Great Song catcher

Chapter 136 Plum Blossom
Song Beixiao completely crushed the thought of running away in his heart.

If the six doors did not intervene, he might still be able to escape to the outside of the Great Wall, but if the six doors really wanted to intervene, by the time the sea arrest documents were issued, in the shortest possible time, the 49 thousand-way rumors of the Song Dynasty could be spread. Thousands of miles of territory.

He, Song Beixiao, will also be completely reduced to darkness, and he will never recover.

If he risked his life and fought Fang Zhiqing to the death at the Chongyang Conference, with his cultivation base and the martial arts he practiced, he might not be invincible in a battle. Even if he was defeated by Fang Zhiqing, his life would not be taken away by her. Let's go, he still has the confidence.

But this lack of confidence is not something outsiders can know.

That night.

In the courtyard where the Kongtong faction is located.

Song Beixiao came outside the room and knocked lightly on the door.

"Master!"

After a while.

The door opened.

A young man in Taoist robes ushered him in.

Daoist Wujiu sat at the table with a gloomy expression. Seeing Song Beixiao who came in, he yelled angrily, "Evil!"

Song Beixiao's body trembled, and he quickly knelt down in front of Immortal Wujiu.

"If you hadn't... the old man would have killed you with his own hands today! Save yourself the trouble of discrediting my Kongtong sect in the future!"

Real Wujiu almost revealed Song Beixiao's life experience in a fit of rage, but fortunately he reacted in time, and the topic of conversation was staggered in time.

Song Beixiao was filled with anxiety and fear, and he didn't care what the real Wujiu said. He just said repeatedly: "Master, this disciple knows his mistake, please ask Master to save my life!"

Real Wujiu let out a long sigh, and said: "Fang Zhiqing's girl has already mastered the Huanhua Sword Sect's 300-year-old Fengwuhualin swordsmanship, which no one has ever mastered. In terms of swordsmanship, it is almost unheard of among the young generation of martial arts today. People can beat her, even if they are direct disciples of the other eight sword sects, they can only be equal to her."

"Among the younger generation of my Kongtong faction, I am afraid that only your elder brother can beat her, but he has closed the door to death."

"As for you..."

Master Wujiu shook his head, the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

The young Taoist at the side also said:
"Master, this battle is not only about Junior Brother Song's life, but also the reputation of our Kongtong faction, so we can only win but not lose. If we lose, the world will say that our Kongtong faction is inferior to Huanhuajian faction. "

"I implore Master to save this disciple!"

Song Beixiao pleaded bitterly.

Immortal Wujiu and Immortal Wuhe worshiped together in Kongtong when they were young. For decades, the two of them have been more brothers than real brothers. How could he watch the only flesh and blood of his junior brother die unexpectedly.

Immortal Wujiu stood up, went to the window and bowed to the bright moon.

"Disciple Wujiu is here to tell Patriarch Kongtong that the disciples in the school are unworthy now, and the reputation of hundreds of years is about to be ruined. In order to protect Kongtong's reputation, the disciple has no choice but to make such a bad move. I hope the ancestors of all generations will forgive me in the spirit of heaven!"

After saying that, Master Wujiu directly knelt down.

The young Taoist and Song Beixiao also bowed down together.

After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, Immortal Wujiu stood up from the ground, turned around and took out a mahogany box from the package beside the bed.

"Master, do you really want to..."

When the young Taoist saw the mahogany box, his expression changed immediately.

Master Wujiu didn't say a word, but called the two of them to the table, opened the mahogany box, and saw that there was a thick layer of velvet inside the box, and five nine-petal plum blossom darts were placed on top of the velvet.

Seeing the five plum blossom darts, Song Beixiao seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Could it be the nine-petaled plum blossom in the legend of my Kongtong sect!"

Master Wujiu nodded and said, "That's right, this is the nine-petal plum blossom dart that my Kongtong patriarch strictly ordered his disciples to use!"

Nine-petal plum blossom dart.

The unique hidden weapon of the Kongtong faction once shocked the world.

This dart is divided into nine petals. Once the rotation is blocked by an external force, the nine-petal plum blossom blade will scatter from the central stamen. It is a magnet from the sky, attracting each other, echoing from head to tail can attack the enemy freely.

But the scariest thing doesn't stop there. The real murderous intent of the nine-petal plum blossom dart lies in the seemingly ordinary stamen.

Contained in the stamens are thunder beads formed by the power of thunder. Once the nine-petal plum blossom blade is separated from the stamen, the thunder beads will explode after three breaths. Heavy damage, within a radius of three feet will be turned into ruins, if not careful, it may even directly take the life of a master of magic.

As for the innate masters under ecstasy, there is absolutely no reason for them to be spared.

However, because this kind of hidden weapon kills too much and hurts the peace, the founder of Kongtong once strictly ordered his disciples not to use it lightly unless their lives are at stake.

And just in case, the method of storing the thunder beads is only known to the heads of the past generations. Even if outsiders know the forging method of the nine-petal plum blossom blade, without the thunder beads, they cannot exert the power of this hidden weapon.

Now there are only nine remaining nine-petal plum blossom darts left by the Kongtong faction. This time the real Wujiu brought five of them for the Chongyang Festival, just in case they were needed. Unexpectedly, they really came in handy.

Master Wujiu carefully took out two plum blossom darts, and said to Song Beixiao: "Remember, unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not use this hidden weapon, even if you are defeated by Fang Zhiqing, as long as she does not take your life Meaning, you can’t use this kind of hidden weapon, or my Kongtong faction and the Huanhua Sword faction will really become sworn enemies!”

"Remember...remember...!"

Song Beixiao's eyes flashed with fanaticism, he took the nine-petal plum blossom dart with both hands, nodded vigorously, and said, "Master, don't worry, unless Fang Zhiqing really wants to kill me, this disciple will never use this plum blossom even if he is seriously injured." dart!"

Master Wujiu nodded, waved his hand, and said, "You guys go..."

Song Beixiao and the young Taoist bowed to salute, and then left the room of Immortal Wujiu.

After they left, Master Wujiu looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed: "Junior brother, for your son, I have already done everything I can do for my brother, and the rest depends on his good fortune..."

at the same time.

In the woods thirty miles away from Junshan Island.

Several figures were sitting around the campfire.

One of them was wearing a purple robe, even his hair was purple, and an electric arc flashed from time to time, and there was a mark of lightning between his eyebrows.

If Nie Feng was here, he would definitely recognize this person...

"Xingjun, what is the purpose of our coming to Junshan this time?"

The purple-haired man looked at the middle-aged man beside him and asked.

"Before the end of the Double Ninth Festival, the only thing we have to do is to watch the fun!" The middle-aged man picked up a piece of dry wood and threw it into the bonfire, "After the Double Ninth Festival is over, I will tell you the emperor's will! "

(End of this chapter)