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Early in the morning, the back garden of Guanyun Villa

The sun illuminates the back garden, and the petals are soft and delicate, stained with a few drops of dew, like a few pearls resting on it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fresh air in the garden is mixed with a faint fragrance, light and endless, if there is nothing, the heart is refreshed and energetic.

In the flower garden, there are only two jasmine plants, these two jasmine plants are different species, the fragrance is light and tough, even if the wind blows, it is endless.

The tinkling sound floated over, as if from the sky, ethereal, like a faint mist over the garden.

The sound came from the second flower garden in the west, but it was the two of them fighting, the sword shining brightly, and the surroundings were reflected.

The two people in the field are Jiang Nanyun and Zheng Xiuzhi.

Jiang Nanyun was dressed in a moon-white practice uniform, thin satin, shining with light, looking wide, slender waist, but full chest could not be hidden.

Her face is like white jade, with a warm luster, and her eyes are black and white, like mercury and gemstones.

Opposite her, Zheng Xiuzhi was dressed in a bright yellow practice uniform, with cuffs, and her face was reflected in bright yellow satin, which was more and more white and clear.

The two of them are making one move at a time, the sword moves are slow and endless, and from time to time the two swords are exchanging blows, making a crisp sound.

There is a formation arranged in the flower garden, which weakens the surrounding sounds and forms a claustrophobic environment, standing in the middle, only to feel that the universe is infinite, and I am standing under the vast sky, as small as an ant.

Inexplicably, there will be a little awe, the impetuosity of the heart is completely suppressed, it becomes lonely, and the heart becomes focused.

In such an environment, it is really the best place for practice, and practicing here is much better than practicing outside, and it is said that over time, it is a lot more than ordinary people.

The sword moves of the two are slow, but they are not sluggish, but have a sense of flowing water, smooth and free, and the sword intent is continuous.

It's not that the two of them are not familiar with swordsmanship, but the sword moves are like this, just like a Taiji sword, the sword is soft, and the last strike comes first.

"Little junior sister, let's rest for a while!" Jiang Nanyun's sword stopped, and he took a step back lightly, like a lotus flower swinging on the surface of the lake.

The timing of her retreat was so clever that Zheng Xiuzhi's sword moves were old, and she couldn't catch up.

Zheng Xiuzhi admired in her heart, put away her sword and stood up, smiled, and asked curiously, "What's the matter, Senior Sister?"

Jiang Nanyun pointed out: "Someone from outside the village is coming, it's the second junior sister and the third junior sister who are back!"

"Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister?!" Zheng Xiuzhi showed a little nervousness.

Although she is a beautiful lady and generous, she is still a little in awe of the two senior sisters who have never met.

"Master hasn't gotten up yet, let's go, let's go and greet you!" Jiang Nanyun said with a smile, inserted his sword into the sheath, and walked out.

Zheng Xiuzhi hurriedly followed, and the two of them walked out of the flower garden, passed through the moon gate, passed through the two courtyards, and came to the gate of the main courtyard.

Jiang Nanyun stepped forward to open the door, stepped out of the threshold with a smile, and stood on the steps outside the gate with his hands in his hands.

The stone lions on both sides of the steps glared angrily, with a solemn style, as if they had come to life, with a terrifying bearing.

Two horses stood in front of the woods, one black and one chestnut, both shining like satin, their muscles bulging, rolling faintly, even if they stood there lazily, not moving, the force of the explosion could not be concealed.

Beside the two horses, one of them was in a slender and delicate shape, and he was tying the reins of the horse, and when he heard the gate open, he turned his head.

"Senior sister!" the two shouted in surprise, their figures flashed, and they suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Nanyun and Zheng Xiuzhi, both clasping their fists.

Zheng Xiuzhi was startled, but Jiang Nanyun waved his hand calmly, and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, get up." ”

With a flick of her sleeve, an invisible potential poured out, holding the two of them, and they couldn't bow down, so they could only get up.

"Senior sister, you personally greeted you, how dare we?!" Song Jingsi was dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, her eyebrows were like the moon, and she said with a smile.

Song Jingyun was also dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, nodding vigorously, and felt concerned.

"You have worked hard all the way, I, the senior sister, don't want to go, come out to greet you, what's the big deal?!" Jiang Nanyun smiled and glanced at Song Jingsi.

