Chapter Twenty-Four: The White-clothed Monk Goes to Wudang (I)

By mid-June, the summer sun was in full swing.

A moon-white long figure, carrying a soft body, walked along the mountain road circling in Wudang, carrying a heavy load.

It's just that Rao is like this, but the moon-white figure still seems relaxed, and he doesn't even forget to hum a weird little song, so he is not at ease.

"Xiaobai, do you think I can get the old Taoist priest this time?"

Ding Ye suddenly asked a little unconfidently.

And Xiao Bai, who was overwhelmed by Ding Ye's noise all the way, sneered.

"I just ask you to be recognized by the old Taoist priest and slap you to death with one hand, and I will be relieved......"

Hearing Xiaobai's resentful words, Ding Ye's heart was also heavy, and he lamented, "Hey, I didn't expect you to die with me in order to monopolize me, and be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks...... Why bother? ”

When Xiaobai heard this, he was so angry that his figure shook.

"I've said it many times! Who are you going to marry and who you want to marry! It has nothing to do with me! In my emotional module, there is no item on the relationship between men and women! ”

"Xiaobai, you are dishonest......" Ding Ye sighed.

Xiaobai: "......"

……

Since the last incident with Yin Susu, Ding Ye keenly felt the subtle changes in Xiaobai's mood.

It's just that this matter is a bit mysterious, and Ding Ye is just guessing, plus some temptations.

And at the moment when the two of them were talking again.

Under the turn of the mountain road, suddenly in an area with a wide field of vision, a rather large stone monument stands on the side of the road.

I saw that on the stone tablet, there were four vigorous characters written on the iron and silver hooks, 'Dayue Wudang'.

Ding Ye carefully observed the four big characters for a long time, and muttered to himself.

"Is this a disadvantage for someone who came?"

Now that martial arts are abiding, in a plane like Yitian, Ding Ye can be regarded as Ding Ye who has entered the hall, and then look at the four words 'Dayue Wudang', but it is no longer a simple look.

The artistic conception of martial arts contained in it is what really fascinates him.

"The number one master in the world, this is the strength of the innate master?"

And listening to Ding Ye's pilgrimage-like emotion, Xiaobai naturally didn't forget to choke out.

"Do you think the innate master is very strong?"

"No, you're wrong, the innate master is not as powerful as you think......"

"Because of the strength of the innate master, you can't imagine it at all! You're a dead ......."

"......", Ding Ye said speechlessly, "Hey, this stalk is already very old, why don't you tell me a yellow joke......"

"Get out!"

……

"Stop! Whoever comes is the same name! ”

Ding Ye, who was standing under the towering and tall Wudang door number and looking around, suddenly heard a broken cry.

Immediately, he saw four or five people who looked like Taoist priests, walking quickly towards him.

And Ding Ye, who had already brewed his emotions, said with a little sadness in his tired face.

"Yuantong, a disciple of the little monk Shaolin, has come to meet Wudang Zhang Zhenren!"

Shaolin people?

Or is it a round word?

The Wudang Mountain Patrol disciples looked at each other for a while, and then looked at the unclear figure behind Ding Ye, and couldn't figure out Ding Ye's intention for a while.

Immediately asked in a deep voice, "Can there be a seal to prove your identity?" Ask me to see the real person in charge of Wudang, what's the matter? ”

In fact, I don't blame these Wudang Mountain Patrol disciples, their tone is not very tactful.

In fact, in recent years, with the continuous rise of new forces like Wudang, it is inevitable that they will be suppressed by the other five major factions.

And Shaolin, as the former ruler of the rivers and lakes, is the first to bear the brunt.

If you really want to spread it out, there has been constant friction between the Wudang and Shaolin factions over the years, and it has even risen to the level of resentment.

On weekdays, although the disciples of the two factions are not yet to the extent that they have to do it when they meet, it is certain that they will not get along with each other.

Therefore, when Ding Ye, the bald scoop, went to Wudang, these Wudang Mountain Patrol disciples not only doubted his intentions, but even his way of coming was extremely suspicious.

When Ding Ye heard this, he didn't see annoyance in his expression, and after a hurry, he handed the monk in his arms to the other party.

"Yuantong? A disciple of the Monk Kongjian? ”

Looking at Ding Ye's fake monk, the mountain patrol disciple led by him looked shocked, and immediately did not dare to slack off.

"It turns out that it is really Uncle Shaolin Yuantong at the moment, and the junior has just offended!"

The more authentic the school, the more they care about etiquette.

Therefore, after proving Ding Ye's identity, even if he was no longer angry in his heart, he still bowed with full courtesy.

Seeing that the Wudang disciple, who was more than ten years older than himself, gave him a junior salute.

Ding Ye said with a panicked face, "I can't help it!" I can't help it! The little monk deserves such a big gift......"

As he said this, he quietly sent the face of the figure on his back to the eyes of those disciples.

Sure enough, soon a Wudang disciple exclaimed.

"This ...... This is...... Fifth uncle? ”

As soon as the words fell, they immediately attracted the attention of several other disciples.

"This ...... This is really the fifth uncle! ”

"Fifth Uncle, what's the matter?"

Looking at the unkempt face of the man behind Ding Ye, his face was as pale as paper, and all the Wudang disciples surrounded him, ready to help Zhang Cuishan in their mouths.

Seeing this, Ding Ye hurriedly said, "Don't! Don't touch him! He was badly wounded, and you have ruined his life! ”

When the Wudang disciples heard this, they immediately did not dare to move again.

And the Wudang disciple who was the leader was also extremely decisive, and he immediately made a decision.

"Senior brothers, you lead Uncle Yuantong and our Fifth Senior Uncle in! I'm going to inform the real person in charge first! ”

After speaking, he walked all the way to Wudang Gate.

……

Inside the main hall of the Wudang sect.

"Master! How is the fifth brother (younger brother)? ”

A group of five people, who were different from each other, said eagerly to the old man who staggered to his feet.

And the old man, who had white hair, did not directly answer the words of the apprentices, but thanked Ding Ye first.

"Thank you for the kindness of the Cuishan for thousands of miles, the old man has thanked me here......"

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng didn't see any clues, Ding Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately gave up the idea of running away when he saw that the situation was not good.

turned to a panicked face and said, "It shouldn't be a real gift!" Shaolin and Wudang have the same qi and branches, and the relationship is far-reaching, these are the ...... that the younger generation should do"

Saying that, Ding Ye put on a look of regret and self-blame, and his expression changed to be a template and model for Hengdian actors in the past.

"The juniors just hate to be one step late, otherwise how could they let Senior Brother Zhang suffer such a big misfortune? I hope that real people will forgive their sins! ”

In the face of Ding Ye's self-blame, Zhang Sanfeng, who was full of pain and still had to be calm, immediately supported him and sighed.

"The virtuous nephew doesn't need to blame himself, he can send Cuishan back to Wudang Mountain, and the old Taoist Wudang has already been remembered!"

Zhang Sanfeng said, and couldn't wait to ask, "I wonder if the virtuous nephew can tell me what happened at that time?" ”