People will always think of a reason for some of the things they have done, and even think about it before they start doing it, so as to achieve what the ancients said about the teacher's fame, but many things are often too late to do these considerations, because time does not allow, or there are some other reasons, so that many people are always doing all kinds of justifications for themselves afterwards, looking for all kinds of excuses.

But in fact, not everything needs to be famous, and there is no need for justifications and excuses, because when many things happen, you already know what you should do the most, so it is better to do it directly.

When Wuxin saw the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, he frowned, he recognized the bamboo tube, which was the tool used by Furong Hall to convey the message.

The carrier pigeons bred by the Phantom Sound Pavilion and some of the six doors are all one-in-a-million varieties, and it seems that every time Wuxin is located, they can accurately find Wuxin, but every time the carrier pigeon finds itself, it often carries some not very good news.

Wuxin took a deep breath, reached out to untie the bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg, and gently took out the note stuffed in the bamboo tube, thinking to himself: I hope this time is not bad news. But when he opened the note and saw the handwriting on it, he frowned again.

There were a few lines written on the note: Say goodbye for a few days, can you be safe? The mystery of the red-clothed killer has not been ascertained yet, but Hongyu will be wrongdoing to Wudang in the near future, and the means are unknown. This is Ruyi's handwriting, written by her own hand.

Seeing these lines, I fell into deep thought. Although it was not unfavorable news about Phantom City, he was relieved, but even if it was about Wudang, he had to care, because it involved Red Feather, and everything related to Red Feather had something to do with him.

What's more, he is no stranger to Aoki Daoren, the head of Wudang, although he doesn't have a deep relationship, he admires Aoki's personality very much, and he can't ignore this matter.

Now it seems that Dongfang Xian did not lie to himself, Wudang is indeed in danger. Red Feather's delusional ambition to dominate the rivers and lakes has long been known to everyone, but he didn't expect to directly target Wudang this time, it seems that there must be some reason why they can't sit still, perhaps, it has something to do with the reappearance of Fengyue Valley.

Thinking of this, Wuxin immediately decided to go to Wudang, hoping to stop Hongyu's conspiracy. So, Wuxin simply cleaned up, left the inn, and set off in the general direction of Wudang Mountain.

Looking at the pedestrians who came and went in a hurry on the street, becoming more and more rare, he sighed unintentionally, it seemed that the things in the inn last night had been known, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the inn, not only a trace of regret, but also for the hospitable Xiao Er, but also for the simple and exquisite meal.

It's a pity that all this will no longer happen from now on, all of this is due to Red Feather, for so many years, Red Feather doesn't know how many people have been killed, and I don't know how many innocent people like Dian Xiaoer. Thinking of this, Wuxin's face sank, and he turned his head and continued on the road, but he walked faster and more firmly than just now.

At the entrance of the town, several catchers looked at everyone who walked in front of them with a serious face, the city gate was already under martial law, everyone was only allowed to enter and not leave, and everyone who came in had to be interrogated, and no one was spared.

There has never been such a major case in the town, and the prefect has to pay attention to it, if the murderer cannot be found, not only will it be difficult to protect the black hat, but even the head will have to be moved, so he has ordered the arrest in the yamen to hurry up and not let anyone go.

At this moment, a galloping horse galloped towards the city gate, and the crowd that blocked the city gate because they could not get out of the city avoided it for fear of crashing into themselves.

The crowd guarding the city gate looked frightened, and hurriedly blocked the moving fence at the city gate, blocking the way, and at the same time pulled out the weapon in his hand, intending to stop this suspicious person who intended to break out of the city.

The horse neighed as it reached the fence and came to a halt, its front hooves raised high in the air, making it look even more unstoppable, and the already unusual man sitting on its back all the more unstoppable. The man on the horse was cloaked in a black cloak, and held a knife as black as ink in his hand, the brim of which was pressed so low that his face could not be seen clearly.

A catcher stepped forward and was about to order the person on the horse to dismount and be interrogated, but when he saw the person on the horse clearly, he was stunned for a moment, hurriedly put away his weapon, bowed and said: "It turned out to be you, there was a tragedy in the town last night, and we are here to check on suspicious people, and I hope to forgive me for the rudeness." ”

The person on the horse was none other than Wuxin, who had just received the information from the Phantom Pavilion and was going to Wudang, he had already thought of a statement before stopping the horse, but after seeing the catcher who walked in front of him, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, because he knew this catcher, that is, the catcher who lent Wuxin a carrier pigeon in the yamen and mistook Wuxin for a person in the six doors, seeing this person, Wuxin knew that he didn't need to say anything.

Indeed, after waving his hand casually, the catcher quickly returned to his companion, bowed his head and whispered a few words, only to see that the other catchers also suddenly realized, bowed respectfully to Wuxin, and then quickly removed the fence blocking the city gate, and then stood on both sides with his hands down, not daring to stop him at all.

Wuxin didn't speak, his feet clamped the horse's back, and the horse ran up again, heading straight for the direction of Wudang Mountain. At the moment when he was about to go out, he turned his head to look at the few catchers who were standing respectfully on the side, and suddenly had a feeling of being a thief in his heart.

This is all the token that Zhan Ying gave him, and it seems that this seemingly simple token can do more than one thing.

