Three Blade Sect, Wanren Mountain, a certain room.
Leng Xing, one of the Four Emotions, was lying on the bed, wrapped in white cloth, eyes closed, and unconscious. Although the white cloth was wrapped very thick, there was still a faint blood seeping through the white cloth, exuding spots of dazzling red.
Leng Xing has always been desperate, and injuries are common, but he rarely suffers such serious injuries. His neck has been bitten by Pixiu, and as long as the wound is deeper, he will lose his life.
Everyone can guess that Leng Xing will not be willing to suffer this setback. If he wakes up, he will lose his temper. In order to avoid this happening, and to preserve the tables, chairs, benches, flowers and plants in this room, someone took the medicine for him in advance.
He took sleeping and sedative drugs, causing him to fall into a bottomless sleep.
There were four people standing beside the bed, one of them was the Tender Swordsman, Wen Yuhou, and there were also the Desire Swordsman, Shu Biya, and the Forgetful Swordsman, Cao Xi.
Shu Biya is a beautiful woman with a plump figure, graceful appearance and seductive eyes. She wears a pink Tang knife on her waist. Cao Xi is a decadent man with long hair and a beard.
What he was wearing turned out to be a wooden Tang knife.
The three swords and four emotions are gathered here, and there are not many of them.
In addition to Three Swords and Four Loves, there is another person in the room. This person is a man who does not look very old, he is close to thirty at most. He is tall and slender, with broad shoulders and slender hair.
He has a slender waist and strong legs. Looking at his face, his facial features are quite heroic, with a pair of thick eyebrows slanting into his temples, a bold nose, and broad lips. His cheeks have sharp edges and corners. His face is stern and extraordinary. Hidden.
He has the temperament of a king. He wears a wide reddish-brown straight jacket, with a simple and elegant pattern on the collar, and wears an extremely simple and neat Tang Dao on his waist.
Although this Tang knife looks simple, it has a sense of perfection that other Tang knives do not have. The length, width, weight and decoration of this knife are all carefully calculated by the craftsmen, and any deviation will be wrong.
Thousands of miles away! This sword is like a model of Tang Dao, the ancestor of Tang Dao! If you want to take a Tang Dao as the representative of Tang Dao, this sword definitely deserves the honor. Other Tang Dao, no matter how special their appearance is,
It just evolved from this Tang sword.
A man who is like a dragon or a phoenix among men, and a Tang sword that is unparalleled in the world!
This person is none other than Zhuo Hongri, the new leader of the Three Sword Sect. This sword is the token "Dao Kedao" of the leader of the Three Sword Sect. Compared with the history of the Three Sword Sect, the Dao Kedao of this Tang sword is even greater.
It goes back even further and can be traced back to the beginning of the Tang Dynasty.
Although the three people in the Four Loves were standing next to Zhuo Hongri, they all subconsciously kept some distance away and did not dare to come within three steps of Zhuo Hongri. This is the respect of the subordinates for the sect leader. It is also a sign of respect for the sect master.
An instinctive fear!
"Take good care of Leng Xing, don't let him do anything stupid. Let him recover well." Zhuo Hongri opened his mouth and gave instructions. His voice was very low, like a crisp horn on the battlefield, directly hitting people's hearts.
"Don't worry, Sect Master, we will keep an eye on him and prevent him from going crazy." Wen Yuhou said with a bitter smile.
"He's a mad dog who bites people when he wakes up. In my opinion, it's better to keep feeding him medicine to stun him, and then let him wake up after he's healed." Shu Biya interjected, her voice
Quite pleasant to the ear.
Zhuo Hongri did not answer such nonsense, but raised his head slightly, looked at the beam above his head, and said leisurely: "This operation failed because I was careless and underestimated the strength of Yu Ling'er and others.
.If I had known this earlier, I would have sent a few more good soldiers there."
"The sect leader had a clever calculation and did not misjudge the strength of Yu Ling'er and others. It was only that a vicious beast was suddenly killed halfway, which caused the operation to fail. If not for such an accident, we would have captured Yu Ling'er and others alive.
"Wen Yuhou said quickly.
"From your description, that evil beast should be a Pixiu. I have heard about it for a long time. I have heard that there are ferocious beasts in the Mixiang Valley, but I never thought that there is such a thing as Pixiu. If I had known this, I would have killed that beast a long time ago.
Pixiu was captured and used as a strange beast to guard the mountain."
