On the sixth day of the first month of April, the sun is rising, this layer of hazy white fog is still floating in the mountains, at the turn of spring and summer, the climate is the most uncertain, in the early morning after the rain, Wudang Mountain is still cold.

At this time, many black horses suddenly came to the bottom of Wudang Mountain, and I saw a gorgeous cart pulled by four black horses at the head.

Followed by Wuyangyang, there were dozens of large carts covered with black cloths, and the wheels passed by, leaving two deep traces, obviously the weight of the goods in the cars was not light.

On the left and right of the carriage, there are hundreds of black-armored knights accompanying them, these guards carry long knives on their waists, and a long horse pistol is hung on the back of the horse.

The leader was a young man who was also shrouded in black armor, and the young man's face was as delicate as the boy next door, but his eyes were as quiet as a deep tan.

Several Wudang disciples guarding the mountain saw this majestic and mighty team coming from a distance, and they became nervous in fright. After a little discussion, one of them immediately turned around and ran towards the mountain to make a statement, while the rest of them looked nervous and went up to stop on the road.

"Zhao Douchun, a disciple of Xia Wudang, may I ask where you are from and why did you come to my Wudang?" One of the young men asked with a sword in his hand, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

These disciples are all disciples of the third generation of Wudang, and the oldest is in his twenties. At the beginning, he was indeed taken by the momentum of those black-armored knights, but at this time, he had come back to his senses, and he didn't want to fall into the prestige of the Wudang faction.

Rumble...!

With a uniform sound, the whole team stopped.

Then the luxurious carriage at the front opened, and a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, wearing a robe, and looking thirty-seven or eighteen, walked out.

Stepping on the small stool prepared by the servant, the man stepped out of the carriage and looked at several young men in Taoist robes holding long swords and stopping in the middle of the road in front of him. The middle-aged man arched his hand and said: "Several Taoist leaders are polite, Liu Xingtang, the director of the Lower Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, came on the order of the Traceless Prince, and asked for the messenger on his behalf." ”

"Childe Without a Trace?"

"You mean Eighth Uncle?"

The handsome young man at the head was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed.

"Exactly," the middle-aged man replied with a smile.

At the same time, the brothers of the mountain field were gathering in the dining room for breakfast, while Song Yuanqiao's wife Ling and Yin Susu were sitting at another table, and the little Zhengtai Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji with tiger heads and tiger brains next to them were sitting at another table.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, "Oh no, uncles and uncles, there are a lot of horses coming down the mountain!" ”

Everyone listened to the sound of hurried footsteps, and the next moment, this anxious shout came in, and then, a moment later, a young man sweating profusely and panting like an ox crashed in.

Looking at his speed, I am afraid that the light skills of the Wudang faction are very good.

"Qingyang, what kind of body is frizzy and irritable!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was at the top, saw that the young man looked panicked, and he didn't have the calmness that he usually taught, so he immediately became angry and scolded.

But in an instant, he suddenly thought that there were many people in Wudang Mountain, could it be that the martial arts heroes had gathered? So he hurriedly asked, "How many people are coming?" Who the hell is coming up the hill right away? ”。

"Master, I don't know! The disciples and a few senior brothers were guarding well at the foot of the mountain, but suddenly many people came and the momentum was violent. The senior brother asked the disciple to hurry up and report the news, and he went to resist. ”

Hearing that Qingyang was worried about his senior brothers, rather than being timid and afraid of things, Song Yuanqiao's anger in his heart disappeared a little, and he felt that these disciples were not in vain for their daily teachings.

"Who is it that is so alarming that you are so alarmed?" Yuan Ye asked with a calm face.

When the disciple heard his question, his face was overjoyed, as if he had finally found the backbone, and said in a loud voice: "Eighth Uncle Qiqi, the disciple doesn't know either." It's just that there are a lot of people coming, and there are more than 100 black-armored cavalry, and the good hands are strong! ”

"Cavalry? Could it be the Mengyuan Imperial Court? Zhang Songxi, who was on the left side of the head, looked shocked.

Could it be that the Mongol court is finally going to use a large army to deal with the Wulin sect?

The faces of all the heroes of Wudang changed, only Yuan Ye heard him say that the black-armored cavalry, his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something.