Song Jingsi pursed her lips and smiled: "It's our honor to share the worries of the master, where is the hard work?!"

Jiang Nanyun chuckled and waved his little hand: "Okay, you girl, you are really cunning, the master hasn't gotten up yet!"

"At this time, the master didn't get up when he wanted to come. Song Jingsi smiled quietly, her bright eyes swept over Zheng Xiuzhi, revealing a puzzled look.

Jiang Nanyun turned around and pointed at Zheng Xiuzhi, pursed his lips and smiled: "Come, let me introduce to you, this one is our little junior sister, surnamed Zheng, named Xiuzhi!"

"Little junior sister?!" Song Jingsi was surprised, and Song Jingyun's eyes widened, staring at Jiang Nanyun in a daze.

Jiang Nanyun said with a smile: "This is also a matter of a few days, the master accepted the little junior sister into the door, you are not here!"

"Master, what's ......?" Song Jingyun cried out in surprise.

"It turned out to be a little junior sister, fortunately, I will be lucky!" Song Jingsi spoke, interrupted her sister's words, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "You have entered the door of our Xiao family, congratulations!"

"Little junior sister, this is your second senior sister!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled.

"Thank you Second Senior Sister!" Zheng Xiuzhi said busily, clenching her fists and bowing with a respectful expression, and then said to Song Jingyun: "Meet the third senior sister!"

"No courtesy, no courtesy!" Giggle...... Song Jingyun waved her hand loudly, and couldn't help but giggle.

Song Jingsi glanced at her, shook her head, and smiled bitterly at Zheng Xiuzhi: "She has always been a little junior sister, and she didn't want to, but now she finally got her wish and got rid of the identity of the little junior sister!"

"Okay, okay, this is outside the village, let's go in and talk!" Jiang Nanyun waved his hand and laughed coquettishly.

The four of them came to the back garden.

In the weak water pavilion, four people sit around the stone table, and the lake reflects the light, swaying and shaking, illuminating the weak water pavilion a little brighter.

The faces of the four women were like delicate flowers, so tender that they wanted to pinch them and take a bite to taste their fragrance.

Listening to Bi Jiangnanyun's introduction, Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun looked at Zheng Xiuzhi with bright eyes, nodded and sighed: "Little junior sister is really lucky!"

They secretly thought to themselves, if the little junior sister didn't suffer from this disease, she wouldn't be able to find the master's head, she wouldn't be able to find the master's head, let alone enter the Xiao family's gate?!

Immediately, they thought that the little sister had been sitting in a wheelchair with a disability, and she was confined to inconveniences and suffered countless hardships.

Thinking of this, they felt sympathy again, and their eyes softened more and more.

"Little junior sister, it turns out that you are also a poor person!" Song Jingyun sighed softly, shook her head and said, "Fortunately, your parents are alive, unlike our ......"

"Third Senior Sister, you're here again!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, glanced at her, interrupted her, and hummed: "You say this all day long, and you are not too tired to panic!"

"Senior sister, why don't you let people talk about it!" Song Jingyun was dissatisfied.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, and glanced at her: "You don't have a head to say, I haven't asked you anything about business, this time I went to Wudang, can it go well?!"

"This time, it's almost the same as going to Shaolin!" Song Jingyun snorted lightly and pursed her lips, looking disapproving.

"What's the matter, the Wudang faction is difficult for you?!" Jiang Nan Yundai frowned, her bright eyes suddenly flashed, and the air in the weak water pavilion condensed, and it seemed that it was no longer flowing.

"Alas...... , it's a long story!" Song Jingyun sighed with emotion, saw Jiang Nanyun glanced at herself, and hurriedly said: "Okay, I said yes!"

Wudang is majestic, the mountain is majestic, although it is a cold winter, there is still a place of depression.

In the evening, the sun sets, and the sky is full of red clouds.

The two of them came to the foot of Wudang Mountain, released the horses into the mountain forest, and let them forage for grass and eat freely, or gallop freely.

The two of them performed light skills, and their feet fluttered, as if their feet did not touch the ground, floating in the air, and the rugged mountain road was like walking on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the two came to the front of the Wudang faction.

The two of them stopped in front of the sword solving pool, and there were two Taoist priests with long swords on their backs, standing upright, guarding a path leading to it.

