The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 162 Lights
Late spring, northwest.

This is the time when everything is flourishing and full of vitality. The sun is warm and hot, making this barren land full of green shade and lush vegetation.

On the official road, a young girl hurried forward, the spring breeze blew her hair, revealing the girl's fair and innocent face, exquisite facial features, smiling eyes, looking at the age of eighteen or nineteen, but already born She is so charming and charming, and she is wearing a light red palace dress, which adds three points of vitality and three points of charm, it is really too beautiful to behold.

While driving, the girl turned her head from time to time, as if someone was chasing after her. She walked around a small hill twice, but seeing that there was no one there, she walked towards a very secret cave with peace of mind.

There was another person sitting in the cave, he looked to be a man in his twenties, with a handsome face, but he was a bit unsteady, he seemed to be a young man who had just left the rivers and lakes for experience.

His face was a little pale, his arms were still wrapped in gauze, and there were stinky blood stains on them.

Seeing the girl coming in, the man subconsciously laughed and said, "Miss Nine, you must have bought it!"

The girl called Nine Girls was slightly surprised, and said, "How do you know?"

"We've been together for half a month, Ninth Miss, Fang knows a little bit about your temperament."

The young man surnamed Fang explained: "Seeing how happy you are smiling, Miss, I knew I must have bought the medicine!"

"That's right. Although the people from the Devil's Cult are following closely, the ones who come here are not very skilled, and they still can't find me."

The girl was a little bit excited, and took out two small bottles from her bosom, said: "Look, one bottle for external application and one bottle for internal use, after half a quarter of an hour, the poison will resolve itself."

When she spoke, she had an air of pride. It was confidence in her own martial arts and strength. At this age, it usually only appears on young people who are well-known in the world.

"I knew that nothing would trouble Miss Jiu'er!"

The man smiled happily, and took the medicine bottle, with admiration and admiration that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.

He took a pill first, then opened another bottle of medicine, poured a little on the wound, and immediately felt a sense of coolness permeating the whole body, and a warm current rose in his abdomen, gradually dissipating the pain in his body. All kinds of discomfort.

"Tang Sect's attack is really extraordinary!"

The man smiled and said, "Miss Jiu'er, you are indeed my twin sisters in Sichuan. At the most fifteen minutes, the poison cast on me by the Demon Cult will be cured!"

The girl nodded her head slightly, and her pair of beautiful eyes were staring out of the cave, looking extremely vigilant.

After a few breaths of silence like this, the man who was waiting for the medicine to detoxify said again: "Miss Jiu'er, have you heard any news during your visit?"

Jiu'er looked back and smiled, "Why, do you want to know about your junior sister again?"

Seeing the young girl's delicate and bright smile, the man became infatuated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Zhiruo is the direct descendant of Master, and the young heroes of the Jianghu who like her can go from Emei to Wudang Mountain, so how can it be my turn? Besides, In my heart...in my heart..."

At the end, he hesitated, his face was extremely shy, and even his earlobes were slightly red.

His name is Fang Qiushan, and he is a disciple of the Emei School. As for this girl, she is Tang Jiuer, the only bright pearl of the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan. She is about to make a name for herself in the rivers and lakes, together with Zhou Zhiruo, an Emei heroine who has emerged in recent years, and they are also known as the twin sisters of Shuzhong. They are extremely outstanding heroes of the younger generation.

Tang Jiu'er smiled slightly, with dimples appearing on her fair face, she said: "Yes, yes, Fang Shaoxia already has someone in his heart, and his ambition is not in that little girl Zhou Zhiruo, but you have told me many times."

After joking around, she became serious, and said: "Among the people sent by the Demon Sect to hunt us down this time, the leader of the Ruijin Banner, Zhuang Zheng, is the leader, but apart from this person, the rest are not to be feared."

A girl who is not to be feared, reveals the girl's self-confidence without a doubt. With the background of the Devil's Cult, besides first-rate masters, elites in the sect, and second-rate masters, how can there be fewer?

Fang Qiushan was attracted by the girl's self-confidence, and subconsciously said: "Yes, except for the masters of the older generation, who in the world can compete with you, Miss Jiu'er?"

"You, you, you can talk nonsense."

Tang Jiu'er said coquettishly, "Don't talk about your Emei Zhou Zhiruo who got the true biography of the extermination predecessors, just talk about the six major sects, the younger generation is like a cloud of masters, how can I beat them all?"

Each sentence is better than others, which has already expressed the pride in the girl's heart.

Fang Qiushan thought for a while and said: "Among the six major sects, among the disciples of the younger generation, Master Yuanmiao of Shaolin Temple is the head. However, although his martial arts are high, his actual age is already over forty. We don't need to compare with him, wait At that age, Miss Jiu'er, you will definitely be stronger than him."

"The strongest disciple of the younger generation is no longer Yuanmiao."

