Ye Han and his entourage hurried and hurried, and it took five full days to arrive at the Songshan Shaolin faction. When they came to the foot of Songshan Mountain, they found a very serious problem. They could not enter the back mountain of the Shaolin faction.

The Shaolin garrison has been requisitioned by Zixiao Tower as the office location of Sanssouci Hall. Zixiao Tower did not split the original forces, and was divided into seven halls according to the sects, namely Sanssouci Hall, Blood Hand Hall, Luohua Hall, Evil Knife Hall, Demon Gate Hall, Huangquan Hall, and Lijiang Hall.

The Shaolin faction is under the jurisdiction of Sanssouci Hall, which happens to lack a stronghold, and lives in the original Shaolin faction. Zixiaolou is in a big situation, Ye Han and the others can't make a move at will, and they don't dare to make a move. These are just a few people, and they don't have enough to watch.

"Lord Ye Meng, don't worry, I know that the path is uphill. Just when Ye Han was thinking about how to go up, Zen Master Dafang spoke.

Ye Han nodded and said, "Zen master, please bring in." ”

After five days of rest, Ye Han's injuries have almost recovered. The injuries of the wineless monk and Zhao Chuqing are basically healed. The road up the mountain taken by Dafang Zen Master is a sheep farm trail, and it is impossible for a carriage to go up, so you can only rely on foot.

After the battle at the inn, the wineless monk became very depressed. Although the Shaolin faction did not suffer any losses in the Purple Xiaolou Elimination War, the head of the Awakening Zen Master was poisoned and became a medicine man. Now the Great Dream Zen Master has also been poisoned.

The Shaolin faction is divided into three halls, the Luohan Hall, the Discipline Hall, and the Foreign Affairs Hall. Master Fang Jing, the first seat of the Foreign Affairs Hall, was slapped to death by the Purple Emperor, and the master of the Luohan Hall, Dameng Zen Master, was poisoned, and only the first Dafang Zen Master of the Discipline Hall remained.

The monk without alcohol felt that he was very useless and could not help in the slightest. Both the head and the Great Dream Zen Master were trapped in the Purple Screaming Tower, but he couldn't do anything. This feeling made him very weak, so his whole body was also a little weak.

Ye Han saw the depression of the wineless monk and said, "Wineless monk, I will definitely find a way to develop an antidote to poison people." ”

Ye Han is a disciple of the Seven Strange Poison Gods of the rivers and lakes, and today's poison and medical skills in the rivers and lakes are at the pinnacle. If Ye Han couldn't develop an antidote, no one would be able to do it. Moreover, the person who created the poison was Ye Han's senior brother, Chen Chong, the eighth elder of the Worry-free Sect.

When the wineless monk heard Ye Han say this, he suddenly had a little spirit, and said, "Please let the Ye League Master bother more." ”

Ye Han smiled and comforted the wineless monk, but in fact, he had no bottom in his heart. His titular senior brother Chen Chong, without the presence of poison scriptures, researched drugs to control people's hearts. He didn't have a clue.

Zhao Chuqing answered: "Senior Brother Ye, I believe in you. ”

Ye Han nodded and stopped talking. The group walked slowly along the mountain path. The path is very steep hidden in the woods, and it is supposed to be a way for sheep to graze up the mountain. However, they all have martial arts. The mountain path did not bother them, as if they were walking on flat ground.

After a pillar of incense, everyone came to the back mountain of the Youth Pai, in a small mountain col, a babbling stream, flowing down from the high mountain, forming a small waterfall here. There is a small hut on the right side of the waterfall, which is where Elder Changmei used to live. There are also several vegetable gardens in front of the hut, and the greens are growing just right. The master is gone.

On the left side of the waterfall is the tomb of Elder Changmei. Everyone went over first to worship Elder Changmei. The disciples of the Shaolin sect didn't know that there was also a master of the Holy Realm in the sect. Elder Changmei is extremely senior and old, except for major events, the rest of the time stays in the back mountain to rest.

"Dafang Zen Master, I don't know what Elder Changmei left behind. After the worship, Ye Han asked.

Dafang Zen Master said: "Elder Changmei said to me when he was dying. After the descendant of the Sword Master came, he would naturally understand. ”

Ye Han raised his eyes and looked at this valley, there was nothing special. He went to Elder Changmei's hut again, pushed open the door and looked inside, but found nothing.

Ye Han was helpless for a while, could it be that the predecessors liked to play dumb riddles. Dafang Zen Master, Zhao Chuqing, and the wineless monk also searched around, but found nothing.

"Zen Master Dafang, didn't Elder Changmei say anything more?" Ye Han had no clue, so he could only start with Elder Changmei's last words.

Zen Master Dafang pondered for a moment and said, "There really is nothing else to say. ”

Ye Han asked again, "When did Elder Changmei enter the Holy Realm, and how. ”

Dafang Zen Master said: "Elder Changmei usually doesn't show landscapes, and we don't even know that he knows martial arts. ”

"Could it be that Elder Changmei left any cheats, let's find them again!" Zhao Chuqing said.

Ye Han didn't have a clue either, and he didn't know what dumb riddle Elder Changmei was playing. The master of the Holy Realm is not a big radish, and it cannot be achieved overnight. Elder Changmei really left a cheat, and it was too late. The only thing he can leave behind may be the experience of entering the Holy Realm, so that future generations have a basis to rely on, but what about this thing placed there?

"Is it in the waterfall?" said the drunken monk as he took off his monk's robe and jumped into the waterfall to find it.

This waterfall is very small, only one foot high, and the flow of water is not large, so you can see the bottom at a glance, and it is obvious that it cannot hide secrets. Ye Han turned his gaze to Elder Changmei's hut again. The valley is so empty, the only place where you can hide things is this hut.

