Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 568: Wudang Past (Part )
Northwest of Nanchang city.

Dozens of elite soldiers from Longhu Mountain who had been chasing from Guangxin Prefecture all gathered here. Everyone had a solemn expression on their face, their hands hidden in their sleeves clasping activated talismans, and the Taoist weapons they raised floated up and down, making bursts of buzzing sounds.

Pairs of eyes fell on the center of the crowd, waiting for orders from Zhang Qingyu who was standing there.

But for some reason, Zhang Qingyu did not make any move and just stared at the two domineering figures in the distance.

"Zhang Qingyu, why don't you give the order to take action?"

A white-haired and bearded Fengcun Daoxu could no longer hold back and asked loudly with a stern look on his face.

Zhang Qingyu turned his head when he heard this, and there was anger in his cold eyes. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the old Taoist's behavior.

"Ancestor Lian, Ge Zao Mountain is still watching the fire from the other side. If we take the initiative, we may fall into a trap. It is better to wait a little longer."

Zhang Qingyu tried his best to control his anger and replied calmly.

"The evil demon is right before our eyes, what are we waiting for? It's meaningless!"

Zhang Xilian snorted coldly: "If there is really something wrong with Gezhao Mountain, we should have taken action when we entered Nanchang Prefecture. Why did we wait until now? You youngsters are too concerned and have lost the spirit of the Dao Order that we are. "

Zhang Qingyu was the one chosen by Zhang Chongyuan to lead the mission to go down the mountain and subdue the demons. However, Zhang Xilian tried to give him face in her words and even mentioned their seniority in public, criticizing Zhang Qingyu's faults.

Although Taoism is not a military organization and does not emphasize so many rules and regulations, it is still a taboo to rebuke a general in battle.

But Zhang Qingyu, who had been scolded, had no way to deal with Zhang Xilian.

Because the other party is higher than Zhang Qingyu in both seniority and rank.

Although if they really started fighting, Zhang Qingyu thought that he was not inferior to the other party in any way. After all, these sealed Dao Sequences had already handed over the authority in their hands, and their strength had fallen to the threshold of Sequence Three, and they had long lost their former glory.

But if Zhang Qingyu really dares to be disrespectful to these elders, he will definitely face a lot of trouble afterwards.

The Zhang family ruled Longhu Mountain with one surname, and bloodline was the most important thing, so naturally they attached great importance to the rules of hierarchy.

This is one of the many chronic diseases that are difficult to alleviate at the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain today.

Originally, the older generation of Taoists sealed themselves off and sacrificed their lives for the foundation of their sect, which is a noble cause worthy of praise.

However, the long-term sealing and the desire to die have made the temperaments of these sealed Dao orders generally strange and strong.

Except for the three great heavenly masters in the ancestral hall, the rest of the disciples were just immature juniors in their eyes, who were not worthy of commanding these heroes who had fought desperately with Wu Xu and pushed Taoism to the status of one of the three religions.

Therefore, no one in Longhu Mountain was willing to use them unless they were forced to do so.

When no one wants to carry out the mission, there are a few living ancestors sitting above their heads who only obey orders and not instructions.

"What Lian Zu taught is true, but the current situation is really strange. A distinguished Ge Jing died in Gezhao Mountain, but they only chased him but didn't kill him. There must be something fishy going on!"

"You will only miss the opportunity if you keep hesitating! If you let this warrior take the opportunity to escape, how will Longhu Mountain maintain its reputation?"

"Which is more important, face or the lives of our disciples? If we act rashly and fall into the trap set by Gezhao Mountain, who will be responsible?!"

Zhang Xilian glared: "If you don't have the courage, then I will take responsibility!"

"I'm afraid you can't bear this responsibility, Lian Zu!"

Zhang Qingyu was as imposing as ever and his words were sharp.

"How dare you, Zhang Qingyu, who are you to speak to me like that?!"

"Ancestor Lian is really forgetful. Do you need to ask the Great Heavenly Master Chongyuan to tell you my identity again in person?"

The evil demon that had brought disgrace to the sect was clearly right in front of them, but before it could make a move, their side started quarreling first.

This scene was not only hilarious, but also chilling to the hearts of all the Taoist priests in Mount Longhu.

The red light of the talisman faded, the spiritual light of the Taoist weapon dissipated, and the momentum was low.

"Xilian, please be patient."

Finally, another sealed Daoxu spoke up to smooth things over and appease the furious Zhang Xilian.

