The Taoist was silent, not chanting sutras, nor sleeping. He seemed to be meditating, or facing a wall.
For no reason, Tang Jiuer suddenly felt a bit heavy and vicissitudes of life in his heart, as if he was infected by the other party's emotions.
She was a cheerful and lively person, but she couldn't bear this dull atmosphere. Now she began to recall all kinds of interesting experiences in her mind, including being pampered by her elder brothers at home, and traveling in the world and meeting all kinds of interesting people and people.
After thinking about it, she couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly burst into laughter.
Fang Qiu Shan looked at Tang Jiu'er in surprise and said, "Miss Jiu'er, you..."
"It's okay, it's okay, I just looked at this master and remembered some interesting things."
Tang Jiuer explained and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about me."
"I know Miss Jiuer that you are such a sweetheart." Fang Qiushan said seriously.
The girl in front of me is innocent, cute, confident and frank, her whole body seems to light up when she smiles, and she travels alone in the world, never puts pressure on others with her family background, she aspires to be chivalrous, extremely responsible, how big do you meet her
I won’t back down from any difficult situation...
Thinking of all the good things about the other person in his mind, Fang Qiushan subconsciously moved his eyes away, fearing that he would not be able to hide the admiration in his eyes if he looked again.
The other party is the most favored pearl of the Tang family today, and although he is the direct descendant of Emei, he is only an ordinary direct descendant. If he wants to match her, he must be an outstanding hero like Wudang Shuangying.
Tang Jiuer didn't notice his emotions. He just stared at the silent Taoist in front of him. Listening to the sound of rain outside, many interesting conjectures arose in his mind.
Falling rain, Po Guan, Taoist, this is undoubtedly very picturesque.
And this Taoist doesn't look like a recluse who is devoted to spiritual cultivation. He has a gloomy brow and a tired look, as if he has experienced a heavy blow. Behind such a person, there must be a heart-stirring story of entanglements and grievances.
But, what is the story?
Unable to bear her curiosity, she asked aloud: "Master, you have harassed the Taoist priest so much, and you still don't know how to grow up?"
The green-robed Taoist did not respond, and there was silence in the hall.
Just when Tang Jiuer thought that the other party would not respond, he only heard him say: "I am a poor Taoist Ziwu."
His voice was still dry and hoarse, emotionless, as if he had seen through the world, the mortal world, and everything in the world was empty.
The experience of Taoist Ziwu is probably much more serious than imagined...
"Ziwu?!"
Just as Tang Jiuer was feeling emotional, Fang Qiu Shan suddenly spoke up and said in a pitiful tone: "It's actually Zi Wu. I didn't expect that the Taoist Priest's name is the same as that hero's sword."
"With a sword? How come I haven't heard of it?" Tang Jiuer opened his mouth lightly, his jade face slightly startled.
Fang Qiushan said with a smile: "Miss Jiu'er, you came out late in the world, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it before. Not many people know about this matter. I only found out about it when I accidentally heard Junior Sister Zhiruo mention it. Even the headmaster said
However, even with the Heavenly Power of our Emei Sect, it cannot compare to that Ziwu Sword."
"A person as arrogant and arrogant as Senior Exterminator can say that he can't compare with three words?"
Tang Jiuer was surprised and said: "That must be a heroic figure who is not inferior to the predecessors of Ming Dynasty."
Fang Qiushan shook his head and smiled, and said: "Although I am a disciple of Emei, and the master she is is also a first-rate figure in the world, but in my opinion, she is incomparable to the master of the Ziwu Sword."
"When he was alive, he subdued the demons with a Ziwu Sword and swept the world. No one of the world's heroes dared to block its edge. His reputation spread all over the world. Even the masters of the six major sects and the Demon Sect were willing to be defeated. He is a true
A great man who shines for thousands of miles and swallows up mountains and rivers."
"It's a pity, it's a pity that I never had the opportunity to meet him in person..."
Tang Jiuer looked confused, still not knowing who Fang Qiushan was talking about.
Seeing her appearance, Fang Qiushan couldn't help but smile, nodded, and said, "Have you forgotten, who is the person your seventh brother admires the most?"
"It's Sword God Mo Li!"
Tang Jiuer blurted out: "It turns out it's him, it's his sword!"
She touched the jade neck with her bare hands, took out a curved silver needle tied with a red rope, and said: "This heart-piercing needle was given to me by my seventh brother to warn me that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world.
He said that that day, he accidentally shot that person with this needle, and he caught it with his fingers, and then he understood the truth."
"It's a pity that such an outstanding person disappeared in the end..."
There was also a sigh in her tone, while Fang Qiu Shan secretly smacked his tongue.
