The heavens: pushing across all realms

Feng Ji listened to Yin Susu's request, and his expression couldn't help but fall into memories.

He remembered that in the original plot, Zhang Wuji seemed to have been kidnapped by the two elders Xuan Ming at this time.

Moreover, on Zhang Sanfeng’s 100th birthday, the two elders Xuan Ming will also come.

He couldn't help but smile at the moment. This matter was not difficult.

As long as the two elders Xuan Ming dared to appear, he would definitely be able to save Zhang Wuji.

He was about to agree, but suddenly he saw Zhang Cuishan's expression seemed a little unhappy.

Feng Ji was slightly surprised and thought to himself that this was to save his son. Why was he unhappy?

But Zhang Cuishan suddenly interrupted Yin Susu and said in a deep voice: "Susu, Hall Master Feng and the others have come all the way here. They are exhausted. Why don't we bother them about Wuji's affairs?"

Yin Susu turned her head and looked at Zhang Cuishan in disbelief: "Fifth brother, you...what do you mean? Is that our child?"

Zhang Cuishan looked at Feng Ji and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Feng Ji smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Miss Yin, why don't you two discuss it?"

Yin Susu felt angry. It was rare that the Sky Eagle Sect had a master. She couldn't ask for help from the Wudang Sect, so why couldn't she ask for help from her own family?

Without saying anything, she said directly: "There is no need to discuss it. Hall Master Feng, I leave this matter to you all."

Feng Ji smiled and nodded: "Miss Yin, please rest assured that Feng will do his best to find the young master."

Yin Susu was immediately overjoyed, thanked him repeatedly, and never mentioned the fact that his brother was beaten by Feng Ji.

They say girls are outward-looking, and this is absolutely true.

After having her own family, Yin Susu didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about the Tianying Sect. The only thing she cared about was her children and husband.

Feng Ji saw it clearly and immediately said: "In that case, we will take our leave now. I will come back to congratulate Master Zhang on his birthday tomorrow."

Just as Yin Susu was about to nod, Zhang Cuishan immediately said, "You have already paid your respects today. As long as you have what you want, you don't need to come tomorrow."

Feng Ji was stunned, looked at Zhang Cuishan, and then at Yin Susu.

Yin Susu's expression changed slightly, her mind was alert, and she immediately understood Zhang Cuishan's thoughts.

This is the Wudang Sect, a famous and upright sect as famous as Shaolin.

I don't know if anyone will come to celebrate his birthday tomorrow. If people from the Sky Eagle Sect are seen here, it may have an impact on Wudang's reputation.

Yin Susu felt unhappy in her heart, but she still respected her husband. She quickly looked at Feng Ji and said, "Hall Master Feng, it will be great if you can take care of things like birthday greetings. Please pay more attention and help me find my unfortunate child."

Feng Ji glanced at the couple and guessed what Zhang Cuishan was thinking.

At that moment, he sneered secretly, stopped talking nonsense, clasped his fists, and said, "Okay, I'll take my leave."

Zhang Cuishan and his wife took them all the way to the foot of the mountain before parting ways.

The etiquette is not bad at all, he is polite, but he clearly doesn't want to get too close.

Feng Ji didn't care. Zhang Sanfeng was the only one in the Wudang Sect who could give him a high look. He didn't bother to care about other people's attitudes.

If it weren't for the kindness left by Yin Susu, he might not even bother to come here.

His most important thing now is to expel the Mongolian Tatars, obtain the luck of this world, and prepare for his entry into the next world.

Feng Ji led everyone down the mountain, and Niu Dadan couldn't help but said: "This Wudang Clan is really funny. We came all the way here and sent us down without even eating a bite. Isn't it too unkind?"

Feng Ji smiled and scolded: "Are you short of this meal?"

Niu DaDang smiled: "It's true that Wudang is a good job, but I feel uncomfortable."

Yin Wufu sighed at the side and said to Feng Ji: "Hallmaster Feng, our uncle doesn't seem to want to have much to do with our Tianying Sect. After all, their Wudang sect is a well-known and decent sect. Let's just give in for the sake of the young lady." Bar."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "I don't care. If it weren't for Miss Yin, I wouldn't bother to come here."

Yin Wufu smiled: "Thank you for your understanding."

Feng Ji looked at the bustle at the foot of Wudang Mountain and couldn't help but said: "This is the territory of the Wudang Sect. We are looking for people, but I'm afraid they won't be as efficient as the Wudang Sect. Niu Bold, are there any people from our Tianying Sect here in Hubei? ?”

"It seems like the brothers from the Snake Altar are nearby."

"Let's go to the Divine Snake Altar."

