Chapter 3 Chapter Two Wudang Three Precepts
The Eastern Army of the Wulin Alliance led by Yan Qingtong was scattered around the hall in the "Yinghua Pavilion", forming a semi-encircled formation, facing the three Wudang disciples who stepped in from the gate.
No one dared to take the lead.
Chen Daixiu, Tang Liang, and Fu Yuanba, exuding the ferocious aura of Wudang disciples like wild wolves, stepped into the room from the sunny outside, and suddenly gave people the illusion that their bodies brought a shadow that symbolized death.
Although the number of people on both sides is out of proportion, the atmosphere at this moment is not like dozens of people surrounding three people, but like three people guarding the door to prevent the dozens of people from escaping.
Chen Daixiu and the others seemed to completely ignore the people surrounding the hall, and they didn't stop until they reached the center of the hall.Fu Yuanba's upside-down horse-cutting sword was still stained with the blood of the warrior who had just beheaded the gatekeeper, and a line of blood dripped from the gate all the way to the ground.Seeing this momentum, many people couldn't help turning pale.
Yan Qingtong rushed down from the upper floor to inspect, he saw that these three people went straight into the hall, facing ten times more enemies without any fear, he knew that they must be the elite of Wudang Sect.
He looked at himself again: the eight surviving members of the Xinyi Sect had suffered large and small wounds, and half of them seemed unable to fight anymore; although some of the other dozens of fighters from the second-class sect were stronger, But the opponent is a Wudang disciple who is famous all over the world, so it is really doubtful whether he can resist the enemy; as for the dozen or so Zhenxi bodyguards gathered around him, how could Yan Qingtong not know how much he has in his hands?It is still useful to deal with road bandits and thieves at ordinary times, but there is no need to mention this level of duel...
He estimates that the real strength gap between the two sides is not as huge as the apparent disparity in numbers; more importantly, the martial arts alliance here does not have the morale and belief to unite and fight to the death...
Now Yan Qingtong regrets greatly: In order to take the credit for capturing Yao Lianzhou alone, he decided to divide the army into two groups, thus dividing the strength of the allied army.What made me even more regretful and wanted to slap myself twice was: how could I be so stupid to enter this "Yinghua Hall" in person and put myself in a situation where I couldn't advance or retreat?
His stout body was dripping with cold sweat, and he was thinking hard about what strategy he could get out of the predicament in front of him...
——There is a way... There must be a way, as long as you think about it...
Many ideas turned in his head several times.
——I have worked hard to this day, have done so many things, arranged so many means... I am not going to die here...
He thought of all possibilities.For example, make peace.Return Yao Lianzhou to the enemy right here.After all, the number of opponents is small, and Yao Lianzhou is in such a situation. As long as they are allowed to return to the head, they probably won't fight anymore...
Thinking of this, Yan Qingtong almost decided in his heart that he would ask the Wudang disciple standing at the bottom of the stairs to ask for peace.But at this moment, he suddenly thought of one thing:
——I put the poison in Yao Lianzhou's body.
Not only Dai Kui, the brother of the same sect, knew about this matter, Dong Sanqiao and Han Tianbao of the secret sect seemed to have guessed it; Yan Heng in the room above might also be able to see it.Yan Qingtong thought, if he decides to let Yao Lianzhou go here to seek peace, and the alliance breaks down, it goes without saying that his reputation as the person in charge will be greatly damaged; those who are dissatisfied may reveal the poisoning to the Wudang faction...
——On the one hand, he was spurned by his allied martial arts comrades.On the other hand, he is regarded as an enemy by the Wudang faction... Yan Qingtong dare not even think about the consequences of this situation.
Almost pushing himself into a place of eternal doom, Yan Qingtong's heart also turned cold.
——Think again... think calmly...
At this time, he saw that a member of the same mind was still holding Yao Lianzhou's saber.With a flash of inspiration in his heart, he took the "Single Back Sword" in his hand.
