Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Companions
Yan Heng's consciousness finally recovered, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet.
He only felt that his body became very light, as if floating slowly in the air.
The Qingcheng faction only practiced martial arts, and never talked about the belief in ghosts and gods.Yan Heng also didn't know whether the underworld after death would look like it is now.
so alone.Master, uncle, and brothers, none of them could be seen.
His heart hurts.If this is the case, if even a member of the Wudang faction dies without defeating him, it would be better to die with his fellow sects on Mount Qingcheng that day...
"No, I won't just die like this..." Yan Heng muttered to himself.
"Get up." A voice came into his ears. "Little child, how long will you stay in bed?"
This is the voice that Yan Heng only knew not long ago.At this moment, there is an incomparably warm intimacy.
He finally opened his eyes.
I saw a very low wooden ceiling.
Yan Heng took a deep breath to gather strength to support his upper body.Only then did I realize that I was still holding the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" tightly with both hands, but the blade was wrapped in thick cloth.
"Even if you are unconscious, you still refuse to let go of the sword." The voice said again. "They are afraid that you will hurt yourself in your sleep, so they wrap the blade with a cloth."
Yan Heng turned his head sideways, and saw Jing Li, who was almost covered in cloth, was sitting on another bed next to him.
Yan Heng looked left and right, and finally knew why he felt floating.
Here is the cabin.
He looked at Jing Li again and asked, "Brother Jing...how can I..."
"You have been unconscious for three days." Jing Li said. "That poison is quite violent. Fortunately, you were poisoned very little."
It was only at this time that Yan Heng gradually recalled the trap in the barred hall in the headquarters of the Ma Pai Gang, and the experience of breaking out of the cage.Thinking about it now, Yan Heng couldn't help sweating on his forehead.It is indeed extremely dangerous.
Jing Li picked up the oar placed beside the bed, and stroked it back and forth.
When he and Hu Linglan were rescued by the Minjiang gang that night, they also retrieved all the lost weapons for him.
"What's going on with this boat..." Yan Heng finally let go of the hilt at this moment, but found that the palm of his hand was stuck to the hilt.It was days of sweat and accumulated blood that had dried up.He was so embarrassed that he took both swords out of his hands.
"It's a big ship from the Minjiang River. We have already left Chengdu and are now sailing on the river."
Jing Li was sincerely grateful to the people of the Minjiang Gang: Although Jiang Yunlan was forced to retreat at that time, but he couldn't leave the city gate at night, the expeditionary force of the Wudang faction could still find him and Hu Linglan.Fortunately, there was a secret channel for the Minjiang Gang to smuggle goods (of course, they also had to bribe the guards guarding the city), so they and Yan Heng were sent out of the city wall that night, and left by boat immediately after sunrise.
Yan Heng inspected his body.The arrow wound on the shoulder and several minor burns were bandaged, and ointment was applied to the face where the poison arrow had struck.The left side of the body was still a little numb, but it was able to move freely.
"Miss Tong told me all about you joining the Mapai Gang alone." Jing Li said again.
Yan Heng looked ashamed: "It's all my own fault...Brother Jing..."
"You are indeed wrong." Jing Li smiled.
"That's right... I have a big grudge, and I almost lost my life by taking care of this kind of thing..."
"I didn't mean that." Jing Li didn't mean to blame at all. "Your fault is that you are not experienced enough. Before you go to the Ma Pai Gang, you should go to the street where the bitter master lives, ask their neighbors, find out the truth, and then you won't be caught by the Ma Pai Gang. Father and son lied."
Speaking of Cai Kun and his son, Yan Heng couldn't help looking at the twin swords on the bed, and at his own hands.There were blood scabs on the palms.
Jing Li understood what he was thinking. "Is this your first time killing someone?"
Yan Heng nodded.
"Is it uncomfortable?"
Yan Heng thought carefully.
Think of Aunt Wang's crying voice.I remembered the expressions of Cai Kun and his son when they were lying.Thinking of the scene where I was shot by arrows, burned by fire, snatched, hunted and killed like a wild beast...
