Meng Su said with a clear understanding: "Master wants the disciple to defeat the Zhu family after learning the Guzhong Sword Technique?"

The three or two people nodded and said: "This is the only way, the sword stone stands upright in the middle of the mountain, it has a history of hundreds of years, and we can't let it fall in our generation." ”

Meng Su thought for a moment and then said, "After the disciple learns the sword technique, will he definitely be able to defeat the Zhu family?"

The three or two Dao people said gloomily: "I don't dare to assert this, but according to the swordsmanship of this sect, no matter what, it is impossible to compete with the Zhu family for short-term, and Wudang's move to revive its prestige is all on you." ”

Meng Su was silent for a moment before bowing to the three or two people, and said resolutely: "The disciple swears to do his best, in order to live up to the master's trust!"

The three or two people bowed back to him gloomily, seeing that his figure was about to disappear at the mouth of the valley, he couldn't help but choke out and exclaimed: "Meng Su, when you came out of the valley, you were no longer from Wuzhong, but you carried the hope and honor of Wudang, how much you should cherish it!"

Meng Su's steps paused, and he finally glanced at his master, turned the green trees beside the valley, and finally disappeared completely.

Because this mountain has always been listed as a forbidden place, although Meng Su grew up in Wudang Mountain, the situation in this place is completely unfamiliar.

After turning the valley pass, he just followed a trail of barren grass and shins.

From Master's mouth, he heard that this place had been sealed off for a hundred years.

Judging from the signs in front of him, the situation is similar, the grass is waist-long, the ancient trees are thick, the snakes and rats are in the holes, and the desolation is extreme.

However, judging from the bluestone of the road, this forbidden place can also be said to be a cemetery.

At that time, the building was very exquisite, among the weeds and trees, there was a stone pavilion, under the pavilion was a pond, the pond had dried up, and there was a stone bridge on it.

Dividing the trees and brushing the grass, following the trail, finally reached a wall, and there was a hole in the wall, which was rotten and broken.

There is a decayed wooden plaque next to the cave, but it is a warning left by the current head of Wu, the Zixu Daoist, and the blurred handwriting reads: "Those who trespass by the disciples of Wudang will be punished with capital punishment!"

The handwriting was vigorous, and the tone was grim, Meng Su habitually made a joke, and then thought that he was no longer a member of Wudang Sect, nor was he a disciple of Sanqing.

Only then did he push open the garden gate with trembling hands, and he was shocked again, because behind the door were two dry white skeletons.

There was a rusty long sword stuck in the front heart of the skeleton, and from the style of the sword, it was obvious that it was owned by the Wudang Shangqing Palace, and it must have been a doorman who did not obey the order to trespass here.

Sure enough, he was sanctioned, because the long sword pierced the heart, which was the most severe capital punishment for dealing with disciples in the Wudang Sect.

But he immediately felt strange again: "This garden is listed as a forbidden place, and even the head of the sect is not allowed to enter, so who is this law enforcer?"

With a heavy heart and an insoluble mystery, he stepped into the garden gate, and at the same time closed the garden gate, and let out a sigh from his mouth.

He didn't sigh at the tragic death of the bones at his feet, because he grew up in strict precepts, and "death to those who break the vows" is something he takes for granted.

He was sighing to himself, as soon as the gate of the garden was closed, he cut off his more than 20 years of monastic life, this cemetery is red dust, and he has entered the world.

He was still wearing underwear, which had sword marks drawn by Zhu Nangong, black trousers, and shoes on his feet, he never dreamed that he would step into the red dust with this posture.

Bypassing the white bones, he began to look at the environment in front of him again, and there was only barren grass and a crumbling bamboo building in front of him.

Because the garden is a slope, he is standing on the top of the slope, and the floor is at the same level as his feet, so he must come in before he can see this broken bamboo building.

He walked towards the bamboo building, this bamboo building is indeed quite dilapidated, when the breeze blows, the bamboo frame rattling, if it is not just located in the valley, I am afraid it has already been blown down by the wind. Meng Su walked to the front of the bamboo building, pondered for a while, and then walked to the bamboo forest next to the building, bent down and pulled out a long bamboo, and used his palm instead of a knife to cut off the branches and leaves on it.

Then I went back to the bamboo building and held up its inclined side.

Because he was a very careful man, he was afraid that he would go into the bamboo building and knock it down, but he himself was not afraid of being injured, and if the remains of the master were left in the building, would he not be disturbed.

Although he was ignorant, he was unwilling to do that, and after propping up the bamboo building, he pushed open the door and walked in gently, and couldn't help but be surprised again.

Because in his imagination, it must be dusty, spider-silk, birds, bats, and decay, but who knows that it is the opposite.

The bamboo and green floors in the building are spotlessly clean.

The furniture of the bed is displayed in the room, which is also made of bamboo, which is bright and bright, especially a small bamboo basket is placed on the bamboo table, and some flowers are inserted in the basket, which is elegant and pleasant, and there are some books next to it.

Obviously, this house is inhabited by people, living people, and if these furniture were left by those who came before them, they would never be so clean, and that basket of flowers is a proof of this, because there are no flowers in the world that do not wither for a long time.

After waiting for a moment, he beckoned loudly to the house, "Who is hiding here? Come out quickly!" There was no reaction in the room, but Meng Su realized that there was indeed a person in the room with the spiritual touch he had cultivated for many years in Wudang.

Therefore, after waiting for a while, he said loudly: "This is a forbidden place in Wudang, no one is allowed to steal it, if you don't come out again, you will not be polite!"

Although he has left Wudang, he is still used to treating himself as a family member, and after a word, a crisp voice suddenly came from the back building: "Since you know that it is a forbidden place, why do you dare to break in?"

It's clearly a woman's accent.