At that moment, Feng Ji and his party changed their route to the entrance of the Divine Snake Altar. They had already arrived at the Divine Snake Altar in the afternoon.

The owner of the Divine Snake Altar, whose surname is Feng, is Feng Changwu. He is a man in his forties.

Seeing Feng Ji and the others, Feng Changwu kept his posture very low and stepped forward to greet them with fists clasped: "My subordinate, Feng Changwu, would like to pay my respects to Hall Master Feng."

Feng Ji's current reputation is extremely resounding in the world. Everyone knows that the Sky Eagle Sect has produced such a [Blood-Hand Human Slaughter].

The brothers in the church were even more convinced of Feng Ji.

After all, Feng Ji, the leader of the hall, had won the position by defeating King Yin Ye with real swords and real spears.

Even if the leader came to ask questions in person, Feng Ji could handle it all. Even the leader had to admit his position as the leader of the church.

Feng Changwu naturally did not dare to show off in front of Feng Ji.

And the people around Feng Ji, Yin Wufu, Yin Wushou and others, were servants of the leader, and Feng Changwu did not dare to offend them.

"Master of the Altar, I have been entrusted by Miss Yin to find his son. How many manpower do you have here?" Feng Ji asked.

"There are always ten or twenty thousand people." said the altar master.

Feng Ji nodded: "Go ahead and let everyone stop what they are doing and look for the young lady's son first."

At the end, he added: "The murderer who kidnapped the young lady's son has good martial arts skills and should be near Wudang Mountain. If you find anything suspicious, don't alert the snake, just come and notify me."

"Yes, Hall Master Feng."

At that moment, Feng Changwu ordered his men to start spreading out their forces to search for Zhang Wuji's whereabouts.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Feng Changwu found clues and hurriedly came to report.

"Hall Master Feng, there is news."

Feng Ji, Yin Wufu, and Yin Wulu looked at each other, and Feng Changwu said quickly: "A brother saw a Mongolian cavalry at the foot of Wudang Mountain this morning. One of them was wearing Mongolian armor, but he was holding a man on the horse. A child of about ten years old.”

"Is it a boy?" Feng Ji asked.

"Exactly, the child's mouth was gagged, and it seemed that his acupuncture points were tapped."

"Where are the people?"

"They dispersed when they reached the foot of Wudang Mountain, and the man took the child up to Wudang Mountain."

Yin Wufu was greatly surprised and asked: "That child is most likely the young master, but why did the enemy take the young master to Wudang Mountain? That is the territory of the Wudang Sect, so he is not afraid of the Wudang Sect causing trouble?"

"Yes, isn't this asking for death?" Yin Wulu also said in surprise.

Feng Ji understood, however, that the Wudang Sect was unable to cause trouble for others today.

Feng Ji stood up and said, "Are any brothers following?"

"have!"

"lead the way!"

"yes!"

Everyone immediately followed Feng Changwu all the way to the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Feng Changwu followed the marks left by his disciples and went all the way up the mountain.

This mountain road is not the main mountain road, but a small road. It is winding and rugged. It is extremely difficult to climb the mountain without a high level of lightness.

When he climbed halfway up the mountain, Feng Changwu's face suddenly changed slightly and he said anxiously: "The mark has disappeared."

Feng Ji frowned and glanced around, and suddenly saw signs of broken trees not far ahead. He immediately swayed and came to the collapsed grass.

But he saw a corpse lying in the green grass.

The body was stiff and there was a layer of frost covering the surface!

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and at this time Yin Wufu and others also rushed over.

As soon as Feng Changwu saw the corpse, his face suddenly changed, revealing a look of grief and anger, and he said sadly: "It's my disciple! It seems that the enemy has discovered it."

Yin Wufu stepped forward, untied the corpse's chest, and checked the injuries.

Just looking at it, his face changed slightly: "What a powerful palm!"

But he saw a black and blue handprint on the left rib of the corpse's chest.

Frost is everywhere near the fingerprints!

"Brother, what kind of palm technique is this? It's so vicious." Yin Wulu asked in shock.

Yin Wufu couldn't help but shake his head. Even though he was over fifty years old and had been in the world for so many years, he still didn't know this palm technique.

"Somewhat like the Ice Palm of the Ming Cult's Green-winged Bat King..." Yin Wufu guessed.

Yin Wulu was horrified: "The Green-winged Bat King of the Ming Cult? Could it be that... are they still resenting their master for betraying the Ming Cult and creating their own Sky Eagle Sect?"

"You shouldn't. If you want to cause trouble for the master, you would have come here long ago. Why are you embarrassing a little child now?"

