This year is the Western Year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. The war has just subsided and the world is at peace. After many years of war, the city has been destroyed and devastated, and the homeless and hungry people have filled the roads.
The mournful sound of the trumpeter crying for his mother can be heard everywhere, which makes people shed tears and feel extremely sad.
On the Xianyang ancient road, five people reined in their horses and walked slowly, two old men, a middle-aged couple and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
The two old men are Wudang Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi, the middle-aged couple are Yin Liting and Yang Buhui, and the young man is their beloved son Yin Rongyang.
In recent years, Wudang's reputation has become even more prosperous, and its disciples are all over the Central Plains. Except for Shaolin, no one has any power to resist it.
The three heroes Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting are even more famous. When something happens in the sect, their disciples have been able to serve on their behalf. Therefore, in recent years, it is rare to see their whereabouts in the rivers and lakes. This time the three heroes came down the mountain together, it is clear that they are Something big is happening.
One month ago, a third-generation Wudang disciple returned to the mountain to report that he was attacked by two middle-aged men of unknown origin near Jintaiguan in Baoji, Shaanxi Province. The two middle-aged men's martial arts skills were extremely weird and ferocious. Seeing that this disciple was unable to resist the enemy and was about to kill him, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly appeared like a god descending from heaven and dispatched the two men.
After saving his life, he drifted away. The disciple galloped back to Wudang Mountain and reported to the leader Yu Lianzhou.
When Yu Lianzhou, Song Yuanqiao and others heard the news, they were happy at first, but also a little worried.
Fortunately, my mentor has been wandering around the West Sea for many years without any news. This time, the ghost appears again, and maybe there is a chance to meet again.
What is worrying is that in the past few years, famous masters from the major sects in the martial arts have been intercepted and killed one after another with vicious methods. Anyone who has crossed paths with them has no chance of surviving. As a result, the major sects have lost many elites. But he didn’t even know what his opponent looked like, what faction he had, or what his purpose was.
This was the first time that a disciple of the Wudang Sect was attacked, and Yu Lianzhou and others did not dare to take it lightly.
This disciple practiced the martial arts moves of the two men in front of his master and his uncle. Even though Song Yuanqiao had extensive knowledge of martial arts, he couldn't tell the difference. He only felt that the moves were dignified, but they were different from those of various sects. Martial arts are completely irrelevant.
Several people discussed and agreed that Song Yuanqiao would lead Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting on a trip to Shaanxi, firstly to invite the master back to the mountain, and secondly to investigate the route of these mysterious people.
It was almost sunset, and while a few people were walking, the sound of horse hooves sounded from behind, like a violent storm, with astonishing momentum.
Everyone was shocked. Lema looked back.
Zhang Songxi said: "My dear, could it be that the master has found the master? Sixth brother, you protect your younger siblings and children. My eldest brother and I will take care of these people."
Before Yin Liting could answer, a dozen horses rushed in front of him like lightning. When they saw a few people, they stopped abruptly.
The horse stopped too hastily, Xi Yuyu let out a long neigh, and the man stood up. The rider on the horse clung to the horse's back, showing that he was an excellent horseman. The dozen or so horses were all famous horses from Dawan.
Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were both startled. The people on the horse had red flames embroidered on their brocade robes. They were clearly members of the Ming Cult. The person in front was short and fat, and it was Yan Yuan, the flag bearer of the Ming Cult's thick soil flag.
Yan Yuan immediately clasped his fists and said: "Song Daxia, Zhang Xixia, and Yin Liuxia have urgent matters in their lower bodies and cannot dismount to pay tribute."
Without waiting for Song Yuanqiao's reply, he continued: "Have you ever seen a girl in white who looks seventeen or eighteen years old?" Song Yuanqiao shook his head.
When Yan Yuan saw him, he shook his head, clasped his fists and said, "See you later." A dozen horses left at a lightning speed.
Yang Buhui exclaimed, "I originally thought that Yan Qi and the others were only good at digging holes in the earth, but I didn't expect that their riding skills are also so superb."
Zhang Songxi sighed: "I don't know which family or faction has offended them. It seems that there will be another fight between dragons and tigers."
Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily the case. If he were to fight with someone, he wouldn't be so fussy about it, let alone chase a girl so risklessly.
I don’t know what the mystery is. "
Yang Buhui frowned and said, "Could it be that a valuable treasure was stolen from the sect and they are chasing the thief?"
While they were talking, the colorless sky dimmed completely. A few people walked not far away when they heard a bang and a colorful flower exploded in the night sky. It was colorful and spectacular.
