"Brother Zhiyuan!" Sheng Wanxiang shouted and ran straight towards Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan was moved by emotion, and in a trance, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was held hostage by him pushed away the Blood Shadow Demon Knife on his shoulder and fled towards the end of the corridor.

At this time, Sheng Wanxiang had already rushed to Wu Zhiyuan's face, plunged into Wu Zhiyuan's arms, and hugged him tightly with both hands.

After a wordless sob, all the grievances and inner worries she had suffered over the past few days poured out, Sheng Wanxiang just hugged Wu Zhiyuan tightly, as if she was afraid that he would have wings and fly away from her face.

"Evening fragrance, you have suffered." Wu Zhiyuan caressed Sheng Wanxiang's soft back and comforted. He was not comforted, but when he comforted Sheng Wanxiang, he turned from silent tears to silent crying.

This situation is not the time to deal with children's private affairs, Wu Zhiyuan held Sheng Wanxiang's shoulders with both hands, looked carefully at her eyes that were red from crying, felt pity, and said softly: "I'll take you out of here." ”

Sheng Wanxiang raised her head and looked at Wu Zhiyuan, sobbed a few times, and nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Yang Chengzong's voice sounded outside the courtyard, and he was only heard in a loud voice: "Wu Zhiyuan, if you don't hand over the Guiyuan True Scripture and the Maoshan Treasure Mirror, you won't want to leave the West Courtyard!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan took Sheng Wanxiang's hand and whispered to her, "Follow me!" ”

Sheng Wanxiang nodded firmly again.

Wu Zhiyuan withdrew the peachwood sword, held the Blood Shadow Demon Knife tightly in his right hand, and pulled Sheng Wanxiang's soft and boneless slender hand with his left hand, turned around and walked briskly towards the backyard where he was just now.

Sheng Wanxiang followed Wu Zhiyuan closely and didn't say a word, this former rich lady showed rare courage, because her sweetheart was by her side, which made her feel extremely down-to-earth.

The two came to the side door of the entrance of the West Courtyard and found that Yang Chengzong and others were all standing outside the door, looking at the posture, they wanted to put Wu Zhiyuan under house arrest here.

"You are not a disciple of Maoshan, but you took away the treasure of the Maoshan faction, I didn't let you leave Maoshan, you were already treated with courtesy. As long as you hand over those two things, you can leave at any time, and you can also take people with you, and I will not embarrass you! Yang Chengzong said threateningly.

"Do you say it doesn't matter if I am a disciple of Maoshan, because you are not the head of the Maoshan faction, and also, the Guiyuan True Scripture and the Maoshan Treasure Mirror are not on me, even if I am, I will hand it over to the real head of Maoshan, that is, my master, not you!" Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly and said.

"The surname is Wu, you pretend to be a disciple of Maoshan to deceive outside, ruining my reputation of Maoshan, I don't care about you. And this Sheng Wanxiang girl, we have always been treated as guests, I hope you don't know what to do, a person's patience has a limit! Yang Chengzong said sharply.

Wu Zhiyuan had something to do, and he didn't want to delay too much time here, seeing that although Yang Chengzong was polite on the surface, his words were full of threats, so he didn't want to entangle with him anymore. He turned his head to Sheng Wanxiang and said, "Let's go!" ”

These three words were actually said to Yang Chengzong and others, and as soon as the words fell, Wu Zhiyuan pulled Sheng Wanxiang and walked towards everyone.

A group of people showed the peachwood sword in their hands one after another, blocking Wu Zhiyuan's way.

Wu Zhiyuan glanced at the people in front of him one by one, among them, only Zhou Huanzhang and Bai Jinqiu had seen him, and the others were all fresh faces. He held the Blood Shadow Demon Knife across his chest, and said angrily with the sharp weapon in his hand: "If I want to leave, none of you can stop me!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Zhiyuan swung his knife and slashed at the several peachwood swords that were blocked in front of him, only to hear a few "clicks", the sword bodies of those peachwood swords were all cut off, and the sword bodies fell to the ground one after another.