These two Taoist priests are old and young, the older one is about forty years old, with a dignified appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight facial features, a straight nose and a square mouth, and they look resolute and not like laymen.

His skin is dark, his beard under his jaw is slender, and when a gust of wind blows, his long hair flutters, and he has a graceful and extraordinary posture.

Another Taoist priest is about twenty years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although he is not handsome, but he is also quite attractive and not annoying.

His facial features are delicate, he looks more like a woman than a man, and he lacks a bit of heroism, which makes people can't help but guess that it is not a woman dressed as a man.

Although he is still young, his temples are bulging high, and he sits there with a solemn expression and majestic momentum.

The two of them, with their eyes slightly squinted and their curtains down, were sitting cross-legged on a huge stone beside the mountain road, with a futon under each of them to isolate the chill on the stone.

This huge stone is long and rectangular, and it looks like a reclining Buddha, and the momentum is extraordinary, and the two of them sit on it, like two ants.

Hearing the sound of fluttering clothes, the two of them suddenly opened their eyes, and their essence burst out, like substance, as if four swords were stabbing straight over.

Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun were dressed in moon-white shirts, the mountain wind was blowing, and they were hunting in clothes, looking like two goddesses coming down to earth.

Seeing the two wake up, Song Jingsi raised her head and hugged her fists and saluted: "The little girl Song Jingsi, on the order of the family teacher, came to Wudang to meet the head of Chongxu Dao!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stroke his long hair, looked at the two women condescendingly, looked up and down, swept a few glances, and his eyes were as sharp as substance.

After a while, he bowed slightly: "Well, the two girls want to see the real person in charge?!"

He got up slowly, got up from the futon, and with a slight leap, like a feather, floated to the ground from the big stone.

Another young Taoist priest also jumped down, landing silently, like a feather falling, and his body was not bad.

However, although they are doing good work, in the eyes of Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun, they are extremely ordinary and are not taken seriously at all.

Song Jingyunyu's face sank, annoyed that he was arrogant, pursed his mouth and didn't speak, for fear that as soon as he spoke, he would scold and annoy him.

After all, they were in Wudang, they couldn't do martial arts, and they were instructed by their master not to cause trouble as much as possible, so they tried to suppress their anger.

"Exactly, I don't know if Chongxu Dao is long?" Song Jingsi's expression remained unchanged, he hugged his fists and saluted, and asked respectfully.

"Not everyone can see the real person. The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at the two of them and replied lazily, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Jingyun's heart rushed up with anger, and her head jumped suddenly, this guy is really too deceitful!

Song Jingsi stretched out her hand and pressed her shoulder, and a cool breath poured in, which immediately stimulated the pure heart in her body.

I felt a chill in my head, and the burning anger was suddenly extinguished, my mind was cool, and my consciousness was clear.

She was so busy that she didn't pay attention to the bearded Taoist priest.

Song Jingsi was conscious, unangry, the pure heart trick circulated in her body, calm and free, and said lightly: "The little woman was ordered to hand over the letter to the Chongxu Daoist in person, and the annoying Daoist passed it on. ”

"I don't know who the Venerable Master is?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked lazily, his eyes thoughtful, and he glanced away.

As far as his eyes could see, there was a cliff with a green grass, emerging from a crack in the rock, swaying in the wind.

Song Jingsi's eyes turned, and suddenly he had other thoughts, and shook his head quietly: "The name of the family teacher is secret, it is not appropriate to disclose it, wait to see the head of Chongxu Dao, and tell him in person." ”

She wanted to say it directly to save trouble, but at this time, it was a sign of weakness to move out of her master's name, which inevitably made the Wudang faction look down on the master.

In a flash of thought, she changed her mind.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned cold, he stroked his bearded hand, and snorted in a deep voice: "If you don't tell the Venerable Master's name, how can the poor Dao be spread, isn't it nonsense, come to entertain us?!"

His face was not good, his eyes were like electricity, and he stared at the two women, like a goshawk looking down on two lambs, and then he would pounce on them.

Song Jingsi shook her head, still calm and calm: "We do have something important, if you blame the Void Dao Chief, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." ”

This sentence is a method of agitation, wanting to make him angry.

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned, but he was not angry, he looked her up and down, and saw that she was calm and comfortable, without any fear.

