(Sweat, I saw a brother asking why there was no update yesterday. I remember that when I posted the last chapter the day before yesterday, I should have said it at the end. I met an old classmate yesterday and I really didn’t have time to type. Please forgive me, brother.
.Sorry... I will make up for it, there is a third chapter today.)
The man was still leaning on the table and said: "Hey, there are as many sins as there are romantic debts. This group of disciples and elders of the Hengshan Sect are in extremely bad shape."
Ling Jing raised his eyebrows and saw this man with disheveled hair lying on the table. He couldn't see his face clearly. He glanced at the man and saw a huqin lying beside the table. The body of the piano was old and had turned yellow. He thought for a moment that he had already guessed it.
person's identity.
He laughed, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Mo, why are you joking with me?"
The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at Ling Jing's face coldly. It was Mr. "*Ye Yu" Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect. He snorted and said, "Boy, take it with you."
Disciples of the Hengshan Sect are showing off in Fuzhou City, do you know that the century-old reputation of the Hengshan Sect will be destroyed at your hands?"
Ling Jing sat down opposite Mo Da. For this senior of the Hengshan Sect, he still had a lot of respect in his heart. He was not upset when he heard this. He just smiled and said: "The incident happened suddenly, and I had no choice but to do so. And junior.
To all the fellow seniors and junior sisters of the Hengshan Sect, we don’t dare to have the slightest bit of arrogance.”
Mr. Mo Da sighed and said: "Although you abide by etiquette, there are so many people in the world with so many mouths, how can you stop Youyou's mouth?" Looking at Ling Jing, he said: "I heard about a group of nuns from the Hengshan sect in Hunan.
I was swaggering through the city with a handsome young man, and these gossips have spread to our Hengshan City. Brother Ling, do you think the centuries-old reputation of the Hengshan Sect has been completely destroyed in one day?"
Ling Jing gave a wry smile. How could he have thought so much about saving people at that time, but now it seems that he was too conspicuous when he led a group of disciples of the Hengshan Sect through the busy city with weapons in hand.
"Senior Mo, it is true that this junior did not consider this matter carefully, but I also have my own reasons." He then told the story of how the Hengshan sect was ambushed and trapped. After that, Mo Da's deep voice was heard.
Without saying a word, he immediately took the wine bottle from the table and poured him a glass of wine.
Mo Da raised the wine glass, poured it into his mouth, and suddenly placed the empty glass heavily on the table, saying: "Zuo Lengchan wants to annex the four sects and form a big sect, trying to compete with the two major sects of Shaolin and Wudang.
Fight against each other. His conspiracy has been going on for a long time. Although it is hidden deep, I have already seen some clues. Fuck his grandmother, he did not allow me, Junior Brother Liu, to wash his hands in the golden basin, and secretly helped the Huashan Sword Sect to compete with Mr. Yue for the leadership.
In the final analysis, this is the reason for his position. I just didn’t expect that he would be so bold and dare to attack the Hengshan Sect so blatantly.”
Ling Jing shook his head and said: "He is not blatant. Originally he was pretending to be a demon sect. He wanted to force the Hengshan sect to have no choice but to agree to the proposal to merge the sects."
Mr. Mo Da nodded and said: "Yes, his next move is to deal with Taoist Master Tianmen of Taishan Sect. Hum, although the Demon Sect is poisonous, it may not be more poisonous than Zuo Lengchan. Little brother Ling, you are no longer here.
As a disciple of the Huashan Sect, you are free and unfettered. You don’t have to worry about the orthodox demonic sect. I advise you to rush to the Shaolin Temple as soon as possible. Just go and rescue Miss Ren and marry her. No one else will come to drink from you.
It’s a wedding banquet, so I’d rather come and drink three glasses of it from you. He’s a bastard, are you afraid of him?” Sometimes he spoke very elegantly, but sometimes he added a few vulgar slang words, saying that he was the head of a sect, which was really a bit unfair.
picture.
Ling Jing frowned slightly and asked: "Senior Mo, is it already known to everyone that Yingying is trapped in Shaolin Temple?"
Mo Da laughed and said: "Little brother is also a romantic person. He was so fascinated by this little lady from the Demon Cult that she was willing to imprison herself in the Shaolin Temple for you. I know that little brother will definitely not be an ungrateful person. I just talked nonsense. Don't talk nonsense."
Sorry." He raised his glass, bowed to Ling Jing, and drank it clean.
Ling Jing smiled bitterly and drank a glass of wine.
"Brother Ling, although not everyone knows about this matter, it is said that the heads of the other three sects of the Wuyue Sword Sect, except Hengshan Sect and me, have already rushed to the Shaolin Temple, and Qingcheng, Kong
Well, Wudang and other famous sects in the righteous way will definitely not stand by and watch." Mo Da looked at Ling Jing deeply, and said with a half-smile but not a smile: "If you want to rescue Miss Ren, I'm afraid it won't be an easy task.
ah."
Ling Jing smiled slightly and said calmly: "Anyway, if you can save it, you have to save it. If you can't save it, you have to save it. Senior Mo, do you think so or not?"
Mo Da laughed loudly and said in a smooth tone: "This is the man of my generation! Come on, little brother, Mo Da will not come home until I get drunk with you today."
The two drank several drinks, but Mo Da suddenly frowned and said: "Brother Ling, many heretical people have been gathering in various places recently. It is said that they have agreed to attack the Shaolin Temple together on December 15th." He raised his head.