Yin Wufu also couldn't figure it out, and said: "The four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult are highly skilled in martial arts. Although they all have eccentric personalities, they are all aboveboard men and would not attack a child."

The two analyzed it for a while, but couldn't analyze anything. They were just worried.

Judging from the strength of this palm, the enemy seemed to be very strong. They asked themselves that they were probably no match for them.

At the moment, all eyes were turned to Feng Ji. Among the people present, Hall Master Feng was the only one who might be able to fight.

Feng Ji smiled: "Don't guess, I know who it is."

Everyone was surprised. Yin Wufu couldn't help but said: "Hall Master Feng recognizes the origin of this palm print?"

He was a little surprised. Although Feng Ji was good at martial arts, he didn't look very old. How could he be more knowledgeable than an old man like himself?

Feng Ji nodded, looked at the golden summit of Wudang Mountain, and said, "This is the Xuanming Divine Palm."

Yin Wufu and others were once again at a loss, obviously they had never heard of this palm technique.

Feng Ji didn't explain much and said, "Let's go, that person has probably arrived at Wudang Golden Summit."

Everyone was confused, and Feng Changwu couldn't help but said: "What is that person doing at Wudang Golden Summit?"

Feng Ji smiled: "What else can he do? He captured Miss Yin's child, naturally to force him to question Miss Yin about the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife."

Everyone suddenly realized, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.

"It's not like the right way to use a child as a bargaining chip."

"Hmph, what do you think of those righteous people who keep claiming justice in the world?"

The altar leader couldn't help but nodded: "Exactly, that day when we met the young lady on the sea in eastern Zhejiang with our Tianshi cousins, a disciple of the Beggar Clan attacked and captured the young master. If it weren't for the martial arts of Wudang Yu Erxia, I saved the young master with one sword, I'm afraid..."

"Hmph, these rats from the Beggar Clan have really lost the prestige of the heroine Huang Rong from a hundred years ago."

Feng Ji interrupted their conversation and said: "Put the body on your back and go to Jinding. The man must be hiding in Jinding."

At that moment, Feng Changwu carried the body on his back, and everyone quickly climbed to the Wudang Golden Summit.

But before we reached the Golden Summit, we could vaguely see a lot of people standing on the Golden Summit.

But these people are not wearing Wudang Clan clothes, but from different sects.

Among them were men and women, old people and young people.

"Shaolin, Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, Huashan...oh, the five major sects gathered in Wudang?" Feng Changwu said in surprise.

Yin Wufu said solemnly: "I'm afraid something big is going to happen. Even the Giant Whale Gang, the Sea Sand Sect, the Divine Fist Sect, and the Wushan Sect are here!"

Everyone looked and saw that in addition to people from the five major sects, there were also many small sects here.

Feng Ji said in a deep voice: "Let's go over and have a look."

He knew that a good show was about to take place. Whether he could save Yin Susu and his wife would depend on what happened next.

Now the three of them blended into the crowd and looked inside the house.

But I saw the leaders of all the major factions gathered in Wudang. In the inner hall, Zhang Sanfeng was dressed in long robes, his eyebrows and beard all white.

In the hall, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, except for Yu Daiyan who was seriously injured but did not show up, the others were all there.

Zhang Cuishan was also among them at this time, but he did not see Yin Susu.

But when I saw the Wudang Sect, a man who was not tall but well built said, "Seniors and distinguished friends, today is the 100th birthday of my mentor. It is a great honor for all of you to be here in Wudang."

When he said this, he paused and then said: "My junior brother Cuishan has been away for ten years and is returning today. What he has experienced in the past ten years has not yet been revealed to his teacher. And today is the day of his great joy. If Talking about grievances in the martial arts world can't help but hurt people's feelings. Since you are here to wish me a birthday, you have good intentions and I believe you are not here to cause trouble."

Feng Ji nodded secretly among the crowd. This man spoke with a certain grace.

The purpose is also obvious, it is to stop everyone's mouth with words, and state first that today is a happy day for Wudang. If anyone brings up the grudges in the world, they are deliberately going against Wudang.

You know, among the martial arts nowadays, Shaolin and Wudang are equally famous, ranking first, followed by Emei Kunlun.

No matter which faction is present, if you stand alone against the Wudang Clan, you must be wary of one or two.

So everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but look towards Shaolin.

At the moment, it seems that only the Shaolin sect can stand up and take the lead.

It’s just that among the thousands of people in the world, there are always idiots.