——Be calm...don't be seen through.
It can be said that Yan Qingtong's greatest talent is to make a confident smiling expression.Holding the "single back sword", he walked down the stairs slowly step by step.At this juncture of life and death, he tried his best to exude that pretended demeanor, which even infected his own people, and the faces of the heroes of all factions that had changed drastically were eased by seeing him.
Because of Yan Qingtong's orders, more than a dozen bodyguards have been closely following him to protect him.He stood more than ten steps away from the three Wudang disciples, showing the sword in his hand to each other without saying a word.
Fu Yuanba and Tang Lianghe saw that the sect master's saber had already fallen into the enemy's hands, and the original ferocious aura on their faces became stronger and stronger.Fu Yuanba had the most impulsive personality, he clenched his teeth angrily, and raised the blood-stained simple knife to the sky, as if he was about to kill someone and seize the sword on the spot.But Chen Daixiu reached out her hand to stop him.
Fu Yuanba's gesture actually made Yan Qingtong's heart flutter.But he suppressed his breath, and looked unmoved on the surface, just silently looking at Chen Daixiu who stood in the center and was obviously the leader of the three.
Chen Daixiu, who had a gentle and elegant appearance, looked up at the invisible room on the second floor above the stairs, and then stared at Yan Qingtong.
Although there was still a long distance, and there were still a few bodyguards in between, Yan Qingtong still felt the strong danger of giving the other party a sword through his heart at any time when he received the sharp eyes.He tried his best to maintain that calm smile, and tried not to look at the glaring Wudang long sword that was unsheathed in Chen Daixiu's hand, but he still didn't make a sound.He wants the opponent to shake first.
Chen Daixiu's gaze turned to the "single back sword" in Yan Qingtong's hand.Unlike Fu Yuanba and Tang Liang, he didn't even raise his eyebrows when he saw the sect master saber.
But in fact, blood was surging in my heart.
—Has the master been captured by them?
Chen Daixiu remained silent.Yan Qingtong couldn't help but speak first: "Everyone, please leave here first and retreat two streets away. I'll send someone to negotiate with your faction later."
Yan Qingtong kept smiling when speaking, so her voice was very soft.This was actually a cover-up, and the reason was of course that he didn't want Yao Lianzhou and Fan Zong upstairs to hear what he said.
The situation in that room was still uncertain.He told this lie, he just wanted to delay the predicament first.
——Just wait until Yin Yingchuan and the round Xijun come to support!
Previously, Yan Qingtong made many arrangements to delay the arrival of the Western Army, but now he wished that they would be at the door soon.
Hearing Yan Qingtong's words, Chen Daixiu sneered.
Yan Qingtong was startled. "You can't understand what I'm saying, right?" He raised his "single back sword": "You guys are already too late."
This time it was Chen Daixiu's turn to smile.
"Junior Brother Fu..." Chen Daixiu turned her face slightly, and said to Fu Yuanba on the left: "These outsiders don't seem to know our Wudang School very well. Why don't you read the three major precepts of Wudang to them?"
Fu Yuanba nodded and laughed boldly, took a long breath, mustered his full and majestic voice and read aloud:
"One. For those who belong to my Wudang family, I should send my marrow to the road of cultivation, work tirelessly day and night, and have no thoughts of life and death, so as to reach the pinnacle of martial arts together!
two.If you encounter obstacles or those who seek battle, you must have a fearless and ruthless heart, that is, they are gods, Buddhas and demons, and you will kill them with all your strength to prove that I am invincible in Wudang!
three.Eyes do not see the lure of fame, wealth and silk, ears do not hear the pressure of authority and affection, no entanglement, seek the way between heaven and earth! "
The "Three Precepts of Wudang" resounded through the hall of "Yinghua Pavilion", every word seemed to be shouted in people's ears, and even their hearts were shaken.