"I'm afraid that Pixiu can no longer be regarded as a mountain guarding beast. Under Leng Xing's violent attack, that Pixiu has been fatally injured. Coupled with my knife, it has completely died."
"It's a pity, it's a pity." Zhuo Hongri shook his head and changed the subject, "The failure of your operation this time has left a lot of trouble. First, they may suspect the spies we planted in the Taishan Sect.
Secondly, they will never give up. The two factions are afraid that this will lead to another bloody storm."
"It's all my fault that Leng Xing and I didn't do things well and caused trouble to the Three Sword Sect."
"You and Leng Xing have done your best, there is no need to blame yourself, and this is not necessarily a bad thing. We have an sworn hatred with the Taishan sect, and we must finally end it. This hatred has been dragging on for several years.
It's time to bring this account back to the table and settle it. As the old saying goes, the battle will never end until Jin Tai dies!" Zhuo Hongri said with a sharp look. As his words fell, it seemed that even the weather outside the window changed.
Changed, the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy!
The faces of the three people next to them all changed slightly, because they all understood what would happen if the two sects caused trouble again. They had all participated in the bloody battle seven years ago. The bloody scene was still vivid in their minds, and occasionally
The scene at that time will be reproduced in the dream.
Wen Yuhou showed a look of compassion on his face. If it weren't for repaying the sect for cultivating him, he really wouldn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.
Shu Biya on the side also lost her beauty, but Cao Xi's expression did not change much, except for two cold gleams in his eyes.
"You guys should get ready early. When the battle comes, the sect will still need more support from you, the pillars." Zhuo Hongri ordered, raised his hand and patted Wen Yuhou on the shoulder twice, and stepped out of the room.
Door.
Zhuo Hongri walked down the stairs, passed through the house and courtyard, and went to deal with other sect affairs. When he was passing a certain road, he met a strange sweeper.
This sweeper looks very old. His head is covered with gray and white hair, which has been eroded by the wind and frost of the years. His figure is very deformed. It seems that he is born with a disability. He is very short, stooped and hunched on one side.
He has a big body, a small body on one side, and obvious muscle distortions on his face, which makes him look quite weird and scary.
It was already very strange for such a person to stay in the Three Sword Sect. What was even more strange was that when Zhuo Hongri passed by this person, he quietly said something to him.
"Leng Xing is no longer seriously injured. Now we have to wait for the people from the Taishan Sect to come to our door. We sent people to assassinate their hall master, and they will definitely not give up. This is probably what you want to see."
The sweeper was still sweeping the floor, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything. His crooked lips were tightly pursed, like a closed door, but there was a trace of sound coming out from the gap.
Zhuo Hongri heard it and responded.
"Since they will come to you sooner or later, why bother waiting here? It's better to turn from passive to active and bite the people of Taishan Sect!"
Zhuo Hongri raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you still need me to teach you, the great sect master, how to catch a thief when he shouts?" the sweeper asked without answering.
Zhuo Hongri took a deep breath and suddenly said: "Okay, I understand."
"Remember to bring the half-dead Leng Xing over. Using him as evidence will be more effective than anything else. Before setting off, say a few words in public to incite the emotions of our disciples." the sweeper reminded.
Zhuo Hongri didn't answer anymore. He didn't need to explain these things to the sweeper, he could figure it out.
A dignified sect leader and a grotesque sweeper passed by each other, and no one knew what they said.
…
In the early morning, Chaoyangju.
Zhao Zheng stood in the distance, watching A Bao in the cage nibbling on a fresh bamboo, eating with gusto. With the help of meat-flavored pills, A Bao's appetite was greatly increased, and he finally couldn't resist the temptation of food.
I started eating. After two days of full meals, Po's condition improved greatly and he was out of danger and no longer in serious trouble.
Because A Bao's wild nature has not faded and he is very vigilant, Zhao Zheng and others still find it inconvenient to always approach A Bao, and most of the time they can only stand and observe from a distance.
Pixiu is a top-grade exotic beast, extremely precious, and its value is no less than that of Zichujian. In order to avoid trouble, Zhao Zheng did not publicize this matter to the outside world. Most people would not recognize Pixiu at all anyway. See
I would just think of it as some kind of big cat.
Everyone who lives in the yard loves this cute little guy, except Jiannu, because he has seen an adult Pixiu fight with his own eyes and knows how terrifying this naive and strange beast is.