, looked at Ling Jing with burning eyes and asked: "What do you think of this matter?"
Ling Jing said lightly: "These wealthy people in the world are sincere in order to save Miss Ren. However, I don't want to go to the Shaolin Temple with them."
He has always been a loner and is not used to cooperating with others. Moreover, these heretical people have always been disobedient and willful. He is not arrogant enough to think that he can command the heroes of the world by himself.
Mo Da shook his head and said: "No. Little brother, these people are fighting on their own. If they attack Shaolin in one go, no matter whether it is good or evil, there will be heavy casualties. If little brother can order these people to stay, it can be done less."
He committed many crimes."
Ling Jing was silent for a moment, and then said: "Senior, I'm afraid this matter is not easy to accomplish."
Although he was fearless when fighting alone, there were tens of thousands of masters of evil sects in the world, so how could he intimidate so many people?
Hearing this, Mo Da sighed and said, "That's right. These heretical people always lick blood with their swords and refuse to obey discipline. Although my little brother's martial arts are high, it's not easy to suppress so many people."
Ling Jing smiled nonchalantly, toasted Mo Da, and said: "Although this junior cannot stop these many people, I will definitely do my best to prevent them from committing murder in vain."
Although the Shaolin Temple rescued him because Linglong was willing to imprison himself, in any case, he was kind to him. Even if he wanted to rescue Linglong, he was not willing to kill the disciples of the Shaolin Temple.
The two toasted to each other, but after half the wine, Mo Da's face had a smoky look on his face, and soon after, he fell drunk on the table.
Ling Jing looked at the senior of the Hengshan Sect, shook his head and laughed. He really didn't expect that this senior had such a small amount of alcohol. He didn't say anything to wake up Mo Da, and went to pay for two tables of drinks, then got up and left the wine shop.
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Today's chance encounter with Mo Da also made him know a lot of news. The right-wing people in the world have made an appointment to attack Shaolin on December 15th. It seems that there is not much time left until now.
After returning to the passenger ship, it didn't take long for the ship to continue sailing north.
A few days later, Ling Jing took the land route again. On this day, he rode by the foot of Wudang Mountain. Looking up the mountain, he saw the location of Wudang Mountain. It was an extremely high mountain with lush vegetation. Halfway up the mountain, there was a hidden mountain.
The majestic Taoist Palace, with the eagle spreading its wings and flying over, looks extremely majestic.
"When we get here, it's already the territory of the Wudang Sect." Ling Jing withdrew his gaze and rode slowly past the foot of the mountain. Not long after walking, he heard the noise in front of him. When he looked up, he saw a dense crowd of people.
, many people had silver lights shining on their waists and backs, showing that they were armed with weapons.
"Why are there so many martial arts people gathered here?" Ling Jing didn't want to cause trouble. He rode through the outer circle of hundreds of wealthy people in the world of martial arts. When he walked to the front of the circle, he saw a man standing opposite these wealthy people.
A skinny old man, accompanied by a skinny donkey.
The old man looked leisurely and looked at the many rough guys with a smile, as if he was not afraid at all that he would be attacked by a sword in the next moment.
But the faces of the gangsters opposite were a little ugly. There was a tall, blue-eyed middle-aged man with a gloomy face. Next to him stood a fat man with a big head and a short body, and a middle-aged scholar with a rough appearance. The three of them
They all looked a little embarrassed, looking at the old man opposite with very fearful eyes.
"Ji Wu Shi, Patriarch of the Yellow River?" Ling Jing recognized these three people as the ones he had seen at Wu Ba Gang. His heart moved, and when he looked at the old man again, he suddenly smiled and had already guessed his identity.
identity.
Suddenly, Ling Jing rode his horse and ran directly into the middle of the two groups. He was on the horse, he held his hands in front of the three people and smiled and said: "Three friends, you are welcome and safe."
"Ah! It's Mr. Ling!"
Ji Wushi and others were stunned for a moment, and then they looked overjoyed and hurriedly saluted, "Sir, why are you here?"
The heads behind him were shaking, and whispers continued. It was obvious that many people had heard of Ling Jing's name and knew that he was the object of the Saint's admiration.
Zu Qianqiu came up to lead Ling Jing's horse, and the wealthy guests behind him were secretly amazed. Zu Qianqiu and the old man were both known as "Ancestors of the Yellow River" in the rivers and lakes. Everyone knew about their martial arts and prestige, but when they saw his face
He humbly went to lead the man's horse. When everyone was surprised, they couldn't help but pay special attention to the young master.
Ling Jing turned over and dismounted, thanked Zu Qianqiu, turned around and said, "We will talk about this later, but right now there is a highly respected senior who I need to visit."
Ji Wushi and the others were startled for a moment, but Ling Jing had already turned his head, bowed his head to the thin old man driving the donkey, and said: "Junior Ling Jing, I have met the leader of Wudang, Taoist Master Chongxu."
The old man's dim eyes suddenly flashed with light. He looked at Ling Jing, stroked his long beard, and said meaningfully: "Are you Ling Jing?"
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, the group of heroes behind Ji Wushi and the others started talking like a pot. No one expected that this ordinary-looking old man would turn out to be the world-famous leader of the Wudang Sect.
, no wonder Ji Wushi and the other three people were restrained by the old man's two moves earlier. If this man was really Taoist Master Beidou Chongxu of Taishan in the martial arts world, it wouldn't be so strange.
