The direction of Zhang He's departure was not the Han River, but from the green forest straight up to Wudang Mountain.

Flying over the treetops, Zhang He's figure was like a bird flying freely, but his thoughts were suddenly very chaotic, never so chaotic.

In the past, he was in the midst of all kinds of puzzles, he was the calmest and most sober, and he could often see through other people's tricks at a glance.

But this time, he couldn't see through it.

At least he can't see through the big bull.

He and Da Niu are also friends and enemies, not a-for-tat enemy, but they are not a friend who is close to their hearts.

But Zhang He understands a little, Zhang He knows that a person like Da Niu, absolutely no one can force him to say what he doesn't want to say, but Da Niu still told him, what is this for?

Zhang He believes that Da Niu is definitely not the kind of hot-headed person for no reason, and if he tells himself the news, he must have his reasons and deep meanings.

Wudang Mountain is undulating, verdant and lush, this Taoist holy place with a history of 100 years is a solemn scene, overlooking from a high altitude, Taihe Palace is like a jade necklace, and like a turtle.

Of course, Zhang He would not think that Wudang was a turtle, and whoever had this kind of thinking usually ended up miserable.

But now he is facing a problem, if the red goods are packed in the sacks of the grain, then the grain must be kept in the warehouse or kitchen of the Wudang faction, even if Zhang He can find the exact hiding place, but how to notify Jiang Yao and the four major dart bureaus in time and transfer the red goods out is a super big problem.

Of course, no matter how big the problem is, it can't be difficult for Zhang He, and fifteen minutes later, Zhang He sneaked into the warehouse of Taihe Houshan.

He was lying quietly on the beam of the hall like a dead man, and below were all Wudang disciples dressed in Taoist costumes, moving various objects back and forth.

Zhang He lay on it and didn't dare to come out, because the foundation of the most ordinary Wudang disciples is not weak, and the slightest movement will be immediately discovered, and if he is trapped on Wudang Mountain, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It's not just torture, it's a kind of endurance.

Behind the glory of Zhang He's countless victories, he has endured in a similar harsh environment.

He had to wait, wait until the pyrotechnic disciples had finished cooking dinner for the guests before he could do it, and there was a storeroom in front of him, but there was a big lock hanging on the huge door panel, and if he forcibly opened the lock, it would make a noise.

The sky gradually darkened, and there was a faint sound of crickets outside the storeroom, so it must have been a good day tonight.

The treasury finally quieted down, and at this moment, most of the Wudang disciples went to the front yard of the Taihe Palace, and Zhang He quietly slipped down from the beam of the room and tiptoed towards the vermilion door.

Zhang He is not a master of Qimen, and he doesn't know how to open the lock skillfully, but he chose the simplest and most direct method, directly cut off the door lock with a sword, and then gently pushed the door open.

Just as the door was pushed open, a sword light rushed out like a poisonous snake, rushing straight to Zhang Hemian door.

This sword is the fastest sword Zhang He has seen so far, and only his tall bones can see the way clearly, his footsteps slip, and the person falls backwards onto the pillar.

The sword light didn't stop, stabbing halfway through the line, and followed as if it had long eyes.

Zhang He was surprised, the sword is not terrible, what is terrible is the change, there are really few people in the dynasty who can practice the change to this extent.

Zhang He's feet kicked on the pillar, and the whole person penetrated into the warehouse with a fish leap action, and the sword light was as he expected, and it swept diagonally and turned into a reverse stab, this time it was not avoided by reaction and body technique.

Seeing that the sword light was about to pierce Zhang He's back like a meteor, Zhang He didn't turn his head, his right arm was bent backhand, and two fingers "ding" caught the cold sword blade, and the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from his waist at this time.

In front of "Finger of the Spirit", any sneak attack and assassination has become childish and ridiculous.

As soon as Zhang He turned around, he saw a masked man.

At this moment, Zhang He was a little curious, he had seen a lot of masked people, but this masked man was very different.

He was dressed in a rough green cloth coat, and there were no boots on his feet, but cloth shoes!

The sword in his hand is obviously not a sharp weapon, but an ordinary green steel sword, this Zhang He is confident that he will not be mistaken, it is definitely a store goods.

The most ridiculous thing is his face towel, which is not a black scarf, but a tablecloth similar to the NPC aunts in the novice village.

This person is not tall, and he looks a little weak and thin, but it is this person with rotten equipment and such a weak person, who has just sent out such a powerful three attacks, if it is not for his personal experience, even Zhang He would never believe this kind of thing.

"Who are you?" The masked man's voice was low, but his timbre couldn't hide from an old bird like Zhang He, and he knew it was a young man when he heard it.

Zhang He smiled: "I haven't asked who you are yet!" ”

The masked man drew his sword violently, but unfortunately, the weapon caught by "Lingxi One Finger" was not so easy to draw.

