Yang Chengzong smiled knowingly, and did not answer Wu Zhiyuan's question directly, but changed the topic and asked: "I asked your two senior brothers to go all the way to Yunnan to inform you to come to Maoshan for a trip, aren't my senior nephews not curious about the purpose of my summoning you at all?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan thought calmly for a moment when he heard this, knowing that today he had met a veteran of the good envoy's scheme, and the other party's words were full of traps and mysteries, and the slightest carelessness would lead to his way. So he didn't answer his question directly, but said domineeringly: "I came back today because I wanted to come back, not because I was notified or summoned by anyone." ”

Yang Chengzong's face changed slightly when he heard this. Wu Zhiyuan used the word "come back" in his words, completely regarding himself as the master of Maoshan, and Maoshan is his home, and he can go back if he wants to.

Wu Zhiyuan continued: "Actually, Uncle Yang, you should be curious about the purpose of my return today. ”

"Oh?" Yang Chengzong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "What is the purpose of the senior nephew?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, glanced at the people in front of him, and said fearlessly: "When I come back today, there are two main things to do. The first thing is to take away Sheng Wanxiang, the woman you came, and forcibly kidnap an innocent girl under house arrest, is this what a decent disciple of Maoshan did? ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Chengzong's face immediately changed, becoming gloomy and iron-blue, his lips trembled slightly, as if he had endured it so that he did not have a seizure.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't care how he reacted, but he still continued without humility or arrogance: "The second thing is to tell you that there is only one head of the Maoshan faction, that is, my master, and Uncle Yang, your master, the god of grains of the king of rivers and lakes!" I hope that all of you uncles and brothers can abide by the rules, be strict with yourself, be pragmatic and truth-seeking, and do less unrealistic thoughts! ”

As soon as these words came out, the muscles in the corners of Yang Chengzong's eyes twitched violently a few times, his face sank, and he said angrily: "Wu Zhiyuan, I call you a nephew because you learned a few tricks of Maoshan Technique from Master Gu, but if you want to think that you are a disciple of Maoshan based on this, or even arrogant and popular outside in the name of a disciple of Maoshan, then you are wrong!" There is no such person as you on the roster of our Maoshan disciples! So, you don't have the right to say that! ”

Although Wu Zhiyuan rarely regarded himself as a disciple of Maoshan, and he had never admitted his identity as a disciple of Maoshan on the rivers and lakes, he had always been proud of himself as a disciple of Maoshan. Wu Zhiyuan said sharply: "My master is Zhang Zefang, my master is only teaching art on behalf of the teacher, both the master and the master were present when I apprenticed, and I also performed the apprenticeship ceremony, why do you say that I am not a disciple of Maoshan?" ”

"Haha......" Yang Chengzong laughed loudly, "Do you think that kowtowing a few heads to a cup of tea is a disciple of Maoshan?" You are too naïve, every Maoshan disciple present knows that those who enter my Maoshan Dao need to open the purification altar and draw talismans on the whole body in front of the ancestor to purify the body, and only after the ceremony is completed is the real Maoshan disciple. Have you ever had a ritual to open the altar and draw a talisman to purify your body? ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that there would be any ceremony to open the altar and purify himself under the Maoshan Gate, and when he was in Wujia Village, he just performed the apprenticeship and toasted the tea, and the master also promised to accept him as a disciple, and never mentioned anything to open the altar and purify the body.

"Didn't you?" Yang Chengzong smiled proudly, "No, then it's not a real Maoshan disciple." Originally, the Maoshan Dao technique would not be passed on to outsiders, but since I, Master Gu, taught you the Maoshan technique, I must have his reason, so I will not interfere without permission. However, the other things on your body that belong to the Maoshan faction should be obediently returned to us, otherwise you don't want to leave Maoshan half a step today! ”

"What I have that belongs to the Maoshan faction?" Wu Zhiyuan was stunned, he had the Blood Shadow Demon Knife and the Peach Wood Sword on his body, as well as spell-casting things such as Dao talismans, as well as a compass given by his master. Could it be that Yang Chengzong wants that compass?

"Don't pretend to be confused!" Yang Chengzong said angrily, at this time, the two of them had completely torn their faces, "I have already inquired, after the Guiyuan True Scripture and the Maoshan Treasure Mirror were stolen by Yu Yisu, they fell into your hands, if you don't hand over these two things today, not only don't you want to take away your good friend, but even you yourself can't protect yourself!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan suddenly understood Yang Chengzong's intentions, and couldn't help sneering: "After making trouble for a long time, you tried your best to lead me to Maoshan by unscrupulous means, just to get those two treasures of the town faction. ”

Yang Chengzong smiled and said, "Less nonsense!" Do you pay it or not? ”

"Don't say that those two things are no longer on me, even if they are, I will never hand them over to you!" Wu Zhiyuan said solemnly.

"Then I wronged you and that Sheng girl to stay on the mountain, and take it for me!" Yang Chengzong's face changed, and he ordered several Taoist priests behind him.

Zhou Huanzhang, Bai Jinqiu and others surrounded Wu Zhiyuan together, and Zhou Huanzhang said coldly: "Senior Brother Wu, I'm offended!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was not flustered in his heart, and pulled the middle-aged Taoist priest he was holding in front of him, and at the same time pulled out the Blood Shadow Demon Knife from behind his waist and put it on the neck of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and handed the peachwood sword to the other hand.

"Treat others the way they do!" Wu Zhiyuan said sharply, "Hand over that girl, and I'll let him go!" As soon as the words fell, the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in his hand shook suddenly, and the middle-aged Taoist priest felt a piercing chill coming from his neck, and couldn't help but tremble: "Master, Master save me!" ”

Yang Chengzong glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest, his pupils narrowed slightly, pondered for a moment, and said coldly: "That girl is now in the West Courtyard, you can find it yourself." ”

Wu Zhiyuan did not suspect that there was fraud, and pushed the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly took him in the direction of the West Courtyard, and when he walked past Yang Chengzong, the two exchanged glances.

Walking out of a few corridors, the middle-aged Taoist priest took Wu Zhiyuan to the west courtyard, which is a small courtyard, there is a semi-artificial and semi-natural pool in the middle, although the weather is colder, but the water surface is not frozen, a cool breeze blows, and the water surface ripples.

A slender figure stood by the pool, staring at the scene of the wind rippling in the pool, looking lonely and melancholy.

She silently looked at a pool of clear water, and slowly whispered: "Green water is worry-free, but it is wrinkled by the wind. ”

Wu Zhiyuan stood in the corner of the courtyard, looking at Sheng Wanxiang's frowns, lovesick and bitter, and said with pity in his heart: "Wanxiang, Wanxiang, if it weren't for me, you might already be a noble lady in high society, it's really hard for you to suffer so much for me." ”

Sheng Wanxiang's poem is to use the wind to ripple to convey the pain of lovesickness and worry about her sweetheart, this situation is appropriate, she is a daughter, full of poetry, it is not strange to be able to say such a poetic sentence.

Wu Zhiyuan groaned slightly, and blurted out: "Qingshan Yuan is not old, it is snow-white. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Wanxiang's delicate body shook slightly, she turned around suddenly, and saw Wu Zhiyuan standing in the corner of the courtyard at a glance, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.