Wudang Yin Liting

Chapter 18

But it is said that Yin Liting took Ding Minjun all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but he didn't even see Ji Xiaofu's figure. It is really impossible to say that Yin Liting is not in a hurry.

Fortunately, Yin Liting's self-cultivation is still good, even Ding Minjun next to him didn't notice it.

"So, after you and a few senior brothers left Shaolin, someone attacked you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really strange."

"There are still people in this world who dare to fight against Wu in Shaolin Temple, they really are desperate!"

Along the way, seeing Ding Minjun pestering him about his Jianghu affairs, Yin Liting had no choice but to talk about his experience since he was in the south of the Yangtze River.

From Longmen Escort Bureau to Shaolin experience, and then to the attack at the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

Although it was not a particularly wonderful experience in Yin Liting's view, it made Ding Minjun, who lived on the mountain, yearn for it.

The key point of every statement is also to be judged.

No, Yin Liting was talking about the attack on Shaolin, Ding Minjun gave another analysis.

But the girl kept talking: "But although that person uses Shaolin Kungfu, he is definitely not from Shaolin."

"If you think about it for a while, you will know that this Shaolin has no grievances or enmities with your Wudang, how could you suddenly attack, let alone at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, so straightforward."

"I don't know which group of people wants to stir up the conflict between Wudang and Shaolin."

What Ding Minjun said was clear and logical, and he even showed off a little when he was proud of it.

It's a pity that Ding Minjun's talent is limited and his age is still young. He can think of the first level, but he can't think of the second level.

However, Yin Liting didn't even reveal to his two senior brothers that Cheng Kun was a disaster, so how could he tell Ding Minjun?
Then I saw that Yin Liting nodded again and again, but it was quite perfunctory.

Ding Minjun saw it clearly, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Brother-in-law, don't you believe it? But even if Shaolin Temple wants to trouble you with Wudang, it must be upright and targeted."

As he spoke, he looked at Yin Liting suspiciously, and said somewhat indifferently: "Could it be... where did your Wudang offend Shaolin?"

Yin Liting was quite helpless.

Since taking down Emei, Ding Minjun's sexuality has been completely liberated.

Right now, except for the extinction that can suppress it, I'm afraid no one else can.

In the final analysis, this Yin Liting is only one year older than Ding Minjun, so he doesn't have much prestige.

Fearing that Ding Minjun's mind would be wide open, Yin Liting just said truthfully: "I also left an object from that scoundrel's hand to prove my identity, but unfortunately I didn't even find out the source."

Ding Minjun asked curiously: "I don't know what it is, maybe I still know it."

Of course Yin Liting didn't think that Ding Minjun could see it. In fact, even if he was spotted, it didn't matter much. At most, he hated that Mingjiao even more.

But he said: "It's just a small yellow flag with the word "thick soil" on it."

Ding Minjun didn't understand why, but he still pretended to say "thick soil" to himself twice, as if he was really remembering something.

Yin Liting didn't care about this girl, and just told her to think for herself.

He poured another glass of wine alone and took a swig.

These days, most of them still drink wine, but the wine-making technology has developed well, and it tastes good.

Yin Liting and Ding Minjun were eating and drinking boldly, while they were frowning and thinking, but they saw a person, wearing Taoist robes, with expressionless and cold faces, walking straight up to the table for two, but they didn't speak.

It was so weird that it made Yin Liting feel vigilant.

Standing up in a hurry, Ding Minjun, who was still muttering, stepped on his foot, telling him to quickly regain his senses.

In line with the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, he asked for advice on the face: "I don't know how long it is, but what's the matter?"

I don't want Yin Liting to be polite, but the visitor still keeps his face cold and doesn't speak.

He just looked carefully at Yin Liting, and then at Ding Minjun beside him.

Ding Minjun was looked at a little hairy, and subconsciously leaned towards Yin Liting, but his mouth was still unrelenting, and he scolded: "You Taoist priest, why are you so rude!"

"Look around again, don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying this, the visitor finally spoke.

It's just that the voice is cold, as if because he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, his voice is very hoarse when he speaks.

But the Taoist priest asked: "Are you two disciples of Wudang and Emei?"

Yin Liting secretly thought that the visitor was not kind, so he should be polite, so he shouted: "So what?"

The Taoist heard Yin Liting's unkind intentions, so he said again: "Don't misunderstand, you two just heard that the yellow thick soil flag has a lot to do with me, so I came to ask."

Ding Minjun didn't feel anything when he heard it, he just relaxed his vigilance and asked, "Oh? Then who are you, and what does that flag have to do with you?"

In contrast, Yin Liting's heart tightened a little when he heard this, knowing that the person who came was from the Ming Cult, he dared not relax.

Seeing that Ding Minjun was obviously careless, he secretly pulled him half a step back, stepped forward to protect him, stared at the person coming, and wondered who this person was.

In fact, there are not many people with a Taoist background in Mingjiao.

The envoys of light, left and right, and the four protectors of Dharma kings obviously do not match, but among the five scattered people, there is one person who fits the image of this person.

Mr. Cold Face, Lengqian!
It's really strange!

The sky is big and the earth is big, but it is such a coincidence to meet someone from the Ming Cult!
Yin Liting probably knew it in his heart, but the person opposite could see Yin Liting's small movements clearly.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his heart was also secretly vigilant.

His face was a bit cold, and without any trace of ink, he said directly to Yin Liting: "Young man, don't you know the identity of the poor?"

Before Yin Liting could respond, Ding Minjun behind him spoke quickly again.

But he shouted: "You Taoist priest is really strange. You have said that you don't know what it is, and you still ask if you know!"

The man didn't care about Ding Minjun at all, he just looked at Yin Liting and asked him to give him an answer.

But Yin Liting didn't tell the truth, he just replied: "The person holding the flag once attacked me, and the Taoist priest is related to this, so people have to be careful."

Yin Liting said this because he didn't want to have too much to do with the Ming Cult.

Unexpectedly, this person seemed not afraid of the name of Wudang, he just said in a calm voice: "I am Lengqian, but I am a member of the Ming Cult."

Mingjiao!
Ding Minjun, who was behind, reacted quickly when he heard that, he drew his sword and went up, and started to fight if there was a disagreement.

Just listen to Qijiao shout: "Mingjiao evildoer, everyone can get it and punish him!"

Immediately, he flew up, using Emei swordsmanship, and rushed away Lengqian.

Yin Liting never thought that Ding Minjun would be so impulsive, he was only guarding the front but not the back!
Hearing this cry, he secretly cursed that Extermination had a profound impact on his disciples.

Besides, that Leng Qian, who has seen countless battles in his life, even though he became hasty, he didn't panic, he stepped back and slapped his hand.

But seeing five small rotten silver pens in his palm, they flew towards Ding Minjun.

If you really make a move, hit it hard!

The five members of the Ming Sect were never easy to get along with, they also said that when they met Leng Qian, they wanted to change Taoist Tieguan, Zhou Dian, and Monk Peng, but they always killed people without blinking an eye.

Although Leng Qian is better than those few, once Ding Minjun makes a move, the nature of this will change.

The scene...it's not easy to clean up at once.

PS: There are plenty of manuscripts, I just want to interact with everyone, I feel that I am not a stand-alone machine, hehe
(End of this chapter)