Lu Qingyun followed Fan Yao all the way to Wan'an Tower smoothly.
Naturally, the guard at the door did not dare to stop Fan Yao and bowed respectfully to let him go.
But he was not so polite to Lu Qingyun who was following him. He stepped forward to search him.
Fan Yao turned around, eyes widened, and slapped him.
The guard was whipped around in circles a few times, then he honestly backed away with his face covered.
Lu Qingyun secretly smiled in his heart, no matter where in the world there are people who are blind.
Entering the tower, you immediately feel that the entire Wan'an Tower has been transformed into a huge cage. The security inside the tower is even tighter, with almost one sentry every three steps and one post every five steps.
He followed Fan Yao to the ninth floor, put away the bedroll, and then went down to the eighth floor.
Fan Yao waved away the guards, leaned next to Lu Qingyun and whispered, "The time cannot be too long to avoid accidents."
Lu Qingyun nodded and walked towards the corner where Wudang people were detained.
Along the way, we passed three cages, all of which were imprisoned Wudang disciples.
When I first arrived at the west cell, I saw Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu sitting cross-legged inside.
Lu Qingyun hurriedly stepped forward and leaned against the iron fence. When he saw several people, they even raised their eyelids and shouted in a low voice: "Master uncle, second master uncle, third master uncle, seventh master uncle, I am Qingyun."
"Qingyun?!"
After hearing the word "Qingyun", everyone opened their eyes, stood up and walked quickly to the iron fence.
"Qingyun, how did you come in?" Song Qingshu asked the questions of everyone present.
"Uncle Master, this is not the place to talk. I sneaked into Wan'an Tower tonight just to tell you that Senior Brother Wuji and I are ready to rescue you.
You must find ways to protect yourselves and keep your spirits up, there may be a fierce battle. "
According to the original work, Song Qingshu has relatively soft bones and may seek refuge with Zhao Min for Zhou Zhiruo.
For Fan Yao's safety and for the success of the rescue, he did not tell how to enter Wan'an Temple or the specific rescue time, but changed the topic.
"Qingyun, is Grand Master in good health, and how is Wudang?" Song Yuanqiao grabbed Lu Qinghua's hand and asked anxiously.
"Uncle, Grand Master is very good, and Wudang is also very good."
"That's good."
Song Yuanqiao was very worried that Zhao Min would attack Wudang. Hearing Lu Qingyun's words, he took a long breath and released the anxiety that had been held in his heart for more than half a year.
Yu Lianzhou said with concern: "Qingyun, Wan'an Temple is heavily guarded. You and Wuji must be careful and don't leave the first aid person if you are not sure. We have lived here for more than half a year and we don't care if we stay here for a while longer."
"Second brother is right, you kid must not act out of emotion." Mo Shenggu changed his usual playful attitude and warned cautiously.
Mo Shenggu's deep concern touched Lu Qingyun's heart, "Uncle Qi, don't worry, my nephew won't act rashly until he gets the antidote for Shixiang Ruanjing Powder."
"Senior Brother Qingshu, at this time of crisis for Wudang, you must shoulder your due responsibilities. Wudang must be put first in everything, and Wudang's face must not be lost."
The attributes of being a dog licker were so terrifying that Lu Qingyun was still a little worried and couldn't help but give special reminders.
"Junior brother, what are you saying? Even if Qingshu dies, he will not disgrace the people of Wudang!"
"Okay, Senior Brother Qingshu is so heroic, and he will surely revitalize the Wudang Sect when he takes over as the leader one day!"
Song Qingshu had long regarded the position of Wudang's leader as something within his grasp, but he was a little embarrassed to be told by Lu Qingyun so blatantly.
"Hey, you guys are so good, you actually arranged for the future headmaster of Wudang."
Mo Shenggu was serious for a few minutes before he returned to his old self.
"Qingyun, if possible, you can also inform Emei. I heard that Master Miejie has been on a hunger strike for several days."
Song Yuanqiao thought about it again and again, but couldn't help but say it.
He had a bad relationship with Yan Mie, and Zhang Cuishan was forced to commit suicide in Wudang. She and Shaolin were the ones who made the most noise.
However, the founder of Emei Mountain, Guo Xiang, once had a debt of gratitude to his master Zhang Sanfeng, and this debt must still be repaid.
Lu Qingyun frowned slightly.
The less people knew about the rescue, the safer it would be. He didn't care at all whether Master Jue died or not.
But Grandmaster Song Yuanqiao spoke, and he couldn't refuse, so he nodded in agreement.
"Master-Uncle, Qingyun will take the first step, so be careful."
"Go ahead, we will be ready to cooperate with your actions at any time." Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and sat back in the corner.
Lu Qingyun walked to the stairs and saw Fan Yao standing there. He said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I still have to go to the Emei Sect."
"Do I have to go?"
"Yes, please."
"Then you must keep your story short this time."
The seventh and eighth floors are different. The eighth floor is only for Wudang, so there won't be any news. But the seventh floor not only imprisons Emei, but also Shaolin. There are many people talking and talking, which is very dangerous.
"Just say a few words."
Lu Qingyun knew that his request had embarrassed Fan Yao.
But since he agreed to Grandmaster Uncle Song Yuanqiao, he would still go there if the situation allowed.
Fan Yao received a positive answer, nodded, and took the lead to walk down to the seventh floor.
Lu Qingyun lowered his head, letting his long hair spread in front of his face to obscure his face, and followed Fan Yao to the northwest corner where the Emei Sect was imprisoned.
After Fan Yao gestured at the guard, watching the guard leave obediently, she warned in a low voice, "Hurry up."
After speaking, he walked to the border between Emei and Shaolin cells, preparing to deal with emergencies.
Lu Qingyun quickly walked to the iron fence, looking for the figure of Master Miejie.
"Dog Tatar, get away from me."
Ding Minjun yelled loudly to show her bravery.
Lu Qingyun ignored him and finally found Master Jue.
At this time, Master Miejie was glaring, forcing Zhou Zhiruo to swear.
After hearing Ding Minjun's scolding, he looked at Lu Qingyun outside the iron fence.
As soon as Lu Qingyun made eye contact with Miejie, his mouth kept opening and closing, and he told her about the rescue preparations using the sound transmission secret that only the master could communicate.
The surprise on Miejie's face flashed away, and he nodded slightly to express his understanding.
Seeing Lu Qingyun turn and leave, she had no intention of forcing Zhou Zhiruo anymore, and said to Ding Minjun: "Do you still have food?"
He originally thought that when his master was on a hunger strike and waiting to die, he wanted to pass the head of Emei to Zhou Zhiruo. He was angry in his heart, but suddenly he heard his master begging for food, and Ding Minjun was overjoyed.
As long as her master did not die, she would still have a chance to become the leader. She quickly took out the steamed buns hidden on her body and sent them over.
Zhou Zhiruo was very confused.
All signs indicated that the master was going to pass the position of master to her, but something suddenly changed. Did Ding Minjun's scolding just now make Master change his mind?
"Zhiruo, my teacher is warning you, never imitate your senior sister Ji Xiaofu. It is impossible for you and Zhang Wuji."
"Master, Zhiruo just wants to stay by your side and listen to your teachings all her life. She has never thought about other things."
"My master doesn't prevent you from marrying, but you must not marry Zhang Wuji, the demon sect!"