Tang Jiu'er pursed his lips and smiled, "Just now I went out to inquire about the news, and only then did I know that three days ago, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Yuanmiao fought against Wudang Shuangying and was already defeated."

"Wudang Shuangying! It's Song Shaoxia, the jade-faced swordsman, and Zhang Shaoxia, the master of Tai Chi!"

Fang Qiushan's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "The two of them actually defeated Master Yuanmiao, and the master has already entered the first-class realm!"

"Well, that's right. One of them is good at swords and the other is good at palming. They are from the same sect. They cooperate seamlessly. It is not incomprehensible for them to defeat Master Yuanmiao together."

This Emei disciple's analysis is clear and logical. Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, what he said is as if he saw it with his own eyes.

"No, it's not teaming up!"

Tang Jiu'er couldn't hide his smile, and there was no lack of longing in his eyes: "According to rumors in the world, Master Yuanmiao and Wudang Shuangying met at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. That night, Zhang Wuji used Tai Chi Kung Fu against Master Yuanmiao's unique skills. It's a pity that they fought sixty-four moves. Lose."

"Six... sixty-four tricks?! He, he is not yet fifteen years old!"

Thinking of the other party's age, Fang Qiushan couldn't help opening his mouth wide in shock, and then he realized that he was indecent, and quickly closed his mouth and asked, "It's not a joint team, you mean that Song Shaoxia defeated Master Yuan Miao alone?"

"Now you're right!"

Tang Jiu'er's beautiful eyes glowed, and he said: "Song Qingshu asked Master Yuanmiao to fight again in the morning of the second day. He severely injured Yuanmiao with Taiji swordsmanship, but now he is recognized as the number one young master in the world!"

"The number one person of the younger generation!"

Fang Qiushan couldn't hide the shock in his heart, thinking of Wudang Shuangying's age, thinking of his own age, it is really irritating to compare people to others.

Even Junior Sister Zhiruo, whom my master loves the most, is probably not as good as the two of them now.

"The Wudang sect is truly outstanding. According to legends, it is Zhang Sanfeng, who has already ascended to the top, who has created miraculous skills, which can improve the aptitude of young disciples, so they can achieve great fame at a young age!"

Tang Jiu'er said enviously: "If I have such a skill, I will definitely be no worse than them now!"

"Even without it, Wudang Shuangying wouldn't dare to be your enemy, Miss Jiu'er."

Fang Qiushan followed her words and complimented: "Who doesn't know that Miss Jiu'er, your hidden weapon of the Tang sect is unparalleled in the world, piercing through the bone, even a first-class master will be hated. The great lama of Tibet ten days ago is a lesson from the past!"

Hearing the compliments, Tang Jiu'er's beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons. She said modestly, "It was a surprise, and Brother Seven told me that hidden weapons are just tricks. There are so many capable people in the world, so we must not underestimate them."

"Yeah, there are too many talented people in the world..."

Fang Qiushan sighed, and said: "Three years ago, Buddhism and Taoism discussed martial arts. With the strength of Zhang Zhenren, he was forced to fly away, leaving a legend in the world..."

"And that sword god!"

Tang Jiu'er interrupted: "My seventh brother often said that the demeanor of that person is the real number one person of the younger generation. If he was there, we juniors would not be enough to see it. It's a pity that I was still young at that time." I have never walked around in the rivers and lakes, so I have no chance to see his demeanor."

Her tone was full of regret, but she involuntarily brought Fang Qiushan's thoughts back to the shocking battle three years ago.

That one, killed the Green Winged Bat King, killed the left envoy of Guangming, went deep into Dadu alone, and lightly took the heads of King Ruyang's family while surrounded by many masters, and subdued the world with one person and one sword.

Even the head of his own sect, that kind of proud person, when teaching himself and others martial arts, would often sigh, why can't there be such a disciple in Emei?
For this reason, Junior Sister Zhiruo practiced harder and harder day by day, hoping to catch up with him one day, but it was a pity that after that battle, he disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

Waking up from the memory, Fang Qiushan saw Tang Jiuer staring at the clouds in the sky in a daze. Although the woman was sitting quietly, there was nothing wrong with her eyebrows, eyes and hair.

Fang Qiushan was also fascinated by it.

"Ah, it's getting dark!"

Tang Jiu'er suddenly called out coquettishly, and said, "Brother Fang, the poison in your body can be cured. If it's okay, let's hurry up and pass the news to Jinling as soon as possible, so that Marshal Zhu can take precautions as soon as possible."

Fang Qiushan was embarrassed at the beginning, afraid that the other party would notice that he had been staring at him all the time, seeing that it was not because of her exclamation, he immediately felt certain.

He said again and again: "Yes yes yes, let's hurry up, the Demon Cult is coming aggressively this time, if we are a little careless, we are afraid that it will overturn the world, let's go quickly."

The two left the cave where they were hiding, and headed towards the southeast. Although they were young, they both had good martial arts skills. Although they did not ride a horse, they walked like flying.

