Taishan Yuhuangding, the head of the Taishan faction, the Taoist Tianmen, looked at the heads of the various factions who came from afar, and he was very excited, and he couldn't help saying: "My Taishan faction is in such a catastrophe, but I can get the help of all the martial arts comrades. Tianmen is grateful!" Endless."
"Tianmen Daoist, you are being polite. My Five Sacred Sword Sect is united with each other. If one is in trouble, the other four will help each other. It's not just talking about it." Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan Sect, stood up and said.
"What the leader of the left alliance said is true. Now Emperor Kangxi of the Manchu Qing Dynasty risked the great disgrace of the world and set off a bloody storm in the martial arts world. People in the martial arts world must fight with him to the end." Yue Buqun of the Huashan School also spoke immediately.
"Amitabha," Master Fangzheng proclaimed the Buddha's name, "The emperor of the Qing Dynasty's bloodbath in the martial arts is really too much evil. Brother Xuanci specially sent this old monk to help, hoping to resolve the catastrophe in the martial arts."
"My sect Zhang Zhenren heard that there is a young master in the Qing court this time, who seems to have the same name as Song Qingshu, a disciple of our sect, so he sent a poor Taoist to find out."
Zuo Lengchan at the side was silent, thinking in his heart: Shaolin Wudang really deserves to be the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. Master Fangzheng is only one of the top ten abbots of Shaolin Temple, and his martial arts are already above mine. I wonder how the abbot Xuanci's martial arts are? Daoist Chongxu is only ranked second among the Wudang sect's five view masters, and his martial arts are not inferior to mine. Based on this, the direct disciples of Zixiao Palace Zhang Sanfeng are probably even better at martial arts...
"With the help of Shaolin Wudang, and the help from the Wuyue Sword Sect, my Taishan Sect can be said to be worry-free." Tianmen Lao Huai was greatly relieved. He had been worried about the destruction of the sect before, worried that he would become the eternal sinner of the Taishan Sect, and today he finally relaxed. down.
"However, the opponent has thousands of soldiers and horses. It is really unwise for us to fight with Jianghu." Yue Buqun quickly realized the crux of the problem.
The Taoist of Tianmen laughed: "Don't worry, everyone. The poor Taoist had already asked a great hero for help a few days ago, and the other party promised to help us deal with the Manchu soldiers."
Master Fangzheng's heart moved, and he said: "Could it be Yuan Chengzhi, the golden snake king who has been very powerful in Shandong in recent years?"
"It's this person!" Taoist Tianmen stroked his beard and said with a smile, "The Golden Snake King has defeated the Qing army several times, and has always had a high prestige in Shandong Wulin, and he also promised to come personally to give the Qing army a head-on Whack."
"That's very good," Mr. Mo Da of Hengshan also said, "I have heard for a long time that Yuan Chengzhi, the Golden Snake King, is not only outstanding in strategy, but also in martial arts. With his help, the Manchu Tartars may be defeated this time. gone."
"It's so good, the two armies are bound to suffer countless casualties in a battle. Can this poor nun suggest that we can use the methods of the rivers and lakes to compete? Avoid innocent casualties." Master Hengshan Dingjing showed a look of impatience.
"That's right, we can force each other to compete with us using the method of Jianghu." This has been discussed in the Taishan School for a long time, and all the masters and uncles of the jade generation think that if this time if the way to win
Let the Manchus suffer too much damage, and Emperor Kangxi will definitely usher in even more tragic revenge. It is impossible for the Taishan faction to call for the help of Yuan Chengzhi and other factions every time, so they unanimously decided to use the method of the rivers and lakes to determine victory or defeat. Although people don't like it in their hearts, they can't go against everyone's opinions.
…
Wei Xiaobao and his party arrived near Mount Tai, and just set up camp when soldiers came to report that they had received the tactics from the Mount Tai faction.
"Yoha!" Wei Xiaobao suddenly regained his spirits. Along the way, all sects and sects were beaten passively, like a concubine, and it was the first time he met someone who dared to fight head-on. ?”
"The other party asked us to use the rules of the world to determine the outcome of the martial arts competition. Two wins in three games. If the Taishan faction wins, we Qing Dynasty can no longer come to make things difficult for them. If we win, the Taishan faction will naturally accept the canonization of the emperor." Duolong After taking a few glances at the gauntlet, he explained.
"Hey, this group of bull-nosed fighters have a good plan," Wei Xiaobao smiled, "Do they think my thousands of soldiers are vegetarians? Why do we have to compete with him to determine the outcome?"
"Report!" At this time, another spy reported, sweating profusely, "My lord, the soldiers and horses of the Golden Snake Battalion were found thirty miles away."
"What?" The generals of the Xiaoqi battalion looked at each other in blank dismay. They thought this time was just a relaxing trip, but they kicked the iron plate all of a sudden.
"How many of them are there? How are they going? Did you find you?" Duolong was still calm, after all, he was a person who had been on the battlefield back then, and asked immediately.
"Reply to the chief executive," the spy replied, "there are about three or four thousand people on the other side, but I don't know why, they chose to set up camp there, stagnated, and deliberately sent me a message across the river, saying that as long as we agree to compete in martial arts, we will win. You can avoid fighting with each other."
"It's no wonder that group of Taoists dared to invite us to a martial arts competition. It turns out that the Golden Snake Camp is backing us," Song Qingshu wondered, "but why didn't the Golden Snake Camp attack us?"