"Do you understand?" Chen Daixiu continued: "We Wudang disciples will never be coerced by you. If Master Yao is really in your hands, you can kill him if you want."
He glanced coldly at everyone in the hall.
"But after killing him, none of you can leave here alive."
Yan Qingtong was shocked.But he still tried to maintain his expression, smiled and shook his head: "I don't believe your nonsense! You came all the way to Chang'an, didn't you want to protect him? He is your dignified head, and you will just watch him die?"
"Things have not been hopeless for a day, and we still have to try our best." Chen Daixiu answered him in a tone like a lesson: "But doing your best is not the same as violating your own beliefs. There is no way. The Wudang faction will have another head."
When Yan Qingtong heard this, the calm expression he was trying to maintain seemed to melt and collapse, and the facial muscles twisted, turning into an unbelievable shock.
He finally understood a truth: all deception and calculations in the world have limits, and there are always times when they don't work.
——Especially when you are facing a group of lunatics who ignore the common sense of the world.
"Just do what you said just now." Chen Daixiu said coldly: "Get out first. Step back two streets away. Negotiations are unnecessary, and I will send the boss to deal with it later."
The five people in the room on the second floor were silent. The Xinyimen who had been guarding the door of the room retreated in a hurry for some reason, leaving only Yan Heng and Tong Jing confronting Yao Lianzhou in the room, and in front of the back window, there was an extra Fan Zong who came back to help, Yan Heng faintly He was double-teamed by two Wudang masters. But in fact Yan Heng has the power of life and death.Yao Lianzhou still hasn't been able to stand up from the chair again, the "Still Life Sword" on his right hand hangs limply on the ground, unable to lift it up, and his chest is still breathing heavily.What was even more frightening was the face covered in cold sweat, and the layer of gray seemed even deeper.Yin Xiaoyan, who was behind him, looked very worried, and kept wiping his sweat with her sleeve. Fan Zong on the other side was not much better either, needless to say he was seriously injured in many places, and his strength was exhausted from the fierce battle just now, and he only had a "death nail" in his hand.At this moment, Yao Lianzhou was sitting less than five feet away from Yan Heng's sword edge. If Yan Heng attacked fiercely, whether Fan Zong could stop him was not at all sure. But Fan Zong remembered the scene when Yan Heng spared him on the roof before. And that clear, innocent, suddenly enlightened eyes. ——This kid, he will not attack the head of the sect today. Fan Zong knew that the head of the sect also made the same judgment.Otherwise, when he entered through the window to launch the concealed weapon just now, the master wouldn't stop him. Although he had the upper hand, Yan Heng didn't show any proud expression on his face.He knew very well that if these two enemies had not been injured or poisoned, he would not have been spared - taking advantage of the big advantage and being complacent, this is definitely not the style of Qingcheng's sect. His "Still Life Sword" and "Tiger Pi" have not been sheathed, and the sharp blades are still resting on his chest, and that posture is covered in front of Tong Jing. Although Tong Jing was moved, she never showed weakness on the surface. There was another simple iron sword on the back, even though it was just a blunt sword with no edge for practice, she still pulled it out in her hand and pointed in the direction of Fan Zong. on guard. Although Yao Lianzhou was tortured by the poison, his whole body was hot and cold, but he couldn't help smiling when he saw this interesting girl swordsman. At this moment, Fan Zong had the opportunity to look at Yan Heng carefully, and then said to the head: "I heard what those guys said, this kid is from the Qingcheng sect." Yao Lianzhou nodded slightly: "I can see it." Fan Zong stared into Yan Heng's eyes and said: "The disciples of the Qingcheng School are really more kind." Yan Heng was furious when he heard this, not only did he not think it was a compliment, but he thought it was irony - the person who said this was none other than the Wudang sect disciple who wiped out the Qingcheng sect. ——He didn't know that Fan Zong's words were not mocking him, but out of his sincerity——Fan Zong met Hou Yingzhi, another disciple of Qingcheng who taught him to appreciate