After a short walk, when we crossed two mountains, the sky was already pitch black, and there was no moon or stars, and the clouds gathered, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall.

There was no one in the wilderness, and Fang Qiushan was still injured. If he had been exposed to the rain all night, he would have a strong physique, and he might suffer a serious illness.

"Brother Fang, let's find a place to hide from the rain?" Tang Jiu'er said kindly.

Fang Qiushan nodded. It was not easy for them to travel on a rainy night, and it was the same for the members of the Demon Cult, so there was no need to worry that the other party would catch up.

He looked back and forth, left and right, suddenly pointed to the front, and said, "Miss Jiu'er, look, there is a light there!"

"lights?"

Tang Jiu'er looked over immediately with her beautiful eyes, and saw a faint fire in the distance. She was overjoyed and said, "Perhaps it's a hunter in the deep mountains. It's time we met, so we went to hide from the rain."

The two of them headed towards the place of the fire, and when they got closer, they saw that in the dark night, there was a dilapidated Taoist temple with lights shining through.

"It seems that some Taoist is living in seclusion in this deep mountain, not a hunter."

Tang Jiu'er laughed and said, "Maybe he's still a great master like Zhang Zhenren, you and I are lucky."

There are many hermits in Taoism. In the old days, Zhang Sanfeng lived in seclusion alone on Wudang Mountain. Song Yuanqiao was originally a child of a hunter at the foot of the mountain. Because he often gave meals to Zhang Sanfeng, he was accepted as his disciple, and gradually developed the Wudang school.

Fang Qiushan knew the temperament of this jewel of the Tang family, cute and cute, eccentric, so he didn't take it seriously, and said: "Perhaps you really hit the mark."

The two went to the temple, only to find that the gate of the Taoist temple collapsed, and even the plaque no longer exists. Perhaps it was picked up to burn firewood, and the houses and palaces in it collapsed everywhere, except for the one that enshrines the statue of Sanqing. The main hall is intact.

The lights were lit up from inside the hall, and there was silence and silence.

"In this wilderness, with broken lights..."

Tang Jiu'er suddenly said in a gloomy tone: "I'm afraid I have encountered some kind of ghost?"

The cool wind blows outside, the whistling wind is disturbing, the rain falls, and the splashing sound is endless.

For no reason, Fang Qiushan felt a little fear in his heart, and he said without courage: "Don't talk nonsense, people who practice martial arts in my generation have strong blood, and ghosts and gods should be avoided."

"Yes, yes, Fang Shaoxia, you are full of blood, look at your little appearance."

Tang Jiu'er smiled 'puhhh' and said: "Look at the stories in the story, ghosts encountered in barren mountains are all Buddhist temples, and there are few Taoist temples. Why should you be afraid?"

She knew that this Emei heir was good at everything, but he was afraid of ghosts and gods.

It was raining harder and harder, and the two of them didn't care about talking any more, they hurriedly strode towards the main hall. It was strange to say, but it was only a few steps away, but since they arrived at the front of the hall shrouded in lights in the middle of the night, they were different. There was a warm feeling in their hearts, which dispelled the fear of running away for many days in their hearts, which was extremely reassuring, as if there was something worth relying on here.

Tang Jiu'er raised her hand and knocked on the door of the palace, the sound of 'duk tuk' was very waking in the night, she said: "Those who lost their way on a rainy night, please seek shelter from the rain."

With a creak, the door opened.

A Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe came out from inside, with a haggard face and a beard, and it was impossible to tell how old he was.

Tang Jiu'er looked carefully, but saw that this Taoist seemed to be unkempt, but his facial features were extremely outstanding. With a shaved beard, he must be a handsome man with extraordinary demeanor, but now, his eyes are full of fatigue and burnout, as if he has suffered something Very heavy blow in general.

She was curious about the story behind this Taoist, but Tang Jiu'er smiled at Yan Yan on her face, bowed respectfully, and said, "The Taoist priest is polite, and I hope the Taoist priest will let us two take shelter in the hall to hide from the rain."

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

The Taoist made a bow, returned the salute, and said in a deep voice, "The two benefactors are themselves."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

Tang Jiu'er looked past the Taoist, and looked into the hall. The furnishings in the hall were simple, with only a futon, an altar, and a wooden statue of a god. The lamp was placed on the altar.

The light coated the statue in the temple with a layer of soft golden light, but it turned out to be a wooden statue with simple lines and benevolent eyebrows. It should be the statue of Sanqing carved by this Taoist himself, but it seems to be very different from the image of Sanqing circulating in the world. .

She turned her head and nodded slightly to Fang Qiushan, indicating that she could go in.

"Thank you, Daoist."

Fang Qiushan went forward and saluted.

The Taoist didn't speak any more, just turned around and walked towards the futon, with his back to the two of them, and sat facing the statue, motionless, breath dead.

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(End of this chapter)