In the land south of the Yangtze River, Li Zhige was welcomed and sent away, and the reputation of the Shenquan Sect was increasing day by day.
No one who came to Qiantang to visit Shenquan Sect had anything bad to say about Li Zhige after they left. They also didn't expect that the famous Divine Fist Li Zhige would be so humble and polite, without any arrogance at all.
Soon, the winter snow melts, spring returns to the earth, and everything revives.
The spring breeze blows in the willows.
He also supported the girl's slender waist.
A group of people, or rather a group of women, came down from Wudang Mountain, all of them carrying long swords.
The leading woman has a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows. She has a slender figure, a green skirt that touches the ground, and a touch of sadness on her beautiful and charming face. Just one look from a distance can make the farmers in the fields lose their focus for a long time. .
In the eyes of these honest farm men, the girl is no different from a fairy from heaven descending to earth.
"Junior sister Zhiruo, will Master Zhang meet us?"
Ding Minjun turned to look at the girl. Unknowingly, she had become accustomed to asking Zhou Zhiruo's opinion. Even she didn't realize this.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, did not answer Ding Minjun, and walked towards the Wudang Mountain Gate station with the long sword in hand.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, next to the Jiejian Pond, Zhou Zhiruo looked at the two Taoist boys stationed at the gate and said politely, "Emei Zhou Zhiruo, together with all the senior sisters, came to visit Zhenren Zhang and asked the two Taoist brothers to pass the message on his behalf."
The two Taoist boys nodded and immediately turned around to report to the head master.
After a while, a handsome and handsome young man wearing Taoist robes rushed out of the mountain gate. He looked at the leading girl with surprise on his face and said earnestly, "Junior sister Zhou, why didn't you inform me in advance that you were coming to Wudang so that I could come in advance?" Come down the mountain to greet me, right?”
This young man is Song Qingshu, the third generation disciple of Wudang and the son of leader Song Yuanqiao. Known as the Jade Face Meng Chang in the martial arts world, his martial arts skills are outstanding among the younger generation, and he is the leader among the three generations of Wudang disciples.
Zhou Zhiruo bowed to the young man and replied expressionlessly, "Zhiruo dare not trouble Senior Brother Song. Senior Brother Song, Zhiruo is here to visit Master Zhang. Please come down from the mountain and seek justice for me, Emei."
Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to Zhou Zhiruo's indifference. With a bit of anger on his face, he said sympathetically, "Junior sister Zhou, I heard about your Emei sect. That evil thief Li Zhige is really hateful. Don't worry, Master. The old man will definitely seek justice for you in Emei."
Zhou Zhiruo still had no expression, and just said calmly, "Senior Brother Song, please lead the way."
As soon as Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, two Taoist boys stationed at the mountain gate suddenly said, "Sisters from the Emei Sect, when entering the Wudang Mountain Gate, you need to remove your sword by the Jie Jian Pond. This is the rule set by the Patriarch. Please don't be embarrassed. us."
Before Zhou Zhiruo could answer, Song Qingshu became furious. He turned around and glared at the two Taoist boys, scolding, "Junior sister Zhou is a disciple of Emei, and the Emei sect has the same spirit as Wudang, so she is not an outsider. Why do you need to unlock the sword?"
The two Taoist boys looked at Song Qingshu weakly and explained in a low voice, "Senior Brother Song, the master uncle asked us to guard the mountain. If they don't unscramble the sword, we will be punished by the master master."
Song Qingshu flicked his sleeves and said proudly, "I will tell my father and I will not do your business."
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, put the long sword in her hand into the Jianjian Pond, and said in a soft voice, "Since it is the rule set by Master Zhang, I, as the younger generation, should abide by it."
Turning to look at Ding Minjun and others, Zhou Zhiruo said in a calm voice, "Sisters, please untie the sword."
The people in Emei were untying their swords, and the girl was vaguely in the lead. Even though the girl was just a junior sister, they subconsciously ignored the younger junior sister's age.
Song Qingshu no longer had the majestic look of scolding the two Taoist boys. With a smile on his face, he followed Zhou Zhiruo and said flatteringly, "Junior Sister Zhou, follow me up the mountain. I will definitely persuade Master to go out and bring justice to your Emei sect. of."
In the Zixiao Palace, under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, Song Yuanqiao looked at his fawning son, his temples bulging.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the rising anger in his heart, Song Yuanqiao said softly to Zhou Zhiruo, "Miss Zhou, your purpose of coming is clear to Song. But Master, he is in seclusion at a critical moment and we really cannot disturb him."