The place where the colorful flowers started is about two miles away from here. It is estimated that it was placed by Yan Yuan and his party.
This was an urgent signal from Mingjiao to summon his companions. Apparently Yan Yuan and his party encountered a powerful enemy and were unable to cope, so they sent out a signal to ask for help.
Yin Liting felt that he was in a dilemma. If he went to help, the enemies of the Mingjiao would naturally be all the decent sects. If he did nothing, it would not be justified on his wife's part, because Yang Buhui's father, Yang Xiao, was now the leader of the Mingjiao.
He looked at Senior Brother, Zhang Songxi and Yang Buhui also looked at Song Yuanqiao. Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment and said decisively:
"Envoy Yan Qi is a good man. Since he is in trouble, we should rush to help."
The five horses immediately galloped at full speed. Although the colorful flowers in the sky had fallen, the location of the accident could still be determined.
The five of them arrived just as they were making tea. When they got close, they were all astonished.
A piece of open land has become a Shura field. Under the cold moonlight, more than a dozen heroes who were so fierce not long ago are now lying on the ground with corpses. Everyone has a look of shock and horror on their faces, and bright red is flowing out of their heads. The blood and white brains are disgusting to watch.
A gust of breeze blew, and everyone could not help but shiver. They looked around, but there was no one there. Song Yuanqiao and the other three Wudang heroes were all martial arts masters who had experienced battles, but such cruel scenes were rare.
Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi jumped off their horses and inspected the wounds of the deceased one by one. They were somewhat lucky, hoping that there would be people who had not yet been killed so that they could learn from their mouths who the murderer was.
After inspection, the two of them were disappointed and felt extremely heavy.
Yan Yuan and others all had wounds on their heads, as if they had been penetrated by fingers and claws. Song and Zhang were well-informed and knew most of the martial arts figures in the martial arts world, but at this moment they could not think of any. This person had such finger strength that he could pierce the skull and kill more than twenty masters in an instant, all with one blow.
Song Yuanqiao thought that his martial arts master, Zhang Sanfeng, had 60%25 to 70%25 of the records, but there was nothing he could do.
Yin Liting said in a deep voice on the horse: "Brother, this is the Nine Yin White Bone Claw."
Song Yuanqiao and others were shocked again. The name of Nine Yin White Bone Claws was not unfamiliar to them, but only Yin Liting had experienced it personally. He almost died under the Nine Yin White Bone Claws of former Emei head Zhou Zhiruo. Even though many years have passed, he still remembers it. Still new.
Yin Liting raised her spirits and shouted: "Is this Zhou Zhiruo, the heroine of Zhou? Wudang Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting are here. Please show up to meet us."
This sound was about to spread out, causing the wilderness to buzz, and his voice still echoed in the distance.
Although Yin Liting has married a beautiful wife and given birth to a beautiful son in recent years, he has a good life and a good career.
Everything goes smoothly, and I dare not neglect the cultivation of my inner strength at all, and it becomes more and more refined.
After Yin Liting's shouting stopped, there was still silence in the Western Zhou Dynasty. A gentle breeze blew by, making everyone's hair stand on end.
Suddenly someone shouted in the distance: "Are they the Three Heroes of Wudang?"
Song Yuanqiao responded loudly: "Exactly, who do you respect?"
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting couldn't help but press the hilts of their swords: getting ready to draw their swords and fight.
I saw a green shadow rolling in from the distance like a stream of blue smoke. It was as fast as lightning and passed like light smoke. It was like walking on the wind. The sound of the wind sent a few words: "I am Wei Yixiao."
Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and the green shadow flashed a few times before they were in front of them.
Zhang Songxi raised his finger and praised: "I haven't seen him for many years, but King Bat's lightness skills are still better than before. He is really getting stronger as he gets older. I admire him, I admire him."
Wei Yixiao wore a brocade robe and cloth shoes, and his appearance remained the same. Running in such a hurry was a common occurrence for him, so his breathing was still very even. Everyone in Wudang was greatly impressed. The Bat King was the only one in the world in Qinggong, and he was indeed worthy of his name. .
When Wei Yixiao saw the corpse on the ground, his expression changed drastically, and he was even more horrified than the other three Wudang heroes.
After inspecting the wound, he asked in a trembling voice: "Master Song, do you see who committed this murder?"
Song Yuanqiao said: "It's shameful to say that after we saw Yan Qishi's signal for help, we arrived here in just a cup of tea. Unexpectedly, let alone the rescue, we didn't even see the shadow of the murderer."
