All the way up the stairs, Zhao Changhe looked at the scenery of Wushan with great interest.
It just so happens that the time is changing from winter to spring, coupled with the geographical changes, from the majestic Kunlun to the land of beautiful mountains and rivers, the ice and snow are gone, the grass and trees are green, the humidity after the spring rain is everywhere, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it is like traveling through a new secret realm.
Very interesting experience.
It's a pity that the ink in my stomach is sometimes dry, and occasionally I can come up with some wonderful sentences, but whenever I am in a scene that should be poetic, I can only remember a few famous sentences that are not suitable for the situation.
For example, there was a time when the sea was like water, except for Wushan, it was not like clouds. The one here is Master Xue. Is this poem appropriate?
Or to say something like, Wushan is high, Wushan is low, Xiaoxiao doesn’t come home in the evening rain, and he keeps time alone in an empty house.
Leader Xue would probably beat him up after hearing this, saying who is guarding the empty room alone?
Having said that, it seems that the entire Blood God Sect is not interested in women, only bloodthirsty and murderous... what a stupid sect.
In fact, not many people know about the Blood God Sect in Wushan, otherwise it might have been wiped out long ago. Zhao Changhe also asked Wan Dongliu of the Sixiang Sect before he found out that it is here. On the surface, there is only one village in Wushan, Xiaoju.
The gang occupied the mountain and robbed families and homes. The sect relied on an underground secret place in the mountain to operate secretly, which was very similar to the template of Beimang.
At the moment when Maitreya is disrupting the south, Daxia officials really have no time to pay attention to this mountain king.
But what's better than Beimang is that this village is not a village. It spreads from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The villages of various sizes are actually deep and have some fortifications...
"Stop, what are you doing!"
Looking all the way to the entrance of the village, a group of gangsters surrounded him unbearably and stared at him nervously: "This is not a place for sightseeing... We have tolerated you for a long time..."
Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud: "Why do you have to endure it?"
Someone murmured for a moment and whispered: "Are you... Zhao Changhe?"
At this moment, Zhao Changhe's dragon bird is stored in the ring, missing a classic logo, but there is another classic scar on his face that he has finally not wiped off. He comes to worship the mountain as Zhao Changhe openly and honestly, which cannot be done to the king.
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "Why don't you dare to admit it? Is it because you don't have a knife?"
"Nowadays, everyone who imitates Zhao Changhe carries a broad sword. How can there be a real Zhao Changhe who doesn't carry a sword? I tell you no!" Someone complained to his companions: "I am being raped by someone who doesn't know whether he is Zhao Changhe or not."
No one dares to stop me when I get to the gate of the village, and if I tell you, I will be laughed at!"
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "So if Zhao Changhe is really coming, won't you stop him?"
The gangsters all said: "Nonsense, Boss Zhao is from our holy sect. If he really comes, why don't he just go home."
The god went out...Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Aren't you still chasing him? Why did he just go home..."
"The fatwa is sitting there and no one mentions it. Who takes it seriously?" The gangsters said cautiously: "Are you, let me tell you, don't pretend here. We have asked Beimang to
My brother has come out to identify someone, don’t run away!”
While they were talking, a person hurriedly came from the village: "I heard that there is someone who looks like our master? Ouch, you are here, the master. I miss you brothers so much!"
Zhao Changhe looked up and smiled even wider. It was Brother Beimang who asked Xuanwu to write a letter of introduction a few days ago. Sure enough, Xue Canghai pinched his nose and assigned them the position of small leader. For example, this sixth son,
Arranged to be the little leader of the lowest cottage?
The Sixth Son stood out from the crowd, rushed to Zhao Changhe and hugged him, turned around and held his head high: "Who is blind enough to say no? If this is not our head, could it be your father!"
Everyone: "..."
This is not your copycat, who is in charge?
But except for the slander, no one dared to show it. On the contrary, everyone had a look of admiration on their faces, and they all bent down and saluted: "It's really Boss Zhao..."
"I've met Brother Zhao!"
"Hello, Boss Zhao!"
"Boss Zhao, you are our god!"
"Hello, Boss Zhao. Sit inside and we'll inform the leader? By the way, take Boss Zhao for a walk?"
"..." Zhao Changhe really couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this person who was so happy to see his idol. Why don't you create a super story?
He could think that if he went to the Blood God Sect to formally come to worship the mountain, he would not be regarded as a traitor and would be beaten and killed. After all, with his current strength and relationship network, Leader Xue must treat it with caution. Not long ago, he had an affair with the Four Symbol Saints.
The woman joined hands with Tian Lingzi to kill the poisonous spider, and the report was made known to the whole world. It can be said that she stretched her head out for Leader Xue to chop him, but even if he had the guts to do it, he would not dare to do it.
But I never thought that I would be treated as one of my own by the members of the Blood God Cult, or that I would be the kind of person who has a good face... With this attitude, did I betray the Blood God Cult, or did I become a master and return to my hometown in glory?
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have wasted Sanniang's favor by stuffing people into it.
"Go, go, of course I will take you around, Master, what do you want?" Liuzi glared at Zhao Changhe with his hands on his hips, and then smiled apologetically at Zhao Changhe: "Master, Wushan is quite beautiful, with many scenic spots, I will take you to visit?"