Such a demeanor made his heart feel cold, but he suppressed his anger, his heart turned sharply, and he thought twice.

can be sent here, although his surname is crazy, he is not a stupid person, but he is shrewd and careful, hiding under arrogance.

He squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Song Jingsi, seeing that her expression was calm, calm and calm, and carefully watched her every move, her eyes and hands and feet.

A martial arts master, after years of practice, there will always be some habits formed, which cannot be changed, and from these habits, you can often get a glimpse of the special surname of martial arts.

After looking at it a few times, he was awe-inspiring in his heart, and the woman in front of him seemed to know martial arts, and he couldn't see any mystery at all.

The more this happened, the more unfortunate he was in his heart, they could go up the mountain as lightly as the wind, and walk silently, if it weren't for the strong mountain wind, which blew their clothes, he wouldn't have known that they were near.

With such an internal force, it is definitely not that you don't know martial arts, is it difficult, is it a return to simplicity? !

After thinking about it for a while, the middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned grim, and he hugged his fists and said: "This little lady, I will go to report, but I can't say, I don't know what your name is, respect the teacher's name?"

As soon as his expression was solemn, he was like a different person, no longer the previous arrogance and arrogance, and his face was solemn, which made people dare not despise him.

Song Jingsi frowned lightly, glanced at him, and was awe-inspiring, but he underestimated the people of the Wudang faction, and he could bear it, and he didn't fall for his own plan.

Not only that, but it was self-defeating and made him feel wrong.

She groaned slightly, raised her head, hugged her fists and said, "The family teacher's surname is Xiao, and the little girl's surname is Song." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest stroked his hair and nodded: "It turned out to be Song Nuxia, fortunately, junior brother, you go and take a look and ask the real person in charge." ”

Song Jingsi bowed slightly, her expression was calm, but she pursed her lips tightly, not wanting to talk to him.

Song Jingyun glared at him hatefully, and kept throwing a few blank eyes.

Seeing them like this, the middle-aged Taoist priest stroked his hair and smiled, said no more, jumped up, floated down to the big stone, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes slightly, and was about to settle down.

"Senior sister, why should we wait here, just go up the mountain!" Song Jingyun snorted, and her jade face was full of disapproval.

Song Jingsi smiled slightly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and he stabbed straight at Song Jingyun.

Song Jingyun snorted lightly, like a bright water, she glared at him without showing weakness, her eyes suddenly flashed, as if exuding a thin layer of anger, and her black and white eyes were blurred.

Her eyes were misty, like waves flickering in the sun, flashing and flashing, so that people couldn't help but stare at it, trying to see the waves.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's heart moved, and he was startled, and he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain came straight into his heart, and his head was clear, and the original chaos was hazy, like a layer of fog, and the severe pain came, like a fierce saying, which immediately dispelled the fog.

When his mind returned to his clearness, he was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that this woman would be able to master the technique of [***], and make people's minds invisible.

Such a witchcraft is really not a serious person's work.

He snapped, flew up, was in the air, drew his sword from its sheath, and landed on the boulder.

The tip of his sword pointed obliquely, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and the roar came into Song Jingyun's ears: "You little lady, what kind of witchcraft are you doing?!"

If he didn't dare to determine what kind of kung fu he was doing, he would have directly called her a demon girl.

Song Jingyun glared at him with disdain and turned her head to ignore him.

In fact, what she used was not a profound technique, it was just [***]** on the Nine Yin True Scripture.

Originally, [***]** was limited in power, and it could only charm people's minds for a while, but it was useless for a pure cultivator like a middle-aged Taoist.

But Song Jingyun also cultivated the Pure Heart Technique, but it is a supreme magic method for exercising divine sense, the mind is powerful and incoherent, and the power is doubled, even if he is a person with a firm mind, it is inevitable that he will fall into the Tao.

When the middle-aged Taoist priest saw Song Jingyun like this, he was furious in his heart, and shouted: "Demon girl, she actually spread wild on my Wudang Mountain and ate my sword!"

He originally had scruples, but this woman dared to cast witchcraft on herself, which was unbearable or unbearable, and she couldn't be silent anymore.

The "hum" long sword trembled, and suddenly stabbed straight ahead, he jumped down from the boulder, his body and sword were united, turning into a white rainbow, sweeping across the sky, and stabbing at Song Jingyun condescendingly.

Song Jingyun snorted, turned her head to Song Jingsi, and said, "Sister, I can't blame me, it was his hand that made the first move!"

