Chapter 15 The fifteenth round of incense Taoist

April 13th, before dawn.The back mountain of Wudang was dark, and after midnight, there was already a chill in the wind. In the quiet night sky mountain, wisps of white smoke rise from the feet, but I don't know if it is a cloud?Or fog? Looking at it from a distance, one can vaguely see the majestic and majestic shadow of the ancient Taoist temple. When they got here, the person who led the way left: "You wait here, someone will come to pick you up soon." Lu Xiaofeng didn't ask much, and he didn't want to know who this person was. Although today was a big day, his spirit was not very good.

He has too many nieces. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long, and someone lowered his voice in the darkness and asked, "What are you here for?" This is the code they agreed upon, and the answer should be: "Come and find Douzi, thirteen Douzi." Sure enough, a person appeared in the darkness, Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "Who are you?" "Peng Changbei." Peng Changbei actually looked a bit like a bean, round and small, with bright eyes and quick movements. He quickly sized Lu Xiaofeng's eyes and said with a straight face, "Have you ever drunk?"

Of course Lu Xiaofeng drank, and drank a lot. Peng Changbei said: "It's not allowed to drink alcohol, speak vulgar words, look at women, walk too fast, or speak too loudly here." Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "Is farting allowed here?" Peng Changbei lowered his face, and said coldly: "I don't know what you used to do, and I don't want to know. When you get here, you have to abide by the rules here." Lu Xiaofeng stopped laughing, and he couldn't laugh anymore.He knew he had met another difficult person. Peng Changbei said: "There is one more thing you'd better remember."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "What's the matter?" Peng Changbei said: "When you get to the mountain, go to sleep with your head covered. Don't deal with people. If someone asks you, just say that I asked you to help." He thought for a while, and then said: "My junior brother Chang Qing is a very powerful person, if you meet him, you have to be more careful with what you say." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I will definitely be very careful, very careful." Peng Changbei said: "Okay, follow me." Not only is he agile, but his lightness kung fu is also very good.

Lu Xiaofeng really didn't expect that the chief manager of a firework Taoist would have such a good skill. Peng Changbei was even more surprised that Lu Xiaofeng could keep up with him, no matter how fast he was, Lu Xiaofeng could always keep the same distance from him. The old swordsman obviously didn't tell him Lu Xiaofeng's background and identity. Except for Lao Daodaozi himself, everyone doesn't seem to know much. So even if one or two of them lose their wind, it won't affect the whole plan. Before dawn, people in the Xiangji Kitchen in the back mountain have started to work, washing rice, lighting a fire, washing vegetables, and cooking porridge. Everyone is doing their own things silently, and few people speak.

This manager Peng must be more rude to his fellow pyrotechnicians than he was to Lu Xiaofeng. Behind Xiangji Kitchen, there are two rows of wooden houses, the one at the farthest side has baskets of pickled radishes that have not been completely dried, and an old bamboo bed is placed in the corner. Peng Changbei said: "You sleep here." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking: "How long did you sleep?" Peng Changbei said: "Sleeping until I come to you, there is food here anyway." Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback: "Eat these pickled radishes?" Peng Changbei said coldly: "Pickled radishes are also eaten by humans."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, smiled wryly and muttered: "I'm afraid I'll fart if I eat too much pickled radish." Peng Changbei said: "You don't have to eat, even if you starve for a day, you won't die of starvation." He was ready to leave: "Is there anything else you don't understand?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is only one thing." Peng Changbei said, "Say it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I just wonder why you didn't change your career and become a cell boss?" After the questioning, he lay down on the bamboo bed, covered his head with a thin quilt, and ignored the dead.

Hearing the sound of the door "bang", Peng Changbei could only vent his anger on the wooden door. Lu Xiaofeng smiled. To deal with this kind of person, you can only try to make him angry, as long as there is a chance to make him angry, don't miss it, it is best to make him half dead. But this quilt already stinks Lu Xiaofeng to death, he stretched out his head to take a breath, the smell of pickled radish is not much better than this quilt, only people with blocked noses may be able to sleep here. The dawn in the east has already dyed the window paper white, and then the sun shines on the window lattice.