He shook his head.
Jing Li thought to himself: This kid is very lucky.It was this kind of vicious person who was killed for the first time.The kind of person who wouldn't feel guilty if he killed it.
"You made a second mistake." Jing Li said, propped the oars to the ground, and sat on the edge of the bed. "You should go with me." He said with a wry smile, "But you are lucky. If you go back to the inn to find me, it will be a hundred times more dangerous than going to the Mapai Gang alone. I'm afraid you won't save your life."
Only then did Yan Heng remember that seeing Jing Li covered in injuries, he couldn't help being ashamed that he hadn't expressed condolences to him until now.
"Brother Jing, what happened to you that night?"
Jing Li stood up with a paddle, stretched out his other hand, and grabbed Yan Heng's hand.
"Let's go out and talk again. Blow the wind on the river. You've been sleeping here for a few days, and I think you're going to get moldy from sleeping."
In addition to taking a sedan chair, it is also the first time in Yan Heng's life to take a boat.Fortunately, this sailboat with the flag of the Minjiang Gang was very big, and the wind and waves on the river were not in a hurry today. Although Yan Heng was in poor health, he did not feel dizzy. When walking on the deck, the crew members of the Minjiang Gang who were working all stopped their work and bowed respectfully to Yan Heng.They all knew that this swordsman from Qingcheng broke through the Mapai Gang on his own and killed the Cai father and son who were not as good as pigs and dogs. Jing Li and Yan Heng stood side by side by the boat, breathing in the clear river breeze and looking at the beautiful scenery along the river.Yan Heng remembered that he had been born and died twice in a row recently. Seeing this peaceful riverside scenery, he felt like he didn't know where the world was. Jing Lie told Yan Heng how he fought against the four masters of the Wudang faction that night.When talking about Hu Linglan, Jing Li pointed in the direction of the bow of the ship. Yan Heng looked from a distance and saw Shimadzu Hu Linglan standing on the bow of the boat with her back to them, the huge Nodachi still hanging from her waist, and her vermilion clothes were blown flying by the wind.She also had many bandages on her arms and legs. "Is that her?..." Yan Heng looked at Hu Linglan's graceful and handsome standing posture, and felt attracted. ——For some reason, when Yan Heng first saw her back, he felt that she resembled Jing Li... Of course he didn't express this idea to Jing Li. Jing Li continued to describe the death fight that night.When talking about the heroic sacrifice of the four Emei warriors, Yan Heng couldn't help sighing when he thought of his fellow disciples who were massacred by Wudang on Mount Qingcheng. "It's a pity that I didn't get to know them..." Yan Heng said sadly. "Yes..." Jing Li's face also became heavy.He was silent for a while, and then said again: "Ye Chenyuan couldn't find us, so he must have already headed towards Mount Emei by now." "Brother Jing... do you think that the death of Senior Sun and others in this battle will change the mind of the Yu head of the Emei Sect and rise up to fight against Wudang?" Jing Li shook his head. "It's too late... Yu Qinglin said that he wants to form an alliance with Wudang, but he is afraid of Wudang in his bones." He looked at the ripples on the river. "Once a warrior abandons his pride and dignity, it will be difficult to regain his fighting spirit." Yan Heng savored Jing Li's words carefully.He nodded in agreement. Jing Li looked at Yan Heng's expression, smiled slightly, and suddenly punched Yan Heng on the head with his right fist. Yan Heng was concentrating on thinking about the sentence just now, without any precautions, without thinking or thinking, he naturally stretched out his left hand to block Jing Li's fist.Jing Li was just trying a move, the fist didn't actually have any strength. "I've made progress." Jing Li closed his fists and said with a smile. "The mind method I said before, after this battle, you have already started." Yan Heng looked at his hands.In the battle that night, although he was unconscious later, he now vaguely remembers that at that time, he unknowingly imitated his master He Zisheng and used the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" move-in the past, he held the sword repeatedly. I haven't tried the double weapon competition, I really can't figure out how I can do it. The excitement of suddenly leaping forward in martial arts made his heart beat faster. ——Although, after listening to the description of Jing Li's