This is a bone-piercing needle, made of seabed black iron. It is extremely hard and can penetrate gold and stone. It is the Tang Sect's top hidden weapon!
A few days ago, the great Tibetan lama, whose martial arts had reached a first-class level, was killed by them in a sneak attack with this needle. But such a sharp weapon was actually bent with the force of someone's fingers!
The God of Swords truly deserves the name of God of Swords!
"The Wudang sect is really full of heroes. There was a sword god before him, and two heroes later became famous. Master Zhang is worthy of being a great Taoist master who can become an immortal!" Fang Qiushan praised.
"Shuangying?"
The Taoist was stunned for a moment, then said: "What two heroes?"
When the two saw him taking the initiative to speak, they couldn't help but look at each other. Tang Jiuer said: "They are Wudang heroes."
She was afraid that this person would not know the details, so she explained again: "Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji of the Wudang sect are said to have obtained the secret method of improving their qualifications left by the real person Zhang Sanfeng. Although they are young, their skills are not compromised by the masters of the older generation, especially
It's Song Qingshu, who has now entered the first-class realm. He just defeated Master Yuanmiao, the direct disciple of Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple not long ago. He is called the number one among the younger generation, and he has also been nicknamed the Jade-Faced Swordsman."
"As for Zhang Wuji, it is said that he has inherited the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu. He has profound internal skills and is quite good at palm techniques. People in the world call him Tai Chi Palm. His future achievements will be limitless."
There was a lot of envy in her tone. Although the Tang Sect is also a big family and a sect with a long history, its inheritance is still inferior to that of the Wudang Sect. Although their hidden weapons and light skills make people in the world fear them, when it comes to internal strength
True Qi is far beyond comparison.
The younger generation of disciples can still be on par with each other, but after the age of forty, when their internal strength becomes more sophisticated, the gap will be completely widened, and the disciples of the six major sects will be much stronger than the disciples of the Tang Sect.
"Wudang Two Heroes..."
Taoist Ziwu's tone was sighing, it was Mo Li, and he was feeling very emotional:
Fast forward three years, Senior Brother Song, who has never left the mountain, has become a jade-faced swordsman, and Junior Brother Wuji, who has been troubled by cold poison, has also become a Tai Chi palmer.
The two of them thought that Taoist Priest Ziwu would say something about his connection with Wudang Shuangying, but to their surprise, the Taoist Priest in front of them just said in a deep voice:
"Everything in the world goes by the flow of water, and only a dream comes to an end."
The voice was gentle and magnetic, echoing in the dilapidated main hall, matched by the patter of rain, and echoed far and wide in the dark night...
Tang Jiuer froze on the spot, and a different feeling arose in her heart, as if the doll she loved so much when she was a child that she even hugged it when sleeping, turned out to be so tattered that she had no interest in even taking a look at it when she grew up.
Things have changed, people have changed, and the sea has changed, nothing better than this.
She felt the erosion of time, the sadness and vicissitudes of life, but it was not because of Li Yu's words.
Although Li Houzhu wrote good words, he was sentimental about the times and hurt things, and he was sad and pitiful for himself. However, others said that he could not help but feel that "a young man doesn't know what it feels like to be sad, so he insists on expressing sorrow in order to compose new words."
However, in the other party's mouth, there was no hesitation, and he could clearly feel the vicissitudes of the past and the unbearable emotion, which made people feel the same.
What exactly happened to Master Ziwu?
There must be a very deep story hidden in him!
Tang Jiuer's bright eyes lit up. People said that women are like cats, very curious, especially for women who have not left the boudoir. Tang Jiuer was completely moved by the Taoist who called himself 'Ziwu'.
She looked at the back of the Taoist who had his back to them, and felt that under the candlelight, there seemed to be a layer of mist surrounding it. She could vaguely see some outlines, but it was so hazy that it was difficult to make out the whole picture.
Subconsciously, she asked softly, expressing her confusion: "Master, your name is Ziwu, and it sounds like I know Wudang Shuangying. Is it possible that it has some connection with the Wudang sect?"
Fang Qiushan also looked at the Taoist in front of him curiously, wanting to find out his identity.
However, Taoist Ziwu did not look back, but responded in a low voice: "I was lucky enough to live in the mountains for a while."
I just lived there for more than ten years and watched Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji grow up little by little.
The hall became quiet, except for the patter of rain.
Seemingly sensing that the Taoist didn't want to say anything, the two young men were too sensible to ask any more questions. Tang Jiuer's eyes rested on the Taoist's back and whispered to himself: "This must be a wonderful story with a sad ending."
"What?"
Fang Qiushan didn't hear clearly.