I saw a person from the Kunlun faction stand up and shouted: "Zhang Sixia, you don't have to keep your words in your head. We Ming people don't do secret things, so we open the skylight and speak openly. This time everyone goes up the mountain, first of all, it's for Master Zhang." Happy birthday, secondly, I want to ask Xie Xun about the whereabouts of that thief!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately looked at this person subconsciously.

Feng Ji also looked over and suddenly laughed.

It turns out that this person is an acquaintance, actually Xi Huazi from the Kunlun Sect!

Feng Ji still remembered that he had fought with him at sea. At that time, Xi Huazi relied on his internal strength to get close to him and defeated Feng Ji's horizontal practice with a quick sword.

However, one of his arms was broken by Feng Jishengsheng.

Looking at him dancing now, it seems that his arm injury has recovered.

It has to be said that in the world of martial arts, people with internal strength can recover faster than ordinary people from injuries.

When Xihuazi opened his mouth, the heroes applauded.

Only He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, looked ugly and glanced at Xi Huazi gloomily.

Xi Huazi was so praised by the crowd that he didn't notice the master's face at all.

However, Wei Siniang, a female disciple of the Kunlun Sect next to him, noticed this and quickly pulled Xi Huazi.

Xihuazi asked doubtfully: "What are you pulling me for?"

Wei Siniang sighed. She couldn't say anything, but she was secretly angry. This Xihuazi was extremely stupid.

As Xihuazi spoke, some people from other factions started to boo in the crowd.

"The heroes of the Kunlun faction are right, we are here to inquire about Xie Xun's whereabouts!"

"Zhang Cuishan, if you are still a man, stand up!"

"The Wudang Sect is as famous as Shaolin, so they won't collude with the Demon Cult, right?"

…

What those people said became more and more unpleasant. Among the Wudang Sect, Mo Shenggu had the most irritable temper.

He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Okay, it turns out that your birthday wishes are fake, but you have hidden weapons for a long time and want to embarrass me Wudang, right?"

When he became angry, the heroes were afraid of Wudang's reputation and whispered.

Xihuazi spoke again and shouted: "Who is hiding the weapon? Stop spitting blood!"

Without saying a word, Mo Shenggu suddenly flashed his body and pointed with one hand. There was a loud bang, and the belts of several people in the world broke. There was only a crash, and indeed a weapon fell out.

The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.

Seeing this, Xi Huazi came forward again and shouted: "Yes, if Zhang Wuxia refuses to inform the evil thief Xie Xun's whereabouts and forces everyone to wield knives and swords, there is nothing we can do!"

When everyone in Wudang heard this, they were all furious.

Just as he was about to take action, the leader of the Shaolin sect who had been silent until now suddenly stood up.

"Amitabha, fists and feet have no eyes, this is not everyone's intention. Zhang Wuxia, if you don't want Wudang to become the target of public criticism, please tell the truth about Xie Xun's whereabouts."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cuishan had no choice but to step forward.

He was about to stand up when he saw Master Zhang Sanfeng getting up first and asked: "Three eminent monks also want to make things difficult for me, Wudang?"

Master Kongwen shook his head and said: "Master Zhang, the poor monk is your descendant according to his age. Apart from paying birthdays today, I shouldn't mention anything else. But the poor monk is the head of the Shaolin sect, and there are some things that must not be done. If you don’t come forward and make it clear.”

He did not look at Zhang Sanfeng, but looked at Zhang Cuishan and said: "Zhang Wuxia, the poor monk has two things to ask you. First, Zhang Wuxia killed my Shaolin sect's Longmen Escort with seventy-one blows, and then killed Shaolin." Six monks, how should the lives of these seventy-one people be ended?"

"The second thing is that our senior brother Kong Jian, Master Kong Jian, was compassionate and virtuous throughout his life and had no disputes with others. However, he was tragically killed by the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. I heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the man named Xie and asked Zhang Wuxia for instructions."

When Feng Ji saw this scene, he sneered secretly in his heart.

Shaolin Bald Donkey took it seriously and asked about Xie Xun's whereabouts at first.

When Zhang Sanfeng came forward, he made a fuss about Longmen Escort Agency and Kong Jian's death.

If Zhang Sanfeng's generation of masters uses force, they may not be Zhang Sanfeng's opponents.

But if we are to be honest, Zhang Cuishan is indeed in the wrong, and Zhang Sanfeng cannot explain clearly.

Because although Zhang Cuishan did not destroy the Longmen Escort Bureau, it was his wife Yin Susu who did it.

After all is said and done, this matter still has to be blamed on their family.

As for Xie Xun's whereabouts, he really knew it, but he couldn't tell him.

There is simply no solution to this.