Yang Buhui said: "Uncle Wei, what happened in the church? Even you took action personally."
"Hey, our religion is really embarrassed. Miss Buhui, your father is safe and sound, but the Holy Fire Token has been stolen.
“We don’t even know what the other party looks like until we find out.
"So he sent the masters from the teaching to chase in different directions. Finally, they were discovered early. Along the way, they chased fiercely, changing horses without changing people. They killed two people on the bank of the Jinsha River and recaptured two Holy Fire Tokens. The other one was also recaptured in Xingxiu Sea. Two Holy Fire Tokens.
"We chased a 17- or 18-year-old woman in Xining. She escaped and then chased her here. Even if she was lost, she also lost the lives of these brothers."
After saying this, he sighed repeatedly, with a look of extreme pain on his face.
Several shrill screams were heard in the distance, the wilderness was silent, and the screams were extremely clear. Wei Yixiao let out a long roar, and no one could see how he acted. He flew out like a star pill, as if he was riding the wind, with unparalleled speed. .
Song Yuanqiao and others were amazed in their hearts. They never expected that Wei Yixiao's Qinggong would grow with age, and there seemed to be no end to it.
It is unbelievable to think that there is someone in this world whose Qinggong is better than Wei Yixiao.
All Wudang heroes used their Qinggong skills in unison, chasing after him first and foremost, fearing that Wei Yixiao would be in danger alone and suffer an unexpected incident.
Ordinarily, with Wei Yixiao's skills, no matter what kind of danger he encounters, it is not difficult to escape unscathed.
But in this ghostly wilderness, everyone was secretly worried about Wei Yixiao.
As Wei Yixiao rushed forward, an ancient temple with peeling white walls and dilapidated walls appeared in front of him. The wild grass around the ancient temple was blurred, and the fragrance of flowers floated, making it look more and more eerie and strange.
Several screams were heard one after another in the ancient temple. The screams contained great terror, as if they were encountering an extremely terrifying prehistoric monster.
Wei Yixiao's blood surged, and he rushed into the temple without stopping.
He likes scary and exciting things most in his life. The more exciting it is, the more enthusiastic he will be to do it. If it is ordinary, it will be boring. This Jiang Gui's nature is not diminished at all with age.
When he rushed into the temple, the last scream suddenly stopped, and in the moonlight, only a member of the congregation was seen standing upright. His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out of his sockets. A palm penetrated the top of his head. The palm was slowly pulled out. The fingers were mixed with red and white, and there was still steaming heat. The congregant was stiff. Then he fluttered his head, revealing a pale and cold face. Dressed in white clothes that were slightly swaying in the night wind, he turned out to be a weak-headed young man.
The dozens of corpses in the spacious hall were in the same state of death as Yan Yuan and others. Everyone's eyes were wide open and bulging, showing a look of fear and despair.
Wei Yixiao calmed down and asked, "These people were all poisoned by you alone."
The young man's expression remained unchanged and he said coldly: "Exactly."
He casually wiped the blood from his hands on a dead body.
Wei Yixiao was extremely angry, his figure flickered, and he lightly slapped a palm.
It was his famous stunt "Ice Spongy Palm".
This palm was used with all its strength, and the distance of more than ten feet was swept away.
Unexpectedly, the young man was so fast that his movement was so fast. Before his palm could reach him, he was already feeling cold and frightened.
Suddenly, his body moved three feet sideways, and even in his busy schedule, he struck out with a claw.
Wei Yixiao said "Huh", also feeling surprised.
This move came suddenly, and I had already calculated that my opponent had no other option but to block it with my palm, but unexpectedly, it made him run away.
Seeing a claw attack, he didn't dare to ignore it. His feet floated around the young man's back, and he still shot an "icy palm".
The young man couldn't turn around in time, so he repeated his old trick, moved three feet laterally, and struck out with a claw.
The young man was attacked twice by Wei Yixiao. Not only did he lose his first move, he almost lost his life. Those two sideways moves were really a life-long effort.
Wei Yixiao immediately attacked with two claws. Wei Yixiao was also quite wary of his Nine Yin White Bone Claws, so he floated out of the way, and the two of them started to attack each other again.
Song Yuanqiao and others saw claws flying in the field.
Both of their movements were as fast as the wind. They moved back and forth and executed more than twenty moves in the blink of an eye.
That young man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he was able to win back the situation from a disadvantage, and even fight King Wei Bat for more than twenty moves without being defeated. It was really unbelievable, and everyone was amazed.
