It turns out that when Wang Baobao built this palace, he took precautions that one day a strong enemy would attack and it would be difficult to cope with it, so he would die with the enemy.
Therefore, thousands of kilograms of gunpowder were buried in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the trap was placed in an unobtrusive place in his palace. He was the only one who knew how to do it.
Although Duan Ziyu didn't know the details, he didn't dare to let him move around. When he saw him moving slightly, he quickly took action to stop him.
Everyone outside the window heard the commotion in the house, and immediately broke the door and jumped through the window.
Wang Baobao had eighteen monks under his command, known as the "Eighteen Vajra". Duan Ziyu had already killed two of them, leaving only sixteen Vajras left.
Although there were many other warriors, there seemed to be no masters of this level. The two elders Xuan Ming and Duan Ziyu were killed by Duan Ziyu, Fang Dongbai was defeated and committed suicide, and two masters of the Vajra Sect, Ah Er and Ah San, were restrained from above. Wang Baobao's men The ones who have more skills are the Sixteen Vajras.
The room was cramped, and Duan Ziyu's Six Meridians Divine Sword came out, the sword energy flowing freely and horizontally, forcing the Sixteen King Kongs to jump out in a hurry, and several people were injured by the sword energy.
Duan Ziyu grabbed Wei Bi who was standing outside the door and yelled: "Thief, let me let you taste the feeling of not being able to live or die."
First, he disabled his martial arts with one finger, and then he threw it up. The energy of the sword was like lightning. When the Wei Bi fell to the ground, it was no different from his wife.
The couple lay together, their martial arts skills were gone, their muscles and veins were all penetrated, the pain was as if they were in a frying pan, and they couldn't even chew their tongues to kill themselves.
Wang Baobao was as shocked as death and was about to plead, when a cymbal flew in from outside. Duan Ziyu turned and the cymbal flew towards Wang Baobao. Wang Baobao tried to avoid it, but he saw one of his right arms was cut off and screamed in agony.
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Fangou, how much scrap metal do you still have? Let's greet your master together."
The Sixteenth King Kong was so angry that he screamed, but he really didn't dare to throw his sword in anymore. He wanted to break the window and get in, but he was afraid that his sword energy was too strong, so he shouted:
"Duan, you are also a well-known figure in the martial arts world. Our prince does not know martial arts. It is unethical for you to act like this. You have the guts to come out and compete with us."
Duan Ziyu laughed in anger and said to himself: "You actually know what martial arts ethics are."
Seeing the misery of Wu Qingying and Wei Bi, which was a hundred or a thousand times worse than death, I was very happy, but I didn't say anything, just let them suffer and die slowly.
He looked up and saw Wang Baobao looking as scared as death, and said: "Although you have nothing to do with my family feud, my father's debt is repaid by my son, but I can't spare you. I'll give you a break."
Wang Baobao's eyes were full of joy, but he really couldn't ask for it.
Duan Ziyu pulled out the Yitian Sword, and with a sweep of the sword, Wang Baobao's head flew into the air, and blood from his neck spattered all over the wall.
Duan Ziyu's Yitian Sword swept across and flew out of the window. Those who were hit by Sixteen Diamonds with swords and copper cymbals were all cut into pieces. Unexpectedly, he had such a sharp weapon, and they all avoided its sharpness.
Duan Ziyu roared loudly and chased the Sixteenth King Kong.
These Eighteen Vajra always trapped the opponent in the center of Gai when facing the enemy. They wandered outside and besieged them, which was also a formation. However, here in the corridors, the terrain was narrow, and the sixteen people could not besiege them. Instead, they were chased and killed one by one by Duan Ziyu.
The sharp weapons in his hands were invincible, and the Yang finger on his left hand could attack from a distance. Although the Sixteen Vajras wanted to form a formation to trap them, they still shouted negative. In an instant, he split the bodies of three monks with the Heavenly Sword, and penetrated the temples of two monks with the Yang finger. .
There are also dozens of warriors in the mansion. Except for the delicate maids, Duan Ziyu kills everyone on sight, as if he were in a deserted place.
His Qinggong was extremely high, and he retreated like a god. The monks who chased him could not catch up with him. Instead, he suddenly fell down and killed one of the monks.
He stopped fighting with Fan Monk, and after a meal, all Wang Baobao's warriors were dead. He also took the opportunity to kill ten of the Sixteenth King Kong, leaving only six people left.
Duan Ziyu and the six monks said: "Now I am one against six, let's have a fair fight."
When the six monks saw that he was like an evil god and had killed nearly a hundred people, they all sighed angrily and walked around him, attacking him with swords and cymbals in turn.
Duan Ziyu was as quiet as a mountain, and his gaze was extremely accurate. Every time he struck out with a sword, either his sword or cymbal was cut off, or one of his arms fell to the ground. In a moment, two monks had their arms broken, and the remaining monk only held half of the weapon.
Duan Ziyu suddenly made a move and rushed towards a monk. Quickly, he stabbed a monk to death with his backhand sword, and cut off the neck of another monk with a single movement of the sword.
Another famous Western monk had already burst into fear. He sighed wildly and ran towards the exit. Before he could escape thirty feet, he was cut into two pieces by Duan Ziyu.
Duan Ziyu screamed again and again, his mind was at ease. In this battle, family feud and national hatred were all shameful. It was a pleasure to grudge and grudge, nothing more! I just feel that as a human being, I will have no regrets even if I die.
Nearly a hundred maids in the mansion were so frightened that they fainted. A dozen brave ones came forward and kowtowed, begging for their lives.
Duan Ziyu said: "My killing the enemy and taking revenge has nothing to do with you. If you follow me out, I will arrange your livelihood for the rest of your life."
The maids were overjoyed when they heard this, so they woke up their companions and told them this. Wang Baobao's more than ten concubines committed suicide long ago.
Duan Ziyu led the girls away from the corridor. The people above were already extremely anxious. If they were not afraid of his strict orders, they would have gone down to help him.
At this moment, seeing him covered in blood but leading a large group of women out, they were all astonished and unbelievable.
Duan Ziyu briefly described the battle situation, and everyone was shocked and speechless.
Situ Mingyue whispered in his ear:
"You are a greedy person. With so many women, do you really want to set up three palaces and six courtyards?"
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "With the conscience of heaven and earth, I don't dare to have any different thoughts."