Song Jingsi nodded helplessly, and snorted angrily: "Well, I know...... Since you have beaten it, don't lose face to your master!"

"Obey!" Song Jingyun shouted excitedly, Xiao Man's waist twisted, the long sword came out of the sheath, and a match was drawn.

"Dang" is crisp and leisurely, like knocking on the jade pan, melodious and clear, lingering, and spreading along the mountain wind.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the winding mountain road upward, both of them were gray-robed Taoist priests, running like flying, running along the path.

Song Jingsi frowned slightly, the Wudang faction was really extraordinary, and he sent two people here, but he didn't support it, and he still had a backhand.

Song Jingyun twisted his waist, and when he turned around, he took the opportunity to draw his sword out of the sheath and draw a silver match, which happened to hit the sword body.

The middle-aged Taoist priest is united with his sword and flies down from the boulder, like a goshawk grabbing a rabbit, majestic and terrifying.

Song Jingyun's sword is like a rabbit kicking its legs, urgent and ruthless, and it hits the point.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's body trembled, and he felt that there was a force coming from the sword, neither rigid nor soft, neither sticky nor collapsed.

This kind of mixed strength, when it came to his hands, he felt extremely uncomfortable, breaking the strength, the cracking strength was still there, the cracking strength was still there, the cracking strength was still broken, and there was still the strength of the cracking.

If he wants to break two forces at the same time, he can't do it.

In desperation, he fought with his back, regardless of it, his internal force was unlucky, and he burst out of the dantian, like an arrow rushing towards his arm and hitting his palm.

Holding the thought of burning the jade, he slammed into his palm with all his might, and the chaotic and unknown power in his palm suddenly dissipated.

But he was not happy, his palms were numb, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Looking down, the right palm was as red as blood, as if it had been dyed with cinnabar, which was redder than when the cinnabar palm was used, which was quite scary.

As soon as he did it just now, the internal force burst out, cracking some thin blood vessels, oozing blood, and the palm of his hand looked blood-red, which was quite scary.

Seeing this, Song Jingyun could not miss the opportunity, his body flashed, and now beside him, a sword flower appeared at the tip of the sword, enveloping the chest of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stomped his feet, and his body retreated sharply, trying to avoid the sword flower.

Although he was not hit by the sword, the cold aura emitted by the sword flower in front of him penetrated through the pores and reached the bottom of his heart, and he was vigilant.

The right arm is numb, and he doesn't listen to the call, and he can't make any exquisite sword moves, but the left hand has not practiced swordsmanship, and it is useless.

The only way he can do this is to avoid his edge and find an opportunity to attack with his left fist.

It's just that when it comes to body style, Song Jingyun is much higher than him.

He took two steps back, the silver light in front of him was shining, and the sword flower had already arrived in front of him, and there was no way to avoid it, and he was already on his body.

"Jingyun, don't hurt his surname!" Song Jingsi shouted in time.

Song Jingyun suddenly withdrew his hand when he heard this, the long sword froze, his eyes were full of silver light, and the tip of the sword stopped at his throat.

The middle-aged Taoist priest only felt a cold in his throat, and the pores around his body closed suddenly, but the cold still spread to the bottom of his heart.

He only felt a chill coming out of his bones, and he couldn't stop it, even if he was lucky, it was useless to dissolve the cold.

He didn't dare to move, and the long sword seemed to be stabbing down at any moment.

He was calm, not flustered, and very sure in his heart, no one dared to kill Wuzhong people in the Wudang faction, unless he was impatient.

He stared at Song Jingyun coldly, snorted, and said, "Who is the honorable driver, who is doing it in my Wudang, is there no one who bullied me in Wudang?!"

"Stop--hand-!" came a long shout, and the sound was like spring thunder, coming down from the mountain.

"Stop...... Stop it...... Stop......" Voices echoed in the valley, lingering.

The cheering did not stop, and the two people on the mountain road approached a few people.

Their bodies are like electricity, like two wisps of light smoke floating down from the mountain, so far away from the mountain road, in the blink of an eye.

The so-called watching the mountains and running dead horses, it seems that they are not far apart, but when they actually run, they can feel the distance of the road.

Song Jingsi stood at the intersection of the mountain road, guarding the path, and looked at the two of them lightly.