The two of them managed to fight more than fifty moves. Although the young man's movement was light and erratic, like a ghost, it was still not as good as Wei Yixiao's movement that he had spent his entire life practicing.
At fifty moves, his body was covered by the shadow of Wei Yixiao's palm, and his strange movements that moved three feet horizontally were frequently used. They always performed when life was at stake and there was no time to escape. Without this life-saving magic weapon, how could Wei Yixiao do it? Allow him to support more than fifty moves.
In fact, it was midsummer, and even though it was late at night, I still felt the heat was steaming, but the situation around the young man was like an ice cellar. The young man used his internal strength to resist the cold air, but the claws were a little slower, no longer as before. Fierce, ruthless, and frightening.
He rushed left and right, using various movements to escape, but was always blocked by Wei Yixiao's "ice palm". Not only was he unable to escape, he was also in danger. He had to rely on The movement of three feet horizontally was no longer possible, and I was complaining endlessly, secretly cursing:
"Smelly little girl has done a lot of harm to people. Your young master needs to return to his rightful position. Beauty is a disaster. The ancients believe me or not."
Wei Yixiao didn't know what he was thinking, but he was complaining in his heart. His opponent was just an unknown boy who had just debuted, but he still couldn't win more than fifty moves. If this matter spread out, it would be detrimental to his reputation. Besides, there were still people around him. With several experts standing there, it was hard to avoid the humiliation.
His body was spinning like a top around the young man like the wind. Yin Rongyang and Yang Buhui could only see a series of green shadows, and they could no longer tell them apart.
Wei Yixiao was spinning. The two palms alternately hit the "Icy Palm". The young man's left and right limbs were weak, and he looked defeated. It seemed that he could not sustain more than ten moves. Song Yuanqiao and others couldn't help but worry about the young man. Although this boy's martial arts were evil and ruthless, However, those who have mastered martial arts at such a young age are indeed of good talent and quality. It is a rare opportunity in a hundred years, and they all have a love for talents.
He wanted Wei Yixiao to show mercy, but the two sides had become enemies of fire and water, so it was extremely difficult to say this plea for mercy.
Suddenly "Gu! Gu! Gu" sounded three times, and Yin Rongyang shouted "Toad! Toad!"
Everyone was also surprised. In the middle of a bloody battle with Fang Yin, a toad appeared out of nowhere to join in the fun. There was a bang, and the green shadows, palm shadows, and claw shadows in the field all disappeared. The two people's western palms suddenly met, and suddenly When they saw each other, the young man lay exhausted on the ground with a pale face, but Wei Xiaoxiao did three somersaults in the air before neutralizing the opponent's palm force.
Everyone watching said "Ah" and couldn't help sighing, such good materials and quality were ruined under the palm of their hands.
Song Yuanqiao was particularly compassionate. For many years, after the death of his beloved son Song Qingshu, although he had many disciples and disciples, he could not find anyone who could inherit his legacy.
It is really a pity to see that this young man is the pearl and jade that he has been looking for so hard, but now he is lying on the ground with the palm of his hand, and it seems that he has failed.
After Wei Yixiao fell to the ground, his insides were still shaking. He felt that the young man's palm power seemed to be more powerful than the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. He didn't know why he waited until the end to use this skill. If he had used his palm power as soon as he got it, Even if he wins, he will still suffer internal injuries.
He jumped to the young man's side, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and shouted:
"Boy, who are you? Who ordered you to go against our Ming Cult?"
The young man opened his eyes and said in a very weak voice: "You wanted to kill me, so I killed these people." Although the voice was weak, it was as coherent as beads.
Wei Yixiao was about to ask another question when he suddenly heard a woman say with a smile: "King Wei Bat is so majestic. He caught a seriously injured junior and tortured him. Now King Wei's reputation has spread throughout the world."
Everyone looked sideways and saw that a dozen nuns and girls were pouring in. The leader was a middle-aged nun with a very beautiful face. Everyone recognized her as the Master Bai Jie, the head of Emei.
Wei Yixiao was startled, but he unknowingly let go of his hand. He was a hero who had been famous in the martial arts for many years. He attacked a young junior. He used the pretext of "bullying the small with the big one" and forced him to question a seriously injured person like this. It is indeed an act that is inconsistent with his status. If someone spreads it with embarrassment, Wei Yixiao's reputation will plummet.
Baijie Shitai smiled and said: "King Weifa, you sent someone to Emei to declare a challenge to me and asked us to fight in Weiyang. Why didn't you come to keep the appointment and instead came here to bully a junior? What do you mean?"