A group of people discussed it for a long time but didn't understand it. They didn't know that Yuan Chengzhi also had his own difficulties. Although he had won a few big victories in the past few years, his direct lineage also lost a lot. Now that Manqing is getting stronger and stronger, Many subordinates of the Three Gangs and Four Villages are very popular.
Yuan Chengzhi's direct descendant, the Golden Snake Camp, consumes a little bit less, and has gradually become unable to suppress some unruly people. In this way, he would not want to have a fight with the Manchu elite Xiaoqi camp.
"Prince Ming, Brother Song, are you sure about the martial arts competition?" Although Wei Xiaobao was talking and laughing happily, he was terribly afraid in his heart, thinking that he didn't know anything about fighting shit, and if he really fought, he would definitely die... So he turned his thoughts to the martial arts competition .
"The poor monk is sure to win." Jiumozhi smiled faintly, with an indescribable pride in his tone.
"Brother Song, what about you?" Wei Xiaobao was overjoyed, and turned his head to ask.
"Except for Chapter 82 The Way to Win
Yuan Chengzhi, I should be fine with the rest. "Song Qingshu thought about it carefully. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts should be higher than his own. If he really fights, it is estimated to be six or four. Among the remaining people, Zuo Lengchan's martial arts is the highest in the Wuyue Sword Sect. As long as he guards against his cold ice Qi, coupled with his proficiency in the Five Sacred Swordsmanship, has an innate advantage, so it is not a big problem to defeat him.
"Haha, it seems that we have a 70% chance of winning this bet." Wei Xiaobao was delighted, and suddenly asked, "As for the third expert..."
Seeing everyone in the field looking at him one after another, Duolong suddenly dropped his jaw in shock, pointed at himself tremblingly and asked, "Me?"
"Brother, as the head of the inner guards, your martial arts must be first-class. Among the rest of the people, you are the one with the highest martial arts. Who is it but you?" Wei Xiaobao laughed.
Duolong's face turned bitter, knowing that he would have no problem dealing with ordinary thieves, but he was probably no match for this group of high-ranking martial arts tycoons.
Seeing his distressed face, Wei Xiaobao naturally guessed what he was thinking, and quickly pulled him aside: "Brother, I will teach you a method to ensure that you are not in any danger."
"Brother Wei is really righteous, what is the method?" Duo Long's eyes lit up when he heard it. Chapter Eighty-Third One-Trick Agreement
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qingshu, Chapter 83 of Zhang Zhenren's appointment with one move
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qingshu, Chapter 83 of Zhang Zhenren's appointment with one move
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qingshu, Chapter 83 of Zhang Zhenren's appointment with one move
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qingshu, Chapter 83 of Zhang Zhenren's appointment with one move
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qingshu, Chapter 83 of Zhang Zhenren's appointment with one move
"When the time comes, you can directly choose the strongest person on the other side to compete." Wei Xiaobao said.
"What!" Doron almost jumped up.
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me slowly," Wei Xiaobao explained, "I have heard a story before, about betting on horses, when the time comes, we will use the best horse to win against the best horse— Big Brother, I’m not calling you an inferior horse—you just admit defeat, and then King Ming and Big Brother Song will be sure to win.”
"Brother Wei really has a clever plan." Duolong's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Don't worry, I can still manage to admit defeat."
After making a decision, Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sent someone to deliver a letter up the mountain. On the second day, Song Qingshu, Jiumozhi, and Duolong went to the meeting alone. Looking at Wei Xiaobao who was beckoning to them at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu became very angry: "This little ruffian is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not go up the mountain. What did you say that the commander-in-chief of the first army wants to sit in the army and support us?"
"The battle is imminent, Mr. Song must not be impetuous." Jiumozhi turned his head and gave him a half-smile look, obviously guessing what he was thinking.
"Thank you, King Ming, for your point," Song Qingshu blushed, and asked hastily, "I wonder how Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts compares to King Ming?"
"He is very skilled in martial arts, but in a one-on-one contest, he will definitely lose." After the last fight, Jiumozhi kept trying to figure out Yuan Chengzhi's weird Golden Snake swordsmanship, knowing that if he meets again, he will definitely be defeated by Yixue last time. The shame of Murong Fu's escape.
"I just don't know which three they will send to fight." Looking at the Jade Emperor Peak in the distance, Song Qingshu said worriedly. On the contrary, he didn't care much about the safety of the three of them. They were all top experts. Without Wei Xiaobao's encumbrance, even if the shameless Taishan faction attacked them, he and Jiumozhi could still retreat calmly. Uh, as for Duolong... Dead friends don't die poor people.
"Master of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tubo Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi came to pay homage to the mountain." Before reaching the mountain gate, Jiumozhi mustered his inner strength and sent his voice in from afar.
Song Qingshu's head was blacked out, this big-eared monk is still so showy, should he yell? Thinking about what he would call the first-class guard of Manqing later, and being blasted into scum by some national teacher as soon as he heard it... That scene, thinking about it, was horrible, and with a chill, Song Qingshu immediately dismissed the idea.
All the masters in Yuhuangding were amazed, this Jiumozhi's internal energy might be stronger than all others.
After the three of them went up the mountain, everyone turned their eyes towards them. They saw a big-eared monk, a young son, and a Tartar officer and soldier, facing a group of masters, they didn't show any signs of timidity.
"Qingshu, it really is you." Daoist Chongxu immediately recognized the young master as Song Qingshu, an abandoned disciple of Wudang.
Song Qingshu was startled, thinking how could anyone recognize him? Looking back, Chongxu's appearance and attire had a faint impression in his mind: "Daoist Chongxu?"
"Qing Shu, Zhang Zhenren