At night.
The top of Tianzhu Peak.
A full moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight spread across the earth, making it particularly bright.
Zhang Sanfeng is like a statue, standing motionless on the edge of the cliff for a long time.
Light footsteps came from behind, and Yu Lianzhou's voice sounded immediately.
"Master, all the secrets have been given to the prince."
"good."
After a brief sound, Zhang Sanfeng turned around and looked at this disciple whom he regarded highly.
For decades, he felt guilty towards his disciples.
Although they are called "The Seven Heroes of Wudang" outside, because none of the seven have ever stepped into the transcendent realm, many people still ridicule them behind the scenes.
The biggest reason why they cannot enter the extraordinary realm is because of their master.
If he hadn't had too much luck, Wudang's talents would not have withered due to this.
"Lian Zhou, you have to shoulder the burden of Wudang from now on."
Yu Lianzhou is calm and rational, calm and steady, and his martial arts is the highest among the seven. He is currently the best candidate to be the leader.
"Master, senior brother, he..."
"Your senior brother has what he should do. The Wudang lineage has been dragged down by being a master. It's time to spread its wings and fly high."
Zhang Sanfeng took off his Taoist robe, put it on Yu Lianzhou, and said warmly:
"The True Martial Sword was given to Yu Jing. This token of the master is gone, so I have to force you to wear the robe as a master."
"master!"
Yu Lianzhou's face was moved, she shouted sadly, and then she was speechless.
Although Zhang Sanfeng didn't say much about what he wanted to do, he was very thoughtful and could see some clues from his master's recent arrangements.
"Good boy, I have wronged you, master and disciple."
Zhang Sanfeng happily patted his disciple on the shoulder and walked back to the cliff again.
"Tonight the moon is full. Let me take a look at the moon again."
"Disciple...resign!"
Yu Lianzhou finished speaking with difficulty, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed heavily three times, and then left slowly.
The moon waxes and wanes...
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
……
……
the next day.
When Zhao Yan walked out of the Sutra Pavilion refreshed and refreshed, Bianhe was still standing upright outside the cave, and Geng Yujing, who was less powerful, actually stood like a cypress and had not slept all night.
"What are you two doing? Standing in a military posture!"
He could understand why Banhe could stay overnight.
But is this little Taoist short-sighted?
Hearing Zhao Yan's voice, Banhe opened his eyes.
"Master, are you going down the mountain?"
"Well, how did you sleep?"
"Well enough."
"Go back and modify the sword case, and get a soft pad on the back."
Zhao Yan patted the Qitian Sword Box, waved his hand, and walked down the mountain.
Banhe pulled the strap with both hands, and the sword box immediately rose ten centimeters, from standing on the ground to hanging in the air.
Geng Yujing looked at Banhe in shock.
He first thought that the woman had stood all night with a heavy sword box on her back, so she was unwilling to admit defeat and carried the box and cage all night long...
But did it turn out that she actually slept on the sword box all night?
At this moment, Geng Yujing felt that the people at the foot of the mountain were indeed smarter than the people on the mountain...
It was still early in the morning, and the three of them walked down the mountain on the morning dew. However, there were many young Taoist priests cleaning the ground with brooms on the mountain steps.
These little Taoist priests didn't know Zhenwu Sword, but they all knew Geng Yujing, and they were called "Uncle Master" and "Uncle Master" constantly along the way.
As the third generation of Wudang, at fifteen years old, he has some status.
All the way to the mountain gate.
Standing under the archway engraved with the words "Xuanyue Gate".
Zhao Yan put his arm around Geng Yujing's shoulders and warned:
"If you want to take a look, take another look. If you go east for two hundred miles, you will have to be at least in the celestial realm when you come back."
"But it will be difficult for me to protect myself in the next journey. You have to learn to be smarter and run away as soon as possible if the situation is not right, so as not to hurt me."
Geng Yujing felt something in his heart, but resisted the urge to turn back, with a determined expression.
"Let's go."
After saying that, he took the initiative and moved forward.
Looking at the back of his head twitching slightly, Zhao Yan chuckled "Hey".
"You see, teenage men are men too."
“……”
Banhe kept silent and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Zhao Yan, who was bored, could only shrug his shoulders angrily and set off on his way back.
After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Banhe.
"No, didn't we come here on horseback?"
"There are three horses stored here."
"Then why are you walking back?"
"If I'm not the master, do you want to follow him?"
"...I was led astray by this melon boy. Quick, go get the horse!"
After half a stick of incense, Geng Yujing, who was walking alone, finally broke free from the sad mood. The sound of horse hooves could be heard in his ears.
He looked sideways in confusion and saw Zhao Yan leaning on the horse, looking at him teasingly.
"How about it, have you cried enough?"
"Pindao...Pindao didn't cry!"
"Hey, take the riding whip."
As he said that, he threw a riding crop over.
Geng Yujing hurriedly caught it, and then saw Banhe riding a horse and leading another horse past him. After throwing the reins to him, he rode away.
"I don't know how to ride a horse..."
Geng Yujing held the reins and riding whip and said to Zhao Yan blankly.
The latter gave him a sympathetic look.
"Haha, it's a pity that there is only room for beauties on my king's BMW."
"If you don't know how to ride, just go back."
After saying that, Zhao Yan also sat back on his horse uprightly, and chased after Banhe with a "drive" sound.
Geng Yujing, who had no way to turn for help, had no choice but to get on the horse's back.
Just as he was about to say some thoughtful words to the horse, the horse raised its hooves high and ran after the two riders in front of him.
Zhao Yan was just teasing him.
The top-notch BMW raised by the prince is full of intelligence and does not need to be tamed at all.
Even people who are not good at riding can keep up with the team as long as there is a leading horse in front of them.
First time going down the mountain, first time riding a horse.
All this gave Geng Yujing an extraordinary impression.
After running for a few miles, he learned by himself without a teacher and gradually learned some horse riding skills.
Although they haven't caught up with Zhao Yan yet, at least they won't feel too strong a jolt.
The body rises and falls with the horse's back, which is a unique feeling.
They say the weather in autumn is like a girl’s face.
After the three of them ran fifty miles, the sky, which had been cloudless just a moment ago, suddenly rolled up with clouds and started to drizzle.
Zhao Yan slowed down his horse slightly, with a smile on his face.
Banhe also sensed this and walked with him.
"Master, this slave will lead the charge."
"No, I'll warm up first. Your job is to keep an eye on that kid."
"But…"
"There's nothing wrong with it. Only if he is alive can the old Taoist priest die with peace of mind."
Zhao Yan had a playful expression.
"Only by protecting him can we have a chance to go back."
"My slave understands."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a confused Geng Yujing rode up behind them.
"Why did you stop?"
"Waiting for you to come to the show, little Taoist priest."
Zhao Yan got off his horse and took a few steps forward.
Geng Yujing looked forward in his direction.
Only then did he realize that at the end of the road, more than a dozen figures in different costumes were blocking the road.
He had seen some of the clothes inside.
There are black and yellow cassocks from the North Shaolin Temple, blue and white Taoist robes from the Kunlun School, dark blue robes from the Qingcheng School...
