The mountain wind is fierce.
Li Zhige climbed down the uneven cliff face with his hands. Even though he had a hemp rope tied around his waist, cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.
If the hemp rope breaks and falls off the cliff, Li Zhige cannot imagine the consequences.
The rising sun has risen in the east, but the clouds and fog have not yet cleared.
Li Zhige looked up. The top of the cliff was dozens of meters above him.
Looking down, I can see nothing but clouds and mist.
Thinking of his master's unavenged blood feud, Li Zhige gritted his teeth and continued to climb down.
After climbing down a few meters, a stone platform stretched out from the cliff face, with a vigorous ancient tree on the stone platform.
Seeing this extended stone platform, Li Zhige finally relaxed a little and smiled on his face.
Landing steadily on the stone platform, Li Zhige looked around.
When Zhang Wuji jumped from the top of the cliff, he was saved because of the cypress growing on the stone platform.
In front of Li Zhige, there is a narrow passage leading into the mountain, which can only allow thin people to get through.
Bones wrapped in luxurious robes were scattered in the narrow passage.
This white bone should be that of Zhu Changling.
Zhang Wuji and Zhu Changling fell off the cliff together and landed on this stone platform. At that time, Zhang Wuji was still a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. His body bones were not fully opened and he crawled in along the gap. But Zhu Changling was stuck in the gap, unable to get in or out. He starved to death and became a skeleton.
Li Zhige looked at his tall figure and was glad that he had thought carefully and brought a chisel.
Reaching out to clean the bones aside, Li Zhige rolled up his sleeves and dug a narrow passage through the interior of the cliff.
Behind the passage, there is a cave.
The grass grows here, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
On a big branch, a wild man was wearing ill-fitting tattered clothes. He pricked up his ears, with a strange expression on his face, and whispered to himself, "Could it be that people from Zhuwu Lianzhuang came down to look for Zhu Changling? They want to dig a passage." Come in and arrest me, and ask for the whereabouts of my adoptive father?"
Thinking of this, no matter how good-tempered Zhang Wuji was, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Looking at his palms, Zhang Wuji saw that his skills had greatly improved after practicing the Nine Yang Manual, and he was no longer afraid of the people in Zhuwu Lianzhuang. He jumped down from the big branch and walked towards the entrance of the valley, determined to teach the people of Zhuwu Lianzhuang a lesson.
On Zhang Wuji's shoulder, a snow-white little ape squeaked, seeming to be asking Zhang Wuji.
Li Zhige got out of the passage and threw away the chisel in his hand. He had no time to observe the scenery in the valley and stared blankly at the savage in front of him.
The savage in front of him was not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall.
The tattered clothes on his body looked short, he had a thick beard on his face, and his hair was unkempt, but his eyes were bright.
This should be Zhang Wuji.
Before Li Zhige could speak, a fist had already hit him.
Li Zhige counterattacked subconsciously.
boom!
The two fists collided together, and Li Zhige took several steps back before regaining his balance.
Is this the Nine Yang Divine Art?
What a surge of anger!
Li Zhige looked at the savage in front of him solemnly.
At this time, Zhang Wuji was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had only been practicing the Nine Yang Sutra for two or three years, but he actually had such strong Qi! Judging from Zhang Wuji's temperament, he probably still has some strength left.
Seeing that Zhang Wuji wanted to take action, Li Zhige quickly stopped and said, "Stop!"
"Why did you attack me?"
Zhang Wuji is an honest man. He really stopped and asked with vigilance in his eyes, "Aren't you here to arrest me and force me to ask about the whereabouts of my adoptive father?"
Li Zhige tilted his head, "Who are you, and who is your adoptive father? Why should I arrest you and ask you about the whereabouts of your adoptive father?"
Zhang Wuji was no longer a child at this time. He had witnessed his parents committing suicide, he had also witnessed Master Miejie beating Ji Xiaofu to death, and he had also experienced Zhu Jiuzhen's seduction. He did not completely let go of his vigilance in his eyes, but asked coldly, "What are you?" Man, what’s the purpose of coming here?”
Li Zhige laughed heartily and replied, "I am Li Zhige, the leader of the Divine Fist Sect. I accidentally heard that there is a magical skill here called the Nine Yang Manual, so I came here to look for the scripture."
Infected by Li Zhige's hearty laughter, Zhang Wuji lowered his guard and put a little more smile on his face.
It turns out that I came here to find the Nine Yang Manual, not just to ask about the whereabouts of my adoptive father.
Li Zhige's eyes flickered and he asked, "Little brother, who are you? You are not very old, why are you here?"
If you can't beat Zhang Wuji, you can't be tough!
Li Zhige made his judgment and his laughter became a little more hearty.
Although Zhang Wuji was honest, he was not stupid. He rolled his eyes, scratched his disheveled hair, and smiled at Li Zhige, "Brother Li, my name is Zeng Aniu. I accidentally fell from the top of the mountain and hit him by mistake. Enter this valley."
Li Zhige nodded, believing it to be true and not asking too many questions.