Zhao Changhe then laughed: "Are we familiar?"
"It's not bad, green forest routines are the same everywhere. Teacher Sun is in a good position here, and he can also take care of everyone." Liu Zi led the way: "The weather here is so good, brothers don't know where we are.
What are you doing in the ice and snow in Beimang?"
Zhao Changhe declined a group of eager licking dogs and followed Liuzi into the village: "Didn't Mr. Sun wear small shoes?"
"It is said that life was not easy for a period of time, and some people in the church were being squeezed out. Although the leader has said that teaching with all his heart is a matter of merit and no fault. The teaching of doctrine is not the responsibility of the teacher, and he is not allowed to make things difficult... He said so,
But it’s inevitable that we’ll also be distant.”
"Well, it's normal to be alienated. I'm also afraid that the Blood God Cult is vicious and if they punish Lao Sun indiscriminately, then our relationship will be different..."
Liuzi smiled and said: "How can you not, let alone punishment, even the exclusion and alienation gradually disappeared. Many people's attitudes improved without knowing it, and some quietly went to ask Sun Jianxi for advice.
, I heard that even the guardian elder secretly went to seek advice. He is much more advanced in practice than Sun Jiaoxi... This means that Sun Jiaoxi has always been regarded as a reclusive old man selling wontons."
Zhao Changhe laughed: "Everyone's story is about selling wontons, aren't they sweeping the floor?"
Liuzi: "Ah?"
"Uh, it's okay, you continue."
"Then, the leader actually thought highly of Sun Jiaoxi. He granted permission to study many core secrets, and it is said that he also allowed him to comprehend the sacred objects. As a result, Sun Jiaoxi's practice has also improved this year, and he has broken through the sixth level of the profound entrance. Now he is not a legend.
A mere disciple under Elder Gong has been promoted to be the protector of the holy religion, and now no one dares to say anything to exclude him."
Zhao Changhe sighed deeply when he heard this.
It’s not like just any elder in the Blood God Religion who teaches under Lao Sun’s level... Lao Sun is not only responsible, but his basic skills are really solid. I thought it was routine before, but after wandering around for so long, I discovered that it is actually extremely powerful.
Some Jianghu people are really average in this aspect and don't seem to pay much attention to it.
What Professor Sun actually lacks is good training and advancement. If he really had the resources to cultivate him, why would he only have the fourth level of the entrance hall when he is in his thirties?
There are actually a lot of geniuses in the world, but a lot of them are buried. This happens no matter which force it is, and more often than not, they may not even have the opportunity to become a disciple to acquire the skills.
The two of them talked as they walked up the mountain. Someone had already gone up first to inform the church.
Over there, Xue Canghai was talking to the Maitreya Cult envoy. The guards outside poked their heads in, winked, and didn't say anything. Xue Canghai stood up and walked over speechlessly, waving his hand and giving him a slap: "Who taught your rats how to behave?"
The guard felt terribly wronged, held his cheek and lowered his voice: "Zhao Changhe pays homage to the mountain."
Xue Canghai thumped, knowing that he had hit the wrong person. The guard was definitely well-intentioned and smart. It was really difficult to deal with the Maitreya Cult messenger who heard him.
What's more, Zhao Changhe has the habit of killing envoys from other families in front of his master. In front of the Wang family, in the Batu army, they did it twice in a row. One of the victims was the Maitreya sect.
Xue Canghai's thoughts turned and he turned around and smiled at the envoy: "I have some important personal matters to deal with. The envoy can go back and rest first. You and I can talk about it later."
After speaking, he winked at the guards, signaling that the envoy must not be allowed out to see Zhao Changhe, and then hurriedly left the meeting hall and quickly went down the mountain.
Only halfway down the mountain, I looked down and saw loud cheers in the village below. A group of Blood God cultists surrounded Zhao Changhe, as if they were seeing an idol visiting. Then Zhao Changhe waved his hands with a smile, saying "Thank you for your hard work, brothers"
Stinky look.
Several people who had just come from Beimang surrounded him, talking and laughing all the way up the mountain. They passed by different villages and gathered their younger brothers. Look at the crowds, you are the leader of the Blood God Sect.
Am I the leader?
Are you here to show off your power? Xue Canghai was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Just as he was thinking about Zhao Changhe's true intention and attitude in coming here, another figure hurriedly flew over from the top of the mountain on the other side, and arrived in front of Zhao Changhe in less than a moment.
Zhao Changhe stopped.
As countless gangsters in the village looked up eagerly, Zhao Changhe knelt down on one knee and made a big salute: "I am very happy to see you, Master, in good health and successful in practice."
The continuous mountain village was silent. Even Teacher Sun, who came to see his apprentice, never thought that he would receive such a great gift. He was so stupid that he even forgot to help him up.
The last time I blocked you on Gujian Lake Road, you weren't so polite.
Xue Canghai, who was watching from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief... Judging from this performance, at least he was not looking for trouble.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Zhao Changhe looking up in the direction of the hilltop where Xue Canghai was standing, as if he had known where he was for a long time. Xue Canghai's heart clicked again... Such five senses were at least at the door of the secret.
Zhao Changhe stood up and spoke calmly, his voice reaching the distant mountains: "Master Xue is here well... Zhao Changhe, the non-staff gangster, pays homage to the mountain."
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