in Wudang Mountain. Yao Lianzhou took a deep breath before he could slightly raise the "Still Life Left Sword" in his hand, and asked Fan Zong, "Do you recognize... this sword...?" Fan Zong looked at it, then looked at the "Still Life Right Sword" in Yan Heng's hand, and nodded: "'Bing Ya Dao' Hu Yanda's saber." He looked at Yan Heng fiercely, and added One sentence: "One of the disciples who went on an expedition to Sichuan." "En." Yao Lianzhou responded in a low voice, but he was puzzled: How could this young disciple of the Qingcheng School kill my elite of the 'Bing Crow Dao'? ... At this moment, a very majestic voice came from downstairs: "Everyone who is my Wudang sect should send the marrow to the way of cultivation..." Both Yan Heng and Tong Jing frowned.Fan Zong laughed.Yao Lianzhou closed his eyes. "If you encounter obstacles or those who want to fight, you must have a fearless and ruthless heart, even if they are gods, Buddhas and demons, you will do your best to kill them to prove that I am invincible in Wudang!" This "Second Precept of Wudang" was clearly transmitted to Yan Heng's ears word by word.Every word is so harsh. ——If you encounter someone blocking the way, you must ruthlessly kill it to prove that Wudang is invincible. Ye Chenyuan killed He Zisheng that day, and the scene of Wudang in black massacring the Qingcheng division was vividly vivid in his memory. The two swords in Yan Heng's hands trembled slightly. "I have sent reinforcements from the same sect. If you don't want to die, go now." Fan Zong said with a smile, and took a few steps to the side to make way for the window: "Thinking about what happened just now, I will send you here." Favor..." Fan Zong's words suddenly stopped, and his smile disappeared. Because he saw: Yan Heng's originally innocent face has become like a ferocious beast. —a beast enraged by hatred. Now Fan Zong can no longer be sure whether the head of the sect will die under Yan Heng's sword today.He was secretly accumulating strength in his hand, ready to launch the "Nail of Death". "Tiger Pi" pointed at Yao Lianzhou's heart. Yao Lianzhou still looked calm. But Yin Xiaoyan behind him showed a more terrified look than before - because she saw Yan Heng's expression at the moment. Even Tong Jing was surprised to see Yan Heng now.For the first time, she realized how deep the hatred of destroying the family was in Yan Heng's heart. At this moment, there was another loud noise on the roof. This time it was the sound of blades clashing violently.Followed by another note. The voice seemed to wake Yan Heng from a certain state of confusion. He hung the "Tiger Pi" down slowly. Yan Heng knew who belonged to the two knives that made the sound of confrontation above——hu Linglan was undoubtedly the one who could make such a powerful attack. ——And her opponent, it can be heard that they are evenly matched. Yan Heng looked at Tong Jing beside him. ——At this moment, the safety of the companion is more important than revenge. He also remembered what Brother Jing once said: If you meet a Wudang "Tai Chi" master, you might as well run away. "To become stronger in the future, it is not a shame to live." Yan Heng put the "Tiger Pi" into the scabbard behind his waist, freed his left hand, took Tong Jing's hand, and walked towards the window. Fan Zong breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back two steps to the side. Yan Heng stared at him fiercely as he walked by, then looked back at Yao Lianzhou, and said coldly, "Don't make a mistake. You didn't sell favors to me. I, Yan Heng, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, have nothing to do with your Wudang Sect. There's nothing wrong with affection. I won't kill you today, but I don't bother to take advantage of it." He stared into Yao Lianzhou's eyes. "One day in the future, I will beat you upright and pay for the blood debt of Qingcheng Mountain." Yao Lianzhou nodded. "Teach anytime." Yan Heng turned his head back, and pulled Tong Jing to continue towards the window. Tong Jing felt a little pain in her palm.Because Yan Heng was excited, he held her hand very tightly.But she didn't break free. She just felt that she really wanted to share that pain and excitement with him at this moment. "Wait a minute." Yao Lianzhou said suddenly, and then summoned up all his strength, and threw the "Still Life Left Sword" in his hand to Tong Jing.Tong Jing bit the iron sword she was holding between her teeth, freed her right hand, and caught the "Still Life Sword". "I said... I borrowed this sword." Yao Lianzhou said after