On Wudang Mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Jing'an, who officially worships the mountain as the saint of Cihang Jingzhai, thinks that she is in a peaceful mood, and her heart is like a mirror, but she finds that her heart has become less calm in front of this Taoist child's words.

Intrigued?

No!

It can't be!

Yan Jing'an knew very well that she was not moved by a Taoist child, but that the other party's innocent words had stirred her mentality.

That guard, that vigilance, the other party is telling him with an attitude that he is on guard against himself. Yan Jing'an could feel that this little Taoist boy named Zhang Wuji was really vigilant against himself.

It is not the so-called confrontation between the Tao and the Buddha, but simply the vigilance between people.

When will her holy daughter of Cihang Jingzhai also be guarded and vigilant by a child? It is not like the hostility created by the position of each person with his own thoughts, as in adults, and there is only the purest vigilance.

If it is a descendant of the Yin Sect, he will definitely slap his hands and approve here.

If Yue Yuan saw this scene, he would also give Zhang Wuji a thumbs up. At some point, a child's words tend to be more damaging than an adult's.

The eyes like water gently stared at the two Dao boys in front of her, and under her gaze, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, the two Dao boys, were looking up and down, and their faces turned red, looking very embarrassed and shy.

It's just because of their manliness that the two of them can only stiffen up in order not to lose the face of the Wudang faction, and then they seem to see through their own eyes.

Look away.

Yan Jing'an's eyes swept back and forth on Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, and from the expressions and performances of the two, he also slightly deduced the temperament of these two boys. From the small to the big, this child named Song Qingshu prefers women, and this one is ......

Although the Wudang faction is a Taoist sect and has also been inherited by the Quanzhen Taoism, it is not forbidden to marry like the Quanzhen Sect once did, so it is not surprising that this Song Qingshu has such careful thoughts.

As Yan Jing'an took a step forward, Zhang Wuji dragged Song Qingshu back with vigilance.

Seeing this, Yan Jing'an couldn't help crying and laughing, and asked, "Your name is Wuji, right?" Why does your mother say that a woman like me can deceive people? At the same time, Yan Jing'an was also interested in this Zhang Wuji's mother.

In any case, a woman who can teach her son such things is probably the characteristic of the woman in this Wuji's mouth.

Thinking that his mother should also be a very beautiful witch who deceived the dead and did not pay for her life.

But Yan Jing'an disagreed with this, because she Cihang Jingzhai is a Buddhist sect, and the monks have never spoken.

"Because you're good-looking!"

In this regard, Zhang Wuji honestly answered Yan Jing'an's question, as a good boy on Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji is much more obedient than Song Qingshu.

“……”

On the side, Song Qingshu could only sigh silently when he heard Zhang Wuji's slightly silly words, and his little hands couldn't wait to cover his entire face, he couldn't bear to watch this scene.

Ying Ying smiled, and Yan Jing'an asked again: "Your mother is an interesting woman." ”

"Where's your mother?"

A one-sentence question directly made the embarrassing atmosphere completely solidify.

Zhang Wuji's eyes were slightly red, and he didn't say a word.

And Song Qingshu was also silent.

“！！！”

Such a scene naturally made Yan Jing'an a little surprised, and after thinking about it carefully, coupled with the general understanding of the Wudang Sect collected during this time, who would be the woman who could say such things to Yan Jing'an when she saw this scene.

The daughter of Yin Tianzheng, the white-eyed eagle king of Mingjiao, Yin Susu.

And this Taoist boy named Wuji is also the son of Zhang Wuxia...... Then the other one should be Song Yuanqiao's son.

As the successor of Cihang Jingzhai this time, Yan Jing'an has done a lot of preparations, and the general status quo of the rivers and lakes, and the grievances and hatreds between the various factions also have a corresponding understanding. Between Wudang and Shaolin Temple, it seems to be calm, but in fact, there are turbulent waves.

Although Yan Jing'an had not personally experienced that scene, she knew very well that the people who forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death on Wudang Mountain at that time were in some ways the enemies of this boy.

Will he get revenge?

Looking carefully, Yan Jing'an did not see that emotion from Zhang Wuji's body, but had a sense of freedom and ease.

Inexplicably, Yan Jing'an suddenly felt that this Taoist boy was very suitable for their Buddhism.

Just when Yan Jing'an was groaning, a slight footstep slowly came out from behind him, and looking back, Yan Jing'an saw five Taoist priests of different ages pacing, it was the Wudang Seven Heroes who shook the rivers and lakes.

Back Mountain.

Originally, on a sunny day, it was a place full of white fog, like a fairyland, but in this season of heavy rain, it was even more foggy, almost to the extent that you couldn't see your fingers in the mist.

In the wind and clouds, a crane chirped suddenly.

shattered the white fog and disturbed the wind and rain.

The man standing in the pavilion enjoying the rain was revealed.

A white-haired old Taoist priest, beside the old Taoist priest were two white cranes standing side by side. The crane chirp just now came from one of the cranes, and the slightly poignant voice seemed to be its emotion for the scenery, telling what dissatisfaction.

"Hmm!"

"Okay!"