Even though she is middle-aged, her voice is still charming, clear and beautiful.
But anyone who knows her well knows that there is a lot of murderous intent in this laughter.
She was originally a daughter of a famous family. After a love accident, she joined Emei and became a nun. At that time, Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei Sect, disappeared together with Zhang Wuji. The talent of the Emei Sect was withering, and the level of martial arts was far from the reputation of the Emei Sect.
Therefore, within a few years, Master Baijie's skills surpassed those of others and she was honored as the leader.
Under her leadership, the Emei Sect's reputation grew day by day, and it seemed to rival Shaolin Wudang.
According to private discussions among some famous martial arts masters, Baijie Shitai's martial arts skills have surpassed those of his ancestor Miejie Shitai. With time, it will not be difficult to rank among the top masters.
Bai Jie Shi Tai Ping practices martial arts very strictly, and has a legacy of exterminating masters. When interacting with various sects, he is also cautious in words and deeds, and is unsmiling. He has the essence of the Buddhist "Western Prestige", which is terrifying and awe-inspiring. .
But when fighting against the enemy, he would smile and laugh constantly. Sometimes he would laugh so hard that the flowers would tremble, and he would wince the enemy's head in the gentle spring breeze. It can be said that he kills the enemy in the midst of talking and laughing.
There is a Western saying about her in the martial arts world: "Keep your mouth polite, your heart is full of murderous intent, your smile is as beautiful as a flower, and you kill like a fool."
Wei Yixiao mentioned that he was on tight defense with all his strength, but he didn't know what the letter of challenge mentioned by Master Baijie was about. He was busy chasing the stolen Holy Fire Order these days, so he had no time to trouble the Emei Sect. Besides, he wrote a letter to invite a fight. It's not my own style either.
Seeing that he was silent and his face was dark and uncertain, Master Bai Jie continued: "King Wei Fa, you don't want to default on your debt, do you?"
As he said that, his hand shook and something hit Wei Yixiao. Wei Yixiao hurriedly took two steps back.
The Emei sect got a hidden weapon "thunderbolt and fire bomb" from nowhere. It was extremely powerful. Wei Yixiao was afraid that it was coming from that thing, so he hurriedly backed away.
But he saw a small flag on the ground, with a red flame embroidered on the flag. It was the Ming Cult's Dharma flag. There was a letter tied to the flag, which was the letter of engagement mentioned by Master Baijie.
Baijie Shitai took advantage of him to retreat, suddenly moved forward, then suddenly moved back, holding the young man with his arms across his body, and retreated to the original position. This movement was actually extremely fast, and it was similar to Wei Yixiao's Qinggong.
Wei Yixiao laughed and said: "Although Wei is unworthy, he has never defaulted on any debt. You draw the line. Wei will follow."
My heart suddenly sank. Although Master Baijie resembled Master Jue's style and was ruthless, she would never lie. If she said someone was going to fight in her name, she couldn't lie. Seeing that little Dharma flag It was genuine, not forged, and I suddenly felt that I had fallen into someone else's trap without knowing it.
Thinking of this, sweat started to form on my forehead. Seeing that this battle was inevitable, and the young man who had just fought so fiercely had exhausted a lot of his internal energy, there was really no chance of winning this battle.
Master Bai Jie smiled and said: "King Wei Fa, you just spent a lot of energy in the battle. I won't take advantage of you. I will use my own inner strength to heal this young man's wounds and drive him away from the cold. You can rest for a while, and then we can have a fair fight." Yes, what do you think?"
Wei Yixiao said calmly: "It's up to you." He felt relieved and stood there adjusting his luck.
Master Baijie held the young man in his hands, his right palm always pressed against the vital gate between the young man's two kidneys, and while speaking, he channeled his internal energy.
At this time, put the young man on the ground, use your left hand to form a sword finger, and move the fingers like the wind, all the way down from the Dazhui point on the back, the Lingtai point, and the first point to the Changqiang point at the tail end.
Press the left palm on the Ming Gate, replace the right palm, and follow the same pattern with the right hand, from the ancestral point between the eyebrows to the Qihai point in the lower abdomen, then overlap the palms, press the right palm under the right hand, and the left hand on the top of the boy's head. Baihui acupuncture point.
Song Yuanqiao and others were greatly shocked. The Baijie Master's move was actually to forcefully open up the Ren and Du 2nd line for this young man and open a path for Xiao Zhoutian to move.
This move is quite similar to the initiation method of the Tibetan Yellow Sect, which is rare in the martial arts of China.