coughing a few times because of the strength. Tong Jing retracted both swords into their scabbards.But she didn't thank Yao Lianzhou, instead she put on a cold face - since the head of Wudang is Yan Heng's biggest enemy, she naturally shares the same enemy and will never show favor to him. Yao Lianzhou looked at Tong Jing's back, and remembered what happened not long ago: when Tong Jing fell from the hole above, he used "Tai Chi" to grab and seize the sword at her, and she had the reaction to strike back with the sword. ——It stands to reason that she should not even be able to see a shadow.But she can actually see my movements...and that reaction... ——Could it be that she deliberately hides her martial arts?or other reasons? ... Before Yan Heng and Tong Jing left from the window, Tong Jing suddenly stretched out her hand, and pulled the white robe of the head of Wudang with big characters written on it hanging under the window, and rolled it up to her waist.She also turned her head and made a face at Yao Lianzhou and Fan Zong, and then followed Yan Heng.
As long as they saw the shining Wudang sword and the sharp silver-white spear tip, all passers-by in the streets screamed and dodged in panic. After walking out of the narrow Shaoci Alley, Jiao Hongye and Li Tong, two disciples of "Bing Crow Dao", followed Zhao Kun, a fellow student of "Shou Snake Dao", and rushed without reservation. Brother Gui Danlei was taking the risk of defending Shaoci Lane, resisting nearly a hundred enemy western troops alone, so he bought them this time.They will go all out to rescue the head of the "Yinghua Pavilion" as soon as possible. "Don't go wrong!" Li Tong was panting, but still roared at Zhao Kun in front: "It's too late to save the head, see if I don't take you—" Halfway through, the three of them were rushing out of a corner. "Be careful!" Zhao Kun interrupted him by yelling, and at the same time he dodged with light footwork. They drove at full speed, without looking before passing the intersection, thinking that it would be a big deal to hurt one or two passers-by. But I don't want to meet a healthy horse at the intersection of this street, and it also gallops with all its hoofs! Li Tong has always been an elite of the Wudang School, at the very moment when he was about to kick, he kicked and accelerated across the street, the horse's head was almost stained on his clothes, it was extremely dangerous. Jiao Hongye, who was running behind Li Tong, did the opposite, braked in time to stop her body, and let the rider run past less than half a foot in front of her. At the same time as the horse passed between the two, Li Tong was extremely angry, his murderous intent suddenly arose, he turned around, and with a "return carbine gun", he stabbed at the back of the rider on the saddle! ——Wudang precepts, whoever blocks the way, will be killed without mercy! The knight didn't turn his head back, but he let go of the rein with his left hand. Lightning stretched back, and opened a black object in his hand, which just blocked the point of the tasseled spear that was stabbing sharply, and made a sound of gold and iron! Li Tong was stunned. ——It’s a strong enemy! The horse galloped a few more steps, and the knight suddenly reined it in.He didn't turn the horse's head, but just took his feet off the stirrup, turned his buttocks on the saddle and sat backwards, with one left leg bent and resting on the horse's buttocks, sitting very gracefully, with excellent balance. Li Tong and Jiao Hongye took a closer look at the knight while setting up their weapons: it turned out to be an old man wearing a bamboo hat, his beard and hair were gray and wrinkled; , on his left hand wearing an iron glove, he held an opened black iron fan, which was used to block the gun just now. The iron fan is not light no matter how you look at it, but the old man just shakes it with his wrist, and he really fanned it up and down like a scholar holding a paper fan.But this rough old man is full of murderous weapons, how can he have the slightest scholarly aura? The old man's eyes were hidden by the shadow of the bamboo hat, neither Li Tong nor Jiao Hongye could see his eyes and gaze. But they all clearly felt that they were being stared at by the old man.Invisible strong pressure. The old man raised the bamboo hat with an iron fan, and finally showed his eyes and expression. Almost pierced through the back of the heart by a bullet from the blocker, the old man did not show anger, but laughed instead. In the old but still radiant eyes, there is a very strong ambition to win.
