Liver experience from Wudang school

Chapter 66 One Hundred Damaged Taoist【For further reading】

In the morning, the sky is slightly bright

On Wudang Mountain, the front of Tianzhu Peak is already full of excitement.

At this time, headed by Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu of the "Seven Heroes of Wudang", behind them are hundreds of disciples who have cultivated from the realm of internal force to the realm of the eight extraordinary meridians.

Besides.

Among the remaining 71 peaks, Taoist Qingsong of Tiantai Peak's "Tiancan Yimai";

Dazen Daoist of the "innate lineage" of Tiantang Peak;

The tea master of Yunju Peak;

Chongxu Daoist of the Twin Stone Peaks;

Immortal Ziyang of Baiyun Peak,

The masters of the five peaks each brought dozens of disciples to help.

"Everyone!"

Song Yuanqiao came forward with the "True Martial Sword" in his hand, and said to the crowd with a majestic expression: "My Wudang faction has always been kind to others, and never forgets to use swords easily.

But the Ming Cult imprisoned and tortured my fifth brother for ten years, which is a heinous crime.

This trip to Kunlun, if they are willing to obediently let him go, and sincerely apologize in front of my fifth brother, it will be fine.

If not, we must let those Mingjiao villains know the majesty of my Wudang Sect, and they must not be dismissed lightly! "

"Wudang majesty!"

"Wudang majesty!"

"Wudang majesty!"

The disciples from all the peaks present shouted in unison, the sound was mighty!

Song Yuanqiao raised his hand, the mighty sound stopped instantly, and then he said loudly: "Let's go!"

The Wudang faction's "expedition" team of Mingjiao, with a total of nearly 500 people, set off in such a mighty way.

They set off together with a prison cart, and inside the prison cart was Fan Yao, who was captured by Zhang Sanfeng that day... As for why Fan Yao was the only one sitting in the prison cart, Yin Tianzheng, who was captured with him, just had his meridian blocked and went on his way normally.

Of course it was because Yin Tian was Yin Susu's old father, Zhang Wuji's grandfather, and Zhang Cuishan's father-in-law.

On the martial arts arena, in the procession of seeing off.

Li Mu came to the side of Zhang Wuji who was full of disappointment, and asked with a smile: "How is it, do you really want to go together?"

Although the Wudang faction went to Mingjiao this time, everyone was full of confidence.

But even so, it was impossible to bring along a child like Zhang Wuji, who was powerless.

"Ok!"

Zhang Wuji nodded, without looking away from the team, he just asked, "Brother Li, Uncle Song and the others will definitely save my father, right?"

"Of course, but..."

Li Mu answered in the affirmative, then raised his hand and knocked on Zhang Wuji's head, and said angrily, "What did you just call me?
Don't think that pretending to be deep will make me ignore my seniority, remember to call me Shishu! "

"oops!"

Zhang Wuji covered his head and cried out in pain: "Little uncle, I was wrong."

"Remove the fine print!"

Li Mu knocked again, and then said: "Come on, come with me to Tiantai Peak, and introduce a friend to you."

After finishing speaking, Li Mu turned around and headed towards Tiantai Peak.

"friend?"

Zhang Wuji covered his head, trotted to keep up with Li Mu, and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Mu didn't turn his head back and said, "He's my half-brother. According to your seniority, you should be called Uncle... But his status is special, so let's talk about it differently."

"A half-brother... half-brother?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of curiosity when he heard Li Mu's words.

At the same time, I am also looking forward to what kind of person Li Mu will introduce to his friends.

……

A market at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Four figures were sitting by the window on the second floor of a restaurant, watching the team coming down from Wudang Mountain through the window calmly.

Two of these four people are the two elders of Xuanming who kidnapped Yin Susu three days ago.

At this time, they looked at the mighty team of the Wudang faction, with resentment in their eyes, but more fear.

No way, the scene of being captured by Zhang Sanfeng is still vivid in their minds. Even now, they still don't understand how they were subdued at that time... It was horrible.

Among the other two.

One was wearing a gorgeous purple Taoist robe, with white beard and hair but a ruddy complexion, and his appearance was like a fairy.

It's just that there is a scary scar on his face that spreads from the left eyebrow to the right jaw, which not only completely destroys the face of the bone fairy, but also looks a little more ferocious.

Because of his insidious and fierce martial arts, this Taoist was known as "Hundred Damage" in the early years of the world, and he was the master of the two elders, Xuan Ming.

The other person was wearing a black cloak. Under the cloak, a set of monk clothes could be vaguely seen. Coupled with the bald head under the hood, his identity was self-evident.

"The plan is done."

The cloaked monk looked at the Wudang faction team passing by downstairs, then turned his gaze to the Taoist sitting opposite him, and said with a smile: "Senior Hundred Loss, the conflict between the Wudang faction and Mingjiao is inevitable, and the monk will go to various places to lobby for more people to join the Wudang faction's crusade against Mingjiao.

After they get to Kunlun Mountain and fight Mingjiao, it's time for you, Daoist Master, to show off your skills. "

"My means?"

Taoist Baishang heard the words, looked at the monk as well, and said with a smile, "Are you reminding me not to kill all these Wudang sect brats on the way?

Don't worry, that kid surnamed Song is holding Zhang Sanfeng's "True Martial Sword" in his hand, that sword is powerful, I have personally experienced it..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch the scar on his face, and said with cold eyes: "Although the person holding that sword is not Zhang Sanfeng.

But just getting close to the sword made the scar on my face ache, so I didn't want to try its edge before I was sure. "

Dozens of years ago, Taoist Baishang once fought against Zhang Sanfeng.

Needless to say, the scars on Taoist Baishang's face were left by Zhang Sanfeng using the "True Martial Sword"... If he hadn't been killed and escaped by falling into the water after being seriously injured, the trees growing from the grave may be used as beams now.

"Amitabha!"

Hearing the words of Taoist Baishang, the monk lowered his head slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He is already in the realm of a great master, but he dare not even lightly touch the sharp edge of a saber that was used by another person who is also in the realm of a great master in his early years.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to call him cautious or laugh at him for being timid.

"Little monk, don't hide anymore, I know what you are thinking."

Baishang Taoist seemed to see what the monk was thinking, and he was not angry, he just smiled and said: "There is only one great master Zhang Sanfeng sitting in Wudang Mountain, and there are at least three hidden in your South Shaolin Temple, and there is even a strong supporter from the North Shaolin Temple behind you.

But the forces of Southern Shaolin dare not cross the rivers and lakes in the north of Daming half a step. Do you know why? "

When the monk heard the words, his heart trembled suddenly, and then he raised his head with surprise in his eyes.

"If you can achieve the realm of a grand master one day, you will understand that even if you are both a grand master, the difference in strength is a world of difference."

"That kind of difference is even more desperate than when a low-level warrior faces a martial arts master!"

(End of this chapter)