Zhang Cuishan opened his mouth and could only say: "The lives of the seventy-one people in the Longmen Escort Bureau were definitely not committed by this junior. As for the murderer... this junior knows about it, but he is unwilling to tell."

"As for the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun, I have eight friends with this junior. Although this junior also knows it, since we are sworn brothers, we naturally cannot betray my brother..."

As soon as he said this, the heroes were furious.

Immediately, someone cursed angrily: "Being sworn with the people of the Demon Sect, you are willing to fall!"

"Hmph, not only that, he also married a demon sect witch. Is this how a Wudang sect disciple practices Taoism?"

"Hey, the demon sect witch is so good at sex, even the Wu-Tang sect heroes can't stand being seduced, hehe..."

For a moment, the heroes sneered and ridiculed, and their words were extremely unpleasant.

In the crowd, Yin Wufu, Yin Wulu and others all looked ugly and clenched their fists.

These people insulted the young lady, and they were naturally angry.

Feng Changwu was also furious, and said to himself: "They say we are a demon sect, what a bastard, these people are taking advantage of Zhang Zhenren's 100th birthday to come and force him, are they considered heroes? Damn it."

Seeing that Wudang's prestige seemed to be insulted, Zhang Cuishan became anxious, but he knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't know how to defend himself.

But at this moment, a burst of laughter was heard from the crowd.

"Hahahaha, the five major sects gathered in Wudang, took advantage of Zhang Zhenren's 100th birthday to cause trouble, and even hid weapons. Is this a famous and decent sect? I think it's nothing more than that."

Everyone was shocked and turned around to find the person who spoke.

When everyone turned around, they saw the tall Feng Ji, leading Yin Wufu and three others, striding towards the Zhenwu Hall!

"who are they?"

"Which faction are you from? Why are you here to rebel?"

"Look at their sleeves, they are from the Sky Eagle Cult!"

"What! People from the Demon Cult?"

"How brave, you demon sect demon, how dare you come here!"

"Wait a minute, isn't the Wu-Tang Clan already colluding with the Demon Cult?"

"Oops, this time the Wudang Clan colludes with the Demon Cult, there won't be an ambush, right?"

…

Everyone present's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at the Wu-Dang Clan with strange eyes.

Everyone in the Wudang Sect was even more surprised and subconsciously looked at Zhang Cuishan.

Zhang Cuishan's face changed slightly, and he was caught off guard. He quickly looked at Feng Ji and said, "Hall Master Feng, didn't I tell you not to come yesterday?"

There was actually a trace of reproach in his words.

A trace of disdain flashed in Feng Ji's eyes, and he said calmly: "Zhang Wuxia, I don't want to show my face. If someone hadn't insulted my teacher and humiliated Miss Yin in front of me, I wouldn't have paid any attention to it. In addition, I have an investigation order. When I was young, I discovered that the murderer was on Wudang Mountain, so I climbed the mountain."

"What! Wuji is on the mountain?" Zhang Cuishan was overjoyed and quickly looked around.

There are hundreds of people here, so where can I find Zhang Wuji?

At this time, Xi Huazi recognized Feng Ji, jumped out immediately, and yelled: "Zhang Cuishan, you are really shameless, and you still say that you have not colluded with the Demon Cult? This person is clearly a member of the Demon Cult!"

"Everyone, this person once killed dozens of Giant Whale Gang disciples at sea. His methods were extremely cruel. Master Jingxu, you were there that day. Take a look. Is it this person?"

Over at the Emei Sect, before Jingxu could say anything, Master Jingxuan suddenly exclaimed: "It's you!"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Jingxuan, but they heard Master Jingxuan's eyes turn red instantly, showing hatred, staring at Feng Ji: "Blood-handed massacre!"

Hearing this, Jingxu couldn't help but asked quickly: "Jingxuan, what's going on?"

Jingxuan said with red eyes: "Senior sister, he is the notorious bloody massacre recently. When he was in Xuancheng, countless people from our various factions died at his hands!"

Hearing the words "bloody hand massacre", the people from the Shaolin sect suddenly raised their heads, and Master Nakong Wen also stared at Feng Ji.

He suddenly said: "Donor, I have something to ask you!"

Feng Ji looked at him lightly and said nothing.

But Master Kongwen asked coldly: "May I ask the donor, have you been to Shilipu, Langxi more than half a month ago?"

Feng Ji suddenly understood that the monk was asking Yuan Hui about those people!

He smiled: "Kong Wen, I know what you're asking. I killed those bald donkeys in Yuan Hui."

As soon as this statement came out, the Shaolin faction immediately roared angrily!

"It's really you!"

"Demon cult monster, damn it!"

"Kill them!"