"When we left the mountain gate, Chongyuan made it very clear that all of us old guys must obey Qingyu's command. What are you doing now? And the behavior of those people in Gezhao Mountain is indeed strange, so it's right to be careful."

Zhang Xilian naturally noticed the changes in the expressions of the disciples around him, and realized that his actions were not quite appropriate.

However, Zhang Qingyu's tough attitude made him feel suffocated, and he was really unwilling to bow to this disciple's generation.

Now that someone was handing me a ladder, I just stepped down.

After all, he could not give Zhang Qingyu face, and even dare to scold Zhang Chongyuan. But after all, this operation was of great importance, and if he really messed it up, he would not be able to explain to the sect.

"If we can successfully kill Li Jun, then this matter will end here. If he gets away, I will definitely report Zhang Qingyu to 'Zhang Tianshi'!"

"Master Lian, rest assured. If I, Zhang Qingyu, am guilty of more crimes than merits, you don't need to complain. I am willing to go to Fengdu and apologize to the sect!"

Zhang Xilian snorted coldly, flicked her sleeves and jumped away, aimlessly trying to avoid seeing it.

The quarrel in front of the battle came to an end. Although it frustrated Daoxu's will to fight, it also made Zhang Qingyu's mind, which had been frozen in shock, move again.

If Li Jun was the only one surrounded this time, there would still be hope of success in this demon-killing operation.

But now there is the Minggui Mojia of No. 3. What is the difference between the current Li Jun and Su Ce who occupied the Japanese area and confronted the entire Buddhist and Taoist families across the sea?
Even if Yi Kuidou of Gezhao Mountain had no other intentions, and the two families put aside their past grudges and joined forces to kill Li Jun, there would inevitably be heavy casualties.

Who will die and who will be injured then?
If our side suffers serious casualties, who can guarantee that Ge Zaoshan will not stab us in the back?

You must know that Nanchang Prefecture is one of the basic bases of Gezhao Mountain. The celestial orbit stars and various Taoist machines they control may appear at any time.

Although Zhang Chongyuan promised himself that he would personally take charge of Beidou and wait for an opportunity to act, his target could only be Li Jun. If he hit Daoxu of Gezhao Mountain, Longhu and Gezhao would immediately fall out.

By then, there is no guarantee that Zhang Chongyuan will not push himself out to take the blame in order to appease Gezhaoshan's anger.

Moreover, the man in black armor had already said that whoever made the first move would be crucified to death.

If the other party really fights to the death to exchange for himself, how should he deal with it? Rely on Zhang Xilian and his group of sealed Dao order? What a joke.

They are not afraid of death. Zhang Qingyu believes that even if Li Jun is Wu Xu II, they will dare to go forward and fight.

Because they are a group of dying people.

But I am not.

His own foundation and genes are at their peak, and he has great potential to make further progress. How can he be willing to die like this?
But if he continued to hold back, the one who would come to question him would probably be the Great Heavenly Master Zhang Chongyuan.

Thoughts are as fast as lightning, and the crisis is revealed.

Zhang Qingyu thought hard, but still didn't know how to solve the current dilemma.

"Why did your strength improve so quickly? Why did this black armor break through to the third level now? Why do you have to seek revenge on Longhu Mountain? Why do you have to block my path to immortality?"

Zhang Qingyu's heart was filled with resentment at this moment. He hated Li Jun and also hated Zhang Chongyuan.

But he had completely forgotten how he felt shaken and full of confidence when he heard Zhang Chongyuan say the word "Daozi" in the Tianshi Mansion's Office.

"Do you want to live? Zhang Qingyu."

A sudden sound rang in my ears.

Zhang Qingyu's whole body tensed up instantly, and he looked around casually, but he didn't see any unusual expression on the faces of the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain.

"If you want to survive, I can help you."

Zhang Qingyu had a blank expression on his face, but his fists hanging by his legs were clenched quietly, like a drowning man grabbing at a life-saving straw that came from nowhere.

"Very good, it seems you are a smart person."

It seemed as if there was a pair of eyes watching secretly, watching every subtle movement of Zhang Qingyu.

At this moment, Li Jun, who was squatting on the roof of Nanchang Taoist Palace, also heard a familiar voice.

"Master Li Xin, we meet again."

Li Jun looked calmly at Lord Ma beside him, only to see the latter shaking his head, indicating that he could not locate the source of the sound.

"I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you in my old life."

