What Lu Qingyun didn't expect was that Ding Chunqiu only grunted twice and left quickly with the remaining people without caring about his disciple's life or death.
This made him feel strange.
What on earth could make him swallow his anger to such an extent.
After looking at the horse that had turned into pus and blood, he simply rushed to Jinghu Xiaozhu in no hurry.
He dropped behind the disciples of Xingxiu Sect from a distance to find out.
This walk lasted only half a day.
Following the team of Xingxiu Sect, they walked deep into the mountains.
Lu Qingyun stopped on the back of a big tree hugged by several people, lowering his head and thinking.
Could it be that his whereabouts had been discovered and Ding Chunqiu deliberately took him around the mountains?
After a while, the Xingxiu sect team disappeared into the forest.
Lu Qingyun stepped out and continued to follow.
The Xingxiu Sect seemed to have regained its vitality, and the sound of gongs and drums sounded again. Although it was not as loud as before, it was still very clear in the silent mountains.
The mountain road winds upwards, and Lu Qingyun walks leisurely following the sound of gongs and drums.
After about half an hour, the sound of gongs and drums disappeared, and a valley appeared in front.
When I walked to the mouth of the valley, I heard the noise of people.
Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, the flattering and disgusting words of the Xingxiu sect disciples were so loud that even Lu Qingyun standing outside the valley could hear it clearly.
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed and entered the valley. There was a forest of pine trees in the valley. After Lu Qingyun sneaked a few hundred meters, he saw hundreds of people standing densely in front of three wooden houses leaning on the cliff.
"Su Xinghe, since you broke your original vow, you can't blame me."
"Ding Chunqiu, you scum who deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors. Since I dare to speak again, I am not afraid of your revenge."
Mr. Congbian Su Xinghe stretched out his index finger and waved at the boulder beside him.
The boulder flew up and landed steadily in front of a group of monks.
"Master Xuannan, please sit down."
Shaolin is the number one martial arts sect in the world, and Xuan Nan has a high seniority, so he was treated politely by Su Xinghe.
"Amitabha, thank you very much, Mr. Congbian!"
Xuannan visually estimated that this big stone weighed at least two hundred kilograms, but driven by Su Xinghe's index finger, it was as light as a goose feather, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
He put his hands together and bowed.
Twilight!
Why are there such bald donkeys everywhere!
It's not like they left Wudang Mountain and these bald donkeys drove here.
Lu Qingyun was cursing in his heart while his eyes were searching for the ugly-faced monk Xu Zhu.
This is the place where he made his fortune. That old monster Wuyazi is hiding in the cliff waiting for his future successor.
At this time, Xu Zhu was scratching his bald head in a daze, looking at the Zhenlong chess game placed on the mountain wall.
"Uncle Taishi, is this chess game really so powerful?"
"This Zhenlong chess game is the result of three years of hard work by my ancestor. I sincerely hope that the knowledgeable people in the world of chess can crack it."
Su Xinghe sighed and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "My understanding is too poor. I have been studying for thirty years and still can't understand it thoroughly. I really disgrace my master's teachings."
"Haha, with your understanding, you can't even learn the old thief's skills, let alone understand this Zhenlong chess game."
Ding Chunqiu shook his cattail leaf fan with a mocking look on his face.
"That's right, who else in the world can crack this chess game that even the old immortal can't crack."
Before a flatterer from the Xingxiu Sect could finish speaking, he was slapped away by the Star Picker behind him.
"Old Immortal Xingxiu's magic power is boundless. He doesn't care about chess games like this at all. Even chess games that are ten or a hundred times more difficult than this, the old Immortal can easily crack."
Ding Chunqiu showed a satisfied smile and shook the cattail leaf fan.
The Xingxiu sect is all sycophants, and this is something everyone knows. Su Xinghe didn't want to talk to this scum who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and looked at Xuannan.
The essence of Shaolin Zen is "enlightenment", and the Zhenlong chess game requires very high levels of understanding, so it may be possible to solve the mystery.
"Master Xuannan, I wonder if you can understand the chess game?"
"Amitabha, I can't do anything about the chess game, so I'd better ask all the talented people present to solve it."
The Shaolin sect was invited this time just to show their face and make a show, and they did not participate in anything else.
Judging from the verbal fight between Ding Chunqiu and Mr. Congbian, it is very likely that they are from the same school.
I don’t know why Su Xinghe’s master set up this Zhenlong chess game?
"If someone cracks the Zhenlong chess game and fulfills my master's wish, my master will definitely be very pleased if he knows it."
All the people present were silent.
They had been here for quite some time, and had been looking at the chess game for about three hours. Among them, there were about ten people who tried it out, but they all came back defeated.
"Isn't there anyone willing to give it another try?" Su Xinghe was a little anxious.
He invited all the slightly famous martial arts sects in the Central Plains martial arts. The few who are standing here today said that they are here too.
Is there really no one in this world who can crack it? !
"No, no, none of you can do it, then let us, Mr. Murong, try it."
Following Bao BuTing's words, the people standing near him cast unkind glances.
Although Murong Gusu, who had repaid others with his own methods, was famous, such humiliating words also made people from all factions in the world extremely angry.
Murong Fu didn't care about those looks.
He glanced at Xi Zhou with an arrogant expression, opened the folding fan with a swishing sound, and slowly walked towards Su Xinghe.
Accompanying him is his cousin Wang Yuyan, who is as beautiful as a fairy.
Bao BuTong and Feng BoE guarded each other on the left and right.
Murong Fu!
Damn it, I finally met it!
Lu Qingyun remembered that he was almost killed by him in Taihu Lake, and the anger in his heart surged.
Without saying a word, the Six Meridians Divine Sword took action.
"Mr. Murong, be careful!"
When Murong Fu heard the shouting, he quickly hugged Wang Yuyan and flew away three feet away.
Jiumozhi raised his right palm wrapped in red flames, and when he saw the Six Meridians Divine Sword attacking Murong Fu, he swung out his right palm fiercely.
The flame knife collided with the Six Meridians Divine Sword and made a huge noise.
Jiumozhi was shaken back a step by the strong force of the collision, feeling horrified in his heart.
This is the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword!
This person's skill was on par with him, and Jiumozhi couldn't remember who was behind Leng Jian.
Damn Jiumozhi!
Damn bald ass!
Lu Qingyun cursed in a low voice.
"I don't know if an expert from the Duan family in Dali has come here. Please come out and see him."
Su Xinghe said loudly.
Feng Bo evil drew out his long knife and shouted fiercely towards the woods: "Who is a good man if he hurts someone with a hidden arrow? If he has the guts to come out and fight with you, Grandpa Feng, for three hundred rounds."
"You do not deserve."
Lu Qingyun knew that he could no longer hide it at this time, so he strode out.
"Murong Fu, do you have any last words to say?"
When Feng BoE saw that the person coming was Lu Qingyun, the seeds of hatred sprouted in his body instantly, and he rushed over brandishing his long knife.
"Brother Feng Xi is back, you are no match for him."
Murong Fu shouted loudly.
But as soon as he said the words, Feng Bo evil flew back.