He stared helplessly at the only window in the house, telling him to just lie here like this, and then helplessly wait for the sun to set, it would kill him.What's more, now he was very hungry, and asking him to eat pickled radish would kill him even more. With so many terrible things, if he can still stay, he is not Lu Xiaofeng. Even if what Peng Changbei said was an imperial decree, Lu Xiaofeng didn't care, anyway, he had to find something to eat in the kitchen first. Since there are so many distinguished guests on the mountain, there must be some top-quality mushrooms and mushrooms in Xiangji Kitchen.

Although he would rather eat big fish and big meat, he has no objection to eating vegetarian once in a while. He was simply against starvation.He believed that everyone should have freedom from hunger. The sun has risen very high, and the people in Xiangji Kitchen are putting porridge, vegetables and snacks into food boxes painted with red paint, and then sending them out separately. Although the breakfast is simpler, the vegetarian dishes are still very delicate, obviously for the distinguished guests. Lu Xiaofeng was about to think of a way to get a food box and take it back to his hut to enjoy, when suddenly he heard a person shout loudly: "Come here."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a gloomy horse face. From the looks of it, he was very unpleasant. Lu Xiaofeng looked eastward, westward, forward and backward, but there was no one else around. This horse-faced Taoist is calling him. He just walked over. He seemed to be the only Taoist priest who was temporarily called in to help. The Taoist priest didn't ask him where he came from, but just asked him to send the largest food box to the "Tingzhu Courtyard", and he had to send it quickly. Lu Xiaofeng picked up the food box and left. He saw that in the food box was a plate of braised bamboo shoots, a plate of edamame beans, a plate of tofu with mushrooms, a plate of Luo Han Shang Zhai, and a large pot of fragrant japonica rice porridge. These things are all to his taste, and he really wants to eat them first. If he really did that, he wouldn't be Lu Xiaofeng anymore. Lu Xiaofeng's work is not completely disrespectful, he doesn't want to miss a big deal. Since the dishes in this food box are exquisite, the people who live in Tingzhu Courtyard are of course special distinguished guests. The only problem now is that he doesn't know where Tingzhu Courtyard is at all. He was trying to find a more friendly-looking person to ask, but he saw the most unfriendly-looking person. Peng Changbei was staring at him coldly, and suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know who lives in Zhu Xiaoyuan?" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head. Peng Changbei said: "It's Shaolin Iron Shoulder." Lu Xiaofeng's palms seemed to be sweating. He recognized Tie Jian. Not only did this old monk have sharp eyes, he was also a famous arrester before he became a monk.He is not good at anything in the underworld. It is said that he is the most skilled in disguise. Even the number one snitch in the Jianghu in the past, "The Man with Thousand Faces", fell into his hands. Peng Changbei said coldly: "If he sees that you have disguised yourself, you will be finished." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "Can I not go?" Peng Changbei said: "No." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why?" Peng Changbei said: "Because the person who sent you this errand is Song Changqing, and he is already paying attention to you." Fortunately, Tingzhu Xiaoyuan is not difficult to find. Follow Peng Changbei's instructions and walk along the gravel path, and you can see a verdant bamboo forest. When he walked over, there was a man in front of him, his blue cloth clothes had been washed white, and there were seventeen or eighteen large patches. He recognized this person, he didn't need to see this person's face to recognize him. The rules of the Beggars' Gang are the biggest. The sacks carried on the backs of the Beggars' Gang disciples are called grade bags. If you have the status of a disciple of the seven sacks, you have to carry seven sacks, neither one more nor one less, which is even stricter than the ranking of imperial officials. Disciples of Seven Sacks are deacons and elders in the beggar gang, only the gang leader is qualified to carry nine sacks. The person walking in front of Lu Xiaofeng had ten sacks behind him. This is the only exception in the hundreds of years since the Beggars' Gang was established, because this person has made great achievements for the Beggars' Gang, but he just retired after finishing his work, even the leader of the Beggars' Gang is unwilling to be a leader. In order to show respect and gratitude to him, thousands of disciples from all over the beggar gang cut off a small piece of their own sack and gave it to him to symbolize his honor and power. This person is Wang Shibao. Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and deliberately walked slowly. Wang Shibao is nearly eighty this year, and he is already too old to be old. There are not many things in the world that can be hidden from him. Lu Xiaofeng really didn't want to be seen by him, but he couldn't hide, he obviously went to the Tingzhu courtyard, and many friends were already waiting for him there, all of his friends were high-status martial arts celebrities. Taoist Mu, Gao Xingkong, and Eagle Eyed Seventh Brother were all there, as well as the tall and mighty old man—what is the identity of this person? A neatly groomed, white-faced, slightly bearded middle-aged Daoist is none other than Bashan Xiaogu. A young man with simple clothes and a quiet attitude, who is always full of confidence and love for life, is Huamanlou who has not been seen for a long time. No one could tell that he was blind, and he seemed to have forgotten it himself. Although he cannot see with his eyes, he can see with his heart, understand, sympathize with, and care for others. So his life is always full. Every time Lu Xiaofeng saw him, an indescribable warmth surged in his heart. It is not only friendship, but also a kind of respect from the heart. The cloud room was elegant and quiet, when Lu Xiaofeng entered, they were talking about what Taoist Mu saw in the restaurant that day. Undoubtedly, Lu Xiaofeng was very interested in this topic, and deliberately did everything slowly, trying not to turn his face on these people. They paid him no attention at all, and the conversation did not stop. "Ximen Chuuxue is telling the truth." Mu Taoist's judgment has always been taken seriously: "To be able to catch him for a round of fast attack, there will never be more than three people." "You can't see the origin of the masked swordsman in black?" It was Bashan Xiaogu who asked. He himself is also a master of swordsmanship, and his family has seventy-seven forty-nine-hand Huifengwu Liujian, which is also known as the three major swordsmanship of Xuanmen, together with Wudang's Liangyi Excalibur and Kunlun's Feilong Dajiu. "That man's strikes are light and sophisticated, and his skills are so profound that he is almost no longer under the old care." Mu Taoist's eyes were full of thought: "The most strange thing is that he used Wudang swordsmanship. But it is sharper and more vicious than Wudang swordsmanship." "How do you think he is better than you?" This time it was Wang Shibao who asked the question, and only he could ask such a question. Taoist Mu smiled: "I haven't held a sword with these hands for at least ten years." "Your hands don't itch?" "When my hands are itchy, I'll go get the chess pieces and the wine glass." The Mu Taoist said with a smile, "It's not only easier and more enjoyable than holding a sword, but it's also much safer." "So you just stood by that day." "I can only stand by and watch. I not only have a wine glass in my hand, but also a jug." "Who's that drinking friend you speak of?" "That man is said to be a Beijing official who has returned from his old age, but I think he is a bit suspicious." Hawkeye Lao Qi said eagerly. "suspicious?" "Although he tried his best to look like an old man, his footwork is not weak. He fell down the stairs, and he didn't even have a problem. He looks like an acquaintance of us." Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he just wanted to run away. "Who do you think he looks like?" "Sikong Zhaixing." Lu Xiaofeng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't want to leave again. They began to talk about the four most mysterious old men. "Those four people not only have extremely deep skills, but also have very close paths." Taoist Mu said with a wry smile: "It's hard to find one person like that, but suddenly four people appeared at the same time that day. It fell from the sky." Gao Xingkong pondered, and slowly said: "What's even more strange is that their expressions and behaviors seem to be similar, and even their appearance seems to be somewhat similar, as if they are brothers." "Brother?" Tie Jian frowned: "A brother like this, I only know..." He didn't go on. He has never been a person who makes judgments easily, and his status cannot be judged lightly. But the veterans present here obviously understood what he meant: "You mean Tiger and Leopard Brothers?" Tie Jian neither admitted nor denied it. Mu Taoist laughed again: "Even if they are still alive, they will never take the girl from 'Mancui Tower' to drink." "The girl from Mancui Tower?" Wang Shibao rushed to ask: "You seem to be quite expert