"I don't deserve your words. I still remember clearly how you smashed my head with one punch in Fenyi City."

"You must be joking. He didn't kill me, did he? Looking at your posture, are you going to do good deeds again?"

"I do have this plan, but whether it can be done depends on whether you give me face."

"That's where you're wrong."

Li Jun sat on the roof and smiled at the air in front of him: "Now I am surrounded by people, how can I not give you face?"

"You don't have to be so weird here, kid. I know you are sure to break through. But don't underestimate these two Taoist sects. Yi Kuidou and Zhang Qingyu are just the people they put on the surface. There are people ambushing you in secret. Even if your black armor inherits the legacy of Lord Chi and is promoted to the third rank, it will be difficult for you to leave Nanchang Prefecture intact this time."

"Oh?"

Li Jun raised his voice and turned to look at Lord Ma, who immediately said angrily: "What's going on? Is someone scolding me, Lord Ma?!"

"Your words really scare me, old man. How about you show up and show me a way to survive?" "If you really want to see me, as long as you can survive tonight, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

The owner of the voice asked, "How about it, are you willing to let me do a good deed this time?"

"If the elders are willing to lend a hand, I would certainly be more than happy to do so."

Li Jun smiled and said, "I just don't know how to explain this good news?"

"It's very simple. You just need to break out from the southwest. Apart from these people in the open, I can guarantee that there are no other ambushes."

Who is blocking Li Jun in the southwest direction?
Naturally it is Gezhao Mountain and Yikuidou.

"Since it is a good deed, there must be some benefit. But why can't I see the benefit?"

"Isn't it enough that you survived safely?"

"Enough, of course it's enough. What good can be more important than life?"

Li Jun looked like a tough guy: "But since you have a way to deal with me in my previous life, why don't I just break out from Longhu Mountain? I have a deep hatred with them, so I can kill a few of them to vent my anger."

"Li Jun, don't be too greedy."

"Killing people and setting fires with gold belts, repairing bridges and repairing roads, but no corpses."

Li Jun sneered and pointed a finger downward at the roof in front of him.

"If I was a person who would stop when things are going well, I wouldn't have the ability to silence the high-ranking Taoist masters of the Ge Zao and Long Hu families just by sitting here. I also wouldn't have the qualifications to ask you, an old man with great connections, to do good things for a small character like me with no background, don't you think?"

"You are no longer a small character now."

The voice in my ear was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "What do you want?"

Li Jun shook his head: "It depends on you. This is not something I should consider. As long as the price is good, everything is negotiable."

"You are ruthless and greedy. Li Jun, it is no coincidence that you have grown to your current level."

"Big men fail because they are afraid of death, and small men perish because they are not greedy. If there were not a few big masters who were afraid of death, I, a small and unruly commoner, would probably not be alive today."

"Li Jun!"

The other party said in a deep voice: "As long as this good thing can be accomplished today, I can tell you where to find the ritual for promotion."

"I'm really not an ordinary person. I even know this kind of thing. But asking me to risk my life for nothing with just one sentence seems like a scam."

The smile on Li Jun's face remained unchanged.

"Banchi. Is this benefit enough?!"

"That's enough. Thank you for your help, old man."

Li Jun stood up and brushed the dust off his trouser legs.

"Master Ma, get ready to work."

Dongtian World, Nanhai County, Guangzhou Prefecture, Ming Empire.

Under the cover of night, Huiji West Road is submerged in a sea of ​​lights and feasting.

The rich in long gowns are surrounded by people, entering and leaving bright rooms, while the poor in short clothes are alone, wandering in dark alleys.

The distinction between noble and humble is clearly revealed, and desires run rampant.

The densely packed buildings squeezed the dark sky into a thin line. The chaotic iron frames were connected to form a maze-like aerial corridor. The windows with big red lanterns were stacked up like a honeycomb, and the charming dark red light flickered continuously.

In front of the brothel, a man with a shaved head and a dark blue scalp walked out with a happy face.

His robe was disheveled and open, and on his sturdy chest was tattooed a coiled dragon with bared fangs and claws. The left and right claws of the dragon were holding the words "Buddha" and "Taoism" respectively. In the dragon's mouth was a plaque with the words "Wu Xu Invincible" embroidered on it.

He swayed with every step, as if he was afraid that others would not be able to tell that he was from the Wuxu sect.

While tying his belt, the man turned back and joked towards the inside of the door.

"You did well this time, little rascal, but I still want to give you some advice. Remember to do something bigger next time, otherwise I won't come to patronize you, understand?"