Then he sighed: "Most of these women were bought or robbed by this group of evil thieves. They have also suffered a lot. Now that they have seen the light of day, it is time to make plans for their good lives."
He suddenly felt dizzy and extremely exhausted.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword consumes the most internal energy. He wanted to use his knowledge to avenge his family, so he used the Six Meridians Divine Sword repeatedly overnight. Even though his magical skills were profound, his internal strength was so strong that he was even more powerful than his ancestor Duan Yuzhi. Down.
Now I also feel that my internal strength is exhausted, and my body shakes a few times. Just now I have wiped out all my enemies. Under the feeling of happiness, there is still a virtual fire on top of it. After a while, I can no longer hold up and fall to the ground.
Situ Mingyue was so horrified that she hurriedly sat cross-legged in front of him, facing his palms with both hands, and channeled her inner energy from Laogong point.
Cheng Nan also hurriedly came up, put his hands on the Lingtai and Zhiyang acupoints on his back, and introduced the Zixia magical power into them.
The two of them suddenly felt that there was a bottomless valley in Duan Ziyu's body, and the pulling force was extremely strong. Their internal energy surged into Duan Ziyu's body like a river bank bursting, and they were slightly shocked. Their internal energy was so lost, and a lot of their internal energy was sucked away. All in danger.
But both of them refused to withdraw their palms, and both were willing to sacrifice themselves to save Duan Ziyu.
During the cup of tea, Duan Ziyu's hands and back trembled, and both of them felt the internal force feedback. Situ Mingyue and Duan Ziyu had been practicing for a long time, but they didn't realize it. Cheng Nan only felt that this internal force was several times stronger than what he had endured. , in an instant, several unopened meridians suddenly opened, the circulation continued, and the internal strength increased to another level, and I was extremely grateful.
The maidservants still had palpitations on their faces, looking at the group of black-clothed thieves, trembling with fear, fearing that they had just emerged from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again, and they might be more ravaged than before.
Duan Ziyu smiled and explained to them that they were sent by Huashan and pretended to be thieves in order to hunt down the Mongolian Tatars. He ordered his disciples to record the birthplaces of these women. Those who had family members and parents were given twenty taels of gold for travel expenses.
Nearly a hundred women were all excited and happy, but more than twenty girls were unwilling to leave. When asked, they were all homeless and had no relatives to turn to. Duan Ziyu felt pity for him, so he decided to take Huashan with him and become his disciples. Also free from the pain of being homeless on the road.
Duan Ziyu said to Cheng Nan: "Senior Brother Cheng, send people to spread the word to the Jianghu immediately that a group of women who were possessed by the remnants of the Mongols are now defecting to their hometowns. Anyone who dares to harm them will have their sect destroyed by those who have a sect, and their families who have no sect."
Cheng Nan immediately sent his disciples to the west to spread the word that the Beggar Clan and Tianshi Sect were on good terms with Huashan and were powerful and had eyes and ears all over the world. As soon as Duan Ziyu issued this order, within ten days, everyone in the world knew about it.
The green forest and the underworld figures were afraid of the power of Huashan Mountain, but they were unwilling to lay hands on weak women. Along the way, there were many people from the Celestial Master Sect and the Beggar Clan offering protection. However, most of them returned home safely and reunited with their families. When the various factions in the world learned about it, they even praised this as a great act of kindness.
Cheng Nan was heartbroken to see Duan Ziyu handle the matter neatly and neatly in an instant.
Situ Mingyue smiled and said: "Mr. Duan, there are two more hairy monks here. How do you want to deal with them?"
Duan Ziyu said calmly: "Take the other person's way and give it back to him."
At that moment, I really used the force of my Yang finger to crush the bones of Ah Er and Ah San from their feet to their brains one by one. Instead of killing them, I threw them in the wild and let them die.
Cheng Nan wanted to burn Zhuangzi on fire, but Duan Ziyu shook his head and said:
"Although this is a den of traitors, every brick, every piece of wood, every piece of equipment is a tribute to the people. Wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources to set it on fire and save it for later use?"
At present, the exit is sealed, and the plaque of Huashan Villa is still hanging outside the villa, in case more people are sent there in the future, and people can live here to practice swordsmanship.
The news that Duan Ziyu single-handedly wiped out the remnants of the Meng Yuan Dynasty spread, and the Huashan Sect became stronger and stronger, surpassing Shaolin and Wudang. Zhu Yuanzhang would also join in the fun, and wrote an imperial letter in his own handwriting, praising his achievements, sending important ministers to him, and Give all the territory of Huashan to the Huashan Sect.
Duan Ziyu laughed it off, feeling not proud but worried. He knew that this would inevitably lead to estrangement from various factions. It was a taboo for people in the martial arts to associate with the government. Zhu Yuanzhang's move really had profound meaning.
Duan Ziyu's family and country's feud was wiped out, and he felt happy, so he wanted to retire. Although he could not resign as the leader immediately, he handed over many important matters in the faction to Ning Caihe, and he wanted to gradually hand over the post of leader to Ning Caihe. he.
On this day, I suddenly remembered that Master Baijie asked me to go to Emei, but I was unable to make the trip due to many obstacles. After that, Master Baijie went to Huashan many times. Why not go to Emei when I have nothing to do to make up for my past mistakes? , you can also see famous mountains and scenic spots.
Now that he had made up his mind, he and Situ Mingyue went down the mountain and headed towards Emei side by side.
When they walked to the outskirts of Baoji, they suddenly heard shouts and shouts. They were surprised. When they approached, they couldn't help laughing in surprise.
I saw one person dodging, spreading, soaring, moving, jumping up and down, fighting extremely fiercely with his left hand and right hand. The wonderful thing is that the two hands came out at the same time, but the moves were completely opposite. The splitting of moves was like two masters fighting each other. No different, the two of them were dazzled by what they saw and felt it was unbelievable.
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Brother Zhou, why can't we get along with our own family?"
That person was none other than Zhou Xishou, who came from the lineage of the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, who was Wang Chongyang's junior brother.
The Zhou family lineage was extended to Zhou Xi. Their ancestors and grandchildren have been mainly engaged in farming for several generations and have not been involved in the world.
Zhou Xishou has been practicing martial arts for a long time, so it is inevitable that he will fight with others. He fights with left and right hands, and ordinary martial arts masters are no match for him. Gradually, he has become a master of martial arts, and everyone calls him "Zhou Xishou." His real name is a compliment.
