Although the North Peak is only over 300 meters above sea level, it is also considered the highest mountain in Hangzhou. As you climb up the mountain, you will see lush trees and twists and turns. When you climb high and look into the distance, you will be surrounded by clouds and mountains on three sides. You can take in the magnificent scenery of the West Lake and even the majestic Qianjiang River.
The eyes make people feel relaxed and happy, and their thoughts are wandering.
At midnight, a full moon hung high in the sky, and the North Peak was silent.
Li Peicheng and Fang Yuhua stood in the wind on the exposed boulder protruding from the North Peak, with their hands behind their backs and facing the West Lake. They looked indescribably free and elegant.
Li Peicheng did not bring Jin Lin to Beifang. There were only one or two Huashan disciples, so Li Peicheng was not so nervous that he even brought Jin Lin with him.
Three black spots appeared under the full moon. They were Zhu Ling, Zhu Xi, and Han Zirong who were holding hands with each other.
"It seems that Master Wuchen thinks highly of me and sent two disciples here." Li Peicheng said with a smile.
"That's the disciple of Wuchen's third disciple, Xuyou Taoist Priest. The middle-aged one is called Zhu Ling. I've met him once, but I don't know the other one. The Huashan sect currently only has disciples of Xu's generation and above.
He is qualified to accept disciples, so it seems that Han Zirong should have some connection with Xuyou." Fang Yuhua said.
In mid-air, Zhu Ling's face changed slightly, showing a hint of solemnity, because he discovered that Fang Yuhua had also arrived.
The Huashan Sect is naturally not afraid of Fang Yuhua, but this does not mean that the Huashan Sect can ignore Fang Yuhua. After all, he is also a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir and the master of a small cave.
Could it be that the man named Li Peicheng was Fang Yuhua's disciple? Lingzhu couldn't help but guess.
"Taoist Master Zhuling, I haven't seen him for ten years, but I didn't expect that he has entered Jindan Avenue. Congratulations!" Fang Yuhua said with a Taoist salute to Taoist Zhuling who landed on the ground.
"I haven't seen him for ten years, but I never thought I would meet Mr. Fang here. It's like we meet him everywhere in life!"
Fang Yuhua is quite famous in Xiaodongtian. He is also the master of a cave and a casual cultivator. Even if he sees Wuchen, he is seeing him as an equal, so Zhuling does not dare to lose his etiquette and hurriedly returns the salute.
Han Zirong was surprised when he saw that the person Li Peicheng brought was actually acquainted with his senior brother. He thought that Li Peicheng was also related to cultivators like himself. No wonder his cultivation was so strong. He just didn't know that this person was called Zhenren Fang.
Where did he come from and what are his abilities?
"I haven't asked Zhuling Taoist yet who are these two?" Fang Yuhua asked with a smile.
This matter can be said to be big or small, and it is best to turn it into a small matter. Therefore, Fang Yuhua greeted her with a smile and hoped that this matter would be resolved.
"These two are both poor Taoist disciples. This is Junior Brother Zhuxi, and this is Junior Brother Zhushi. These two junior brothers, this is Master Fang Yuhuafang from the Siming Mountain Cave Heaven." Taoist Master Zhuling introduced each other. (Zhushi is Junior Brother.)
Han Zirong’s Taoist title in the Huashan Sect)
When Zhuxi Taoist Master heard that this person was Fang Yuhua, the real person from Xiaodongtian in Siming Mountain, he was slightly shocked. He knew that this matter was not just a matter of secular sects. If Fang Yuhua really wanted to get involved, he would at least have to ask his master to come down from the mountain.
Just now.
Han Zirong had stayed in Huashan Cave for three years and had heard the name of Siming Mountain Cave Heaven. Although he knew that the matter had become complicated, he was slightly relieved. After all, the strength of Siming Mountain Cave Heaven was still incomparable to that of the Huashan Sect.
Fang Yuhua is not stupid enough to go to death to offend the Huashan sect for a secular person, but Fang Yuhua has to sell his face. It seems that it is impossible to go to death to punish Li Peicheng.
Zhuxi and Han Zirong both saluted Fang Yuhua, and Fang Yuhua returned the salute.
After the three of them bowed to Fang Yuhua, Zhu Ling turned his attention to Li Peicheng, who had an indifferent expression and remained silent.
"This must be Li Peicheng who injured my junior brother Zhu Shi, right? I wonder what the relationship between Zhenren Fang and this person is?" Zhu Ling finally began to show his sharp edge, showing a hint of the strong figure of the Huashan Sect.
"Zhen Li is a close friend of poor Taoism." Fang Yuhua replied.
As soon as Fang Yuhua said these words, the faces of Zhu Ling and the others became very ugly, especially Han Zirong's eyes flashed with unwilling hatred.
None of the three of them expected that Li Peicheng would be Fang Yuhua's life-and-death friend. In this case, the matter could not be more obvious. Fang Yuhua would definitely have a hand in this matter, and Li Peicheng and Fang Yuhua could become life-and-death friends. I'm afraid their strength would not be that bad.
Where to go.