This method is the most dangerous. If you are not careful, or if the internal force of the recipient is incompatible with the internal force of the performer, the recipient will have his meridians collapsed, vomited blood and died, and the performer himself will also risk losing all his power. , the danger of going crazy.
About a meal time, there was faint heat emanating from the young man's head, and there was a faint blue mist around the body of Master Baijie. Everyone knew that they were at a critical moment, and no one dared to make the slightest sound. .
Wei Yixiao had finished his luck, and when he took a closer look, he was also very surprised. He had never fought against Master Baijie, but he thought that she would not reach the realm of Master Jiejie. Unexpectedly, when he saw it with his own eyes, not only was he much higher than Master Master Baijie, , even when my inner strength was at its peak, it was simply not comparable to it.
At this time, Baijie Master Taizheng was performing spells all over his body. This was his greatest opportunity to strike, but he remained motionless for fear of missing the perfect opportunity to feast his eyes on it.
The young man's face was as red as blood, his western limbs were trembling, and his joints were cracking like cracks. Baijie Shitai used both hands to control his two channels, one in front and one in back.
Then the left palm was attached to the navel, and the right palm was attached to the gate of life. The joints rang for a while, and gradually stopped, and the face turned from red to white. After another meal, Master Baijie raised his palms, and again at Baihui A light tap on the hole.
The young man bounced back and sat cross-legged on the ground again. He opened his eyes, knelt down in the dust, kowtowed his head and said in a trembling voice:
"Thank you, Master, for the kindness of reinventing me."
Master Baijie touched his head with his hand, his face showed kindness, and he said with a smile: "Buddha saves people who are destined, and medicine and medicine treat the disease. This is also a coincidence of yours. I am just doing my best."
"Child, what's your name? Seeing you get rid of so many devils from the Demon Cult, I feel so happy. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'll make the decision for you."
The young man cried and said, "Thank you so much, Master. My disciple's surname is Duan, Duan Ziyu, also known as Hongzu. My ancestor is the Duan family in Dali."
Master Baijie asked: "Could it be the Southern Emperor Duan Huangye?"
The young man said: "That's right. Our ancestors have been emperors in Nanmo for generations. In the Wei Dynasty of the Song Dynasty, the country was destroyed by Mongolia. My grandfather Xingzhi Gong was still young and was rescued by his retainers and lived in seclusion in the Western Regions.
"Unexpectedly more than ten years ago, the family was destroyed. Both parents died. The disciple was rescued by his family and wandered around in this hometown."
Master Baijie sighed with emotion: "Dali of the Duan family became emperor, and he was a good emperor who loved his people like a son from generation to generation. It's a pity that the fate of the country will not last forever. This is just a fate.
"I can only lament that your ancestors and grandsons suffered the same fate. One lost his country and the other lost his family. Finally, God bless the good people. The blessing you have today can also be said to be a remnant of the good deeds accumulated by the ancestors of the Duan family."
She thought for a moment.
Then he said: "It is passed down in your family that Yiyang Finger is one of the six secret arts in martial arts. Why don't you know it?"
She had been fighting outside the temple for a long time, and she naturally missed no trace of the fight between the two. When she heard that this young man was actually a direct descendant of Emperor Duan, she immediately thought of Yiyangzhi, so she asked this question.
Duan Ziyu sobbed: "When my parents were killed, my disciple was still in his infancy. This family martial arts has been discontinued since the previous generation."
Grand Master Bai Jie high-fived and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity. But what you have learned now is probably no less than a Yang finger. If you lose something in the east, you will gain something like a mulberry tree. You don't have to worry about gains and losses."
He turned around and smiled at Wei Yi: "King Wei Fa, do you think it's fair to take action now?"
Everyone was listening to the conversation between the two men and forgot about this duel for a moment. Master Baijie suddenly mentioned it, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.
Wei Yixiao was very surprised when he heard that this young man was actually a descendant of the Duan family in Dali. He also saw that Master Baijie's technique was successful, and he seemed to be relieved. When Master Baijie mentioned this, he was even more surprised. Unexpectedly, she was used by others. After "Initiation of Dafa", I still have enough energy to fight again.
I thought to myself: "If I can't catch up to her before her skills are not damaged. Now, although there is little chance of winning in the fight, we are sure of a draw, but her ability to perform magic is really not the same as my loss of skills."