Over time, Zhou Xishou became as if he was his ancestor Zhou Botong. He actually forgot his real name and called himself "Zhou Xishou". Although one is martial arts and the other is his real name, they have the same purpose but the same approach and great ancestral style.
On this day, Zhou Xishou suddenly came up with a boxing technique, but he couldn't find an opponent. The technique was so itchy that he had no choice but to fight with his left hand and his right hand.
He was so absorbed in fighting that he didn't even notice that the two of them were approaching, and he didn't wake up until Duan Ziyu spoke.
When he saw Duan Ziyu, he smiled and said, "Brother Duan Shi, you came just in time. Practice my moves with me."
Inexplicably, the man pounced on Duan Ziyu like a big bird.
Duan Ziyu floated past and said with a smile: "I can't beat Xishou with both fists, so I'm willing to lose."
Zhou Xishou was not willing to listen, so he stepped forward and said, "We just practice to have fun, regardless of victory or defeat."
The left hand is a newly created punch that has not yet been named, and the right hand is the "wonderful empty hand" of Kong Mingquan.
Two punches, one punch to Duan Ziyu's left chest and one punch to his back, it was like two people.
Duan Ziyu had no choice but to take apart the moves and fight a few moves. He was also very interested and was very disappointed with Zhou Xishou's style of play.
When Zhou Xishou met his opponent, his interest became even higher. His fists were whirring, and he was shouting and yelling. He was having a great time fighting.
Duan Ziyu used the Huashan School's 72-way "Eagle and Snake Life and Death" to compete with him. In one move, the eagle's virility and the snake's agility are all contained in it. The moves are flying and graceful.
The two exchanged fifty moves in an instant, and Duan Ziyu felt awe-struck. Zhou Xi's left hand fist was fierce and powerful, and the strong wind was surging between the opening and closing of Zhou Xi's hand, but the right hand fist was as if there was nothing, soft as cotton, and as empty as a shadow. It is very subtle that it will be lost when touched and then resurrected immediately. If Duan Ziyu hadn't been so fast and quick as lightning, he would have taken a few punches from him.
The two of them rolled around and fired nearly a thousand moves. Although Duan Ziyu didn't know that this person was the great-great-grandson of Zhou Botong, he could be said to be a family friend starting from his ancestor, Master Yideng.
However, he was unwilling to deal with him with a heavy hand. He discarded all the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Toad Kung Fu, One Yang Finger, and Six Meridians Divine Sword. He only used these seventy-two "Eagle and Snake Life and Death Fights" to dismantle him, although it was fierce. Incomparable, but not the least bit dangerous, the two fought equally.
Zhou Xi hit a thousand moves with his hands, jumped out of the circle with his hands on the ground, and shouted with sweat on his head and face:
"It's fun, it's fun, brother Duan Shi, thank you for your hard work."
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Brother, you are so good at martial arts, I admire you."
Zhou Xi wiped off the sweat with his hand and said, "Don't coax me. I know you haven't shown your true skills. You only need to use one finger, and even my eight hands won't work."
Duan Ziyu secretly said: "This man is self-aware. Even if I come out with my Nine Yin White Bone Claws, you won't be able to resist me."
He smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, why are you practicing your own moves today? Why don't you, the eldest brother and eldest sister who use double swords, compete with you?"
Zhou Xishou said: "They are..."
He suddenly stopped talking, as if he had something to hide.
He said with some embarrassment: "Let's not talk about them. I'm just busy with nothing to do, so I found someone to practice a few moves."
After saying that, he handed over his hand and ran away again.
Situ Mingyue said: "Mr. Duan, you are just a martial arts fanatic. Don't care what he does. It's getting late, so you'd better get on your way as soon as possible."
Duan Ziyu was puzzled, so he had no choice but to get on his horse and continue on his way.
The two stayed at an inn that night. After eating, they sat cross-legged on the bed opposite each other, with their western hands facing each other, and started practicing double cultivation.
Every time Situ Mingyue finished practicing double cultivation with him, she felt that her internal strength had improved a lot. Compared with her own solo practice, it was really different from a thousand-mile horse or a snail.
When the two of them reached the age of training, they slowly finished their skills. Situ Mingyue used her female body to practice the Nine-Yang Magic Technique. She already had the wonder of harmonizing yin and yang, but the yin inherent in her body was actually negligible compared to the Nine-Yang Magic Technique. Duan Ziyu and even Yin, The peerless magical skill formed by the intersection of the two magical skills of Zhiyang, dragon and tiger, can reconcile the yin and yang in the body by itself. The progress is fast and there are no consequences. It is really the best shortcut to cultivate internal strength.
After the two of them finished their work, they both felt that their fatigue was gone and they had no desire to sleep, so they lay on the pillows and chatted.
Situ Mingyue said: "Mr. Duan, you have almost ignored the affairs of the faction these days. Do you want to give in?"
She and Duan Ziyu have been practicing together for a long time, and their minds are vaguely connected. Although Duan Ziyu tried to cover up this move to prevent the disciples in the sect from fighting for the position of leader again, Situ Mingyue was already very smart, and he guessed it after seeing it. Out eight or nine points.
Duan Ziyu said with a smile: "What I didn't want to do, Master, was forced by my two uncles to do it."
Situ Mingyue was so surprised that Duan Ziyu told him that the two old men had been working hard and had no choice but to agree. Situ Mingyue laughed and said:
"There are people in the world who force people to be leaders. These two elders are truly unique in the martial arts world."
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "I always feel uneasy because this leader came so easily, as if I stole someone else's things. Previously, the disciples in the sect were weak in martial arts and had no choice but to hold on to the situation. Now I would rather Senior Brother, Senior Brother Cheng and the disciples have all achieved great success in martial arts. The strength of the Huashan Sect is worthy of that of the six major sects. It’s time for me to return the original jade.”
Situ Mingyue sighed: "It doesn't matter if you retire, I don't dare to say anything to you. I was extremely scared when I saw you killing people. Several leaders of our Mingjiao have magic words on their heads, but they are not as good at killing people." You are far too far.
"Every time I think about the scene where you killed someone, it's as if I don't recognize you."
Duan Ziyu held her hand, her soft little hand was slightly cold, she thought for a moment and said:
"Ever since I was sensible, my uncle Ninth told me every day that I should practice martial arts to avenge blood. When I first started to learn to read, the word 'vengeance' came into my mind.