Looking at Zhang Wuji in front of him, Li Zhige smiled and continued, "More than a hundred years ago, there was a peerless magical skill in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion called the Nine Yang Manual. At that time, there were two masters in the world who came to Shaolin. After stealing the Nine Yang Scripture, they fled all the way to Kunlun and hid the Nine Yang Scripture in a valley behind a cliff. "
"Brother A Niu, the Nine Yang Manual is most likely hidden in this valley. Seeing that you are also a martial arts practitioner, when I find the Nine Yang Manual, I will definitely take it out for you to meditate with me."
Zhang Wuji's expression was a little unnatural. He nodded dully, not knowing what to say.
Li Zhige turned around and said, "Brother A Niu, I'm looking for scriptures. Do you want to help me search for them?"
Zhang Wuji shook his head, a little confused, "Brother Li, I'm not interested in martial arts, you can find it yourself."
Li Zhige nodded, turned and left.
For three days, Li Zhige was looking for the Nine Yang Manual.
Zhang Wuji lit up the bonfire and grilled two fishes in his hands. His eyes were a little evasive and he asked Li Zhige, "Brother Li, you haven't slept for three days. You have searched the valley all over. What is the meaning of the Nine Suns Sutra?" Are you really important?"
Li Zhige sighed heavily, "The Nine Yang Manual is very important to me."
"Brother A Niu, to tell you the truth, I am searching for the Nine Yang Manual to develop strong martial arts and avenge my master and senior sister."
"That year, my master, senior sister, and several senior brothers passed by the foot of Mount Emei. Just because some of my senior brothers praised the Mingjiao people as heroes, the Emei sect's exterminator actually pulled out the Heavenly Sword and killed my master and senior sister. Several senior brothers were killed by the sword."
"I swore before my master's grave that if I don't take revenge, I will be killed by the Five Thunders!"
"It's a shame that my martial arts skills are low and I am no match for Master Miejie."
As he spoke, Li Zhige's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were filled with crystal water.
This time, Li Zhige told the truth and did not lie to Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji stared at Li Zhige blankly, his nose feeling a little sore.
He remembered that a few years ago, when his master turned 100, he and his parents rushed back from Binghuo Island to celebrate his master's birthday. He clearly remembered that those people who thought they were well-known and upright went to his parents to ask about the whereabouts of his adoptive father and the dragon-slaying knife on his master's 100th birthday.
He saw his father commit suicide. He hid in his mother's arms and saw his mother insert a dagger into her abdomen. His mother held his face with her bloody hands and said softly to him, "Wuji, look at those people and remember their appearance in your heart. When you grow up, kill them all to avenge your parents. Not even a single one of them will be killed." Don't fall behind."
Among that group of people was Master Miejie!
Zhang Wuji looked at the tall Li Zhige. He twitched his nose and suddenly slapped himself. He cursed secretly, Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, you are really not a human being! Brother Li treats you sincerely. He urgently needs the Nine Yang Scripture to avenge his sect. How could you lie to him?
Li Zhige looked up at Zhang Wuji, a little confused, "Brother A Niu, what are you doing?"
Zhang Wuji's face was filled with guilt, and his voice was choked with sobs, "Brother Li, I'm sorry. You treated me sincerely, but I lied to you. You said that after you found the Nine Yang Scripture, you wanted to bring it out for me to meditate on, but I have already I found it. Not only did I not take out the Nine Yang Scripture, I also hid it."
With that said, Zhang Wuji took out a package from his arms.
Opening the package, the cover of the Western blue scripture was written with the characters of Nine Suns Scripture.
Without reaching out to pick up the scripture, Li Zhige stared at Zhang Wuji blankly.
The Zhang Wuji in front of him was still too simple and kind.
Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, your mother only told you that the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. In fact, your mother didn't tell you that the more handsome a man is, the more he will lie.
Li Zhige felt bad for deceiving such a simple and kind-hearted young man.
Looking at the innocent and kind-hearted young man in front of him, Li Zhige asked in a heavy voice, "Brother A Niu, the Nine Suns Scripture is a first-class magical secret book. Do you really want to give it to me?"
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Brother Li, it's just a martial arts secret book. Why are you acting like this? Didn't you also say that when you find the Nine Yang Manual, you want to take it out for me to learn together?"
Li Zhige didn't answer. He stretched out his hand to take the scripture and said solemnly, "Brother A Niu, thank you. I don't get the magical power in vain, so I owe you a favor. In the future, you can ask for this favor from me and let me help you." Do what you can.”
Zhang Wuji shook his head, sighed heavily and said, "Brother Li, if you say that, you don't regard me as a brother."
Li Zhige punched Zhang Wuji, laughed and scolded, "You bastard, don't act like such an old-fashioned person in front of me."
With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Wuji hugged his shoulders and went to the ground, "Brother Li, you struck hard. You cracked my shoulder blade."
In the valley, the laughter of the two people kept echoing.
The little white ape on the tree scratched his head and looked at the two people fighting below in confusion, his eyes full of resentment.