These two Taoist priests are middle-aged, with a red face in front of them, red eyes, and a burly and tall figure, with a long strand of hair under their chin, hanging down to their chests.

He has a pair of phoenix eyes, slender and mighty, looking forward to it, majestic, almost like Guan Gong in the world, and his momentum is compelling.

The other man, however, was much inferior, with a withered yellow face, a weak figure, and a wisp of a goatee under his chin, with a yellowish tinge, as if he had been withered, and as if he had been roasted by fire.

His body is too thin and thin, which makes people worry, and the strong wind on the mountain will blow him away at once, which is really dangerous.

"Who are you?!" The middle-aged Taoist priest stroked his long sideburns, and his slightly narrowed Danfeng eyes opened, and two lightning rays flashed and burst out, directly into Song Jingsi's eyes.

Song Jingsi stood in front of them, blocking their way, being stared at by them like this, indifferent, and looking at them lightly.

After a while, she asked lightly: "Are you a member of the Wudang Sect?"

"Yes, we are from the Wudang faction, who is the girl?" The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, stroked his hair and said lightly: "What are your intentions when you are stuck here?"

He glanced at the other middle-aged Taoist priest.

The thin middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, his figure shook, and he rushed from Song Jingsi's side, and he was about to drill over coldly.

Song Jingsi smiled faintly, her figure flashed, and she suddenly took a step sideways, blocking him, and said lightly: "What does Your Excellency want?!"

The thin middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned, paused, showed his figure, and looked Song Jingsi up and down, thoughtfully.

In the Wudang School, among the disciples of this generation, when it comes to swordsmanship, he may not be the top, but he is well-deserved.

But the woman in front of her moved one step sideways, but she was still a line faster than herself, otherwise, she would not be able to stop herself.

On the other side, Song Jingyun had already put away his sword, but he had already clicked on the middle-aged Taoist priest's acupoint, and he stood there fixedly, only his eyes rolled, and the rest of the parts were difficult to move.

"Hey, come here, do you want to deal with us?!" Song Jingyun stepped forward and asked loudly.

"What happened to you to my Senior Brother Zhu?!" Danfeng's eyes were snorting coldly, and his eyes were bright, like lightning bursting.

"He's got a point from me, and he won't be able to die for a while!" Song Jingyun glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Danfeng's eyes were stroked by the middle-aged Taoist priest, his eyes narrowed, he sneered, and said lightly: "If you hurt him with a cold hair, I will go up and down and swear to chase him to the end!"

The matter has come to this point, but he is not in a hurry, anyway, the junior brother has already been ordered to the acupoint, and it seems that there is no danger of his life.

Come to think of it, after all, they are afraid that this is Wudang Mountain, and they don't have the courage to kill Wudang disciples.

"My surname, I won't take him!" Song Jingyun snorted lightly: "However, his export is not inferior, although he does not hurt his surname, he still has to suffer a little!"

The Danfengyan Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light in his eyes became brighter.

Song Jingsi waved his hand, stopped Song Jingyun's words, and said lightly: "We came to Wudang to do the right thing, but we were treated rudely by that Taoist leader!"

She has a demure demeanor and speaks calmly, although it is light, but it is convincing, and I can't help but want to believe her words.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest took a step back, and Song Jingyun and Song Jingsi stood side by side, blocking the small intersection, and he couldn't force it.

Taking a step back, he stared at the second daughter and sneered: "Hmph, there is no basis for what you say, you let me go of Senior Brother Zhu first!"

"Someone has already gone up to report and see what Chongxu Dao Chang has to say. Song Jingsi waved her hand and said lightly, revealing no doubt.

Seeing her like this, the middle-aged Taoist priest in Danfeng's eyes was silent, squinting his eyes slightly, looking Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun up and down, thoughtful.

If it is impossible for ordinary disciples of the sect to be so magnificent, to move the body, to cultivate Xiqi, such a style, it must be a famous disciple to be concrete, it is difficult to be born like this.

The middle-aged Taoist priest with a yellow face didn't move, he only looked at his junior brother's horse, and when he saw that he didn't move, he made up his mind.

Song Jingsi and Song Jingyun stood at the intersection, blocking the way down the mountain, while the Taoist priest with Danfengyan and the Taoist priest with a yellow face stood side by side, blocking the way up the mountain.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the four of them were like statues, motionless, let the wind blow, majestic like fossils.