"I think about the word revenge thousands of times in my mind every day. At that time, I thought, what else can a person do in life besides revenge?
"For more than ten years, I have been living for this word of hatred and practicing martial arts for this word of hatred.
“Every time I kill someone, the only word in my mind is hatred, and now I can’t help but feel heartbroken when I think about it.
"For God's sake, finally the feud has been settled, and there will be no need to kill like this in the future."
Situ Mingyue said: "You are the best to think so. Somehow, since I followed you, I have always felt that everyone is living a good life. Why do you have to kill me? I will kill you, but when the time comes, I don't want to kill anyone." It doesn’t work, it’s true that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can’t help themselves.”
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "After a year and a half, I will hand over the leadership to Senior Brother Ning. Let's find a quiet place, far away from this bloody bustle. Xiaoao Years is the place."
The two of them were deeply in love and talked about each other until dawn. Then he rode on his horse and galloped towards Jianmen Pass.
Pass Jianmen Pass, cross the plank road, pass through Mianyang and Chengdu, and meander to the boundary of Mount Emei.
The scenery along the way was gorgeous, and even though the two of them were just walking around, their eyes were opened and their minds were opened.
Two people suddenly appeared from the woods in front and shouted: "Listen to those who come, hurry down the mountain and don't take another step forward."
Duan Ziyu and the other two were shocked. Seeing the two men blocking the road holding single swords and finishing their strong disguises, Duan Ziyu was in a good mood and said with a smile:
"Two great kings, you planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to live from now on, you can leave money to buy the road, right?"
The man was amused and said, "Damn it, someone is treating us as thieves."
Another person saw Situ Mingyue as beautiful as a fairy, and said with a lewd smile:
"Boy, there's no need to buy money for traveling. Give your beautiful wife to the gentlemen for fun..."
Before he could finish his words, two streaks of purple lightning suddenly appeared in the air. Duan Ziyu drew his sword and pointed it twice. He drew the sword so fast that the two people who were blocking the way only saw their eyes dazzled, and they were both killed by the sword in their eyebrows.
Duan Ziyu sheathed his sword and said: "With these scum around, how can we not kill people?"
Situ Mingyue said bitterly: "He deserves to be killed."
Suddenly, more than a dozen people emerged from the forest and shouted: "Boy, if you dare to commit murder and cause chaos, aren't you afraid of destroying your family?"
Duan Ziyu saw that the dozen or so people were also wearing their best armor and had different weapons in their hands.
Suddenly he shouted: "No, there are police in Emei, let's go up quickly."
The leader said "Hey": "This kid is with that nun, brothers, he is his brother."
More than ten people swarmed forward, Duan Ziyu's Heavenly Sword flew vertically and horizontally, and the nine-yin white bone claws of his left hand penetrated the brain and neck. In an instant, the corpses of these ten people were scattered everywhere, and Situ Mingyue didn't even have the time to intervene.
The two of them were deeply afraid that Baijie Shitai would encounter a powerful enemy, so they joined hands and galloped faster than a galloping horse. Although they were going up the mountain, it was as if they were walking on a flat road.
There were occasionally a few people blocking me along the way.
Either he was stabbed to death by Duan Ziyu's sword, or he just saw the figure and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he suspected that he had bumped into a ghost.
While the two were drinking tea, they rushed to the "Wan'an Temple" where the Emei sect lived. They saw figures flying on the ground in front of the temple. The fight was fierce. There were about a hundred people in the Western Zhou Dynasty who had finished their costumes.
Someone in the field shouted: "Yao Ni, why don't you just capture me without any help?"
Duan Ziyu and Situ Mingyue kept their feet on their feet, suddenly pulled up, leaped through the crowd, and landed in the field.
Bai Jie Shitai walked on the Nine Palaces and Bagua directions and fought fiercely with a sword. There were two people holding swords on the other side.
Seems like a group fight.
Duan Ziyu didn't even look at who the other party was. He struck out with his sword and shouted: "Master, my disciple will cook for you."
A sword hit the back of the man's sword, and the man felt a strong surge of force. The sword swayed, and he almost wanted to fly out of his hand, and he was horrified.
The two people who had been staring at each other for a long time saw the Emei faction suddenly coming to help. They rushed forward together and launched their swords to attack. Duan Ziyu hit the two people's wrists with two swords. Unexpectedly, his sword moves were so fast that they couldn't help but jump back. His wrist was almost cut off.
Master Baijie was overjoyed and said, "Yu'er, why did you arrive so suddenly?"
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "This disciple wants to see the master's grace, so he came here to pay his respects."
Youmu looked to the west and saw that there were more than twenty disciples captured. Jingsi was also captured by two people. When he saw him coming, he shouted: "Little Master Uncle, save me."
The voice was weak, indicating that he had been seriously injured.
Duan Ziyu was so angry that he moved the five fingers of his left hand together, and six sword energy struck the faces of the two people beside Jingsi like lightning. In a flash, he pulled Jingsi back to the field.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, dumbfounded, not expecting this person to have such a magical power, and it was similar to magic.
The leader suddenly realized something and said: "Isn't it the great hero Duan from Huashan?"
Duan Ziyu said coldly: "Exactly, who kind of bandit dares to come to Emei to cause trouble?"
The man immediately smiled with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said: "Nice to meet you, I am Cheng Ruke, Master Zhang!"
Duan Ziyu was shocked, and it was strange that Emei suffered such a disastrous defeat. This ordinary-looking, businessman-like man was the first disciple of Zhang Changsheng's top ten disciples, and he should be considered his senior brother.
But he didn't buy it at the moment, he frowned and said, "Why do you have such a big dispute with Emei?"
Cheng Ru laughed and said: "Duan Daxia is a noble person of our religion. Can you please step aside for now? I will talk to Duan Daxia again after my brother has finished cooking."
Duan Ziyu said coldly: "Let the person go first. With Duan here, you will not be allowed to do whatever you want."
Cheng Ruke's expression changed rapidly. He had a very high status in the sect. When Zhang Yu met him for the first time, he also called him senior brother.
Unexpectedly, Duan Ziyu didn't show any pretense at all, and was slightly annoyed in his heart, but he knew he couldn't afford to offend this noble man, so he endured it and said:
"Duan Daxia, my brother, the emperor, is in charge of this matter. I really cannot help myself. I hope you will be considerate."