The look of vigilance and nervousness in the masked man's eyes was even heavier, seeing his gaze like this, Zhang He not only felt terrible, but felt a little funny: "Young man, don't be nervous. ”

"I'm not a lad." The masked man looked a little angry.

In front of an old Jianghu like Zhang He, he is still a little immature.

Zhang He let go of his finger and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm not from Wudang." ”

As soon as he let go, the masked man knew that the other party's internal strength was amazing, far above him, and if the other party wanted his own life, it would be impossible for him to draw back the sword.

"You're not from Wudang, what are you sneaking here for?" The masked man said angrily.

Zhang He looked at him with interest: "It seems that you came before me." ”

Masked man: "So what? ”

Zhang He smiled: "I don't think you are a thief, and you are not suitable for the thief industry?" ”

The masked man wondered, "How do you know?" ”

Zhang He laughed even harder, of course he couldn't say that a thief's eyes would not be as clear and simple as you.

This is indeed a very peculiar pair of eyes, although they are masked, these eyes are full of vigilance, nervousness, and trepidation, but they are also full of curiosity, confusion, and innocence, and a flying thief will not have such eyes.

Zhang He stared at him and said, "When you reach my level, you will naturally be able to see it, and now you should at least let me see your true face." ”

The masked man also looked at Zhang He, the vigilance in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he suddenly found that the master in front of him had a power that could be inexplicably trusted, at least the master didn't look like a Jiangyang thief with a full face.

In his concept, the person who dares to break into Wudang at night is absolutely extraordinary.

The relationship between people is really wonderful, at this moment, the masked man actually tore off the coarse cloth towel on his face.

He was indeed a young man, with a very immature and indifferent face, but his eyes were bright, as if he was full of curiosity about everything.

Seeing his eyes, Zhang He thought of the cold stars on a winter night.

Zhang He looked at him and said, "My surname is Wu, and I call it to conquer everything by force." ”

The young man's eyes brightened, and his voice had a hint of excitement: "You...... You are the murderous star - Brother Wuwu? ”

Zhang He laughed and said, "Am I like someone who likes to kill?" ”

The boy smiled too, his smile like an iceberg melting in the spring breeze.

Zhang He has never seen a person's smile so contagious, just like a child's knowing smile, that kind of naturalness and innocence is more impressive than a beautiful woman's looking back and smiling.

"What's your name?" Zhang Hyuk asked.

"Me?" The boy was still a little ignorant, "I'm not as famous as you." ”

Zhang He said: "I'm not asking about your fame, I'm asking about your name." ”

The boy lowered his head, apparently unwilling to answer.

Zhang He stared at him, looking at his tattered and cheap store goods, and an indescribable sadness suddenly surged in his heart, he had seen his shadow in his youth from this young man.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked. Zhang He came out of nowhere for some reason.

The young man looked at him in surprise, this master could actually see his mind at a glance.

After being silent for a long time, the young man snorted: "It's okay if you call me Xiaoyun, my name is Bu Xiaoyun." ”

"Bu Xiaoyun? Why is it so similar to Bu Jingyun? Zhang He was curious.

Bu Xiaoyun's eyes lit up again: "I like to watch "Fengyun", so I call it Bu Xiaoyun." ”

Zhang He couldn't help but say: "But you don't look like Bu Jingyun at all." ”

Bu Xiaoyun said: "You are not like the kind of criminal said in the government. ”

Zhang He said: "Why? ”

Bu Xiaoyun said: "I stabbed you three times, but you didn't fight back, few people can hide from my "Three Thorns in the Clouds". ”

Zhang He was moved: "This is your self-created martial arts skill?" ”

Bu Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Hmm!" ”

Zhang He was silent, suddenly sighed and arched his hand: "I admire it so much, I am ashamed of myself." ”

Bu Xiaoyun looked at him, and a slight smile appeared on his face again.

Zhang He also looked at him and smiled with satisfaction.

It's hard for you to imagine that in the backyard warehouse of Wudang, under such a thrilling night, the faces of two men, one big and one small, can still emit such a bright and knowing smile.

Camaraderie!

Only friendship!

This thornless rose is sometimes like a sudden outbreak of love, you can't tell why, you can't find any reason, you are willing to believe in someone, willing to make a friend, just like a meteor piercing the sky as brilliant and brilliant, it makes you excited and enthusiastic, it even makes you willing to go to the soup for this emotion, just like the first encounter between Zhang He and the fat man.

A young swordsman who has just entered the rivers and lakes, a prodigal ranger who is deeply involved in the world, actually met on Wudang Mountain, and instead of fighting, he laughed happily.

Fortunately, Jiang Yao, Zhong Shuman, Lin Ruoli and other women didn't see it, and if they saw it, they were afraid that they would think that Zhang He had suddenly gone crazy

(To be continued)