, Zhang Sanfeng also looked at Ziqin beside him in surprise.
From the beginning, Ziqin claimed to be a descendant of Kunlun, but Zhang Sanfeng still didn't know that Ziqin was actually the head of Kunlun.
"I originally came to see Patriarch Zhang for advice on swordsmanship and martial arts, but I didn't want to encounter such a big battle by chance. I don't know what your Yuan Dynasty court wants to do."
Ziqin looked at Zhao Min with a smile, but his first words blocked the possibility of Zhao Min preventing him from fighting in Wudang's place.
"Haven't Master He heard that everything in the world is the king's land, and the land beside the land is the king's ministers? But I came here to give Zhang Zhenren an official position."
Zhao Min chuckled. This woman knew that there was no way she could continue to pretend to be Zhang Wuji, but she immediately changed her tune.
"Being an official, haha, you Mongolians always send someone to plot against you before you appoint an official. Why don't you just grant an official if you can't die?"
Ziqin raised his voice and spoke in surprise. Only then did Zhao Min and his subordinates see that Zhang Sanfeng's face was slightly pale. Suddenly, a joyful look flashed through their eyes.
"Not to mention the official title granted to Master Zhang by the Great Yuan Dynasty, but I don't know when Master He became Master Zhang's grandson."
Zhao Min smiled lightly and spoke, but he deliberately mistook the sentence "Master" as "grandfather and grandson".
"The Mongolians probably don't understand the etiquette of the Han people. Back then, my grandfather He Zudao and Zhenzhen Zhang were peers. It was reasonable for me to call Zhenzhen Zhang "Master", but Minmintemuir didn't know that.
Bar."
Ziqin is not a man of great magnanimity. Although he has gained some master's magnanimity as his state of mind has improved since he became a master of martial arts, this magnanimity does not mean that Ziqin can always ignore the sarcasm of others. Therefore, Zhao Mu's words stopped Ziqin.
But he retorted coldly. Not only did he ridicule Zhao Min, but he also directly called out Zhao Min's original name.
After these words, Zhao Min's eyes finally flashed with horror. Although her Mongolian name was not a secret, no one in the world knew it.
"How do you know my original name."
Zhao Min's voice suddenly became colder. At this time, countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Min's mind, the most direct one of which was that there was a traitor in the Ruyang Palace.
"Haha, Miss Zhao, do you think I will tell you, or do you think you can stop me by bringing these masters today?"
Ziqin laughed loudly and slowly glanced at the warriors in the hall.
This time, there were indeed many masters brought by Zhao Min. Although Ziqin did not know them all, he could still feel that there were at least four or five people in the hall whose martial arts were not under the protection of the Ming Cult, and the rest of the masters were countless.
Even those hundreds of ordinary masters are stronger than the average masters in the world.
In every era in this world, there is no shortage of people who seek refuge in the imperial court for fame and fortune, even if the imperial court is for the Mongols or Manchus.
"Zhenren Zhang, I know that this time you six major sects collectively besieged Guangmingding. It has been nearly two months since that battle. Zhenren Zhang, don't you want to know what happened to your disciples?"
Zhao Min suddenly looked at Zhang Sanfeng again, but he said these words very leisurely. Ziqin suddenly froze, but he had forgotten this. Indeed, he envisioned going to Dadu to rescue the five major sects.
However, will Zhao Min use the elites of the five major sects to threaten the remaining disciples of each sect in advance?
Zhang Sanfeng is over a hundred years old, and his martial arts and Taoist cultivation have reached an extremely high level. However, most of the second-generation disciples of Wudang are the same father and son as Zhang Laodao. When he heard what Zhao Min said, Zhang Sanfeng immediately knew that he might
His second-generation disciples had already fallen into the hands of this Mongolian woman.
Zhang Laodao's body trembled slightly, but his face turned a little pale.
Zhang Laodao's pale face before was because he agreed to Ziqin's request to deceive these Mongolians, but this time it was really because he was worried about his disciples.
A proud smile appeared on Zhao Min's lips.
"Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, Zhang Sixia, and Mo Qixia were only slightly injured, but they are fine. However, Yin Liuxia's condition is not very good. Just like the Yu Sanxia, all his limbs were broken. I'm afraid he will never stand up again in this life."
When Zhao Min said these words, Zhang Sanfeng's already extremely pale face turned pale again, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
This time, Ziqin was shocked. Zhang Sanfeng was not injured like in the original work. Ziqin took it for granted that Zhang Sanfeng would not bleed because of Zhao Min's words like in the original work.
But I didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng to be so caring about his disciples.
In fact, Ziqin didn't know that Zhang Cuishan's death had left irreparable regrets in Zhang Sanfeng's heart. Now Yin Liting has suffered such a hardship again, and the other four disciples don't know whether they are alive or dead. Zhang Sanfeng can still stand firm but is already dead.
The Taoist heart is firm.
Although Zhang Laodao is a miraculous person, he is still a human being, and he is an old man who is more than a hundred years old. This trip to Guangmingding has no less feelings for Zhang Laodao than the Yang family's Golden Beach.
, one more person was lost than Zhang Laodao, but there was still one who came back. Zhang Laodao’s five disciples were completely wiped out this time.
"Tell me, if I capture you, can I get people from the five major sects back?"
Ziqin stretched out his hand to support Zhang Sanfeng, but looked directly at Zhao Min and said coldly. After these words came out, Zhao Min couldn't help but his eyes changed. However, he still insisted on looking at Zhang Sanfeng and Ziqin with a sneer.
"You kid, how dare you say such big words? You think we are all dead, but you still think we can't destroy Wudang today."
The one who spoke was a man wearing trousers and knotted clothes.
There were three to four hundred people in the hall, most of whom were wearing Mingjiao uniforms, but there were only a dozen people who were dressed very casually, and this person was one of them.
This kind of people are often willing to accept their identity, but they are unwilling to pretend to be someone else. However, except for the beggar gang, no one would be willing to wear this kind of quail clothes.
"Your Excellency, I think you are from the Beggar Clan, or you may have been from the Beggar Clan."
The man opened his mouth, but before Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth, Ziqin couldn't help shouting loudly. At this time, Ziqin's mind was thinking of Hong Qigong and Guo Jing in The Condor Shooting.
Although Ziqin had a good relationship with these two people, Ziqin also admired their chivalrous spirit. At this moment, seeing this disciple of the Beggar Clan taking refuge with the Yuan people, he was really angry.
"Beggars' Gang."
The turbaned man was slightly startled, then curled his lips in disdain.
"What is a gang of beggars?"
This person really said these words with great disdain. Ziqin clenched his teeth suddenly. He couldn't help but moved his feet and walked to this person with a slight step. He slapped this person in the face with his backhand.
One palm contained nearly 70 years of internal energy in Ziqin's body. After being slapped, the man felt like he was struck by lightning. His head was buzzing and his whole body lost all reaction.
After one slap, Ziqin slapped him in the face for more than ten times without stopping, and then he stepped back to Zhang Sanfeng's side.
This Lingbo micro-step was extremely fast, but he was famous for ignoring obstacles. Therefore, Ziqin went back and forth, and slapped him more than ten times in a row, but no one among the hundreds of people present could react.
Ziqin returned to Zhang Sanfeng again, stretched out his hand to support Zhang Sanfeng, but the man in knotty clothes just let out a scream and fell to the side. This man was actually slapped by the quilt and could not even stand.
"Master, do you ever remember the hero Guo Jing who guarded Xiangyang back then, and Gang Leader Huang Ronghuang?"
Ziqin didn't even look at the man again, but turned to look at Zhang Sanfeng and asked. When these words came out, Zhang Laodao also showed a look of admiration on his face.
Regardless of the other worlds, in the world of Jin Daxia, the reputation of Guo and Huang has been really scary since the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. Although there are not many people in the martial arts who still remember the two in Yitian, people like Zhang Sanfeng who came from the Southern Song Dynasty
Those who have survived the last years will never forget Guo and Huang.