battle with Wudang's "Bing Crow Road" assassin, Yan Heng knew that he was still far away from the Wudang faction. At this time, a person came over, it was Tong Jing, the eldest lady of the Minjiang gang.She didn't wear that gorgeous military uniform anymore, she was dressed in plain blue instead, and her bun hair was a bit more girlish.There is no sword on his body. "Hero Yan, you're awake!" Tong Jing no longer had that arrogant expression when they met for the first time, but respect instead.She is younger than Yan Heng, so of course she can't call Yan Heng a "young hero". "How do you feel about your body?" "It's much better..." Yan Heng clasped his fists together.He recalled that night, when Tong Jing stuck to himself who was trapped in the trap, he was very moved.Looking at Tong Jing's heroic and beautiful eyes, she was looking at herself with admiration, and she couldn't help blushing. Tong Jing's face was also red.She remembered that when Yan Heng fell down that day, she had no choice but to hug his body.I just got out of danger at the time, so I didn't feel a bit embarrassed, but now I feel a little embarrassed in retrospect. ——I don’t know if he was really unconscious at that time? ... Tong Jing remembered one thing.She took out something from the cloth pouch at her waist and handed it to Yan Heng.It was a neatly folded cyan sweat towel, the fabric was very ordinary, with a flying bird embroidered on it. "Before leaving the city, Aunt Wang entrusted me to hand it over to you. Thank you for avenging her. She said that her family was poor and there was nothing she could do to repay her. She could only give you this sweat scarf embroidered by herself as a souvenir." Tong Jing was a little sad when she spoke. "I think this scarf was originally embroidered for her son Ah Yong." Yan Heng took the sweat towel and stroked the embroidered bird pattern with her fingers. Looking at it, Yan Heng felt that all the pain on his body was worth it. "I have one more thing to say." Tong Jing's face looked very serious. "It should be said that there is one thing I would like to ask you two." "Miss Tong, please go ahead and say it." Yan Heng was a little surprised. Tong Jing suddenly knelt down on the deck towards Yan Heng and Jing Lie. "Please let me learn martial arts from you!" Yan Heng hurriedly stepped forward to help Tong Jing up, but thought he was too embarrassed to touch her, so he stopped half way out of his hand.On the contrary, Jing Li stretched out his hand to support her upper arm naturally.The thin and small Tong Jing got up easily by him. "I...how..." Yan Heng stammered. "How can I be qualified to be someone's master? Stop joking..." "I have loved swords and swords since I was a child, and I have practiced martial arts with many masters. There are good fighters in the gang, and there are also martial arts masters hired by my father for me. There are at least twenty or thirty." Tong Jing said earnestly. "I thought that I had achieved a little by gathering so many families. But I saw the sword skills of Yan Xiashi in the Ma Pai Gang that night, and I knew what a real sword is. In front of this authentic martial arts, I used to learn The ones here are nothing compared to children's playthings, they are all a waste of time." Jing Li found it very interesting to listen to Tong Jing's words. ——Unexpectedly, this girl is actually a little martial idiot... "But you don't need to..." Yan Heng shook his head. "You two don't know. My father is the leader of the Minjiang Gang, and I have been a descendant of the Jianghu Gang all my life. No famous sect in the world would accept me as a disciple." Tong Jing's eyes flashed with determination. "I'm destined to meet you this time, and I will never let go of this opportunity!" Yan Heng didn't know what to do, he looked at Jing Li, hoping he would refuse. "You have to know..." Jing Li said to Tong Jing: "We will travel across states and provinces and wander around. If you want to learn from us, you have to follow us." "I know." Tong Jing nodded vigorously. "In addition, you should also know that both of us are enemies of the Wudang faction. It is very dangerous to follow us." "I know too." Jing Li caressed the short beard on his chin.He pointed at Yan Heng. "There is one more thing you may not know: To acquire sword skills like his, you don't have to be willing to learn. You need to have the talent of 'innate power'. If you didn't learn well before, maybe it's not because your master is bad, but It's just that you're not talented." These words finally moved Tong Jing.But after a while, she bit her lower lip again, and her eyes became firm again. "Whether you