After a while, Song Jingyun couldn't help it, snorted lightly, raised his chin, and hummed: "How are the martial arts of the two of you compared to him?!"

That he naturally refers to the middle-aged Taoist priest who stood still and was pointed at the acupoint.

The two Taoist priests glanced at her, turned their heads away, pursed their lips, and said nothing, as if they disdained to answer.

But it is also an embarrassing question, even if they want to answer, they will not say that his martial arts are inferior to their own, they are too immodest, and it also hurts the feelings between the brothers and sisters.

"Well, it seems that your martial arts are better than his!" Song Jingyun guessed at a glance, grinned, and said, "Or, let's have a competition?!"

Song Jingsi hurriedly whispered: "Jingyun!"

Song Jingyun pursed her lips and chuckled: "Eldest sister, being idle is also idle, that little Taoist priest is almost coming down?"

"Jingyun, don't mess around, forget Master's words?!" Song Jingsi sank her face and snorted softly.

At the beginning, Xiao Yuesheng instructed that when you come to Wudang, it is best not to make extraneous branches, to cause less trouble, and not to fight for victory.

That's because Xiao Yuesheng feels that their martial arts are too low, and they can protect themselves, but if they do it with others, it is too bad, so it is better to use it as little as possible.

It's just that the middle-aged Taoist priest is too rude, if he doesn't make a noise, he will suffer this loss, but it will damage the reputation of the master, and their Wudang faction still thinks that Guanyun Villa is easy to bully!

"Okay, okay, if you don't fight, you won't fight!" Song Jingyun was helpless, raised her hand to surrender, and no longer opened her mouth to invite.

As he was talking, another Taoist priest ran down the mountain road, and the long sword and sword spike on his back fluttered, revealing a bit of freedom and ease.

His light body kung fu was extremely high, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the four of them, but it was the young Taoist priest who had gone to report before.

He clasped his palms together, bowed, and said respectfully: "Two female donors, the real person in charge of the teaching is invited!

With that, he leaned over and stretched out his arms.

"Fifth Senior Brother, have you invited them-?!" Danfeng's middle-aged Taoist priest raised his head and asked in surprise.

The young Taoist priest nodded heavily: "The two female donors are VIPs, and the real person in charge of the teaching is in a hurry, and they can't go far, so I apologize!"

"Don't dare, please!" Song Jingsi said lightly, clasped her fists, and stretched out her hand sideways.

Song Jingyun's neck was held high, he glanced at the two Taoist priests, followed Song Jingsi, and walked towards the mountain.

Seeing this, the two couldn't help but smile bitterly, and secretly gritted their teeth, but did not follow, but walked to the motionless middle-aged Taoist priest.

Danfeng's eyes were middle-aged Taoist priests probing his palms, stepped forward and touched them carefully, and his brows were suddenly locked together, and it was difficult to dissolve.

"Senior brother, what's going on?!" the yellow-faced Taoist priest stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Danfeng's eyes were tightly knit in the middle-aged Taoist priest's brows, thoughtful, and said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong, look at it." ”

The yellow-faced Taoist priest took another step forward, reached out and picked up the middle-aged Taoist priest's wrist, pressed his three fingers on the pulse, and sent an internal force over.

His face immediately wrinkled, and immediately, he turned around and pressed his palm on the middle-aged Taoist priest's vest.

Squinted his eyes slightly, and after a while, he opened his eyes and took a breath of cold air: "Senior Brother's whole body acupoints have been sealed?!"

"Exactly!" Danfeng's eyes were a heavy nod from the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Just by virtue of this acupoint technique, I know that the second daughter is from a famous family, and the ordinary acupoints are only one point, but at this time, the acupoints around the younger brother are sealed.

Seeing that she was silent, she actually lit the acupoints around her junior brother's body, obviously, it was not a point of acupoints one acupoint at a time, but in an instant, she sealed the acupoints around his body.

"What should I do, senior brother?!" asked the middle-aged Taoist priest with a withered yellow face with a wry smile.

The Danfengyan Taoist priest pondered for a moment, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slapped his palm hard, "I'll try to see if I can untie it!"

“...... Okay!" The yellow-faced Taoist priest nodded helplessly, he didn't have hope in his heart, this acupoint technique was too bizarre.

(To be continued)