This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 1029
Miao Yunyong looked at Song Yangui intently, as if he wanted to see some flaw in the other party's expression. Unfortunately, the other party was speaking very seriously.

"Junior brother, you have changed." Miao Yunyong sighed.

Song Yangui lowered his eyes a little lonely, then cheered up again. He laughed at himself: "Senior Brother, it's obvious that you have never seen Junior Brother clearly."

Miao Yunyong never knew that when Qi Yunzi accepted Song Yan and returned home, he had warned him that he was too calculating and that this was not good for his longevity. He should do more good deeds and be lenient to others.

Song Yangui himself also knew that there was actually quite a big difference between him and his fellow disciples. Even today, the word "chivalry" was just a joke in his eyes, and he had never taken it seriously from beginning to end.

His reputation as a knight in the past was just because he followed the footsteps of his brothers and went with the flow. If the knife had not been placed on his neck, he would always have been Taoist Chang Qing, whom everyone in the world respected.

"Senior Brother, you must listen to me this time."

Song Yangui took a deep breath, and his tone was as cold as ever before, and he said: "In today's world, the only one who can fight against the Jin Yiwei is the Buddhist Shaolin. We will lead the trouble to them. This is what the Jin Yiwei wants to see happen, so no matter what Is there any evidence? Once we take action, they will be the murderers!"

Song Yangui was not [-]% sure about this matter, but at least [-]% to [-]% certain. He did not believe that two thousand families came all the way just to mock them. Since Commander Lu did this, he must have some ideas. of.

Moreover, it is in the interest of Jin Yiwei to target Shaolin. In addition, there is Chen, a free thug. If Jin Yiwei does not seize the opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, it will not be like them.

"Junior brother, there is no need to say this again."

Miao Yunyong closed his eyes and pondered for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he already had a decision in his eyes: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. If I frame Shaolin for a moment of peace today, what's the difference between me and Jin Yiwei?" .”

"Senior brother," Song Yangui said seriously, "You are making fun of Wudang's survival!"

Miao Yunyong said sternly: "Even if everything goes as Junior Brother expected, if we do such a shameless thing, how will we have the honor to meet the ancestors of the Wudang Sect in the future? If this matter is known to the world one day, How can the Wudang Sect have the face to continue to exist in the world?"

Song Yangui's eyes were frighteningly cold. He took a step forward, stared directly into Miao Yunyong's eyes and said, "If senior brother can make up his mind and leave this matter to junior brother, it will naturally be foolproof."

Facing Song Yangui's determined eyes, Miao Yunyong did not escape. He replied: "If others don't know, you have to do nothing yourself. If you can deceive others, how can you deceive yourself?"

Song Yangui said nonchalantly: "Since I started, I have been taught carefully by my master, and my elders care and love me. If it is for the Wudang Sect, I have no regrets."

Miao Yunyong looked at Song Yangui in silence. After a long time, he patted the other party on the shoulder.

"Junior brother is tired, go down and rest." After saying that, Miao Yunyong turned and left the hall.

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

Song Yangui stopped Miao Yunyong in his tracks. He stared at the opponent's back and asked, "If this is not the case, I dare to ask how senior brother can lead Wudang through this disaster!"

Miao Yunyong stopped and said without looking back: "Fifth Junior Brother will stay and guard the mountain gate. I will personally lead some of the inner disciples, together with the elders, and we will go down the mountain after sunset."

"Senior brother, do you want to see someone from the Chen family? Please forgive me for speaking out so boldly. I am afraid that this move is humiliating oneself. People from the aristocratic family have never looked at people like us in the world." Song Yangui said disapprovingly.Miao Yunyong didn't seem to hear Song Yangui's words. He turned his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother, please help me select some capable inner disciples. I also need to trouble my junior brother to inform the elders."

"It's uncertain whether life or death will come, and the odds of winning are almost invisible. Even so, senior brother, do you still have to risk everything?" Looking at the unwavering figure, Song Yangui shouted unwillingly.

Miao Yunyong paused, then continued walking forward.

Song Yangui looked at the dark clouds outside the palace, and the roaring wind was like the roar of a wild beast. Miao Yunyong was like a small boat in the stormy waves. It capsized in a moment, but his steps never wavered in the slightest. He was as tall as a mountain and moved forward indomitably.

On the branch above the moon, about 20 Wudang inner disciples were gathered together. They were accompanied by seven Wudang elders, plus the leader Miao Yunyong, and Song Yangui, one of the seven Wudang disciples. The group took advantage of the cover of the sky. , quietly went down the mountain.

The group of people moved forward quickly in the night. In less than an hour, a Wudang elder hurriedly came to Miao Yunyong's side and whispered: "Master, there is someone."

The Wudang elder pointed in the direction to the right. Miao Yunyong nodded to express his understanding. He tightened the long sword in his hand, tightened the rope of the sword box behind him, and then whispered to the other party to tell the disciples who were traveling with him to be more careful. .

Then, the Wudang people's team continued to move forward without stopping.

The man in the dark may have thought he had figured out the details of everyone in Wudang. Just as the team walked along the path into a forest, a bright spot of light came toward them among the fallen leaves and windy sand.

"Everyone be careful!"

Miao Yunyong shouted, and then he took the lead and drew his sword to fight. He saw his sword arcing like a crescent moon, and a mist-like sword energy unfolded like a gauze, knocking down the twinkling starlight. He lowered his head and Look, all I can see is the mark of a plum blossom on the downed dart.

A flash of understanding flashed across Miao Yunyong's eyes. He looked forward into the darkness, clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "Friends of the Baizhi Sect, I am Wudang Miao Yunyong, can you please come out and meet me."

"I wonder which master managed to defeat the seven fatal darts so easily. It turns out that it was Master Miao who came in person."

After the words fell, a fat middle-aged man appeared from the darkness. He was wearing a gold silk round hat and a golden floral shirt. His chubby fingers looked very clumsy.

At first glance, this person looked like a rich man from the countryside. The only thing that made people a little concerned was that the index and middle fingers of this person's right hand were a strange bluish-white color.

But Miao Yunyong guessed the origin of the other party as soon as he heard what he said. Looking at the other party's fingers again, he smiled and said: "Mr. Lou, you are so polite in front of me."

This fat man's name is Lou Xiao. He is a hidden weapon master of the Jianghu generation. He is the head of the Baizhi Sect in Yuzhou. He is good at using darts. There are plum blossom patterns engraved on them, so they are called plum blossom darts. His famous stunt is the seven deadly things the opponent calls him. Dart, it is said that there is nowhere to escape within the seven darts.

"Master Miao, you're welcome. It's late at night, the road is dark, and the weather is freezing cold. Master, why don't you return to the mountains, so that I can go back and do business." Lou Xiao said with a smile.

He always lowered his head when he spoke and kept rubbing his two bluish-white fingers. Occasionally he would glance up, his cold eyes shining brightly, making people shudder.

(End of this chapter)