have talent or not, you have to practice to know." Tong Jing said with a look like a little boy. Jing Li couldn't help laughing again when he heard it.He said to Yan Heng, "She looks a bit like you." When Yan Heng and Tong Jing heard this, their cheeks flushed red again. "If you want us to teach you, you have to agree to one thing." Jing Li said solemnly: "Even if we only teach you for a day, if we think you don't have this talent, we will ask you to leave. We ask you to leave, you just say a word. You don’t have to say any more, you have to go.” Tong Jing was very excited, smiling brightly, and nodded sharply. "Brother Jing, are you serious?" Yan Heng asked in astonishment. Jing Li didn't answer him, picked up the paddle, turned around and left. "One more thing to promise." Jing Li walked and said, "Don't call us Master." He turned his head and smiled: "We are still young. Just call me Big Brother." Jing Li left them behind and walked towards the bow of the ship. Hu Linglan was still standing at the bow of the boat, blowing the river wind silently. "What are your plans?" Jing Li stood beside her and asked, "Do you want to go back to Satsuma?" Hu Linglan remained silent.The two stood at the bow of the boat speechless. After a while, she finally said: "I can't go back." She turned her head and looked directly at Jing Li. "Unless, with your head." Jing Li smiled nonchalantly. "But after that night... even if I agree to a duel with you now, you won't be able to kill me anymore, right?" At the same time, the two remembered the scene when they were hiding in the dark alley back to back that night. Also, Sun Wuyue hugged Jiang Yunlan when she was dying, and neither of them could cut it off. Hu Linglan was noncommittal.But it is equal to the default. "You also killed members of the Wudang faction." Jing Li said. "Every day you stay in Middle Earth, you will be in danger every day." "Just tell them to come and find me." Hu Linglan put her right hand on the handle of the knife. "Fighting requires companions." Jing Li said and left. "Even for people like you and me." Hu Linglan watched Jing Li step forward. I also remembered the back that was illuminated by lightning on a rainy night two years ago. Complicated emotions surged into Hu Linglan's heart, just like Jiang Chao slapping the hull of the boat.
Back in the cabin, Jing Li sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a hunting knife from beside the pillow, put the oar across his legs, and began to carve stripes on the oar. It is the first time to carve three lines on the oar in one breath. But these three horizontal stripes are not arranged together with the old ones, but carved in another vacant space. Because these three engraved patterns are dedicated to those Emei warriors who fought side by side with him through life and death. Jing Li gritted his teeth, and forcefully cut the knife into the solid body of the oar. Unknowingly, he shed silent tears.
Two days later, Ye Chenyuan led the Wudang Expeditionary Army to Mount Emei. ——Jiang Yunlan didn't accompany him.When he returned to the inn in Chengdu that night, he announced that he would be disqualified from being a soldier and crow, and set off for Wudang Mountain alone the next day. Ye Chenyuan and his party walked into the main hall of the "Tiefeng Tower" of the headquarter of the Emei Sect, and no one stopped them along the way. On the main seat of the main hall of the "Tiefeng Tower", Yu Qinglin, the contemporary head of Emei's "Shenlong Eight Spears", sat nervously. Behind him is a large gold-plated iron gun placed horizontally on a weapon rack. It was a gift from Lu Cunzhong, the former head of the extinct Qingcheng School, to Emei. The position of Xuanxuan. Yu Qinglin had already prepared a lot of rhetoric in his heart that he would form an alliance with the Wudang faction and jointly rule the Wulin. But in the end, there was no chance to say a word. Ye Chenyuan didn't say a word either. He entered the center of the main hall and held up the wooden token representing the head of Wudang. The disciple of "Soldier Crow Dao" behind him immediately threw something. The thing rolled across the ground.When it finally came to a standstill, and all Master Emei's disciples could see what it was, the air in the "Tiefeng Building" seemed to be frozen. Sun Wuyue's head. ——As Jing Li said: Honor and pride are the walls that guard the heart of a warrior.Once it retreats half an inch, it is like an irreparable crack in the city wall, and there is only one way to collapse. A day later, the plaque of "Tiefeng Building" was removed and burned, and a new name was hung: "Wudang School Emei Dojo".