The five people in the room on the second floor were silent. The Xinyimen who had been guarding the door of the room retreated in a hurry for some reason, leaving only Yan Heng and Tong Jing confronting Yao Lianzhou in the room, and in front of the back window, there was an extra Fan Zong who came back to help, Yan Heng faintly He was double-teamed by two Wudang masters. But in fact Yan Heng has the power of life and death.Yao Lianzhou still hasn't been able to stand up from the chair again, the "Still Life Sword" on his right hand hangs limply on the ground, unable to lift it up, and his chest is still breathing heavily.What was even more frightening was the face covered in cold sweat, and the layer of gray seemed even deeper.Yin Xiaoyan, who was behind him, looked very worried, and kept wiping his sweat with her sleeve. Fan Zong on the other side was not much better either, needless to say he was seriously injured in many places, and his strength was exhausted from the fierce battle just now, and he only had a "death nail" in his hand.At this moment, Yao Lianzhou was sitting less than five feet away from Yan Heng's sword edge. If Yan Heng attacked fiercely, whether Fan Zong could stop him was not at all sure. But Fan Zong remembered the scene when Yan Heng spared him on the roof before. And that clear, innocent, suddenly enlightened eyes. ——This kid, he will not attack the head of the sect today. Fan Zong knew that the head of the sect also made the same judgment.Otherwise, when he entered through the window to launch the concealed weapon just now, the master wouldn't stop him. Although he had the upper hand, Yan Heng didn't show any proud expression on his face.He knew very well that if these two enemies had not been injured or poisoned, he would not have been spared - taking advantage of the big advantage and being complacent, this is definitely not the style of Qingcheng's sect. His "Still Life Sword" and "Tiger Pi" have not been sheathed, and the sharp blades are still resting on his chest, and that posture is covered in front of Tong Jing. Although Tong Jing was moved, she never showed weakness on the surface. There was another simple iron sword on the back, even though it was just a blunt sword with no edge for practice, she still pulled it out in her hand and pointed in the direction of Fan Zong. on guard. Although Yao Lianzhou was tortured by the poison, his whole body was hot and cold, but he couldn't help smiling when he saw this interesting girl swordsman. At this moment, Fan Zong had the opportunity to look at Yan Heng carefully, and then said to the head: "I heard what those guys said, this kid is from the Qingcheng sect." Yao Lianzhou nodded slightly: "I can see it." Fan Zong stared into Yan Heng's eyes and said: "The disciples of the Qingcheng School are really more kind." Yan Heng was furious when he heard this, not only did he not think it was a compliment, but he thought it was irony - the person who said this was none other than the Wudang sect disciple who wiped out the Qingcheng sect. ——He didn't know that Fan Zong's words were not mocking him, but out of his sincerity——Fan Zong met Hou Yingzhi, another disciple of Qingcheng who taught him to appreciate in Wudang Mountain. Yao Lianzhou took a deep breath before he could slightly raise the "Still Life Left Sword" in his hand, and asked Fan Zong, "Do you recognize... this sword...?" Fan Zong looked at it, then looked at the "Still Life Right Sword" in Yan Heng's hand, and nodded: "'Bing Ya Dao' Hu Yanda's saber." He looked at Yan Heng fiercely, and added One sentence: "One of the disciples who went on an expedition to Sichuan." "En." Yao Lianzhou responded in a low voice, but he was puzzled: How could this young disciple of the Qingcheng School kill my elite of the 'Bing Crow Dao'? ... At this moment, a very majestic voice came from downstairs: "Everyone who is my Wudang sect should send the marrow to the way of cultivation..." Both Yan Heng and Tong Jing frowned.Fan Zong laughed.Yao Lianzhou closed his eyes. "If you encounter obstacles or those who want to fight, you must have a fearless and ruthless heart, even if they are gods, Buddhas and demons, you will do your best to kill them to prove that I am invincible in Wudang!" This "Second Precept of Wudang" was clearly transmitted to Yan Heng's ears word by word.Every word is so harsh. ——If you encounter someone blocking the way, you must ruthlessly