"It's ...... Blood Shadow Magic Knife? Yang Chengzong only noticed the blood-colored scimitar in Wu Zhiyuan's hand at this time, frowned, and said with a puzzled expression, "The surname is Wu, you are a person from the Black Descending Gate?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan glanced at Yang Chengzong and did not answer.

Yang Chengzong's face changed, and he said angrily: "This thief is a demon from the Black Descending Gate, don't let him run away!" As soon as the words fell, the footwork under his feet changed, and he actually showed the footwork of Maoshan Shenxing.

I saw Yang Chengzong's figure flickering suddenly, and he quickly moved towards Wu Zhiyuan, and at the same time, he was about to snatch the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in Wu Zhiyuan's hand.

Wu Zhiyuan reacted extremely quickly, but it was still not comparable to the speed of Yang Chengzong's Maoshan Divine Footwork, and when Yang Chengzong was about to catch the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in his hand, another black figure suddenly plunged in like the wind, grabbed Yang Chengzong's wrist, flipped it violently, and made a two-finger Zen shape with the middle finger of the other hand, and pointed at Yang Chengzong's chest.

Yang Chengzong's body retreated three feet uncontrollably, and was supported by the disciples behind him, which stopped the retreat.

Wu Zhiyuan only saw the dress of the person who suddenly appeared at this time, and saw that he was dressed in a black night suit, which was the person who had helped him knock over the soul conjuring array altar set up by the middle-aged Taoist priest in the grove before.

"Let's go!" The man in black shouted, grabbed Wu Zhiyuan and ran towards the mountain gate in the backyard.

Seeing this, Zhou Huanzhang Bai Jinqiu and the others hurriedly wanted to chase after him, but they were stopped by Yang Chengzong, staring at the direction where the man in black and Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang were far away, Yang Chengzong muttered in a low voice: "This man in black is more skilled in Maoshan Shenxing footwork than me, who will he be?" ”

The man in black, Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang ran to the bottom of the mountain in one go, Sheng Wanxiang ran out of breath, her face was flushed, and seeing that she couldn't run, Wu Zhiyuan stopped with her, and the man in black also stopped in front of the two.

"Thank you for the rescue twice, I don't know what your Excellency is called? If he has a chance one day, Wu Zhiyuan will definitely repay the grace of saving him. Wu Zhiyuan respectfully clenched his fists and said to the man in black.

The man in black tore off the hood on his head, and an amiable face appeared in front of Wu Zhiyuan.

"Master!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted in surprise.

"It's not safe here, let's get out of here first." Zhang Zefang looked at the road for a moment and said.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly helped Sheng Wanxiang, and the three of them went to the city together. At this time, it was already getting dark, and it was about to get dark. Wu Zhiyuan found an inn and wanted three rooms, but Zhang Zefang insisted on refusing, saying that he had other things to do and would not spend the night in Jurong. Wu Zhiyuan was stubborn, so he had to ask for two, one for him and Sheng Wanxiang.

After Wu Zhiyuan settled Sheng Wanxiang, he returned to the door of his room. At this time, Zhang Zefang had already changed back into a vulgar dress, and he was folding his night clothes and putting them in his baggage, when Wu Zhiyuan pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing that Zhang Zefang's burden was still neatly stacked with a Taoist robe, Wu Zhiyuan remembered that Yang Chengzong said on Maoshan Mountain that the disciples of Maoshan had held an altar purification ceremony, and he wanted to ask the master why the master did not open the altar for him to purify himself, but he felt that this question had some sense of accountability, so he swallowed the words back.

Zhang Zefang tied up his burden, as if he remembered something, and suddenly said: "By the way, Zhiyuan, the purple void Pingshi you said reminds me of one thing." ”

"Master, do you have any news about Zixu Pingshi?" Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly asked.

"Hmm." Zhang Zefang nodded and recalled, "I went to Jiangxi once in my early years, and I remember that there is a kind of duckweed in the local area, if I remember correctly, the locals seem to call it purple duckweed, the purple duckweed you are looking for, will it have anything to do with the purple duckweed?" ”