"We are fighting now. It is easy to win without force, and my status has been reduced a lot." Then he smiled and said: "Master Tai's magic, Wei Mou admires it. It's unfair to fight at this moment. Master Tai forced himself on this kid." Opening the top and opening up the small Zhoutian will consume a lot of energy. How can Wei take advantage of this? "
Song Yuanqiao laughed at the side and said: "Master, what King Wei Bat said is true. I think we should choose another date for our appointment."
Although he is more than two generations older than a hundred calamities, he has always been modest and indifferent. Baijie is also the leader of a sect, so he is very respectful in his words.
Master Baijie was originally smiling, with murderous intent in his eyes. In an instant, his face suddenly became solemn and solemn, his eyes immediately turned peaceful, he clasped his hands together and said:
"This junior was so busy fighting the enemy that I forgot to pay tribute to the seniors. Please forgive me."
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly returned the courtesy and said: "I don't dare to accept it. Master is too expensive to be the head of a sect. I can't wait for a few years, so I don't dare to accept the gift of master."
Master Baijie said: "Now that Song Daxia has spoken, I will follow suit. King Wei Fa, your Majesty, you have no objections."
Wei Yixiao was very embarrassed. It seemed like he was under the protection of Wudang, but he had no intention of taking back what he said. He immediately held up his hands and said: "Brother Song said so, let's do it this way. Wei has something to do, so I'll take my leave." ”
Although he was timid in his heart, he refused to suffer in words. When Baijie called Senior Song Yuanqiao, he called him brother and took advantage of the situation. However, he heard Baijie sneer, which was very harsh, and there was a lot of ridicule in it. His face Reddish, he jumped out of the temple, flashed a few times, and disappeared.
Song Yuanqiao smiled and said: "Master Tai led everyone to go to the appointment, but the old man broke it up with a word. Thank you very much, Master Tai, for giving me this thin noodle. I will definitely reward you in the future."
Baijie was suddenly exhausted. His body swayed a few times in the night wind, and he seemed to be unable to stand firmly.
Two disciples hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Baijie smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Song, do you think this junior is still capable of fighting again? It was just an empty city tactic. I want to scare away Devil Wei. Thank you, senior, for smoothing things over."
After saying that, she sat cross-legged on the ground and began to use her internal energy. The two female disciples supported her on her back with one palm to replenish her internal energy.
In fact, as soon as Master Baijie entered the temple and saw Yang Buhui and his wife present, he already knew that the fight would not be successful. If he insisted on killing Wei Yixiao, he would inevitably clash with Wudang. Guo Xianghe, the founder of the two factions, Since the beginning of Zhang Sanfeng, the friendship has been very deep.
The following generations of disciples all upheld the will of their ancestors and have been friends from generation to generation. Therefore, Baijie simply used all his strength to perform spells on Duan Ziyu in front of a powerful enemy. Knowing that Wudang was here, he would not let Wei Yixiao attack him, so he sold Wudang. A kind face and a magical skill made Wei Yixiao retreat despite the difficulties. This tact was unexpected by everyone in Wudang.
As for Duan Ziyu, he fell in love with him at first sight and tried his best to save him. This was not only because of the hatred of the demon sect, but also because of his family's fortune-telling skills. At first sight, he felt that although this young man was young, he had the domineering power of a king and his future was limitless. , we cannot allow it to be destroyed by Wei Yixiao's hands. It was even more gratifying to find out that he was a descendant of Master Yideng.
About two hours later, Baijie opened his eyes and said, "Okay." The two disciples each pulled back, dripping with sweat and uneven breathing. They took out a pill from their arms and drank it.
Master Bai Jie was full of energy and returned to his old outlook. Seeing Duan Ziyu still standing in the hall, he smiled slightly and said, "Master Duan, what are you thinking about? Could it be that the poison of Hanzhang has not been completely eliminated."
Duan Ziyu woke up from his dream and hurriedly replied: "Master, my disciple escaped from death and received a great favor from Master. I am overly surprised. I am always afraid that this is a dream."
Master Baijie chuckled and said, "Silly boy, you are really dreaming. In your dream, you got through Little Zhou Tian. That's amazing."
Duan Ziyu heard the kindness in this teasing, fell to his knees and kowtowed: "Master, you are so kind, please accept me as your disciple."
Baijie shook his head with a smile and said, "This can't be done. If I accept you, not only will it break Emei's ancestral rule of not accepting male disciples, but those black-hearted people in the world who specialize in gossiping will create countless rumors." When he said this, his face turned red and he was as shy as a little girl.