Meng Su's heart moved, and hurriedly rushed to the back building, although his martial arts are based on swordsmanship, but his attainments in the inner family heart and light skills are also quite clever, his feet are wrong, that is, he has slipped to the back building, and the black shadow flashed in front of him, only to see a slender figure turned out on the window.

Meng Su shouted: "Rats, don't run away!"

The figure followed through the window and fell into the grass.

Suddenly, the black shadow flashed again, and two white arms struck in front of him.

Meng Su practiced skills in the empty door, and the most basic kung fu was to stay in danger.

Therefore, he put his arms together in the air and buckled them towards the door of the assassin's veins.

He used the Wudang Dumen Locking Technique, thinking that he was nine out of ten, but who knew that the assassin's moves were very flexible, and his white arms were in a trance.

actually dodged his lock, but instead pushed up, splitting twice.

He slapped a palm on each cheek, only to hit his heart in pain, and the Venus danced wildly in front of him.

The bones fell several feet before he got up, and in front of him stood a woman in black with a beautiful face, her eyes wide and her hands on her hips, with an angry expression.

Meng Su had rarely seen a woman in his life, and his experience of facing women a few times was to receive some female guests who entered the incense in the Zhenwu Palace.

Since the Shangqing Palace is a historical monument, there are always some nobles' dependents who come to worship and incense, he is the first disciple, and he has to entertain him, it is just an ordinary entertainment.

Other than that, he had never been alone with a woman, especially a young woman, so he forgot about the beating in a moment's astonishment.

The woman was quite fierce, her apricot eyes widened, and she scolded in a coquettish voice: "Stinky Taoist, you trespassed on the forbidden land, you have already committed a capital crime, and you dare to hurt people with your mouth, you are really impatient." ”

When Meng Su heard that the other party actually scolded him for trespassing on the forbidden land, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Nonsense! It's obvious that you stole this place!"

The woman snorted and said, "Stinky Taoist, you know how to read!"

Meng Su said angrily: "Poor Dao has been chanting since childhood, how can he not know words. ”

The woman sneered: "Since you know how to read, you should recognize your ancestor's forbidden edict, what does it say?"

Meng Su couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that the forbidden edict only restricted the disciples of Wudang from breaking in.

There are no female disciples in Wudang Sect, so this woman is naturally not considered a prisoner.

The woman snorted coldly again: "Since you understand, you should know what crime you have committed, and if you don't hurry up and kill yourself, don't you wait for me to do it!"

As soon as Meng Su heard that the other party was actually anti-guest-oriented, he turned his head and forced himself, so he shouted loudly: "Poor Dao is not a private person, but he was ordered to enter the valley to learn the purple electric swordsmanship!"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, the expression on her face was very excited, and a pair of eyes kept glancing at him, no longer as murderous as Fang Cai.

Meng Su was slapped twice by this woman just now. Knowing that her martial arts were very high, she also believed that she had secretly learned the swordsmanship and martial arts left by that master.

So he said even more angrily: "Who are you? Why did you forcibly occupy the private land, where did you get the remains of that senior, and the sword technique he left behind?"

Instead of answering his question, the woman asked him, "Since you were commanded to enter the valley, have you ever left the church?"

Meng Su couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that she was very familiar with these secret agreements, and after thinking for a while, she said slowly: "Before entering the valley, the head of the poor Dao has been removed from the Dao costume by the head of the sect, and the identity of the disciple of Wudang has been removed......"

The woman's face turned red and she exclaimed excitedly, "Then you are real, hey, what's your name?" ”

The woman glared at her and said, "Nonsense! You are no longer from Wudangmen, what are you still called a poor road, I am asking you what is the name of the layman?"

Meng Su was stunned for a moment, because he had been up the mountain since he was a child and was ignorant of his life experience, this question stumped him, and he didn't know how to answer it.

The woman was a little anxious, and urged repeatedly: "What's your surname? ”

Meng Su said with difficulty: "Since childhood, I have been carried up the mountain by the head of the sect, and I have been educated so far, except for the word Meng Su, I don't know that there are other names in Xia." ”

The woman didn't look like he was lying, and her eyes rolled and said, "Then your name is Meng Su, your surname is Meng Mingsu, these two words also sound very good, hey! What do you mean?"

Meng Su nodded and said, "Yes, the name doesn't matter, what's important?" The woman glared and said, "Why doesn't it matter, it's a matter of two people." ”

Meng Su said in surprise: "What does the name of the subordinate have to do with the girl?"

The woman's face turned red, and she said in a low voice: "Then I'll talk about it later, hey! I'll tell you, since you are no longer a Taoist priest, you have to change those stinky words, and you are not allowed to talk about any poor Taoist donors, I really don't understand, good people don't do it, but they want to become a Taoist priest, so that there is no human touch at all." ”

Meng Su said disapprehantly: "Taoism is profound, and self-cultivation is in order to seek the avenue. ”

The woman covered her ears and shouted, "Forget it, I don't want to listen, if you want to talk about that stinky truth again, don't want to get the swordsmanship of Aunt Hate Tian again!"

Meng Su was surprised: "Who is Aunt Hatetian?"

The woman put down her hand and said with a smile: "Aunt Hate Tian is the master you are looking for, she has been angry with your stinky Taoist priest in Wudang all her life, and I can't imagine that it will take 90 years after her death to calculate this breath, what difficulties has Wudang encountered?"

Meng Suwan never imagined that the master in this garden of hatred would be a woman, although he didn't know the details.

But the woman in front of her must have a deep relationship with her, so she sighed and said, "Wudang has encountered an unprecedented catastrophe today. Nearly completely destroyed the centuries-old reputation, I hope that after I can learn the swordsmanship of that predecessor, I can revive the old power. ”