"The beggar gang back then, sigh."
Zhang Laodao sighed helplessly. When he left Shaolin, the Beggar Gang was still the largest gang in the world. Although Yeluqi was already the leader at that time, Guo and Huang were still there. Who dared to ignore the Beggar Gang?
help.
At that time, the disciple of the Beggar Clan was a beggar who was not even qualified to carry a bag. He was very heroic, but there was no such thing as the man in front of him.
Ziqin also sighed slightly, although the Beggar Gang is still there, it can no longer become the leader of the world. Protecting the country and the people, I am afraid it can only exist in the special dynasty of the Song Dynasty.
Or perhaps, Xiao Feng, Hong Qigong and Guo Jing have completely consumed all the spiritual energy in the Beggar Clan, so it is destined that there will be no fourth character similar to the first three in the Beggar Clan.
"Beggars, heroes have emerged one after another for hundreds of years, but I admire them deeply. From now on, don't let me hear even a single disrespectful word about the Beggars come out of your mouth, otherwise you promise to take your life immediately."
Ziqin looked at the fallen man in quail clothes and said in a cold voice.
However, these words made the group of experts around Zhao Min furious. These people suddenly took a step forward and surrounded Ziqin and Zhang Sanfeng.
This time, Zhao Min dared to come to Wudang even with a god like Zhang Sanfeng, but he was fully prepared. There were at least forty or fifty first-class masters. At this time, when these people collectively took a step forward, even Ziqin felt that
My mind was shaken.
Although these people could not kill Zi Qin, if these people swarmed up, Zi Qin would probably be able to escape.
Of course, if there was a desperate fight and Ziqin kept using the fifteen swords, he would probably be able to kill everyone here. However, if he used the fifteen swords to that extent, Ziqin's own life would probably be at a loss.
Reached the end.
"I don't know who is so heroic. He first killed Shaolin and then destroyed Wudang. He dared to blame me, the Ming Cult, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a little girl."
Just when Ziqin was calming down and preparing to face the attack of Zhao Min's group of men, a sinister voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and then a cyan figure flew out of the door like a huge bat.
Enter the main hall.
This person seemed to be weightless. He appeared behind him for a while, and appeared in front of him for a while. He hit with a left palm and a right punch, but he was very happy. Although most of them missed, but
The speed of the movement is already astonishing, and it is no slower than Ziqin's previous steps.
Ziqin couldn't help but admire the Green-winged Bat King in his heyday. His eyesight could tell that the Bat King's Qing Kung was not really an advanced Qing Kung. However, the Bat King had already mastered this set of Qing Kung.
Extremely tall, and with a small and thin figure, quite characteristic of Liangshan Shiqian, that's why he was able to reach this level of speed.
However, Ziqin couldn't help but think about what it would be like if this Bat King were allowed to practice Lingbo Weibu. Of course, this person was neither a disciple of Kunlun nor a brother of Ziqin, but Ziqin would definitely not teach Lingbo Weibu.
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Wei Yi smiled and looked in front of him, then suddenly behind him. In an instant, he had teased more than ten of Zhao Min's masters, but suddenly he appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
"Mingjiao Wei Yixiao pays homage to Master Zhang."
Wei Yixiao bowed and said, this ceremony was not discounted at all, he knelt down directly. In fact, among the four kings of Mingjiao, Wei Yixiao was probably the most unassuming. If it were Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, or the purple-shirted Dragon King who came here, he would definitely be
It is impossible to kneel down and worship.
After kneeling down to worship Zhang Sanfeng, Wei Yixiao stood up and bowed to Ziqin again.
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng already knew that the Mingjiao was definitely not in the same group as Zhao Min. Although Zhang Laodao did not like the Demonic Cult, the Mingjiao most likely came to help Wudang. Zhang Sanfeng was not a pedantic person. When others came to help you, you still showed off your face.
Zhang Laodao couldn't do it either.
Then he politely helped Wei Yixiao up.