Zhou Zhiruo frowned, her pitiful appearance was endearing, she leaned forward and said to Song Yuanqiao, "Wudang is a mountain in the world, and Master Zhang is a recognized myth in the martial arts world. Since Master Zhang is in seclusion and cannot be disturbed, please invite the head of Song Dynasty and the Wudang Seven The knight came out to seek justice for me, Emei."
Song Yuanqiao was in a dilemma now. He didn't know how to reject the pitiful Zhou Zhiruo.
The second hero, Yu Lianzhou, stood up and smiled at Zhou Zhiruo, "Miss Zhou, it's because we don't want to help you. But since Li Zhige can kill the respected master with the Yitian Sword with his bare hands, even if the seven heroes of Wudang and I add up, we can't help you." It’s not necessarily his opponent. Wudang can’t get it for you, so you should hire Gao Ming.”
Zhou Zhiruo lowered his head, his eyes filled with disappointment, and asked, "Does Master Song also mean this?"
Song Yuanqiao couldn't bear it, but remembering what his master had said, he still nodded cruelly, "Miss Zhou, let me take you down the mountain."
On the side, Song Qingshu was anxious and hurriedly said, "Dad, although Master is in retreat, he can't be disturbed, right? Besides, Junior Sister Zhou and the others have come to visit us. As the leader of a famous and upright sect, how can we, Wudang, just sit back and watch?" Reason? Isn’t this a loss of Wudang’s prestige?”
After saying that, Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was full of disappointment, and said comfortingly, "Junior sister Zhou, don't worry. I'm going to see my master right now, and I will definitely persuade him to go out and seek justice for you."
Seeing Song Qingshu turning around to leave Zixiao Palace, Song Yuanqiao's suppressed anger finally broke out, and he cursed angrily, "Sir, stop! Have you finished your homework today?"
Song Qingshu hadn't realized his father's anger yet. He only had eyes for Junior Sister Zhou. He shook his head and said, "Dad, you can do your homework anytime. Junior Sister Zhou's matters are more important right now."
On the side, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu shook their heads secretly.
Yin Liting looked at Song Qingshu silently, as if he saw his own shadow in Song Qingshu.
Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and said in a deep voice, "Seventh brother, take Qingshu down and watch him complete today's homework."
Mo Shenggu nodded and walked out, picked up Song Qingshu and was about to leave.
Song Qingshu continued to struggle and begged, "Uncle Seventh Master, please let me go. Our Wudang is the leader of a famous and upright sect. I am going to ask my master to come out."
After Mo Shenggu forcibly took Song Qingshu away from Zixiao Palace, Song Yuanqiao turned back to look at Zhou Zhiruo and said calmly, "Miss Zhou, there is nothing we can do about the Emei Sect. You can go down the mountain, Song will not be sent away."
Zhou Zhiruo said nothing, turned and left Zixiao Palace, and said to Jingxuan, Ding Minjun and others, "Sisters, let's go down the mountain without disturbing the heroes of the Wudang Sect."
Ding Minjun spat in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu and cursed bitterly, "Even Li Zhige is afraid of him. Wudang is a famous family in vain, and Zhang Sanfeng has a false reputation."
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting all looked gloomy.
It's okay to insult them, but you can't insult Wudang, let alone their master! If you didn't consider that Ding Minjun was a junior and a prostitute, several people would have torn her mouth apart.
Looking at the figures of the people in Emei coming down the mountain, Yu Lianzhou sneered and said, "Miejie is useless, and none of her disciples are useful either. That Zhou Zhiruo is a good young man, but it's a pity that he became his master."
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a group of Emei disciples looked at Zhou Zhiruo.
Ding Minjun scolded with a face full of indignation, "Zhang Sanfeng is hiding and acting like an old turtle. Song Yuanqiao and the other Wudang Seven Heroes have made it clear that they don't want to be shameless and don't want to interfere with my business in Emei. The head of a famous and decent sect, the people of the Wudang sect are just a bunch of cowards."
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, "Senior Sister Minjun, be careful what you say. Master Zhang is highly virtuous and highly respected. He is a master of the same generation as Patriarch Guo Xiang. You must not be disrespectful to him."
Jingxuan was a little frustrated and asked in a low tone, "Zhiruo, the Wudang Clan is unwilling to uphold justice for us, what should we do now?"
Zhou Zhiruo raised her sword, her eyes as clear as autumn water were full of determination, turned around and walked towards the north, and replied calmly, "Wudang doesn't care, let's go to Shaolin."