Bai Jie said: "Yu'er, just stand aside and see how the Tianshi Cult picked me, Emei."
She knew that Duan Ziyu was very close to the two generations of Tianshi Sect leaders and that he was the soon-to-be son-in-law of the Tianshi Sect, so she didn't want him to get involved in this matter.
Duan Ziyu said resolutely: "Brother Cheng, let me go and go back and tell your leader and the emperor that if you have any problem, please come to me, Duan Ziyu."
Cheng Ruke was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. It turned out that Zhang Wuji had returned to the world and was in charge of the Ming Cult. Zhu Yuanzhang was unable to eat and sleep well. He knew that his plan to become the Ming King and the leader of the Ming Cult came to nothing.
Hearing that Zhang Wuji led his people to sneak into the Central Plains, hoping to join hands with various factions and plan a big plan, he was even more afraid. If the Mingjiao and the Central Plains martial arts became one and looked after each other like arms, he would lose half of his country and his empire. It's on the verge of collapse, and everything is at risk.
Therefore, he came up with a vicious plan to draw firepower from the bottom of the cauldron, hoping to use the Tianshi Sect to control the martial arts in the Central Plains. Those who were too strong to be conquered would be eliminated with all their strength, leaving the Mingjiao with no one to rely on in the Central Plains.
Cheng Ruke followed his secret order and led the elite of the sect into the rivers and lakes, beating the Wujiang Gang, Shenquan Sect, Wufeng Dao and others into submission one by one. When the soldiers pointed their way, they went to Emei.
Seeing that the great achievement was accomplished, Duan Ziyu unexpectedly descended from the sky like a god and stood in his way.
Duan Ziyu raised the tip of his sword slightly and shouted: "Brother Cheng, let him go first. It's easy to say anything. Otherwise, don't blame Duan for offending him."
Liu Sanwu, the second disciple of Zhang Changcheng, said: "Senior Brother, my mentor issued a strict decree in Japan, as long as Duan Daxia has the order.
"I and I, Xu Lin, have no objection, so I will follow what Master Duan said, and Master Shaotian may not blame us for our incompetence in doing things."
Cheng Ru could see that the faces of the two people lying on the ground were mangled and disfigured, and you knew that this was the Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword. His master was in Japan, he commented on martial arts in the world, and praised the Six Meridians Divine Sword as the best martial arts in the world. Invincible in the world.
If my brothers and fellow Westerners join forces to fight against the enemy, they may not necessarily lose, but if they hurt the other party, they cannot bear the blame. If they hurt themselves, they can only feel bad luck. This kind of loss-making business cannot be done at all.
Thinking about this, he smiled and said: "I forgot, for the golden face of Duan Daxia, even the most serious things have to be revealed and let him go." After hearing this, his disciples let go and retreated.
All the disciples of Emei were injured by heavy hands. Although they were freed, they were still exhausted. He stumbled back to Baijie.
Duan Ziyu cupped his hands and said: "Senior brothers, Duan is very kind. If your leader blames me, just ask him to come to Huashan to find me to hold him accountable."
Cheng Ru laughed and said, "I don't dare. Even if the Young Heavenly Master is here, Duan Daxia's face must be given to me. I'll see you later."
Several people cupped their hands and walked down the mountain angrily. I don't know where they vented their resentment.
One of the disciples suddenly said: "Master, I just want to think about my sister."
Her words were choked with sobs. Baijie and Duan Ziyu were startled. They leaned over and saw that her face was like gold paper. When they stretched out their hands to explore, Baijie couldn't help but burst into tears. Jingsi was struck by Liu Sanwu's "Heavenly Thunder God's Palm". If it hits the back of the heart, the five internal organs will be out of place and the heart channels will be cut off.
Duan Ziyu said in a deep voice: "Master, don't panic. Disciple may be able to protect her."
At this moment, regardless of the discord between men and women, he stretched out his hands to touch and massage her chest, aligning her five internal organs, and through the internal force in his palm, he revived her heart yang to prevent her from dying suddenly.
After a hundred calamities of worry and worry, when I saw him taking action to treat me, I suddenly said:
"I forgot about your Yi Yang Finger Technique. With just this appearance, can you save her?"
Duan Ziyu said with a smile: "Although my disciple's fingering skills are weak, he can still cope with it."
Stretching his palms on the middle palm of Jingsi's back, he used his internal strength to pull out the fire poison. After a while of tea, he saw that Jingsi's scorched back was white and tender again, but the marks of his five fingers were still there, and the texture of his palms was still clearly visible.
Jingsi groaned, woke up, saw Duan Ziyu, and forced a smile:
"Little uncle, I will die if I see you again. If I see you again, I will have no regrets."
Duan Ziyu shed tears and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely cure you."
Turning his head to look down the mountain, he said bitterly: "If it wasn't for Jiayue's sake, none of these people would even think of descending to Mount Emei alive."
Situ Mingyue advised: "It's important to save people right now, don't be too idle."
Baijie suddenly said: "Yu'er, you can't save her."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and felt unbelievable at first.
Baijie picked up Jingsi and said, "Si'er, I don't care for you unless I'm a master. After your uncle heals your injuries with a Yang finger, he will be disabled for five years. He has many powerful enemies. Once he loses all his internal strength, he will turn around." A disaster is about to happen."
She burst into tears again, her hands shaking as she held Jingsi in her arms.
A group of disciples have been following their master for a long time, and they have never seen her panic, let alone shed tears. Upon hearing this, they felt that Duan Ziyu should not regret saving someone, and looking at Jingsi's beautiful face, they all cried. Make a sound.
Duan Ziyu said resolutely: "Master, even if the disciple loses his internal strength for ten years, life and death will be a matter of the future. Besides, if the hatred of the disciple's family and country is over, there is no regret in death."
Situ Mingyue said: "Master, do you have any conscience after hearing what he said? Once he is gone, he will leave us as widows."
Master Baijie couldn't help but smile, knowing that she was deliberately trying to make everyone happy, but looking at the dying Jingsi, she felt really hard to make up her mind.
She had raised her since she was a baby, and for the past fifteen years she had treated her like her own child. Even if she died, she would not want her to die in front of him.
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Master, my late father did lose his martial arts for five years because of Uncle Ouyang Jiu's treatment for his injuries. However, since this disciple has practiced the two great magical arts of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, he feels that his inner strength is infinite, so he may not be in danger of losing his martial arts."