kill it to prove that Wudang is invincible. Ye Chenyuan killed He Zisheng that day, and the scene of Wudang in black massacring the Qingcheng division was vividly vivid in his memory. The two swords in Yan Heng's hands trembled slightly. "I have sent reinforcements from the same sect. If you don't want to die, go now." Fan Zong said with a smile, and took a few steps to the side to make way for the window: "Thinking about what happened just now, I will send you here." Favor..." Fan Zong's words suddenly stopped, and his smile disappeared. Because he saw: Yan Heng's originally innocent face has become like a ferocious beast. —a beast enraged by hatred. Now Fan Zong can no longer be sure whether the head of the sect will die under Yan Heng's sword today.He was secretly accumulating strength in his hand, ready to launch the "Nail of Death". "Tiger Pi" pointed at Yao Lianzhou's heart. Yao Lianzhou still looked calm. But Yin Xiaoyan behind him showed a more terrified look than before - because she saw Yan Heng's expression at the moment. Even Tong Jing was surprised to see Yan Heng now.For the first time, she realized how deep the hatred of destroying the family was in Yan Heng's heart. At this moment, there was another loud noise on the roof. This time it was the sound of blades clashing violently.Followed by another note. The voice seemed to wake Yan Heng from a certain state of confusion. He hung the "Tiger Pi" down slowly. Yan Heng knew who belonged to the two knives that made the sound of confrontation above——hu Linglan was undoubtedly the one who could make such a powerful attack. ——And her opponent, it can be heard that they are evenly matched. Yan Heng looked at Tong Jing beside him. ——At this moment, the safety of the companion is more important than revenge. He also remembered what Brother Jing once said: If you meet a Wudang "Tai Chi" master, you might as well run away. "To become stronger in the future, it is not a shame to live." Yan Heng put the "Tiger Pi" into the scabbard behind his waist, freed his left hand, took Tong Jing's hand, and walked towards the window. Fan Zong breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back two steps to the side. Yan Heng stared at him fiercely as he walked by, then looked back at Yao Lianzhou, and said coldly, "Don't make a mistake. You didn't sell favors to me. I, Yan Heng, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, have nothing to do with your Wudang Sect. There's nothing wrong with affection. I won't kill you today, but I don't bother to take advantage of it." He stared into Yao Lianzhou's eyes. "One day in the future, I will beat you upright and pay for the blood debt of Qingcheng Mountain." Yao Lianzhou nodded. "Teach anytime." Yan Heng turned his head back, and pulled Tong Jing to continue towards the window. Tong Jing felt a little pain in her palm.Because Yan Heng was excited, he held her hand very tightly.But she didn't break free. She just felt that she really wanted to share that pain and excitement with him at this moment. "Wait a minute." Yao Lianzhou said suddenly, and then summoned up all his strength, and threw the "Still Life Left Sword" in his hand to Tong Jing.Tong Jing bit the iron sword she was holding between her teeth, freed her right hand, and caught the "Still Life Sword". "I said... I borrowed this sword." Yao Lianzhou said after coughing a few times because of the strength. Tong Jing retracted both swords into their scabbards.But she didn't thank Yao Lianzhou, instead she put on a cold face - since the head of Wudang is Yan Heng's biggest enemy, she naturally shares the same enemy and will never show favor to him. Yao Lianzhou looked at Tong Jing's back, and remembered what happened not long ago: when Tong Jing fell from the hole above, he used "Tai Chi" to grab and seize the sword at her, and she had the reaction to strike back with the sword. ——It stands to reason that she should not even be able to see a shadow.But she can actually see my movements...and that reaction... ——Could it be that she deliberately hides her martial arts?or other reasons? ... Before Yan Heng and Tong Jing left from the window, Tong Jing suddenly stretched out her hand, and pulled the white robe of the head of Wudang with big characters written on it hanging under the window, and rolled it up to her waist.She also turned her head and made a face at Yao Lianzhou and Fan Zong, and then followed Yan Heng.