in this kind of thing. Have you been to Mancui Tower?" "Of course I have been." Taoist Mu smiled leisurely, "As long as there is wine to drink, I will go anywhere." Wang Shibao also laughed loudly: "The tone of this old man's speech is exactly the same as that of Lu Xiaofeng." The topic seemed to have turned to Lu Xiaofeng. Lu Xiaofeng was about to run away again. Eagle Eye Seventh suddenly said: "There is one more thing I can't figure out." Mu Taoist said: "What's the matter?" Eagle-eyed old seven said: "How could a Beijing official who retired from his old age and returned to his hometown suddenly become a pyrotechnic priest?" Lu Xiaofeng's hands and feet were cold, it was too late to leave. Hawkeye Lao Qi flew up, blocked his way, and said coldly: "You can't go." Lu Xiaofeng seemed surprised: "Why can't I go?" Hawkeye Old Seven said: "Because I can't figure this out, only you can tell me." Gao Xingkong also jumped up: "That's right, he is that friend who lives on wine, why did he come here?" The elegant Yunfang was suddenly filled with murderous aura. No matter who is in charge of Twelve Links, it is inevitable that three or five people will be killed in a month. Gao Xingkong is ruthless and cruel, and he is also a well-known powerful figure in the Jianghu. As long as they start to act, there is a chance to kill. One after the other, they have completely blocked Lu Xiaofeng's escape route. Even if Lu Xiaofeng can grow ten pairs of wings, it will be very difficult for Lu Xiaofeng to fly out of this room. It's just that if there is one person in the world who can escape from this room, it must be Lu Xiaofeng. He suddenly laughed: "I seem to have lost." Hawkeye Old Seven said coldly: "You are doomed." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I have bet no less than 800 times with others in my life, and this time I lost the worst." Hawkeye Old Seven said: "Bet, what are you betting on?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Someone bet with me that as long as I can stay in this room for a cup of tea without being recognized, he will lose me a good drink, otherwise he will call me an asshole from now on." Hawkeye Old Seven sneered. He didn't believe that at all, but he still couldn't help asking: "Who is this person who bet with you?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Of course he himself is a bastard, and he is an extra-large bastard." Hawkeye Old Seven asked, "Who?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Lu Xiaofeng." When the name was said, everyone couldn't help but be moved: "Is he still alive?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "How can a dead person bet?" Hawkeye Old Seven asked, "Where are his people?" Lu Xiaofeng raised his head, waved to the opposite window, and said, "Are you still coming in?" Of course everyone couldn't help looking over there, but he himself took the opportunity to slip away from the other side. The windows on both sides were open, and he shot out like an arrow, kicking on the eaves. When the eaves collapsed, he had already used his strength to plunder another five feet. There are people shouting from behind, everyone's lightness skills are very good, although the collapsed eaves can stop them for a while, they will chase them out soon. Lu Xiaofeng didn't even dare to look back. The building of the Taoist temple is ancient, tall and spacious. Although there are many hiding places, he dare not take risks. Today is the thirteenth day, and all the people who should have arrived have arrived, and those who have arrived are all masters. No matter where it is hidden, someone may find it, and no matter who finds it, it is very difficult to get out. Of course he can't escape down the mountain either, he can't miss what happened today, and he doesn't want to miss it. After three or five lifts, someone from the opposite side had climbed onto the ridge of the roof, and of course someone was chasing after him. Then, figures appeared on the left and right sides, outflanking him from all directions, and he almost had nowhere to go. He just jumped down. There seemed to be more people below, and footsteps sounded from all directions. He turned two or three corners of the room, and suddenly found a person in front of him looking at him coldly, his face was expressionless, it was Peng Changbei's younger brother, Zhang Qing, the deputy director of the Pyrotechnic Taoist. Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback, forced a smile and said, "Hello." Changqing said coldly: "I'm not good, and you are even worse. As long as I yell, everyone will rush here. Even if you can knock me down all at once, it's useless." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "What do you want?" Chang Qing said: "I just want you to understand this." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I already understand." Chang Qing said: "Then you'd better let me catch you, it will be good for you in the future." Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and said: "Well, anyway, sooner or later I will not be able to escape, so I might as well just sell you my friendship." Changqing's eyes lit up, and he rushed over with a stride. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Can you be more gentle?" Chang Qing said: "Okay." This word is an opening sound, he only uttered this word, something was stuffed into his mouth, he punched it, and the acupoints under his side were also blocked. Lu Xiaofeng had already turned around the front room corner, he could only watch helplessly. But he knew that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't escape, because further forward was the main hall. The current head of Wudang is in the main hall. In front of the main hall is an empty and spacious courtyard, no one can hide, the light in the main hall is dim, cigarettes are lingering, all the disputes and troubles in the world have been isolated outside the threshold. Lu Xiaofeng actually rushed in.He's obviously already prepared to hide here. He knew that people all had a weakness in their hearts, hiding it in the most obvious place would make it harder to be found. Now the time for the morning class is over, even if there are still people in the hall, they should be startled by the shout just now. He really didn't expect that there were people inside. A tall and tall Taoist stood silently in front of the divine case, not knowing whether he was praying for the safety of mankind, or meditating on his own mistakes. On the divine table in front of him was a sword. A seven-star sword symbolizing honor and power. This person was actually Shi Yan. Lu Xiaofeng was even more surprised, he tiptoed to the ground, and immediately jumped up. The beams on the main hall are ten feet above the ground. No one can sweep ten feet. He sprang up, with the toe of his left foot touching the instep of his right foot, he performed the extremely light kung fu of "Tiyun Zong", which has been passed down for a long time in martial arts. He actually grabbed the beam. Shi Yan still stood there silently, as if lost in thought. Just as Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Shibao, Gao Xingkong, Eagle Eye Laoqi, and Bashan Xiaogu all rushed in. "Did anyone come in just now?" Shi Yan turned around slowly and said, "Yes." The word "yes" was heard by Lu Xiaofeng, almost as if a criminal heard that he had been sentenced to death. "Where is the person?" "It's right here." Shi Yan smiled: "I just came in." Everyone has left, even Shi Yan. If the head of Wudang said that no one has been here, then even if someone saw Lu Xiaofeng here, they must think they were wrong. Many people think that Wudang's words are even more reliable than their own eyes. Of course Shi Yan would never lie, with his eyes and ears, could it be that he really didn't know that someone had come in? Lu Xiaofeng suddenly remembered the children's game of hide and seek. ——One child hides behind the uncle's chair, another child comes to look for it, and the uncle always says, "There's no one here." Shi Yan is not his uncle, why should he cover for him? Lu Xiaofeng didn't think about it. The dust was so thick on the beams that he lay down anyway, hoping to sleep. Now he can never show his face again, he can only wait here, "when the lights go out". When that moment comes, he can still shoot on the crossbar. That's why he chose this place to hide. At least there is no stench of pickled radish here. It's a pity he still can't sleep.He is afraid of falling. Not only was he afraid of people falling, but also the dust on the beams, so he didn't even dare to move. When he thought about being hungry, he began to regret why he didn't stay in that room honestly?The smell of pickled radish is actually not as bad as he imagined. At this time, many people came in from the main hall, cleaned the hall, arranged seats, and some people asked, "Who is in charge of lamp oil?" "It's disciple Chang Shen." "Is the oil in the lamp full?" "It's full, the disciple has already checked it early this morning." The person who asked the question was obviously very satisfied, Chang Shen must have always been very cautious in doing things. The strange thing is, how could the Wudang disciples be bought by the old swordsman?Why is he so familiar with Wudang's situation? Lu Xiaofeng didn't think about it either. He seems to have been reluctant to use his head to think about anything lately. Most of the cleaning people left, leaving only a few people to guard and take care of the hall. After a long time, Lu Xiaofeng