So far the Wudang faction has completely conquered the martial arts in Sichuan Province. It is one step closer to "Invincible".
In addition to taking a sedan chair, it is also the first time in Yan Heng's life to take a boat.Fortunately, this sailboat with the flag of the Minjiang Gang was very big, and the wind and waves on the river were not in a hurry today. Although Yan Heng was in poor health, he did not feel dizzy. When walking on the deck, the crew members of the Minjiang Gang who were working all stopped their work and bowed respectfully to Yan Heng.They all knew that this swordsman from Qingcheng broke through the Mapai Gang on his own and killed the Cai father and son who were not as good as pigs and dogs. Jing Li and Yan Heng stood side by side by the boat, breathing in the clear river breeze and looking at the beautiful scenery along the river.Yan Heng remembered that he had been born and died twice in a row recently. Seeing this peaceful riverside scenery, he felt like he didn't know where the world was. Jing Lie told Yan Heng how he fought against the four masters of the Wudang faction that night.When talking about Hu Linglan, Jing Li pointed in the direction of the bow of the ship. Yan Heng looked from a distance and saw Shimadzu Hu Linglan standing on the bow of the boat with her back to them, the huge Nodachi still hanging from her waist, and her vermilion clothes were blown flying by the wind.She also had many bandages on her arms and legs. "Is that her?..." Yan Heng looked at Hu Linglan's graceful and handsome standing posture, and felt attracted. ——For some reason, when Yan Heng first saw her back, he felt that she resembled Jing Li... Of course he didn't express this idea to Jing Li. Jing Li continued to describe the death fight that night.When talking about the heroic sacrifice of the four Emei warriors, Yan Heng couldn't help sighing when he thought of his fellow disciples who were massacred by Wudang on Mount Qingcheng. "It's a pity that I didn't get to know them..." Yan Heng said sadly. "Yes..." Jing Li's face also became heavy.He was silent for a while, and then said again: "Ye Chenyuan couldn't find us, so he must have already headed towards Mount Emei by now." "Brother Jing... do you think that the death of Senior Sun and others in this battle will change the mind of the Yu head of the Emei Sect and rise up to fight against Wudang?" Jing Li shook his head. "It's too late... Yu Qinglin said that he wants to form an alliance with Wudang, but he is afraid of Wudang in his bones." He looked at the ripples on the river. "Once a warrior abandons his pride and dignity, it will be difficult to regain his fighting spirit." Yan Heng savored Jing Li's words carefully.He nodded in agreement. Jing Li looked at Yan Heng's expression, smiled slightly, and suddenly punched Yan Heng on the head with his right fist. Yan Heng was concentrating on thinking about the sentence just now, without any precautions, without thinking or thinking, he naturally stretched out his left hand to block Jing Li's fist.Jing Li was just trying a move, the fist didn't actually have any strength. "I've made progress." Jing Li closed his fists and said with a smile. "The mind method I said before, after this battle, you have already started." Yan Heng looked at his hands.In the battle that night, although he was unconscious later, he now vaguely remembers that at that time, he unknowingly imitated his master He Zisheng and used the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" move-in the past, he held the sword repeatedly. I haven't tried the double weapon competition, I really can't figure out how I can do it. The excitement of suddenly leaping forward in martial arts made his heart beat faster. ——Although, after listening to the description of Jing Li's battle with Wudang's "Bing Crow Road" assassin, Yan Heng knew that he was still far away from the Wudang faction. At this time, a person came over, it was Tong Jing, the eldest lady of the Minjiang gang.She didn't wear that gorgeous military uniform anymore, she was dressed in plain blue instead, and her bun hair was a bit more girlish.There is no sword on his body. "Hero Yan, you're awake!" Tong Jing no longer had that arrogant expression when they met for the first time, but respect instead.She is younger than Yan Heng, so of course she can't call Yan Heng a "young hero". "How do you feel about your