Ye Han carefully inspected the hut again, and finally found something different. There are only two huts in this hut. One is a meditation room, where elder Changmei meditates. One is the bedroom, where Elder Changmei sleeps.

A painting hangs on the wall of both rooms. Inside the meditation room is a portrait of the Buddha. There's nothing strange about that. Elder Changmei should recite sutras and serve the Buddha. The painting on the wall inside the bedroom is a swordsman's broken painting. The swordsman's eyes were full of confusion, and from the brilliant sword qi, it was surmised that this person should be the sword saint Chu Tianshu.

"Elder Changmei, have you ever seen the Sword Saint Chu Tianshu shattering the sky?" Ye Han fell into deep thought.

"What is the special meaning of him hanging a painting here?" Ye Han was very puzzled, staring at the painting deadly.

Suddenly, Ye Han felt as if he was flying up and flying towards the painting. The feeling is clear, but I can't control myself. The sword light of his gaze was so close that it seemed to be right in front of him.

He also saw the appearance of the person in the painting clearly, dressed in a green shirt, with sharp edges and corners on his face, a little cold. This is none other than the Sword Saint Chu Tianshu, Ye Han had seen his portrait in the Qin Sword Sect.

Chu Tianshu here seems to have a hint of agility, which is Ye Han's feeling. Ye Han seemed to be a bystander, watching Chu Tianshu take out his sword again and again, slashing towards the sky.

The sky is located above the nine heavens, and it cannot be broken by human beings, nor can it be split by a sword.

Chu Tianshu's cultivation had reached the Holy Realm, or even higher. It seems that there is only one sword, but it is actually a superposition of hundreds of swords. Ye Han was immersed in it, as if he had realized and gained.

The wineless monk was still groping in the waterhole, expecting to find the place where Elder Changmei hid his treasure. Zhao Chuqing and Zen Master Dafang also wandered around the valley, hoping to find something different.

"Bang ......" suddenly made a loud noise, which stunned all three of them. They turned their eyes to look at the explosion and found that the hut had been blown up at some point. At this moment, Ye Hanzheng closed his eyes, turned his hands, and flew with four swords, dancing with very mysterious swordsmanship. The four swords turned faster and faster, and finally turned into a sword, and the nine-foot-long sword qi condensed the tip of the sword, as if it could split the sky at any time.

"This is the Sword Saint Chu Tianshu's Heaven Opening Sword. "Zen Master Dafang came to his senses.

"It seems that Senior Brother Ye has found what Elder Changmei left behind. Zhao Chuqing said.

The wineless monk had already crawled out of the waterhole and watched Ye Han dance his sword seriously.

When they came to the valley, it was noon. Ye Han danced for a full afternoon before stopping.

"Senior Brother Ye, you have found what Elder Changmei left behind. Zhao Chuqing couldn't wait to confirm.

Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, as if a sword light flashed, making everyone's eyes ache for a while, and nodded and said, "I have found it." The three of them were relieved when they got Ye Han's answer.

"Congratulations to Ye Meng, who has found a way to deal with the Purple Emperor for his major to rise again?" Zen Master Dafang also asked.

Ye Han nodded, shook his head again, and said, "The Purple Emperor is a master of the Holy Realm, how difficult it is to defeat him. I'm just touching a little bit now, and I'm not far from it?"

The wineless monk said: "We still have time, as long as there is a way." ”

Ye Han nodded, agreeing with the words of the wineless monk. But what Ye Han didn't know was that they had no time.

A night sound sounded, and Ye Han whistled. This kind of night is the bird that sends the letter from the Righteous Qi Alliance. A bird covered in black and very similar to a crow landed on Ye Han's arm.

Ye Han stretched out his hand to take down the note on the bird's leg and slowly unfolded it: "On the ninth day of the fifth month, the grand ceremony of establishing the prince was held. There was a short sentence on the note, telling Ye Han that there was no time.

After Zhu Qiyu abolished Zhu Jianshen's crown prince, he made his son Zhu Jianji the prince, but Zhu Jianji was not angry, and died after only one year as the prince. The Purple Emperor stayed in the capital and found a prince for Zhu Qiyu.

This prince is none other than the Purple Emperor's great disciple Xue Hatian. Ye Han also fought with him. If the position of the crown prince is decided, the purpose of the Purple Emperor will be achieved.

The Purple Emperor wants to get the throne without blood. This is his purpose to dominate the rivers and lakes. Ye Han must stop him, and he must defeat him.

The night was not yet dark, and the Dafang Zen Master, the wineless monk, and Zhao Chuqing all saw Ye Han's face change.

Zhao Chuqing asked, "Senior Brother Ye, what's the news?"

Ye Han calmed down and said: "We don't have time, on the ninth day of the fifth month, Zhu Qiyu is going to set up a new prince." "It's the end of April now, and the ninth day of May is coming soon.

"It's normal for the emperor to set up a crown prince! It has nothing to do with us!" Dafang Zen Master has been looking for a descendant of the Sword Saint recently, and he doesn't know much about the situation in the capital.

Ye Han sighed and said, "If it is a normal crown prince, it has nothing to do with us at all, but this new prince is a disciple of the Purple Emperor, so it has too much to do with it." ”

"What, the new crown prince is a disciple of the Purple Emperor. This is simply ......." Dafang Zen Master was frightened by the Purple Emperor's commotion.

"It turns out that he has been thinking about this all along!" Zhao Chuqing said.

"This is not the most serious, you don't know another identity of the Purple Emperor, he is the son of Batu who broke into the Central Plains and was killed by Qingping Daxia. He was a Mongol. If he gets the throne, we can imagine what will happen to us. ”