"I understand, I'll take you next time I go out, okay?"

There was no dissatisfaction with the white-haired old man who was talking about the crane, but he said to the white crane beside him in a happy tone, and touched the head of the white crane with his hand, looking like this white-haired old man had understood what the white crane was saying.

"Hehe......"

In the laughter, the white-haired old man used his hand to play with the feathers on the two cranes, but his eyes were slightly distracted, and he said to himself: "Just now I felt the sword intent of the sword codex, and someone from Cihang Jingzhai has come to worship the mountain." ”

"I must have met Xiao Wuji and Qingshu."

"It's just that it took so long for the heirs of Cihang Jingzhai to come to Wudang...... Ha, that's a little longer than Lao Dao originally thought! ”

"It seems...... Cihang Jingzhai still didn't take Senior Yue to heart. ”

I recalled the days in my mind, with a bowl of herbal tea, listening to Miss Guo Er, who was the saint of Cihang Jingzhai, drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, while nagging the stories she collected from Cihang Jingzhai, talking about those bits and pieces.

Zhang Sanfeng knew very well that the biggest reason why Guo Xiang finally accepted the identity of the saintess of Cihang Jingzhai and allowed them to take advantage of her Guo family's reputation to rise was that she found the information of Yue's predecessors in Cihang Jingzhai.

This is like a lifesaver for Guo Xiang after the Battle of Xiangyang.

She, caught.

Not only that, as long as there is news of Senior Yue anywhere, she will track it down. Whether it is the Demon Gate or the Bright Peak, she will try her best to step on it, but it's a pity......

“……”

His eyes were closed, and the true qi of the body protection around him was also dispersed by Zhang Sanfeng, and he let the slightest drizzle cross the pavilion and hit his face head-on, drenching it.

Half a day.

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and left, leaving the two white cranes to stay there quietly.

After all, the holy woman who entertained Cihang Jingzhai was afraid that a few of her apprentices would be a little immature in front of that sect, and the people of Buddhism had always been very powerful. And the Wudang Seven Heroes are the same as his master, and his mouth is not so good.

……

Ruyang Palace.

A portrait was nailed straight to the wall in front of it.

On the painting, it is the white-haired Taoist priest who broke in directly in broad daylight at the beginning, and the two elders of Xuan Ming were directly killed in the palace in three moves. From that moment on, the small county lord Min Min Muttel could be said to have been directly stimulated.

This Taoist priest had become an enemy of the man she said she wanted to be a great Mongolian hero.

Because of that name, the king of Ruyang entered the palace and used the most top-secret means, and since then there has been an additional man named Pang Ban in the palace of Ruyang, even if the king of Ruyang is extremely respectful in the face of this person.

Because this person is the last guarantee of their Mongolian golden family.

Yue Yuan!

This portrait was painted by herself.

As a county lord, she is smart and can actually do piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she still puts more of her mind on wisdom, she wants to become an enemy of ten thousand people, and the world is all in the jade palm. In the deepest part of his heart, the little county lord is actually very envious of a woman.

The woman's name was Wu Mingkong.

The name was written directly with a brush on his hand, and then the dart in the other hand of the little county lord Zhao Min came out directly and nailed it to the portrait in front of it, piercing a hole in the face of the white-haired Taoist priest.

“……”

Looking up at the portrait, Zhao Min immediately fell silent.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Pang Biao stepped through the door.

The moment he walked through the door, he saw the portrait hanging directly in front of him. Looking at the mess at the table, Pang Ban knew that the little lord was thinking about her own plan again.

And during this time, he and her also became masters and apprentices who were not masters and apprentices.

Just as the little county lord looked down on himself for not being sure of taking down that Taoist priest, although he admired the little county lord's mind and wisdom, he had no real intention of accepting it. Because of the identity, but also because of the other party's temperament.

Walking up to the portrait, Pompa reached out and pulled the dart from it, saying, "I'll go west at noon." ”

"Mingjiao?"

The little county lord Zhao Min turned his head to look at the tall and burly man in front of him, his eyes flickered, "It seems that my father and you still listen to what I said before." ”

Hearing this, Pang Ran smiled elegantly.

What did the little county lord say?

A thousand miles of embankment, destroyed in an anthill. This sentence is used to describe the current Dayuan and these rebels in Mingjiao.

After learning from him that there are not many top masters in the world, he even came up with a way to break one person and one sect. As for this idea, Zhao Min had it before, firstly, she was young and her words were slight, and secondly, there was no master in the palace who could do it at all. Such an attempt can only be a fantasy.

But this time, he appeared in the pang.

He was confident.

She was confident because of him.

eliminated the high-level of the Ming Sect, and came to seriously deal with the Taoist priest named Yue Yuan.

Otherwise, if the two are combined, the situation may be ......

And that's what worries them the most.

But I had to go in.

Meanwhile.

Bright top.

Yue Yuan, who was thinking about how to speed up and completely subdue the top level of the Ming Sect, suddenly sneezed extremely loudly in the room.

In the side eyes, Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the light, only felt that the sect leader's eyes were bright and dazzling after this sneeze, and the brightness was terrifying. (To be continued.) )