I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 290 Northern Shaolin: Expelled, personal behavior, has nothing to do with me!
Between the Wudang Mountains, a white light darted past without alarming anyone, and landed silently on the platform of the Tree of Life house.

"Chiji~jiji~"

As soon as Gu Changfeng landed on the ground, a fat white ginseng spirit jumped out from the dense branches and leaves of the Tree of Life and smashed straight into Gu Changfeng's chest.

Gu Changfeng picked up the ginseng spirit with one hand, looked at the other's bulging belly and round head and said unhappily.

"What? Trying to sneak attack me?"

"Look at you, you've become so fat. All you do is eat and sleep all day long, and you don't even know how to spend more time practicing."

Perhaps it was because life on Tianzhu Peak was too comfortable, there was no danger at all, and the spiritual energy was extremely rich.

Compared to when Gu Changfeng first encountered the ginseng spirit, the length of the ginseng spirit's body has not changed much, but its width has expanded several times, and it looks like a ball as a whole.

"Chichi! Chichi!"

The ginseng spirit's short white arms and legs struggled frantically in the air, but with his strength, how could he possibly break free from Gu Changfeng's hands? After a while, he could only look at Gu Changfeng with his watery eyes, looking pitiful.

Gu Changfeng curled his lips, casually placed the ginseng essence on the table and asked.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Chichi, chichi!"

The ginseng spirit immediately started dancing and pointing in the west direction of Wudang Mountain from time to time.

Gu Changfeng didn't care much at first, but as he listened, he couldn't help but frowned.

"You mean there is a huge fluctuation of life force in that direction? Do you want to go there?"

"Jiji!"

The ginseng spirit nodded frantically, with desire in his eyes.

For a monster like it with both earth and wood attributes, it has an extremely keen perception of the vitality representing the wood attribute and the power of the earth representing the earth attribute, even far beyond the range of Gu Changfeng's spiritual awareness.

At the same time, these two forces also have a fatal temptation to him.

Gu Changfeng came to the platform of the tree house and looked in the direction pointed by the ginseng spirit, but did not find anything unusual. It was obviously very far away.

But then Gu Changfeng's eyes narrowed.

"This direction. The Ming Dynasty army can only come from this direction if they want to attack our Wudang Sect. Could it be that they have done something wrong?"

Then Gu Changfeng looked at the ginseng spirit and warned him.

"It's dangerous there, you can't go there. It's better to practice on the Tree of Life honestly."

The ginseng spirit curled its lips, then lay down on Gu Changfeng's table and rolled around, showing an attitude that would not give up until it achieved its goal.

Gu Changfeng ignored it, sat down cross-legged and began to recover his almost exhausted mental strength.

For Gu Changfeng, perhaps something did happen to the Ming Dynasty’s army, but Gu Changfeng didn’t care much.

The most important thing right now is to restore your mental strength and get yourself to peak condition so that you can deal with any emergencies that may occur next.

Seeing that Gu Changfeng refused to listen, the ginseng spirit spread out his hands and feet, and lay flat on the table with a look of despair on his face, like a pool of cotton candy.

Three days passed by in a flash.

Gu Changfeng's mental strength had almost recovered. He slowly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes was completely restrained, without any leakage.

The pattern of the Hongmeng Dao Fruit between the eyebrows was faintly flickering, making the already handsome Gu Changfeng look even more mysterious.

Tilting his head to look at the table, the ginseng spirit had long disappeared. From his spiritual sense, he could sense that it was sleeping soundly on a huge leaf in the dense crown of the Tree of Life, with strands of green and yellow spiritual energy constantly penetrating into its body.

Gu Changfeng couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"This guy clearly has a rare talent for cultivating immortals. He can even cultivate while sleeping, but he only knows how to play and sleep all day long and doesn't pay any attention to cultivation at all."

"If you work half as hard as I do, you might even be able to take human form in no time."

At this moment, Gu Changfeng's expression changed slightly and he turned his head to look outside. He had already sensed a familiar breath approaching rapidly.

After a few breaths, a khaki sword light descended from the sky.

The person who came was Song Yuanqiao.

Seeing that Gu Changfeng was not in seclusion, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but smile.

"Fortunately, I arrived at the right time and did not disturb your practice, Changfeng."

Then Song Yuanqiao was stunned and pointed at the center of Gu Changfeng's eyebrows in confusion.

"Changfeng, what are you doing?"

Gu Changfeng smiled and explained casually.

"Oh, I have gained some experience in cultivation recently. I don't know how this pattern appeared between my eyebrows. It's not a big deal."

"Big Brother, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Song Yuanqiao was slightly surprised and said with emotion, "Changfeng's talent is really beyond our reach. He has made another achievement so soon."

Then his expression became slightly serious and he spoke.

"It's like this. Recently, people from the underworld have been coming to Wudang. I didn't take it seriously at first." "But as more and more people came, a piece of news gradually spread. It was about the million-strong army of the Ming Dynasty and Shaolin."

Gu Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, also a little surprised.