"It turns out that Daoist Li is also a fellow Taoist, but Pindao misunderstood and didn't know which fairy mountain he cultivated in?" Zhu Ling said.
"Haha, I have barely understood the way of heaven and earth. As for the place where poor Taoists practice, they are just ordinary mountains and cannot enter the eyes of Taoist priests, so I won't mention it." Li Peicheng said with a smile.
Zhu Ling saw that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he hesitated slightly and said: "This time, Pindao came down the mountain on the order of the patriarch to ask about Daoist Li's injury to my junior brother. Now that Taoist Li is a friend of Zhenren Fang, Pindao also
Don’t go too deep into it, as long as Taoist Master Li apologizes to my junior brother, the matter will be revealed."
Han Zirong's eyes flashed with disappointment when he heard this. He thought that two fairy-like senior brothers would come down the mountain this time, and Li Peicheng would peel off his skin even if he died. Unexpectedly, he just apologized indifferently. But this kind of situation comes round.
Han Zirong hadn't spoken to him, and besides, Han Zirong had learned a lesson now. He knew that his life was good, and he and Fang Yuhua were close friends of life and death, so it was good to be able to get an apology.
When Li Peicheng heard this, his face changed slightly and he said: "This incident was an insult by a disciple of your sect. He hurt my friend first. Why is it that I apologized to him instead?"
Zhu Ling originally thought that he had made such a big concession and did not treat others the same way he treated others. Li Peicheng should know how to give up when he saw a good thing, but unexpectedly he was beaten back. He suddenly became angry and his face changed.
Han, said in a cold voice: "So, Daoist Li has destroyed the skills of my Huashan sect disciples, injured his Shenting acupoint, and just wants to leave?"
Li Peicheng saw that Zhu Ling's attitude had become tougher. He only insisted on the fact that he had hurt others, but completely ignored his own words. He sneered secretly in his heart. Brother Fang was right. The people of the Huashan Sect were really strong!
"I have said that the disciples of the noble sect acted first in this matter. The only reason to blame is that the disciples of the noble sect bullied others too much. It is just a fantasy for me to apologize. And I don't know what the Taoist priest did to my people?
I hope his life is still there, otherwise I will have to pay for it with the lives of the Han family and his son." Li Peicheng straightened up suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he said in a cold voice with a vast aura exuding from his whole body.
For this reason, Li Peicheng no longer needs to shrink his head. If he wants to fight, he will fight. It is a dream for him to apologize to Han Zirong, the young master.
Although Zhu Ling has reached the golden elixir stage, under the pressure of Li Peicheng's momentum, he still feels a heavy chest and a feeling of being out of breath, not to mention Zhu Xi and Han Zirong.
Zhu Ling was secretly shocked. Only then did he realize that Li Peicheng was stronger than him. He was at least in the middle stage of the golden elixir. He couldn't help but cry in his heart. The matter seemed to be getting more and more complicated. The two people in the middle stage of the golden elixir joined forces. I'm afraid only Shi Shuzu
Or the leader, the patriarch, can win with certainty.
"In that case, farewell!" Zhu Ling is smart enough. He knows that among the three of them, he can barely fight, but the other two are not good enough for others. If he goes on, he will only bring humiliation to himself. The only way to do this is to invite his master and uncles.
We had to go down the mountain, so we turned around and prepared to leave.
"The Taoist priest seems to have forgotten to answer me one question. How are my people doing now?" Li Peicheng pressed.
Zhu Ling did not expect that Li Peicheng would dare to be so aggressive even though he knew that he was a disciple of Huashan. He was extremely angry. However, this was not Huashan. Although he thought that Li Peicheng and Fang Yuhua would not dare to kill them, he still held back the burning desire in his heart.
anger.
Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the rare event. If this guy gets so crazy that he really wants to operate on me, he will only lose his life.
Zhu Ling turned his attention to Han Zirong, a common man like him. Naturally, an expert like him would not bother to deal with it personally. Han Zirong's people were responsible for the aftermath.
Han Zirong is not a fool. Now he naturally knows that the two senior brothers he always thought are very powerful are no match for the two in front of him, so he can only get out of the house in despair. When Han Zirong saw Zhu Ling turning his attention to him, he remembered that Li Peicheng said that if the man's life is not there,
, when the father and son of the Han family opened their mouths, their hearts trembled suddenly, and they secretly cried out in pain, because the man's life was no longer there.
Li Peicheng's eyes were so sharp, Han Zirong's expression changed, and he had vaguely guessed the result.
I didn’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!
Li Peicheng was filled with grief and anger. An innocent life was lost because of his negligence.
"You deserve to die!" Li Peicheng showed his fierceness, raised his dragon claw, and grabbed Han Zirong from the air.
A strong wind arose from the ground, flying sand and rocks, and trees dancing wildly.
A huge suction force suddenly pulled Han Zirong away. Before Zhu Ling and Zhu Xi could react, Han Zirong was already in Li Peicheng's hands.
Li Peicheng's hands were holding Han Zirong's neck like a chicken.
Under the watery moonlight, Han Zirong's face turned red, his eyes popped out like goldfish eyes, and his hands and feet danced in vain.