Baijie listened to his decision and thought that it made sense, so he handed over Pure Thought to him and said:
"If you really lose all your power, you can live here in Emei. As long as the Emei sect is alive, no one can touch you."
On this day, only Cheng Ruke and Liu Sanwu were masters of the Thunder God Palm. If not for the eagerness of the nurse Jingsi and her overconfidence, Liu Sanwu would not bother to fight her. Therefore, the rest of the disciples received mostly ordinary heavy palms and took Shaoyang. The magical elixir can be treated with quiet exercise. Nearly half of Emei died in this battle. It was the first misfortune since Baijie took charge of the sect. Except for Baijie, everyone was injured. Although the severity varied, Emei's vitality was inevitably seriously injured.
In the quiet room of Baijie, Duan Ziyu put Jingsi on the futon and sat down, meditating on the healing techniques contained in the Yiyang Finger Manual. He had not practiced Yiyang Finger for a long time, and he had never been good at fingering skills before. When facing the enemy later, he often uses his invincible internal strength.
With one finger sent out, Pei Ran could not stop it. He has learned a lot of special skills, and often uses swordsmanship and Jiuyin White Bone Claws to defeat the enemy. He has not studied the fingering techniques of Yiyang Finger in detail.
Although he had excellent knowledge of martial arts and unparalleled internal strength, he was able to comprehend all the subtleties and mysteries of Yiyang Finger Kung Fu, and he had a clear understanding of it, but after all, he did not practice it often and he was not perfect in his fingering techniques.
If he were to fight against an enemy, he would only need to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to defeat the heroes of the world and surrender. Even Zhang Wuji and Zhang Yuchu would feel inferior.
But in this kind of healing, if there is a slight error in the strength and softness of the fingering force, the speed of the fingering technique, and the sequence of the acupuncture points, it will be completely useless, and a lot of hesitation and contemplation will be wasted.
I memorized the healing chart of Yiyang Finger Pu several times, and considered the strength, direction, and sequence of the finger extensions dozens of times in my mind. Although I was healing people, it was actually harder than fighting against Zhang Wuji. More than a hundred times.
After a while, he said resolutely: "Master, although the Yiyang Finger that I have learned is not inferior to that of my father and ancestors, this is the first time I have experienced this kind of healing. The fingering method is not as far as that of my ancestors and ancestors. It is difficult to determine whether it will succeed or not." Anticipate.”
Baijie smiled bitterly and said, "Yu'er, why do you say such a thing? I'm grateful to you for taking such a big risk to save her. It doesn't matter if it succeeds or not. If you don't save her, she will definitely die."
Duan Ziyu's body floated up and slowly flew to the top of Jingsi's head, Baijie cheered in his heart.
I saw that in his Qinggong, he flew more than ten feet, and the flying lightning was extremely difficult. It was equivalent to slow movement in the air, but it was several times more difficult.
Duan Ziyu pointed at Jingsi's Baihui point, and Jingsi's whole body trembled. The Baihui point is the most fatal point in the human body. Anyone who hits this point with fingers, palms, or weapons will definitely die. Unexpectedly, this is the beginning of his rescue.
Duan Ziyu pointed, without pausing, as soon as he lowered his body, he pointed his index finger towards her Yuzhen, Fengfu, Dazhui, Taodao, Zhiyang, Lingtai and other long bones from head to tail, a total of thirty Du Veins. Six major points.
Everyone saw that his thirty-six fingers were soothing, graceful and elegant. Each acupoint was a kind of fingering method, a total of thirty-six exquisite fingering methods. For a moment, I was so dizzy and intoxicated that I forgot about the life and death of Jingsi, just like observing martial arts.
Duan Ziyu pointed with his backhand at Jingsi's perineum. This finger was beyond everyone's expectation. This is a woman's secret place. Although Jingsi is childish, she has already reached the age of hairpin. If such a technique is used to attack an enemy, it is really despicable. , but everyone knew that he had a good character, and even though he had doubts, no one thought of him elsewhere.
Duan Ziyu finished tapping her Yinqiao and Yangqiao meridians in sequence, and then tapped the eight pulse points surrounding her navel. He clicked these dozens of fingers from far away, and then pointed directly at her body, but the eight pulse points moved slowly and backward. The points were like flowing clouds and flowing water. After the eight meridians of the extraordinary meridian were clicked, he suddenly jumped up, tapped the Jingsi Baihui point with his palm, and immediately fell down on a futon, closed his eyes and started practicing the technique.
Situ Mingyue was already prepared. She stroked his spiritual platform with one hand and his Zhiyang with the other, and tried to lose all his inner strength. He thought that his own inner strength was enough to keep him safe. As for whether he would lose all his inner strength, there was no need to worry about it.
After Duan Ziyu slapped his palm, Jing Si jumped up and saw his master, senior brothers and junior sisters all looking at him, and said in a daze:
"Master, why am I still alive? Is this a dream?"
Baijie cried and said, "Good boy, it was your uncle who sacrificed all his skills to save you."
Duan Ziyu suddenly exhaled and said:
"Master, my disciple's inner strength has not been lost, so there is no need to worry." He cheered up.
He possesses the magical power that is the combination of the two great powers of Nine Yin and Nine Yang. His internal strength is beyond what his ancestors could have imagined. Even though most of his internal strength was consumed through this healing process, he still has 20-30%25 of his internal strength. According to Situ, The bright moon made up, and in a moment it had recovered to 60%25 to 70%25.
He didn't want to waste more of Situ Mingyue's internal strength, so he stopped and stood up. However, his mental energy was greatly exhausted this time, and he was still tired for a while, and he no longer regained his previous radiant demeanor.
Baijie said in surprise: "Yu'er, do you really think you haven't lost your inner strength?"
Duan Ziyu smiled and said nothing, stretched out a finger, and the force of his finger shot out, discounting a flower outside the window, and said with a smile:
"If a thief comes, I will discipline him until he comes back."
The people of Emei faction burst into joy at this moment, and they were all surprised. Everyone in Emei was injured. If Duan Ziyu loses his internal strength, the two factions will make many enemies in the world.
When the young people came here after hearing the news, they were really worried. Seeing that Duan Ziyu was still majestic, they all felt confident.
More than ten days passed. Duan Ziyu had nothing to do, so he took up a scroll and read.
Situ Mingyue laughed and said: "Killing people and reading Buddhist scriptures at the same time. This kind of cultivation method will probably be useless."