body?" "It's much better..." Yan Heng clasped his fists together.He recalled that night, when Tong Jing stuck to himself who was trapped in the trap, he was very moved.Looking at Tong Jing's heroic and beautiful eyes, she was looking at herself with admiration, and she couldn't help blushing. Tong Jing's face was also red.She remembered that when Yan Heng fell down that day, she had no choice but to hug his body.I just got out of danger at the time, so I didn't feel a bit embarrassed, but now I feel a little embarrassed in retrospect. ——I don’t know if he was really unconscious at that time? ... Tong Jing remembered one thing.She took out something from the cloth pouch at her waist and handed it to Yan Heng.It was a neatly folded cyan sweat towel, the fabric was very ordinary, with a flying bird embroidered on it. "Before leaving the city, Aunt Wang entrusted me to hand it over to you. Thank you for avenging her. She said that her family was poor and there was nothing she could do to repay her. She could only give you this sweat scarf embroidered by herself as a souvenir." Tong Jing was a little sad when she spoke. "I think this scarf was originally embroidered for her son Ah Yong." Yan Heng took the sweat towel and stroked the embroidered bird pattern with her fingers. Looking at it, Yan Heng felt that all the pain on his body was worth it. "I have one more thing to say." Tong Jing's face looked very serious. "It should be said that there is one thing I would like to ask you two." "Miss Tong, please go ahead and say it." Yan Heng was a little surprised. Tong Jing suddenly knelt down on the deck towards Yan Heng and Jing Lie. "Please let me learn martial arts from you!" Yan Heng hurriedly stepped forward to help Tong Jing up, but thought he was too embarrassed to touch her, so he stopped half way out of his hand.On the contrary, Jing Li stretched out his hand to support her upper arm naturally.The thin and small Tong Jing got up easily by him. "I...how..." Yan Heng stammered. "How can I be qualified to be someone's master? Stop joking..." "I have loved swords and swords since I was a child, and I have practiced martial arts with many masters. There are good fighters in the gang, and there are also martial arts masters hired by my father for me. There are at least twenty or thirty." Tong Jing said earnestly. "I thought that I had achieved a little by gathering so many families. But I saw the sword skills of Yan Xiashi in the Ma Pai Gang that night, and I knew what a real sword is. In front of this authentic martial arts, I used to learn The ones here are nothing compared to children's playthings, they are all a waste of time." Jing Li found it very interesting to listen to Tong Jing's words. ——Unexpectedly, this girl is actually a little martial idiot... "But you don't need to..." Yan Heng shook his head. "You two don't know. My father is the leader of the Minjiang Gang, and I have been a descendant of the Jianghu Gang all my life. No famous sect in the world would accept me as a disciple." Tong Jing's eyes flashed with determination. "I'm destined to meet you this time, and I will never let go of this opportunity!" Yan Heng didn't know what to do, he looked at Jing Li, hoping he would refuse. "You have to know..." Jing Li said to Tong Jing: "We will travel across states and provinces and wander around. If you want to learn from us, you have to follow us." "I know." Tong Jing nodded vigorously. "In addition, you should also know that both of us are enemies of the Wudang faction. It is very dangerous to follow us." "I know too." Jing Li caressed the short beard on his chin.He pointed at Yan Heng. "There is one more thing you may not know: To acquire sword skills like his, you don't have to be willing to learn. You need to have the talent of 'innate power'. If you didn't learn well before, maybe it's not because your master is bad, but It's just that you're not talented." These words finally moved Tong Jing.But after a while, she bit her lower lip again, and her eyes became firm again. "Whether you have talent or not, you have to practice to know." Tong Jing said with a look like a little boy. Jing Li couldn't help laughing again when he heard it.He said to Yan Heng, "She looks a bit like you." When Yan Heng and Tong Jing heard this, their cheeks flushed red again. "If you want us to teach you, you have to agree to one thing." Jing Li said solemnly: "Even if we