heard them discussing in private, and what they were talking about was the "spies" who pretended to be Huogong priests. "I really can't figure it out. There are no secrets here. How could there be spies?" "Perhaps he came to steal something." "Steal us poor Taoist priests?" "Don't forget that all the distinguished guests came up the mountain these two days." "Perhaps he is neither a thief nor a spy." "What is it?" "It's an assassin! The one who came to assassinate those distinguished guests." "We haven't caught him yet?" "not yet." "I think he must have gone down the mountain long ago. He is not an idiot. How could he stay on the mountain waiting to die?" "It's unlucky for Chang Bei. It is said that he brought that person up the mountain, and now the head of Twelve Links is currently asking for his confession." It is said that Hawkeye's old seventh has a unique skill in his limbs and bones. Under his command, even the dead can't keep their mouths shut. Will Chang Bei confess this secret?How much does he know? Lu Xiaofeng was starting to worry, when suddenly he heard footsteps again, the two walked in panting, and announced the shocking news: "Peng Changbei is dead!" "How did you die?" "Second Martial Uncle and the others were asking him for a statement, when a bamboo pole flew in from outside and nailed him to the chair alive." "Has the murderer been caught?" "No, Taishizu has brought the second uncle and the others to chase him down." Lu Xiaofeng sighed, he was not surprised by this result. It is their usual style to kill people and silence them. It's just that there are not many people who can nail people to a chair alive with a bamboo pole. Even my cousin and housekeeper definitely don't have such deep skills. Besides him, who else has sneaked into Wudang? Brother Wuhu and Shi He never dared to go up the mountain so early, could it be that the ones who came here were veterans? What identity did he use as a cover? Could it be that he also dressed up as a Pyrotechnic priest? Suddenly someone asked below: "Chang Bei is dead, it has nothing to do with us, why are you rushing to report the news?" "Although it has nothing to do with you, it has something to do with Brother Chang Shen..." "I understand." Another person interrupted him: "Chang Bei is dead, and Chang Qing has also been punished. Of course, Senior Brother Chang Shen has become our manager. You came here to announce the good news." It seems that the six faculties of these Huogong Taoists are not pure, and they will also fight for power and profit. Lu Xiaofeng was sighing inwardly, when suddenly he heard a sharp and strange sound coming in from outside. Even he couldn't tell what it was, he just felt that his ears were pricked. At this moment, a series of short and shrill screams sounded in the hall: "It's you..." Before finishing a sentence, all the voices suddenly stopped. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but quietly stretched out his head to take a look, his hands and feet were already cold. There were originally nine people in the hall, nine living people, at this moment, all nine people were dead. The throats of the nine people had all been cut, and it seemed that they all died at the sword's edge. One sword is deadly! Wudang's disciples always had some foundation in martial arts, but they were killed completely in an instant. The strange and sharp sound just now was actually the sound of a sword cutting through the air. What a fast sword!What a ruthless sword!Even Ximen Chuuxue, who is all over the world, may not be able to compare. Who is the murderer? Why did he kill these insignificant pyrotechnicians? "It's for Chang Shen!" Lu Xiaofeng suddenly understood: "He counted on Chang Bei's death, others will definitely ask Chang Shen to question him, so he rushed to kill Chang Shen first to silence him." Of course he was the one who killed Chang Bei. This person can come and go freely in the fundamental area of ​​Wudang, killing people at will, what is his identity? "It's you……" Chang Shen uttered these two words before he died, obviously he recognized this person, but he never thought that this person would be the murderer. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but start to regret again, when there was a noise just now, he should have stretched out his head to take a look. Perhaps this is his only chance to see the true face of this person, and if he misses this opportunity, he may never come again. The dead no longer speak. No matter how powerful the eagle-eyed old seventh is, the dead will not open their mouths. So the plan must continue as usual. So Lu Xiaofeng could only wait. Wait until it gets dark, wait for the lights to come on, wait for the lights to go out. The taste of waiting is really uncomfortable.