Under the leadership of Song Yuanqiao, the three of them crossed the sword tablet and headed straight towards Xiaolian Peak.

Solve the sword tablet.

As the name suggests, people who come to visit Wudang Mountain must leave weapons here before they can enter Wudang Mountain.

But Zhao Yu and his party, Er Ha and Jiang Yuyan have no habit of using weapons.

As for Zhao Yu, what he hid on his body, even if Zhang Laodao came, he couldn't find it!

After Zhao Yu and the three of them crossed the sword tablet, King Shin also took Hokusai and the eunuchs with him and walked straight towards the sword tablet.

However, when King Xin walked to the side of the sword tablet and was about to cross the stone tablet with his feet, several masters with black veils appeared behind him, blocking King Xin's front in one step.

King Xin, no matter what, after all, is the royal blood of Daqian.

Although few people know about this trip to Wudang Mountain, there are still no less guards to have.

These masters of the black veil are none other than the guards of King Shin hidden in the shadows.

Looking at the guards who suddenly appeared, King Shin was also stunned.

But before he could ask, he saw a cold light across the clear sky, and it fell into the sword tablet with the momentum of thunder.

Hovering in front of King Shin and the guard was a simple-looking peachwood sword.

The sword seemed to have a spirit, and the tip of the sword went straight to King Xin, trembling slightly.

"Master......"

The eunuch and Hokusai stepped forward at the same time, protecting King Shin from side to side.

King Xin's face turned pale.

I don't know if I was frightened by the smart peachwood sword in front of me, or angry by the hospitality of this Wudang Mountain.

"Wudang Mountain!!"

King Xin gritted his teeth and raised his head, looked at the beautiful peaks not far away, and said coldly: "This king still doesn't believe it, just a sect of rivers and lakes, can he really dare to kill the vassal king?!" ”

Regardless of the majestic sword intent emanating from the peach wood sword in front of him, King Xin insisted on raising his feet and stepping out towards the sword tablet.

"If you still want to go back to the capital, it's best to go down the mountain!"

At this moment, a person with the same black veil walked up without hurry.

He was originally dressed as a guard, but when he spoke, he didn't have a trace of the consciousness that his subordinates should have!

King Xin, who was already furious after being provoked again and again by Wudang Mountain, quickly calmed down after hearing the words of this 'guard'.

King Shin turned around, his eyes fixed on his most special guard.

"His sword can not only kill you, but also kill me even if I am in the Chengtian Gate!"

The guard said a nonsensical word, then turned around and left directly, not taking the master of King Xin in his eyes at all.

"Master, the overall situation is important!"

When the eunuch heard this, he knelt down suddenly, and kept kowtowing to King Xin.

"Humph!"

King Xin snorted coldly, glanced at the peachwood sword hovering in the sword tablet again, and turned around and went down Wudang Mountain.

Without saying anything all the way, King Xin had a cold face, walked down Wudang Mountain, and came to the pavilion where Zhao Yu was waiting before.

King Xin, who was seated for a while, looked full of murderous intent.

At this time, the eunuch who accompanied him picked up the fine porcelain teapot he carried with him, took out the fine porcelain painting teacup from the yellow satin package, and poured a cup of tea for the master.

"The master doesn't have to worry about himself, who has achieved great things in ancient times, which one has not gone through a lot of hardships?"

"The Han Emperor has the difficulty of peace, Taizong has the humiliation of surrendering to the foreign people, the master's today's affairs, compared with the sages, which is more important?"

It can be seen from the tone of this eunuch's speech that he is very different from the rest of his entourage.

Hearing the words of the personal eunuch, King Xin's face immediately softened a lot.

"Oh, by the way, and the fortune teller's tips, now that I've gone down the mountain, I should be able to see it, right?"

After King Xin eased his anger, he remembered the tips given by the fortune teller before.

As he spoke, King Shin took out the bag from his bosom.

Looking at the bag in his hand, King Shin remembered what the fortune teller had said before.

What you want is right in front of you......

The new emperor is addicted to beauty and his body is terminally ill, does this indicate that he can replace him?

Moreover, he asked the fortune teller if he could keep what he wanted.

The gentleman replied without hesitation, yes!

Doesn't this mean that his position as the supreme of the Ninth Five-Year Plan can last for a long time?

Thinking about it, King Shin's face gradually changed to a smile.

Stretching out his hand to open the bag, King Xin carefully took out the comments that the fortune teller had given him.

The paper was not large, and four words were scrawled on it.

But when King Shin saw these four words, his eyes widened suddenly, and then his cheeks turned red, and even his eyes turned red.

"Too much deception!!

King Shin shouted, and then his eyes suddenly went black, and he fell to the ground.

The eunuch was shocked, and immediately stepped forward with Hokusai and helped the angry master to his feet.

And the fortune teller's criticism fell on the stone bricks of the pavilion at this moment.

The four scribbled words jumped on the fishing paper...... 'There is no way, but there is no blessing'.

The mud bodhisattva calculated the heavenly opportunity, and when he gave the king of letters, perhaps he already knew that the king of faith could not go to Wudang Mountain this time.

That's why there is a requirement of 'going down the mountain to open the bag'.

Since I didn't go up to Wudang Mountain, I didn't say that I went down the mountain. Therefore, the king of faith is unpacking the bag at this moment, but he has no faith in his words.

If you have no faith, you cannot be a king......

……

Under the leadership of Song Yuanqiao, Zhao Yu and the three of them went directly to Xiaolian Peak.

From a distance, I saw a sloppy old Taoist priest explaining the style of Wudang Mountain to a few ordinary pilgrims.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao coming with Zhao Yu and his party, the old Taoist priest did not take down the pilgrims who could not offer a few incense money.

Instead, he beckoned to Song Yuanqiao.

When Song Yuanqiao came to Zhang Laodao's side, the old guy said happily to those people: "Poor Dao still has some things to do, everyone, wait a minute, let Poor Dao take you to Nanyang Palace, remember, you can be sincere, you must not be in danger......"

"Well said, well said!"

"In this case, thank you very much!"

……

The people around him also said politely to the old Taoist in front of him who looked a little sloppy.

"Yuanqiao, take care of the donors!"

The old Taoist priest commanded towards Song Yuanqiao.

Hearing the words of the old Taoist priest, a few pilgrims with slightly fast brains looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a long sword in front of them with a surprised expression.

If they remember correctly, the current real person in charge of Wudang Mountain seems to be called Song Yuanqiao......

Without waiting for the pilgrims to ask, Song Yuanqiao held the disciple salute and said to the sloppy old monk: "Obey the will of the master and respect the law......

After that, Song Yuanqiao smiled and said to a few pilgrims from other towns: "Everyone, please come with the poor road!" ”

The group followed Song Yuanqiao in a daze and walked in the direction of Nanyang Palace.

Among them, there was a slightly older pilgrim who finally mustered up the courage and asked Song Yuanqiao tentatively, "Immortal Chief." Little Lao'er just heard the old man call you 'Yuanqiao', as far as I know, this Wudang Mountain's master is a real person......"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the old man with a smile and said softly: "Don't blame the old man, the poor road is Song Yuanqiao!" ”

"Ah?!!h

Everyone was taken aback when they heard this.

The person in front of him is the real person in charge of Wudang, and the sloppy old man who just accompanied them tirelessly explained the style of Wudang Mountain......

They can hear it clearly, the palm in front of them is teaching the real person, calling the old Taoist 'master'! 18132/10630173