Martial Arts: I Am Zhang Cuishan, the Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven!

Suddenly, there was an urgent sound of footsteps outside the hall.

Hearing the sound, Miejue Shitai slowly opened his eyes.

After fixing his eyes, he saw Jingxuan walking quickly.

"What's in such a hurry?"

Miejue Shitai asked aloud.

"Master, there was news from the mountain just now, that Zhang Shaoxia was surrounded by the Blood Sword Sect the moment he left the mountain!"

"Oh?"

Miejue Shi was too surprised, hurriedly asked: "The result?"

"Zhang Shaoxia beheaded the leader of the Xuesha sect with a single sword, and his disciples knew him as the elder Shanyong of the Xuesha sect."

"Good and brave?"

Miejue Shi was too startled: "The cultivator of the half-step master?"

Jingxuan nodded, and said again: "Shanyong was killed, and the rest of the disciples of the blood killing sect dispersed."

"This?"

Juejue Shi was too shocked, the shock on his expression was not concealed at all.

Before that, she only knew that Zhang Cuishan could kill practitioners who were born in the Dzogchen realm.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated Zhang Cuishan.

What shocked Shijue Shitai was that now, even the half-step master died under Zhang Cuishan's sword.

After being stunned, Miejue Shitai collected his mind, and then looked at Jingxuan.

"This Cuishan is so stunning at such a young age, if nothing happens, it will definitely be famous all over the world in the future!"

At this point, Miejue Shitai paused for a while, and then said: "Jingxuan, if the teacher betroths you to him, would you be willing?"

"what?"

Hearing Master Miejue's words suddenly, Jingxuan was startled, and his cheeks blushed quickly.

For a long time, she lowered her eyebrows, lowered her head, and responded shyly: "Everything... everything is according to Master!"

……

Blood Knife Gate Headquarters.

In the main hall, a man dressed as a monk is concentrating on a knife scripture in his hand.

The man looked at the sword scriptures with a lewd expression. He was the ancestor of Xuedao, the head of the Xuedao sect.

"Ancestor!"

Suddenly, there was a shout outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Xue Dao Sect disciples rushed into the hall in a panic.

"Ok?"

Hearing the sound, the ancestor of Xuedao frowned suddenly, and waved his backhand.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, there was a crisp slap on the cheek of the disciple, and he staggered out.

"In a panic, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

The ancestor of the blood knife put away the knife scriptures, and asked with a stern face.

The disciple was stunned, covered his cheek with one hand, and said submissively: "Old Ancestor, Elder Shanyong was killed by Zhang Cuishan!"

"what?"

Hearing what his disciple said suddenly, Patriarch Xuedao turned pale with shock.

After he left the customs, he also got the news from the great elder of the Xuedaomen.

His beloved apprentice Xue Di and a congenital Dzogchen elder in his sect were all killed by Zhang Cuishan of Wudang.

Who would have thought that now even Shanyong died at the hands of Zhang Cuishan.

This Shanyong is a first-class master in the Blood Knife Sect, with the strength of a half-step master.

"Giggle!"

The more he thought about it, the more resentful the ancestor of the blood knife became, and he couldn't help but gnawed his teeth.

"Give...give me an immediate order to hunt down the world!"

"Anyone who can take Zhang Cuishan's head, I will offer one hundred thousand taels of gold!"

The blood knife patriarch yelled angrily, and slapped the table in front of him with a sudden slap.

"boom!"

With a bang, the table case was shattered into slag.

"Yes!"

The disciple responded, and hastily retreated, why should he wait any longer?

Although Zhang Cuishan is a disciple of Wudang, but under heavy rewards there must be brave warriors.

This one hundred thousand taels of gold is not a small number.

The Blood Knife Patriarch believes that once this Jianghu hunting order is issued, many bounty hunters will inevitably take action!

……

The night is gloomy, in a mountain forest.

The bonfire flickered faintly.

Looking closer, I saw Zhang Cuishan sitting beside the campfire.

On the campfire, there is a grill.

A pheasant is threaded on a stick and grilled over a campfire.

The aroma is overflowing and mouth-watering.

"Who?"

In the silence, Zhang Cuishan suddenly shouted, and took advantage of the opportunity to look towards the forest not far away.

Looking around, I saw a man coming out of the woods sniffing his breath.

The man was dressed in tatters, his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in dirt, and he was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

With this attire, one could tell at a glance that he was a little beggar.

Chapter 25 A murder caused by a roast chicken

"beggar?"

Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan was unconsciously surprised.

Unexpectedly, in this deep forest, instead of encountering any fierce beasts, they encountered a sloppy little beggar.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help becoming vigilant.

The appearance of this little beggar seemed somewhat strange.

However, what Zhang Cuishan didn't expect was that.

After the little beggar appeared, he ignored his intentions and went straight to the campfire.

After putting down the wooden stick in his hand, the little beggar sat down straight on the ground.

After taking his seat, his eyes never moved from the grilled chicken from the beginning to the end.

That greedy look, it was obvious that Zhang Cuishan had the idea of ​​roasting chicken.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cuishan smiled wryly, and asked softly, "What? Do you want to eat?"

"Cuckoo!"

The little beggar nodded, his throat was throbbing, he was actually swallowing saliva.

Zhang Cuishan smiled slightly, and didn't say much.

After the wild pheasant roasted for a while, he took the roast chicken off the fire.

This wild pheasant was caught by Zhang Cuishan before he came to Linzi.

There happened to be a stream not far away, and after some cleaning, it went on the grill.

When he left Wudang, Zhang Cuishan had prepared a lot of condiments.

After all, it is a very pleasant thing to travel abroad and often sleep in the mountains, get some game and roast it.

At this time, the appearance of the roasted pheasant was crispy and yellowed, and the rich aroma came out.

Seeing Zhang Cuishan taking down the roasted pheasant, the little beggar's throat throbbed even faster.

"No, here it is!"

Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan smiled faintly, without procrastinating, directly tore off a roasted chicken leg and handed it to the little beggar.

The little beggar was not polite, and directly took the roasted chicken leg from Zhang Cuishan.

"You little beggar is quite pitiful, why are you wandering in the mountains and forests?"

Zhang Cuishan looked at the little beggar with a smile, and said with emotion.

"You are the beggar!"

What surprised Zhang Cuishan was that the moment he finished his words, the little beggar immediately choked back.

Before Zhang Cuishan could react, the little beggar was already wolfing down the roasted chicken legs.

"You look like this...you still say you're not a beggar?"

Zhang Cuishan muttered to himself without thinking too much, then tore off a piece of grilled chicken and chewed it slowly.

"It's so fragrant!"