When night fell on the earth, the Seven Heroes of Wudang appeared in a restaurant in the realm of the capital.

This place is within the sphere of influence of the Ruyang Palace, and although the appearance of the seven people has changed greatly, in order not to attract attention, they are still divided into two tables.

In the lobby on the second floor of the restaurant.

The wine and food were all served, and the seven of them ate slowly.

"Fifth brother, what should I do next?"

The person who spoke was the senior brother Song Yuanqiao.

By Zhang Cuishan, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan, Mo Shenggu, for a table.

Zhang Cuishan took a bite of food and said: "In the middle of the night, I will go to see if I can lure out the two elders of Xuan Ming, and you brothers and sisters, I will go to the Dragon King Temple in the suburbs to ambush." ”

Mo Shenggu shook his head and said, "Fifth brother, it's too dangerous for you to go by yourself." ”

Zhang Cuishan said: "Don't worry, I have my own plans, there are many people, but it is easy to have accidents." ”

Song Yuanqiao glanced at each other, and saw that Zhang Cuishan was confident in his heart, so he didn't say anything more.

For such an important place as Ruyang Palace, it is definitely heavily guarded.

But if it is the same situation as recorded in the novel, Zhang Cuishan will have a advantage to take advantage of.

What's more, his plan was just to lure out the two elders of Xuan Ming.

It was late at night, and Zhang Cuishan, who was wearing a night robe and masked, disappeared into the darkness.

After a long time, Zhang Cuishan's figure flashed in the night, and the only pair of eyes on his face were staring at hundreds of meters away.

There, the continuous palace palace, even if it is late at night, there are still many places with lights.

Zhang Cuishan's figure shuttled through the darkness, and reappeared, already on the wall of the palace.

At this moment, there are still countless officers and soldiers patrolling the palace, and they are well guarded.

The two elders of Xuan Ming belong to the status of guest in the palace.

Zhang Cuishan looked at the buildings in the palace and analyzed and guessed.

The palace building is located in the shape of an inverted mountain, and the position in the middle is generally the main seat, and it is impossible to live outsiders.

On the left and right, it may be the habitat of the guest.

"One of the two elders is a drinker, the other is lustful, it is only eleven o'clock at night, and they will never go to bed early. ”

Therefore, Zhang Cuishan found that in the middle of the row of buildings on the right, several households were still lit, and the people inside were obviously not asleep.

Zhang Cuishan avoided several patrolling groups of officers and soldiers in a row, and finally approached the next building.

Faintly, a faint moan came from the room.

The deer stick is lustful, and the crane pen is a drinker.

There is no need to guess, Zhang Cuishan knows who is inside.

The second elder of Xuan Ming has always been Meng Bujiao Jiao Jiao is not separated from Meng, so the room next door with the lights on is very likely to be Hebi Weng.

Zhang Cuishan flicked his fingers in his hand, and two paper balls broke out of the air.

And his own body was hidden in the darkness.

'Puff puff'

There were only two crisp sounds, and two paper balls broke through the bamboo strips of paper in the windows of the two rooms and flew in.

He Bi Weng, who was drinking and seemed to be drunk, was shocked, and almost at the same time as the paper ball broke through the window, he found the paper ball.

I saw his figure flash, reached out and grabbed the paper ball.

At the same time, the deer stick next door, who was doing something terrible, also stopped doing things because of the appearance of the paper ball.

After a while, he pushed the door out, looking at the crane pen who came out first, who was also holding a paper ball in his hand, with a solemn expression.

At this moment, Hebi Weng's eyes were clear, and he saw him open the paper ball and said, "Senior brother, do you want to go?"

On the paper ball, there are only a few short three words.

'Dragon King Temple'

The deer sticker looked in a certain direction, and the light in his eyes flickered.

If the purpose of the paper ball was written, they would definitely not go.

However, it was just a place to write, and there was no other purpose.

So, on the contrary, it aroused curiosity in their hearts.

After all, Lu Zhuke did not overcome the curiosity in his heart, and said: "Go, as long as our brothers are together, even if we meet Zhang Sanfeng, even if we are defeated, we can retreat." ”

"Good. ”

The figures of the two flickered and disappeared into the night sky, and the direction they traveled was the Dragon King Temple more than ten miles away.

Zhang Cuishan was still hidden, motionless, and did not hurry to follow.

"Senior brother, this is the Ruyang Palace, you are so cautious, are you too cautious? ”

After a while, the tongue-filled voice of the crane pen man sounded.

"Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, you can go now. ”

The deer stick guest answered, and the two of them were completely gone.

"Sample, you are still a little tender after playing thirty-six tricks with me. ”

Zhang Cuishan muttered to himself, and then his figure pulled up and followed.

The two elders of Xuan Ming are unfathomable, so Zhang Cuishan has always been separated from them by a distance of dozens of zhang, and he is not too close.

Around the dilapidated Dragon King Temple, the figures of the six people of Song Yuanqiao each occupy one direction.

At this moment, he was hiding his breath, staring motionless in the same direction.

That direction is the direction of the Ruyang Palace.

If the two elders of Xuan Ming came, they must have come from that direction.

None of them doubted whether the two elders of Xuan Ming would be fooled, among their senior brothers, if anyone had the highest wisdom and the most flexible brain, it must be Zhang Cuishan.

What's more, today's Zhang Cuishan is still a modern weekend.

And he knows almost everything here.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible!

Unless you really can't beat it!

However, the right time, place and people have taken advantage of it.

If you can't beat it, you can consciously order the end of the whole play.

The speed of the second elder Xuan Ming was not fast, and Zhang Cuishan could only slow down.

Suddenly, the figure of the deer stick suddenly turned back, and the speed was so fast, almost only two or three breaths, and it spanned a distance of dozens of zhang and came to the place where Zhang Cuishan was standing.

Hebi Weng followed, and asked, "Senior brother, but someone is following us?"

The deer stick glanced around with a torch of fire, and said uncertainly: "I always feel uneasy in my heart, as if someone is following us. ”

He Bi Weng raised his hand and slashed out several palm prints in succession.

'Bouncing'

The ground exploded, leaving deep pits and several large trees breaking off.

However, there was no movement.

Hebi Weng withdrew his palm and said, "Senior brother, I think you are too worried, and there are not many people on the rivers and lakes who dare to follow us alone, right?"

The deer stick didn't say anything more, and then floated away.

"It's dangerous. ”

In the darkness, Zhang Cuishan, who turned into Voldemort behind a big tree, sighed, stood up, and shook off the dust.

He already overestimated the deer sticker, and he didn't want to, but he still underestimated his caution.

It's almost exposed.

Now he doesn't have to be afraid of the two elders. However, if they were to go, he did not leave them with certainty either.

All the way back, Zhang Cuishan didn't dare to get too close, and pulled the distance to a hundred zhang.

The two elders of Xuan Ming gradually increased their speed, and in less than a moment, they came to the outside of the Dragon King Temple.

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion, especially a group of people who have always guarded the border, giving us a quiet time, gratitude, at this time, I want to chant a poem, ah......

Autumn Thoughts

Lonely wanderer,

The mother did not see her top.

It's the Mid-Autumn Night of another year,

but I heard the cuckoo crying in a foreign land.