"King Bat, I think the large group of people coming to the Ming Cult should have arrived at Wudang Mountain, and your leader Zhang must have arrived as well."
Seeing Wei Yixiao's arrival, Ziqin was secretly happy. He knew that things had indeed not deviated from the original work. Although Zhang Wuji's arrival might prevent him from seizing the Yitian Sword, it was only possible, and it was better than Wudang being destroyed.
We can actually see Ziqin's temperament here.
Zi Qin was not a heroic man with great benevolence and righteousness. The Yitian Sword was originally the treasure of Emei's sect. Zi Qin also had a good impression of Mie Mie. The old nun was a woman who would not be outdone by men, but she had a problem with Emei.
Afterwards, Ziqin immediately focused on the Yitian Sword, completely unaware that the Yitian Sword was a relic of Guo Xiang of the Emei sect.
But on Wudang Mountain, Ziqin was able to give him a harsh lesson because the man in quail clothes insulted the Beggar Clan and reminded Ziqin of his friendship with Guo Jing and Hong Qigong. Now, even more so because of his treatment of Zhang Sanfeng.
If you have a good impression, you can give up the Yitian Sword and save Wudang.
This temperament may seem complex and changeable, but in fact it is one that dares to love and hate, with a clear distinction between love and hate.
Wei Yixiao made Zi Qin ask, and he immediately understood what Zi Qin meant. In addition, Zi Qin showed his great power on the bright sky that day. As long as Zi Qin did not step on him and became famous, all the warriors admired Zi Qin and Kunlun. Wei Yixiao suddenly
He bowed respectfully to Ziqin and spoke.
"My Ming Cult team has arrived at Wudang. As for our leader, he has also arrived at Wudang, but he is planning how to catch all of you thieves pretending to be our Ming Cult."
Wei Yixiao didn't even move his eyes when he said this.
Zhao Min frowned, probably not believing Wei Yixiao's words, but he also knew that as time went by, more and more people from the Ming Cult would come.
"Zhenzhen Zhang, our court is here to grant you an official title today, why don't you only have these outsiders in Wudang?"
Zhao Min raised his eyebrows, but suddenly looked at Zhang Sanfeng. These words were indeed a bit vicious. Zhang Sanfeng is now over a hundred years old and has been famous for at least seventy or eighty years. Although his status has long been transcendent, but being named directly by someone like this,
But even more unable to retreat.
Ziqin's heart was also tight. Zhao Min was really good at this, but this move was even more cruel than the original work. The original work had a buffer at least. Wudang, it was not just Zhang Sanfeng, but now, Zhao Min directly named Zhang Sanfeng.
, and Zhang Sanfeng, who was verbally aggressive, didn't even have the slightest room to retreat.
"Miss Zhao, I really like the Yitian Sword in your servant's hand. Why don't you give that sword to me."
Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Ziqin suddenly took a step forward and looked at the man behind Zhao Mu who was holding a sword and shrinking back.
"Yes, yes, the monk is also interested in that wild monk's robe. Why don't you let Miss Zhao ask the wild monk to take off his robe to the monk?"
After Ziqin finished speaking, before Zhao Min could answer, another voice sounded outside the hall. Following the voice, a round bag rolled in. Zhao Min quickly surrounded the bags with his men.
But all I saw was that the bag was constantly squirming, and there was a sound of "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [ooh, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
One of Zhao Min's men opened the bag with a sword, only to see a man wearing the uniform uniform of Zhao Min's men popping out of the bag with white eyes. However, he was already breathing more out than in, and he looked dead.
But a fat monk took advantage of Zhao Min's many subordinates to look at the person in the bag and jumped into the main hall.
"Master Zhang of the Ming Cult sat down. Monk Butai said that he was not allowed to pay homage to Master Zhang. He had seen Master He."
Seeing that the second person to come was the Budai monk, Ziqin became more and more determined, but he knew that the plot had not changed. As a result, Zhao Min's plan to destroy Wudang was destined to fail.
At this moment, Ziqin did not have the existence of Yitian Sword in his heart. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