Seeing Duan Ziyu's disappointed look, he couldn't bear it and had an idea:
"Although it is inconvenient for me to accept you, there are several famous martial arts heroes here. It is quite suitable. Senior Song, when Zhou Zhiruo was the head of Zhou, it was Zhang Zhenren who introduced him to our Emei with a letter. Now I have the courage to invite Song How about the old-timer collecting Mr. Duan’s entrance wall?”
Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed and was about to agree, but Zhang Songxi pulled him from behind. Although Song Yuanqiao didn't know what he meant, Xidi was always resourceful and well-informed. If he stopped him, he must have deep meaning. He pondered for a moment and said:
"Please forgive me, Master. I should have followed Master's orders. It's just that Mr. Duan's martial arts style tends to be feminine, and his achievements have been considerable. Even if he comes to Lao Xian's sect, I'm afraid I don't have any skills to teach him, but he is an empty-handed master. The name is misleading again."
Baijie said calmly: "It's the junior who is being rude. Mr. Duan has killed so many people from the Ming Cult. How can the Wudang Sect tolerate him?"
Yin Liting said angrily: "Master Tai's words clearly mean that Wudang and Mingjiao are on the same side."
Master Baijie said with a smile: "The Six Heroes of Yin are too preoccupied. How can a poor nun dare to have such an intention? Maybe my knowledge is shallow and I expressed the wrong intention."
Before Yin Liting could say anything else, Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice, "Sixth brother must not be rude."
He said to Duan Ziyu: "If Mr. Duan doesn't think that I am stupid and incompetent, I will try my best to hide behind the wall. No one in Wudang can tolerate him."
He was originally the head of Wudang. Because of his involvement with his son Song Qingshu, he was removed from the post of head and was succeeded by his second brother Yu Lianzhou. But from Yu Lianzhou down, everyone respects him as a teacher, and everything must be implemented after his instructions.
Duan Ziyu raised his head and said: "Master, if you don't accept this disciple as your disciple, he would rather live his whole life without a sect and a lonely ghost. I understand the kindness of Senior Song. It is really difficult for me to obey my order."
Master Baijie frowned and said: "What a ungrateful boy, I spent so much effort to get Senior Song to touch me, but you don't know how to praise me.
"Hurry up and apologize to Senior Song. He won't argue with a yellow-haired boy like you. You can enjoy his martial arts for the rest of your life if you can learn it by yourself.
"Wei Yixiao and his gang are afraid of Senior Song's reputation, so they won't cause trouble for you. Isn't this a perfect strategy?"
Only then did Song Yuanqiao understand the intentions of Master Baijie, and in an instant he also understood the reason why Zhang Songxi stopped him.
If he takes Duan Ziyu as his disciple, the burden of these twenty lives will naturally be placed on his shoulders. With the friendship between Wudang and Mingjiao, and his relationship with Wei Yixiao and Yang Xiao, it is not difficult to resolve this burden. But it would be difficult to force Mingjiao to do so.
If it cannot be resolved, Mingjiao and Wudang will definitely become enemies.
This is exactly where Master Baijie’s good intentions lie, and what Zhang Songxi is worried about.
However, he did take a fancy to Duan Ziyu's martial arts talent and did not pay much attention to this section. He only waited for Duan Ziyu to come over and kowtow to become his master.
Unexpectedly, when Duan Ziyu and Wei Yixiao were fighting, Song Yuanqiao and others were always watching from the sidelines. Duan Ziyu had already held a grudge against them in his heart. Although he knew they were famous Wudang heroes, he still felt resentment in his heart. Three points look down upon.
Where are you willing to come and become a disciple?
At that moment, he actually stood up and bowed and said: "Since the master refused, I have no shame to ask for it again, but I will never join any other sect. I will remember the great kindness and virtue of the master for the rest of my life, and I will surely have something like this in the future." "Report."
Baijie said: "How could the descendants of Lord Duan have a Shanxi donkey like you? It seems that all my hard work has been in vain.
"I can't accept you as a disciple. You come to Mount Emei to find me in three months. I'll teach you some of the tricks I used as a layman. I guess that will satisfy your desire." Duan Ziyu thanked him respectfully.
People from both groups rushed out. Before leaving, Master Baijie gave Duan Ziyu a mutton-fat white jade bottle, patted his head and said with a smile: "Three months, don't break the promise."
In an instant, people dispersed and the palace was empty. Duan Ziyu suddenly felt sad and fell to the ground in pain like a child losing his loving mother.
I don't know how much time passed, but a Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main hall suddenly spun around three times. A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old emerged from the statue and whispered:
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured? Doesn't it hurt a lot?"