only teach you for a day, if we think you don't have this talent, we will ask you to leave. We ask you to leave, you just say a word. You don’t have to say any more, you have to go.” Tong Jing was very excited, smiling brightly, and nodded sharply. "Brother Jing, are you serious?" Yan Heng asked in astonishment. Jing Li didn't answer him, picked up the paddle, turned around and left. "One more thing to promise." Jing Li walked and said, "Don't call us Master." He turned his head and smiled: "We are still young. Just call me Big Brother." Jing Li left them behind and walked towards the bow of the ship. Hu Linglan was still standing at the bow of the boat, blowing the river wind silently. "What are your plans?" Jing Li stood beside her and asked, "Do you want to go back to Satsuma?" Hu Linglan remained silent.The two stood at the bow of the boat speechless. After a while, she finally said: "I can't go back." She turned her head and looked directly at Jing Li. "Unless, with your head." Jing Li smiled nonchalantly. "But after that night... even if I agree to a duel with you now, you won't be able to kill me anymore, right?" At the same time, the two remembered the scene when they were hiding in the dark alley back to back that night. Also, Sun Wuyue hugged Jiang Yunlan when she was dying, and neither of them could cut it off. Hu Linglan was noncommittal.But it is equal to the default. "You also killed members of the Wudang faction." Jing Li said. "Every day you stay in Middle Earth, you will be in danger every day." "Just tell them to come and find me." Hu Linglan put her right hand on the handle of the knife. "Fighting requires companions." Jing Li said and left. "Even for people like you and me." Hu Linglan watched Jing Li step forward. I also remembered the back that was illuminated by lightning on a rainy night two years ago. Complicated emotions surged into Hu Linglan's heart, just like Jiang Chao slapping the hull of the boat.
Back in the cabin, Jing Li sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a hunting knife from beside the pillow, put the oar across his legs, and began to carve stripes on the oar. It is the first time to carve three lines on the oar in one breath. But these three horizontal stripes are not arranged together with the old ones, but carved in another vacant space. Because these three engraved patterns are dedicated to those Emei warriors who fought side by side with him through life and death. Jing Li gritted his teeth, and forcefully cut the knife into the solid body of the oar. Unknowingly, he shed silent tears.
Two days later, Ye Chenyuan led the Wudang Expeditionary Army to Mount Emei. ——Jiang Yunlan didn't accompany him.When he returned to the inn in Chengdu that night, he announced that he would be disqualified from being a soldier and crow, and set off for Wudang Mountain alone the next day. Ye Chenyuan and his party walked into the main hall of the "Tiefeng Tower" of the headquarter of the Emei Sect, and no one stopped them along the way. On the main seat of the main hall of the "Tiefeng Tower", Yu Qinglin, the contemporary head of Emei's "Shenlong Eight Spears", sat nervously. Behind him is a large gold-plated iron gun placed horizontally on a weapon rack. It was a gift from Lu Cunzhong, the former head of the extinct Qingcheng School, to Emei. The position of Xuanxuan. Yu Qinglin had already prepared a lot of rhetoric in his heart that he would form an alliance with the Wudang faction and jointly rule the Wulin. But in the end, there was no chance to say a word. Ye Chenyuan didn't say a word either. He entered the center of the main hall and held up the wooden token representing the head of Wudang. The disciple of "Soldier Crow Dao" behind him immediately threw something. The thing rolled across the ground.When it finally came to a standstill, and all Master Emei's disciples could see what it was, the air in the "Tiefeng Building" seemed to be frozen. Sun Wuyue's head. ——As Jing Li said: Honor and pride are the walls that guard the heart of a warrior.Once it retreats half an inch, it is like an irreparable crack in the city wall, and there is only one way to collapse. A day later, the plaque of "Tiefeng Building" was removed and burned, and a new name was hung: "Wudang School Emei Dojo".
So far the Wudang faction has completely conquered the martial arts in Sichuan Province. It is one step closer to "Invincible".