Duan Ziyu said with a smile: "My ancestors all believed in Buddhism, which is the state religion of Dali. Among our ancestors, there were more than ten emperors, but seven of them took the throne as monks, and there were even more disciples of the clan."
Situ Mingyue was startled, took the Buddhist scripture between her hands, threw it aside, and said:
"You can look at anything. If you're really free, it's not an exaggeration to look at erotic pictures. But don't be obsessed with this thing and become a monk."
When Duan Ziyu saw that her face turned yellow with fright, he couldn't help but put his arms around her slender waist and said:
"Don't worry, I won't become a monk even if the knife is pressed against my neck. Let me see your erotic palace."
Situ Mingyue struggled shyly and said, "Are you seeking death? It's easy to do anything in front of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas."
Duan Ziyu smiled and said: "Now that you believe it again, please don't become a nun, otherwise I will have to tear down all the nunneries in the world."
Situ Mingyue smiled sweetly and said: "Then I will become a Taoist nun. Let's see how many temples, nunneries and temples you can demolish."
Duan Ziyu saw that she was charming and full of charm, her peach blossoms on her cheeks made her dizzy, and her heart was filled with love. He hugged her and put her on his knees. The two of them chatted about love, and their souls were in love with each other, which was better than turning their clothes upside down.
Suddenly they heard chaotic footsteps outside, as if something was happening again. The two of them hurriedly went outside to take a look, but saw a disciple reporting to Baijie:
"Master, there are a large number of people coming up from the bottom of the mountain again."
Everyone was shocked and thought: Could it be that the Heavenly Master is unwilling to give up and is making a comeback?
Baijie pressed his sword and shouted: "Why are you panicking? We are waiting in formation."
Immediately, the disciples formed a group of each person in an orderly manner. As soon as a strong enemy arrived, they would use the Western image formation to deal with it.
A man halfway up the mountain shouted loudly: "Da Guangming teaches Zhang Wuji to worship the mountain. Please give me your permission."
Everyone's faces were expressionless. If the Celestial Master had left and returned, and Duan Ziyu was there, he would have been able to make them retreat without a fight. Unexpectedly, the Demon Cult invaded in large numbers. Although all the Emei disciples had recovered from their injuries, only about fifty were left. Humans are no match for the Demonic Sect.
Therefore, Duan Ziyu couldn't help but be frightened. As long as the war broke out, Emei was in danger of being destroyed.
Baijie raised his voice and said loudly: "Master Zhang, please forgive me for not being able to welcome you from far away."
In a moment, several people walked up the stone mountain steps. The first person was Zhang Wuji, and walking side by side was a beautiful woman in her thirties. Behind them were Wei Yixiao, King Yin Ye, Wu Sanren, and Hong Hong, the flag-bearer Tang. The woman was followed by six Persians with tall cheekbones and blue eyes. More than a hundred believers were surrounding him, as if on warning.
Zhang Wuji bowed his hands and said, "I have admired Master Taiqing for a long time, and I am really lucky to meet Jing Jing today."
Bai Jie put his hands together and said: "Senior Master Zhang, a great master, is a powerful man in the West Sea. A poor nun can see his grace and be blessed with great blessings."
She was polite, but her face was indifferent and expressionless, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
Duan Ziyu bowed and said: "Sister, long time no see, why are you here?"
That woman was Xiao Zhao, the leader of the Persian Grand Cult. When Xiao Zhao saw him, he smiled and said:
"Little brother, you have joined the Emei sect."
Zhang Wuji was astonished. Seeing that the two of them were siblings, and they were very familiar with each other, he felt strange for the first time.
The King of the Treasure Tree of Wisdom said: "Master Zhang, why is your junior brother here?"
Except for Wu Sanren and Tang Yang, everyone was surprised and wondered why Duan Ziyu became Zhang Wuji's junior disciple again.
Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "You misunderstood. This is Shaoxia Duan, the leader of Huashan, Duan Ziyu. Zhang is not lucky enough to be his senior brother."
Xiao Zhao frowned and said, "My sister is not happy that you kill people so fiercely. Fan Youshi and Wu Qishi are both good people. Why did you do this to them?"
Duan Ziyu couldn't even laugh or cry, thinking that you two are in the same group. Of course they got better, but seeing that she really loved her little brother like a big sister, it seemed that the little brother had done something wrong, so she felt worried about it, but couldn't bear to blame her deeply. She was deeply moved and said with a smile:
"Big sister doesn't like it. I just want to kill less people in the future."
Xiao Zhao Jiyan said: "This is a good brother. Be obedient. My sister loves you."
Wei Yixiao and King Yin Ye were so angry that their heads were smoking, and they secretly said:
"This little girl has become the leader of the chief religion, but she is still so ignorant. How can you tell this little devil to kill less people?"
Both of them were defeated by Duan Ziyu. Feeling embarrassed, they turned away and became sulky.
Zhang Wuji waited for the two of them to finish talking about their brother-sister relationship. Although he still didn't know the details, he still held his hands in front of him and saluted:
"It would be better for Master Duan to be here. I originally sent someone to Huashan to invite you, but I didn't want to meet here by chance. It's an unexpected blessing."
Duan Ziyu bowed and said: "That day in Shaolin Temple, I received the guidance from Master Zhang. I was born late to avenge my family and national humiliation. I dare not say thank you for my great kindness. I will repay you in the future."
This matter was aroused in the world and spread widely. Zhang Wuji naturally learned the details. Wang Baobao, the prince of Prince Ruyang, was his wife's brother. Although he was an enemy, when he heard the news of his death, he couldn't help but feel regretful for a long time. He said lightly:
"It's a small thing, but it's not worth mentioning. Duan Shaoxia's words are serious.
Since the enemies and friends were unknown, Master Baijie only entertained these guests in the courtyard of Wan'an Temple, setting up a table and serving tea, but it was not disrespectful.
The people sent by Emei were puzzled about the relationship between Duan Ziyu and Xiao Zhao, but Situ Mingyue was very jealous. She didn't know how deep the relationship between the two siblings was, and she felt strange in her heart.
Everyone sat on the ground, Wei Yixiao sneered: "Miss Situ, now that you have a backer, you don't even recognize your old friend?"
Situ Mingyue blushed immediately. Unexpectedly, she knew that the person she wanted to meet was on the verge of arriving. If she deliberately avoided it, it would be too obvious. She sat there and listened to Wei Yixiao's sarcasm, and was speechless for a moment.