Tang Jiuer's face turned red, and he said a little shyly: "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just talking to myself, you don't have to worry about it."
Fang Qiushan looked at the girl's charming face that was both happy and angry, with admiration that could not be concealed in his eyes. He said sternly: "If the demon sect comes after you, Miss Jiu'er, you have great qinggong, don't worry about me, just run for your life."
Yes."
"You're so good, why are you saying such unlucky things?"
Tang Jiuer said strangely: "Besides, this dark rainy night has already eliminated all traces of you and me, and the demon sect's thieves have no way to catch up. But when we go further and find the city, we can ask someone to pass the news to Marshal Zhu, and
You don’t have to do it yourself.”
"I...I'm just afraid of dragging down the girl." Fang Qiushan said casually.
"What's the point of being a drag? You fell into the trap of the demon sect's thieves for me, so I should advance and retreat together with you!"
"Besides..."
Tang Jiuer smiled bitterly and said: "In addition to Zhuang Zheng, the leader of the Ruijin Banner, it is said that there are other important figures in the Demon Sect here. I haven't been able to find out the news. If they really want to chase us, none of us can escape."
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There are big shots too!
Fang Qiushan was shocked. With their martial arts, it would be extremely difficult for them to deal with a first-rate master, let alone other big shots!
However, if I really die, it will be worth it if I can die with Miss Jiuer.
He was thinking this in his mind, and suddenly, a burst of noisy footsteps came from the rain, as if there was a large group of people rushing on their way!
"Someone!"
Tang Jiuer's beautiful face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Be careful!"
But when he saw this charming girl in a red dress, she raised her bare hands, and there were already two swarthy penises on her palms.
Fang Qiushan also placed his palm on the hilt of his sword, his whole body on guard.
The atmosphere in the hall became solemn in an instant. The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was obvious that they had prepared an ambush.
Only a clear voice was heard saying: "I have heard about the reputation of Shuangxiu in Shu for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet Ninth Girl here. I also asked Ninth Girl to show up to meet you."
That voice was powerful and powerful, containing real power. It could be heard clearly amidst the sound of wind and rain. It shook the roof beams and made dust fall. It was obvious that the person who came had profound skills and was by no means an ordinary person.
"It's Zhuang Zheng! I've heard his voice!" Tang Jiuer said with a solemn expression.
Fang Qiushan had a bitter look on his face, he was really being chased, and he thought he was a crow's mouth!
but……
A stern look flashed across his face, and he said: "Don't worry, Miss Jiu'er, Fang will never let you be harmed in the slightest before he dies!"
Under heavy siege by the demon sect, it was impossible for them to escape with their martial arts. The only thing he could do was to die before Tang Jiuer.
"It may not be that we have no chance of victory. I still have one of my heart-penetrating needles. If Zhuang Zheng fails to notice for a moment and allows us to make a lucky move, we may be able to escape!"
Tang Jiuer pursed his lips and said with a smile. At such a dangerous moment, he remained calm and calm. His charming face was particularly attractive under the candlelight.
"Miss Ninth, come out quickly. I know you are very good at concealed weapons in the Tang Sect. If you don't come out, don't blame us for demolishing this broken Taoist temple!" Zhuang Zheng shouted outside the door.
The man was short and fat, strong and capable. He was holding a thick mace with many barbs on it, which was very evil. Beside him, there were dozens of Ruijin Banners in uniforms, all with stern expressions on their faces.
Hearing that the Taoist temple was about to be demoted, Tang Jiuer and Fang Qiushan felt desperate. Although they were both disciples of famous families, when it came to martial arts, how could they compete with the top masters of the older generation? Tang Jiuer was extremely talented, but how old he was.
Shang Qing, she might be able to defeat a top-notch expert with Qinggong and hidden weapons, but without the right location and in full public view, how could a hidden weapon hit a top-notch master who has been famous for decades?
"That's all, if you fight him, the elders of your family will definitely avenge you and me." Tang Jiuer said, biting his jade lips.
Fang Qiu Shan did not answer, but clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his thoughts self-evident.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
At this moment, a trumpet sounded in the ears of the two of them. The voice was soothing and contained a strange and reassuring power, which instantly dispelled the despair in their hearts.
Tang Jiuer turned around and looked, only to see Master Ziwu who had been sitting facing the statue. He slowly stood up, picked up a piece of wood from the ground, wrote a word one by one with his fingers, and then handed it over.
Said: "Show them."
On the wood is the word "retreat".
The calligraphy is powerful and penetrating into the wood, and between the strokes, there is hidden sharpness and a hint of swordsmanship.
But just with the word "retreat", can these demon sect demons escape?