Logically speaking, Zhao Zheng should have gone to Lengxiangju to study the last of the three medicines, Tongqiao Dan, with Yu Ling'er today, but he stayed in the yard and has not left. The reason for this is because he
I want to spend more time with Po and enhance our relationship as much as possible.
"Dong dong dong..."
While Zhao was watching A Bao eating, someone knocked on the courtyard door from outside, and he didn't know who it was.
Several other people in the yard were busy with other things, so Zhao Zheng had no choice but to run over and reach out to open the door.
The person who came was wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Taishan sect, and he looked very unfamiliar. This person saluted Zhao Zheng, called him "elder" respectfully, and then said the reason for his visit. It turned out that he was here to invite Zhao Zheng.
Take a trip to Weiwu Hall.
As the saying goes, a teacher has a reputation, so Zhao Zheng must have a reputation to go there, but the disciples couldn't explain the reason, and just blindly assumed that the master of the Weiwu Hall invited him.
The Taishan Sect has many halls, with varying degrees of importance. The Weiwu Hall is one of the more important halls. This hall has only one responsibility, and that is to fight to the death with hostile forces or sects! To put it bluntly, the Weiwu Hall is quite
to the army of a country.
For a hall like this, of course, it is necessary to pay more attention to increasing the combat power. Therefore, everyone who can enter this hall is not a loser. They must have some ability. It is not enough to have ability, but also
Cruel and ruthless, dare to fight to the death.
Logically speaking, Zhao Zheng has nothing to do with Weiwu Hall, let alone any affiliation. The two sides are incompatible with each other. It is really strange that Weiwu Hall would ask him to come over.
There is another thing that worries him very much. There are two main spies placed by the Three Sword Sect in the Taishan Sect. One of them is the beloved wife of the faction's general manager, Le Shizhi, and the other is the deputy head of the Weiwu Hall! Weiwu.
If someone from the hall came to find him, there was a certain possibility that the spy was causing trouble. Although this possibility is not very high, it cannot be ruled out.
Since coming to the Taishan Sect, he has been most concerned about these two spies. He has always wanted to find them out and make them public, but he did not dare to act rashly. He could only slowly collect evidence and wait for the opportunity.
In order to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Weiwu Hall, he promised to go to Weiwu Hall.
The disciple who delivered the letter bowed deeply and turned to leave.
"Well, the Taishan Sect is really troubled by internal and external troubles now, but compared with external troubles, internal troubles are more harmful." Zhao Zheng muttered secretly, went back to the house to tidy up, and then explained to several people in the hospital.
He got up and rushed to the Weiwu Hall.
The Mighty Martial Hall is not on the Jade Emperor Peak, but on the Yueguan Peak. This peak is located to the west of the Jade Emperor Peak, and there is still some distance between it and the Jade Emperor Peak. However, this distance is not too far for martial arts masters.
If you use Qinggong to travel far, it will only take a few sticks of incense.
After Zhao Zheng got off the Jade Emperor Peak, he used his internal strength and his legs were like flying. He went straight to the west and successfully climbed to Yueguan Peak.
At this time, the morning fog has not yet dissipated, and the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are lingering, like a fairyland on earth. The buildings built on the top of the mountain break through the white fog, as if they were built on the white clouds.
What surprised Zhao Zheng was that he was not the only one invited, there were also many people, most of whom were hall masters and elders, all of whom had certain status within the Taishan Sect.
These people were sitting in the large hall of the Weiwu Hall, gathering in groups of three or two, chatting among themselves. Zhao Zheng asked a few familiar people about their purpose of coming here.
All I got were blank answers, and no one knew what Weiwutang was going to do.
Since no one else knew, Zhao Zheng stopped asking and simply found a chair to sit down and wait for the answer to be revealed.
As time passed, more and more people came, gradually filling the entire hall.
After everyone waited for a long time, the two stewards of the Weiwu Hall finally arrived. The hall master and deputy hall master at the entrance of the hall came out from behind a red curtain, followed by the master of the Xinggui Hall, the iron masked man.
. Among the people in the Mixiang Valley group, Zhang Tiemian suffered the most serious injury. The old injury has not yet healed, and his body was wrapped in several strips of white cloth.
Zhao Zheng was sitting among the crowd, looking across the crowd at these people, focusing mainly on the chief and deputy heads of the mighty hall. (To be continued...)