"Second brother, do you probably know who is coming?"

"Eighth brother, is it really a Mongolian cavalry? These Mongolian Tartars actually dared to come to Wudang Mountain to spread wilderness, and it is a pity that they were not able to enter the capital with you last time. This time, we just happened to kill the fuck together. Slamming the table, Mo Shenggu stood up and roared angrily, his face full of murder.

The others were all solemn and ready for a big battle.

"Senior brothers, don't worry, this shouldn't be a member of the Mongolian court." Yuan Ye smiled bitterly.

At this moment, there was another rush of footsteps outside, and everyone followed the voice, their eyes burning.

As soon as the young disciple ran through the door, he was immediately stared at by a dozen pairs of eyes, and his breath was so staggered that he forgot the words in his mouth.

"Senior Brother Liu, but those people have come up the mountain?" Qingyang saw that he was stunned, and hurriedly asked loudly.

That disciple's name is Liu Zhichang, he is a disciple of the Wudang layman, and he was just taken by the momentum of the Wudang heroes, and when he heard Qingyang's words, he finally came back to his senses.

"Ahh No, no, you are not an opponent, you are a person from a Kyushu trading house. ”

Hearing his brainless words, Song Yuanqiao was confused, but Zhang Songxi's eyes lit up beside him and asked, "But that Kyushu commercial house that has developed rapidly in recent years, has produced countless strange things and secret treasures, and has business all over the Central Plains?" ”

"Yes, Second Uncle, it is this Kyushu Commercial Firm, it is their main person who came, and he said that he came on the order of the Eighth Uncle."

Looking at the blazing eyes of the senior brothers, Yuan Ye touched his nose and whispered: "This Kyushu commercial house is the junior brother's industry. ”

"What! Kyushu Comptoir is your business! That VIP building, the gods are drunk! These are your properties? Mo Shenggu said incredulously.

"Ugh! It seems like yes. ”

"Good! Stinky boy, I'm going to break up with you! Mo Shenggu said with grief and indignation.

"Seventh brother, if the eighth brother does something wrong, you say that he is, why is this." Zhang Cuishan hurriedly stood up and said anxiously.

"Hehe, fifth brother, don't worry about them, every time the seventh brother and eighth brother secretly went to the back mountain to barbecue, they were spanked by the senior brother, and the seventh brother threatened to break off his friendship with the eighth brother. The next day, I didn't go to the eighth brother again. Yin Liting said with a smile.

Speaking of this interesting story in the past, Song Yuanqiao and the others all smiled.

"Seventh brother, did you go to that VIP building to eat the overlord meal, drank the fairy drunk, had no money to settle the bill, and was caught washing dishes in the back kitchen to pay off the debt?" Yin Liting said suddenly, looking at Mo Shenggu's cramped smile.

Mo Shenggu had a big beard and a red face under the curious eyes of the senior brothers, two sisters-in-law, and two nephews.

"Hey! Don't blame me? It's all to blame for the eighth brother, the food in the VIP building is too expensive, and the fairy is drunk, a small pot of one hundred taels of silver, and I accidentally drank ten pots. ”

The more he explained, the more smiles on everyone's faces became, especially Yin Liting's happiest smile.

Suddenly, Mo Shenggu's eyes flashed, "That's not right!" Sixth brother, how do you know that you will be arrested and taken to the back kitchen to wash dishes to pay off your debts? ”

Belch... Quack!

Yin Liting instantly felt as if his neck was choked, and his face turned red.

"Hey, sixth brother, have you also gone to my VIP building to eat the overlord meal?" Yuan Ye quipped.

"How is it possible, I heard about it, I heard from a friend in the rivers and lakes, yes, that's what he said", looking at his forcible quibbles, everyone laughed.

Mo Shenggu said with even more contempt: "Sixth brother, you must have secretly run away without washing enough dishes for a month, and the younger brother despises you."

"Nonsense, I've been washing the dishes for a month and a half, am I Yin Liting the kind of person who doesn't pay off my debts!" , Yin Liting blushed and looked sad and angry.

Hahahaha...!

Listening to him not admit himself, everyone leaned forward and backward with laughter, Qingyang and Liu Zhichang at the door both looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, their faces were purple, and they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.