As long as they saw the shining Wudang sword and the sharp silver-white spear tip, all passers-by in the streets screamed and dodged in panic. After walking out of the narrow Shaoci Alley, Jiao Hongye and Li Tong, two disciples of "Bing Crow Dao", followed Zhao Kun, a fellow student of "Shou Snake Dao", and rushed without reservation. Brother Gui Danlei was taking the risk of defending Shaoci Lane, resisting nearly a hundred enemy western troops alone, so he bought them this time.They will go all out to rescue the head of the "Yinghua Pavilion" as soon as possible. "Don't go wrong!" Li Tong was panting, but still roared at Zhao Kun in front: "It's too late to save the head, see if I don't take you—" Halfway through, the three of them were rushing out of a corner. "Be careful!" Zhao Kun interrupted him by yelling, and at the same time he dodged with light footwork. They drove at full speed, without looking before passing the intersection, thinking that it would be a big deal to hurt one or two passers-by. But I don't want to meet a healthy horse at the intersection of this street, and it also gallops with all its hoofs! Li Tong has always been an elite of the Wudang School, at the very moment when he was about to kick, he kicked and accelerated across the street, the horse's head was almost stained on his clothes, it was extremely dangerous. Jiao Hongye, who was running behind Li Tong, did the opposite, braked in time to stop her body, and let the rider run past less than half a foot in front of her. At the same time as the horse passed between the two, Li Tong was extremely angry, his murderous intent suddenly arose, he turned around, and with a "return carbine gun", he stabbed at the back of the rider on the saddle! ——Wudang precepts, whoever blocks the way, will be killed without mercy! The knight didn't turn his head back, but he let go of the rein with his left hand. Lightning stretched back, and opened a black object in his hand, which just blocked the point of the tasseled spear that was stabbing sharply, and made a sound of gold and iron! Li Tong was stunned. ——It’s a strong enemy! The horse galloped a few more steps, and the knight suddenly reined it in.He didn't turn the horse's head, but just took his feet off the stirrup, turned his buttocks on the saddle and sat backwards, with one left leg bent and resting on the horse's buttocks, sitting very gracefully, with excellent balance. Li Tong and Jiao Hongye took a closer look at the knight while setting up their weapons: it turned out to be an old man wearing a bamboo hat, his beard and hair were gray and wrinkled; , on his left hand wearing an iron glove, he held an opened black iron fan, which was used to block the gun just now. The iron fan is not light no matter how you look at it, but the old man just shakes it with his wrist, and he really fanned it up and down like a scholar holding a paper fan.But this rough old man is full of murderous weapons, how can he have the slightest scholarly aura? The old man's eyes were hidden by the shadow of the bamboo hat, neither Li Tong nor Jiao Hongye could see his eyes and gaze. But they all clearly felt that they were being stared at by the old man.Invisible strong pressure. The old man raised the bamboo hat with an iron fan, and finally showed his eyes and expression. Almost pierced through the back of the heart by a bullet from the blocker, the old man did not show anger, but laughed instead. In the old but still radiant eyes, there is a very strong ambition to win.