His intuition told him that this matter might be related to the abnormal behavior of the ginseng spirit three days ago, but why was Shaolin involved?
Before he could ask, Song Yuanqiao's voice continued to reach his ears.

"According to the martial artists who came to Wudang recently, the million-strong army led by Qiu Yue, the Marquis of Xianning of the Ming Dynasty, collided with the blood sea that once appeared on the border between the Sui and Song dynasties."

"What surprised me a little was that many people claimed that the blood sea was controlled by the Northern Shaolin's abbot, Master Miao Di, and that Master Miao Di had quietly ascended from the state of unity between heaven and man to the realm of earthly immortals."

"It is said that Master Miao Di does not look like the enlightened monk he once was. He is even more evil and rampant than the demons in the sect. He is terrifying."

"Not only that, this sea of ​​blood is said to be able to devour everything, and can also transform all the people it devours into puppets without emotions or pain."

"Master Miao Di was suppressed by Qiu Yuefang in the beginning, but gradually they became evenly matched, and he was even able to suppress the other party in the end."

"Many people are saying that the Ming Dynasty's million-strong army may not even reach Wudang and will be swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood!"

Hearing this, Gu Changfeng also showed a look of surprise on his face.

It was just a guess before, but now it is certain that the sea of ​​blood is 100% related to Southern Shaolin located in the territory of Song Dynasty.

It is just unclear why Master Miao Di, the abbot of Northern Shaolin Temple, also got involved.

Or maybe the Northern and Southern Shaolin are simply in collusion and have been doing something in secret for a long time.

Combined with Jiang Yuyan's report about the sea of ​​blood, Gu Changfeng felt that this so-called sea of ​​blood was obviously an extremely evil and dangerous thing.

But the Wudang Sect is not too worried, after all, spiritual energy is the nemesis of the sea of ​​blood.

Gu Changfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao and asked.

"So what do you think about this, brother?"

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment before speaking, "In my opinion, both Shaolin and the Ming Dynasty are now enemies of Wudang. If they fight at this moment, it will be nothing more than a dog-eat-dog fight. All we need to do is sit on the sidelines and watch."

"But we can send disciples to investigate the situation."

After hearing this, Gu Changfeng nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then we won't get involved in this matter for now, but don't send any disciples to investigate, it's too dangerous."

"As for the news, we can gather it from the people in the martial arts world who have gathered here."

"Also, we can open up to them a little bit about our Wudang Taoism and expand our influence."

After the two discussed again, Song Yuanqiao flew away on his flying beam, and Gu Changfeng continued to meditate and practice his daily cultivation.

the other side.

An urgent report was sent to the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

The current Ming Emperor Zhu Houzhao was furious after reading it. He felt that his imperial power was challenged by Shaolin, and immediately sent people to Northern Shaolin to hold them accountable and ask them to give an explanation.

At the same time, another 300,000 troops were sent to support Qiu Yue fighting on the front line.

The terrifying state machine of the Ming Dynasty started to operate again, and even ordinary people felt a sense of turmoil.

A few days later, in Northern Shaolin, in the Arhat Hall.

Master Kongming, who was temporarily acting as the abbot of Northern Shaolin, and a group of Northern Shaolin high-ranking officials were all stunned when they saw the Ming officials coming to hold them accountable in a threatening manner. They looked at each other, their minds completely confused.

"Hey! You bald asses, are you pretending to be stupid?"

"Do you know how many soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have been harmed by the evil monk Miao Di?"

"If you don't give an explanation today, just wait for your Northern Shaolin to be razed to the ground by the army of the Ming Dynasty!"

The Ming official in charge of accountability became even more furious when he saw that the monks in front of him did not say anything, and the stars from the mold were about to spray onto Kongming's face.

Kong Ming's face twitched slightly. As an elder of the Arhat Hall of a top-notch sect, he was in a high position and had great power. When had he ever been scolded like a grandson?
Forcing himself to suppress the anger in his heart, Kong Ming tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Sir Wang, we are not pretending to be stupid. The truth is that we have never heard of the blood sea you mentioned."

"Also, our abbot, Master Miao Di, went to Southern Shaolin Temple in the Great Song Dynasty several months ago. When he left, he was indeed in the state of unity between man and nature."

"You said that the abbot has been promoted to Earthly Immortal. Isn't this too unbelievable?"

Lord Wang, however, did not appreciate it and remained strong.

"Miao Di is the abbot of your Northern Shaolin Temple. How could you not know what he did? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"I am not here to play tricks on you today. If you continue to fool me, I will report the truth to the Emperor when I return. Then we will see what you will do!"

Having said that, Lord Wang snorted coldly and was about to leave.

Kongmian looked unhappy and stretched out his hand slightly to try to keep him, but he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a loud and slightly angry voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.

"Miao Di was expelled from Shaolin by me a long time ago, and now he can no longer be considered as my Shaolin disciple."

"As for the matter of the sea of ​​blood, that was his personal behavior and has nothing to do with our Shaolin!"

(End of this chapter)