He didn't know what these arresters were doing here, he also knew what case they were investigating, and he also knew who the murderer of the case they were investigating was, but he couldn't tell them, because Hongyu was not something that these ordinary yamen catchers could deal with, and telling them the truth was equivalent to letting them die.

The key to the success or failure of a thing lies in a person's ability, the level of ability directly determines the final result of a thing, but not everything encountered is within the reach, sometimes things will suddenly be in front of you, but you have no right to choose, whether you have the ability or not, you must face it, there is no choice.

On Wudang Mountain, an old man dressed in a green cloth robe and kind eyes stood on the steps in front of the main hall, staring at the direction of the foot of the mountain, frowning slightly, and the wisp of beard hanging under his chin swayed lightly in the wind, looking quite like the taste of fairy wind bones.

At this moment, a disciple of Wudang Mountain rushed over from the mountain gate, bowed respectfully when he came to the old man, and said softly: "Master, the Shaolin abbot has arrived." ”

Hearing the disciple's report, the old man finally smiled, the haze on his face was swept away, and he hurriedly said, "Please." "This old man is the current head of the Wudang faction, Aoki Daoren.

After a while, a group of people walked up from the mountain gate, a disciple of Wudang Mountain led the way, followed by a group of more than a dozen monks from Shaolin Temple.

The leader is a monk dressed in a purple robe, his white eyebrows have almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of Buddhist beads hangs around his neck. This eminent monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple today, a master without regrets.

"Master without regrets, I haven't seen you for many days, but I didn't expect to alarm the master. Michito Aoki smiled and bowed to the Master of No Regrets who walked in front of him, and said slowly.

Master Wuregret folded his hands, returned the salute, smiled, and said slowly: "Amitabha, Wudang is in trouble, how can a poor monk sit idly by." ”

When Aoki Daoren heard Master Wuregret's words, he was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "The master already knows?"

Master Wu Regret nodded, and said slowly: "The poor monk may not know about others, but he absolutely understands the Taoist, Wudang and Shaolin factions have been staying out of the grievances of the rivers and lakes for many years, and have never quarreled with various factions, how can they come forward to hold a martial arts conference and compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance? There must be some ill-intentioned people who are trying to bring disputes to Wudang." ”

"The master's heart is like a mirror, and he admires it, but unfortunately others may not believe it. Michicho Aoki shook his head and sighed as he spoke.

"Since there is no fault in his heart, why should he care about what others say, the Taoist chief only needs to think about countermeasures and try his best to resolve this crisis. Master Wu Regret said seriously, not in a hurry or impatient.

Aoki Daoist listened to Master Wuregret's words, nodded lightly, the expression on his face was much more relaxed, and said slowly: "Thank you Master for your advice." ”

"Amitabha, good, good. Master Wu Regret clasped his hands together, bent down and bowed his head, and said slowly.

Recently, some people pretended to be Wudang and sent news to all factions in the rivers and lakes, saying that a new martial arts conference would be held in Wudang Mountain to elect a new leader of the martial arts alliance.

So the elites of all factions in the rivers and lakes came out one after another, rushing to Wudang, all wanting to win a glimmer of opportunity. But Wudang didn't have such thoughts, let alone send people to the various factions to deliver the news, obviously someone wanted to lead the matter to Wudang deliberately to achieve their unknown goals, but there is no way to know who is the mastermind behind this matter.

Just as night fell, a fast horse came to a town closest to Wudang Mountain, but this horse was not the only horse to come to this town, and the person on the horse was not the only stranger who came here.

At this time, the town was full of strangers on horseback, coming from all directions, but they all seemed to have a common purpose, that is, Wudang Mountain.

The people who had gathered in the town turned their heads to look at the stranger who had just arrived in the town, some of them were fierce and hostile, and some of them were surprised, as if they did not expect this person to come, or they did not want this person to come.

The already small town was overcrowded at this time, which caused some people who grew up in the local area to retreat back to their homes and dare not go out.

This person who rushed to the town at night was unintentional, he didn't dare to rest much when he came all the way, for fear that it would be too late to go to Wudang.

Originally, I planned to take a short rest in this town before hurrying, but I didn't expect to see this scene as soon as I entered the town, and there were so many martial arts people gathered, among which there were several factions of people who had no intention of knowing each other, and had seen them in the martial arts conference of Yunshui Villa, although they didn't know each other, but they could recognize the clothes they were wearing.

Seeing that all eyes were focused on him, he didn't care, slowly parked the horse in front of a teahouse, and then jumped off the horse and walked into the teahouse.

When the owner of the teahouse saw another guest coming in, he reluctantly came up and asked what he wanted, which did not look like the attitude of a businessman, as if he would rather the guest not come in.

Maybe even he, the owner of the small teahouse, sensed that something was wrong, and knew that these people were all bad people, because there was not only one person in the teahouse, but many people had already sat in first, all of them were carrying weapons, and they were not good at first glance, and they were all foreign faces.

Wuxin asked for a pot of tea, a few refreshments, and sat down at a table in the corner, silent, ignoring the hostile gazes next to him, as if those people didn't exist. He poured a cup of hot tea, drank it slowly, and pressed the knife that never left his side under his left hand on the table.

At this time, a big man in his early thirties slowly stood up from the crowd, walked in front of Wuxin, hugged his fists, and said softly: "Dare to ask Zunjia, is he a famous unintentional young man?"

But Wuxin didn't seem to see this person at all, he still lowered his head and drank tea, ignoring it at all......