"You bastard, you still think it's not big enough? Fine, I'll find a doctor from Nongxu later. I'll make it as big as you want."

A slender figure leaned weakly against the door, not to mention the deformed and horrifying burden under its neck.

The woman's bald head alone is enough to attract attention.

There is no doubt that she is not an ordinary person, but I don't know why she ended up in such a place.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The sturdy man laughed triumphantly, held his head high and chest puffed out, took square steps, and looked down upon the passers-by with his nostrils replacing eyes.

He was used to doing whatever he wanted and was unaware that he was being targeted.

At the night snack stall opposite the brothel, Zhao Yanlong, wearing a round-brimmed hat on his head, stared at the other person, his eyes following the man's figure, and the steaming food in front of him did not arouse his interest at all.

"Junior brother, the person has come out."

Zhao Yanlong flipped through an electronic document under the table and said in a low voice, "It has been confirmed. The tattoo on his chest is the symbol of the gang that kidnapped Kun Dao from our Wudang branch Taoist temple."

"Ah."

Chen Qisheng buried his face in the bowl and responded indistinctly.
"You are really a starving ghost reincarnated. How can you still be in the mood to eat at this hour?"

Zhao Yanlong said anxiously, "We have been squatting here for three days. Every day, facing this unlucky place, I am almost ready to break my vows. Now we have finally found someone. If we don't act quickly, what will happen if the person runs away? This is our first mission outside. How can we explain to the sect if we mess it up?"

As he was speaking, the man swayed from side to side and walked away.

Seeing that Chen Qisheng was still calm and unhurried, Zhao Yanlong gritted his teeth and stood up with a "click".

"Just eat it, brother. I'll catch it myself."

The man who was walking with his feet turned outward was reveling in the awe-inspiring looks of the people around him, but suddenly out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a figure rushing out from the side and blocking his way.

"Ok?"

The man cast his eyes downward. Although his face could not be seen clearly because he was wearing a hat, his exposed mouth was pursed into a straight line nervously, and there was clearly a layer of fuzz on his lips. It was obvious at first glance that he was a young and naive guy.

The flesh on the man's face twitched, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, you dare to block my way, are you tired of living?"

"You are Lin Xiong, right? Where is the Kun Dao you captured being held captive?"

Seeing that the other party stated his intention so directly, the man's face suddenly changed, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and his right hand slowly reached behind his waist.

"Kid, which sect are you from? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Blood River Gang?"

Before the man could finish his words, he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, which instantly drained all his strength and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Zhao Yanlong looked at the man who was knocked down by his punch and curled up on the ground vomiting, and took two steps back with disgust on his face.

"You have no strength, but you have a big mouth. You are a small thug who is not even a martial arts disciple, and you dare to yell at me, the Taoist priest."

Zhao Yanlong slowly took off his hat, and the flashing neon light illuminated his spirited face.

"Listen carefully, I am a formal disciple of Wudang Mountain, a walker in the Demon Subduing Hall, and the ninth rank Zhao Yanlong. Do I have the qualifications to manage the affairs of your Blood River Gang?"

"So what if you are from Wudang? You are just a mere ninth-order Qi-refining practitioner, yet you dare to come to the Blood River Gang and act wildly. You are so bold!"

An angry shout suddenly sounded, followed by a surge of noisy footsteps.

The dark crowd immediately filled the long street, blocking Zhao Yanlong in the middle.

There is an ambush!
Zhao Yanlong's face turned pale, his eyes darted around, and he shouted, "Brother, stop eating it, come and save me!!!"

Bang!

The large bowl slammed heavily on the table, and the dull sound attracted a group of strong men to look back.

Chen Qisheng stood up, wiping the corner of his mouth, slowly took out a carved talisman from his arms and threw it into the air.

Almost subconsciously, everyone's eyes were raised to the talisman.

The talisman body rotated, extended and deformed with a clanging sound, and in an instant it turned into a three-foot magic knife with the sharp blade facing downward, falling towards the ground with a sharp sound that broke through the air.

A soldier from the Blood River Gang who was facing the point where the blade was about to fall was suddenly startled and took a step forward to dodge.

A pair of cold eyes suddenly met his.

boom!
Chen Qisheng punched the gangster into the crowd, then raised his arm horizontally, the cold blade passed through his fingers, and his five fingers were about to grab the handle of the knife.

Zheng!
The knife flashed suddenly and went straight into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)