Duan Ziyu said solemnly: "King Weifa, if you want to show off your power, you can come to Duan, mark a path, and play with you a few times." He was about to show off.
Xiao Zhao said inexplicably: "That's fine, why do you want to fight again?"
Zhang Wuji briefly explained that Yang Xiao wanted to establish Situ Mingyue as the leader of the Holy Cult, but was married by Duan Ziyu.
After hearing this, Xiao Zhao said bitterly: "Yang Zuoshi is very troublesome. This thing is the most harmful to people. Why don't you learn from this good thing and instead learn this harmful thing?"
Throughout her life, she regretted not being able to love and stay with Zhang Wuji. She actually felt that being the leader of the Lao Shizi Holy Church was not as happy as being a maid to Zhang Wuji, and she spoke angrily.
Then he said: "Sir, this rule should be abolished. Miss Situ and her little brother are talented and beautiful, and they look like the beautiful couple of gods. King Wei Fa, please don't bully Miss Situ."
Although Wei Yixiao had Zhang Wuji by his side, he was really wary of Duan Ziyu's Six Meridians Divine Sword, so he took advantage of the situation and said:
"Follow the teachings of the Lord." Anger and resentment surged in his heart, but his cry was in vain.
Baijie smiled and said, "Master Zhang and many other masters have come to our sect. What advice can I give you?"
Zhang Wuji said: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Zhang made an appointment with heroes from Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, and the Beggar Clan to come to Sichuan to discuss a major matter at your place. I made the decision without permission without permission. I hope you will forgive me." "
As soon as he finished speaking, Wudang Xixia came hand in hand, followed by Shaolin Yuanjue, Kong Zhi and thirty-six Luohan Hall disciples, Beggar Clan Shi Hongshi and several elders, Kongtongxu Zhouzi and Zong Weixia, Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi came in droves, but they were just front-foot and back-foot, and they really came together for an appointment.
Baijie felt shocked, but also felt confident. With so many people from the sect here, Emei would not be in danger of being isolated. He just didn't understand why these people were willing to go to Zhang Wuji's appointment, but he was deeply worried.
Zhang Wuji was overjoyed when he met Wudang Xixia. Yang Buhui and his beloved son Yin Rongyang also came with him. Zhang Wuji knelt down and said, "Aunt Six is well."
Yang Buhui had thought about "Brother Wuji" countless times over the years. When they suddenly met, tears fell from his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.
A few years later, Yin Rongyang became an outstanding adult, with a slender figure, a wolf's waist and a tiger's back, a face that resembled that of Yang Buhui, handsome and gentle, Zhang Wuji said with emotion:
"I didn't expect my junior brother to be so old now. I have no successor in Wudang, so I am so sorry."
The Wudang Xixia all thought the same way. Back then, they planned to pass on the position of master to Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu. They didn't want Song Qingshu to be obsessed with sex and kill the seventh Wudang Xixia Mo Shenggu, but was killed by Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Sanfeng to clean up the family.
Zhang Wuji is the leader of the Ming Cult. Apart from him, Yin Rongyang is the only one after the Seven Heroes. He must be the leader of Wudang.
Therefore, Wudang Xixia tried his best to cultivate him and did not let him move around in the arena to avoid causing trouble. This time Zhang Wuji flew to Cambodia to invite various factions to Emei to discuss matters, so he brought Yin Rongyang to the meeting to meet the leaders of each faction, thinking that he would take over Great Zhang Ben.
After many years of separation, Zhang Wuji and everyone in Wudang naturally had endless things to talk about. When they heard that Zhang Sanfeng had escaped to the sea of clouds, they couldn't help but feel sad for a long time.
Shi Hongshi and the elders of the Beggar Clan were also happy to meet Duan Ziyu. They asked him in detail how he killed Wang Baobao and others, and they were speechless for the first time.
The law enforcement elder of the Beggar Clan said: "The eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai was originally the elder of our sect. At that time, he was known as the best sword in the world. I didn't want him to defect to the Tatars later and act as an accomplice. He ended up like this. He really suffered the consequences." So sad.
Everyone talked for a long time, Zhang Wuji gave a few slaps, and the courtyard immediately became silent, and the fresh mountain breeze made everyone's clothes flutter.
Zhang Wuji said: "Zhang alarmed all the heroes this time because he wanted to have a drink with the heroes of various sects and put aside all the past grudges. What do you think, heroes?"
This time, he gathered a large number of martial arts leaders in Emei, hoping to negotiate peace with each faction face to face. Otherwise, as soon as the Mingjiao entered the Central Plains, it would be defeated by each faction, let alone conspire to overthrow Zhu Yuanzhang.
Wudang Xixia and him had a close friendship and both looked up to the martial arts world. It turns out that when Wudang Xixia ascended to a high place and called out, all the heroes in the world would hear the news and obey his orders, so this was agreed upon.
Unexpectedly, Duan Ziyu appeared in Huashan. His martial arts skills are undeniable, and he is aloof and untamed. He has the deepest ties with Liang Zi of the Ming Cult. There are not many Huashan sects alone, but only Huashan in Kunlun follows his lead. Emei has suffered hundreds of calamities since Duan Ziyu. When he debuted, he tried his best to protect him.
Even at the expense of enmity with Shaolin, the two factions advance and retreat together, and the trend of common prosperity and humiliation is known to the world. In this way, the success of the peace negotiation depends on Duan Ziyu alone, and Wudang Xixia is insignificant.
It can be said that the situation has turned upside down in ten years. Who hopes that the Huashan sect can have the power to influence the lifeline of the martial arts world.
Zhang Wuji knew that if he went to Mount Huashan to discuss peace, there would probably be very few people left when they reached the top of Mount Huashan. If he presided over the matter in Mount Wudang, he was afraid that these factions would not give face and refuse to keep the appointment, so he had no choice but to choose Mount Emei as the venue for the meeting. It was expected that Duan Ziyu would definitely come to the meeting for the sake of Master Baijie, so he thought hard and hesitated, and spent a lot of time.
As soon as Zhang Wuji's words of peace came out, all the factions were silent. In the past ten years, all factions except Wudang have been fighting with the Demon Sect to pieces. New and old hatreds have already accumulated into mountains. Zhang Wuji's moral reputation Although it is high, it cannot be resolved in a few words.
