Zhang Yu shook his head and said: "Although the juniors have fought with the black-clothed masked man several times, every time they are about to catch the clues, they are all escaped by that group of people, and the black-clothed people are ruthless and ruthless to their peers, with strange tricks, and the juniors are shallow, and they can't tell what gang they are in the martial arts."

The three of them talked, and before they knew it, the sky had brightened, and on the branches of the trees in the early morning, the crisp chirping of the birds was pleasant, if it was changed to a weekday, this was the time for the Wudang disciples to practice in the morning, and at the same time, it would also usher in a better day.

But at this moment, even if the sun gradually emerges from the mountain stream, it still does not bring the slightest warmth, but the atmosphere becomes more oppressive and cold.

Just when Qing Xuzi was anxious and thinking about countermeasures, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a disciple in a blue-clothed Taoist robe entered the door and bowed and said, "Master, Master Zu, he..."

Before he finished speaking, Qing Xuzi was afraid of hearing bad news, so he hurriedly asked, "Master Zu, has your condition improved?"

was questioned by Qing Xuzi first, but the blue-clothed disciple was stunned for a moment, and then nodded and said, "Yes, Master Zu has something to say to you."

Qing Xuzi was a little excited when he heard this: "Let's go, let's go and take a look..."

Then he remembered something, turned to Zhang Yu and said: "Zhang Shaoxia, it's no wonder that the old man is rude, the young man is also a little tired of helping me fight the enemy in Wudang, I told the disciple to prepare some food, the young man will rest for a while, and I will come when I go."

Zhang Yu originally thought that he would go with Qing Xuzi to see how Zhang Sanfeng's injury was, but it was not good to go with him when he heard that Zhang Sanfeng had something to convey to his subordinates. I thought: "Now that Zhang Zhenren has come to his senses, he must be fine, and it is not too late to ask for a meeting in the future."

So he got up and hugged his fists and said: "Then there will be seniors" Qingxuzi ordered Dao Tong to take the two to the side room to rest, and he rushed to the back mountain.

Qingxuzi, quickly came to a quiet bamboo forest, built a few inconspicuous thatched huts in the middle of the bamboo forest, although this is the season, it is the season of early spring growth, but this place is like summer, it is already green, flowers and plants, this place is Zhang Sanfeng's usual residence.

And the open space where Zhang Sanfeng sat on the ground last night was empty at this time, but there were many disciples standing at the door.

Seeing the arrival of Qingxuzi, a Taoist priest in his thirties with a big square face greeted him and said, "Uncle Shi, Master Zu and his old man have something to tell you."

Qingxuzi nodded, walked a few steps to the door, and was about to buckle the door knocker, only to hear a slightly tired and somewhat old voice from inside the house: "Qingxu, come in" Qingxuzi said: "Yes" gently pushed open the door.

When I walked into the house, I closed the door with my backhand, and saw an old man with silver hair, sitting cross-legged on a futon on a bamboo bed, it was the ancestor Zhang Sanfeng.

The furnishings are very simple, with a square table and benches, and a teapot and a water cup on the table.

There is nothing else, and the table top and teapot have long been full of dust, obviously not used for a long time, Qingxu has been here a few times, and he has long been accustomed to this.

On Zhang Sanfeng's face, the black silk covered by the poison in the middle of last night was long gone, although it failed to restore the moisture on his face before, but it was bloody.

This made Qing Xuzi secretly relieved, but he also knew that Master Zu must have suffered great pain, and he couldn't help but blame himself again.

Qingxuzi came to Zhang Sanfeng, knelt down three feet away, and said in a low voice: "Useless junior Qingxu, meet the ancestor, and ask the ancestor to punish"

Zhang Sanfeng opened his deep eyes, sighed softly and said: "Qingxu, you don't have to blame yourself, this is the martial arts catastrophe to blame."

Although Zhang Sanfeng said that he was already in his old age, he was full of energy and spoke very loudly, how could he ever be so depressed as today, Qingxu couldn't help but ask: "Master Body..."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "It's okay, so that the grandchildren don't have to worry" Qingxu nodded and said: "Yes"

Although he promised it, how could he not understand that Master Zu must have been injured a lot this time, and the reason why he said this was just to comfort him.

Zhang Sanfeng asked again: "How many disciples did I lose in Wudang this time?"

Qingxu knew that the patriarch had always been very concerned about his disciples, and he was kind, and treated them as his own descendants.

He deliberately wanted to hide it, but if he wanted to be known by his ancestor in the future, he would probably blame him, so he bowed his head and said bluntly: "Ancestor, more than 50 people have been sacrificed and more than 200 people have been injured."

Zhang Sanfeng shouted: "What" Qingxu said in panic: "Ask the ancestor, calm your anger"

He had never heard the ancestor speak in such a tone, although he lowered his head and didn't look at the face of the ancestor, but he must not look good at this moment.

After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng said leisurely: "It must be appeased properly"

Qingxu said: "Please rest assured, Master" only heard Zhang Sanfeng sigh and continued: "I have been a faction in Wudang for more than 100 years, and after strong winds and waves, I have always supported justice, and I have never done anything against my will. Now although the Seven Heroes of Wudang are no longer there, but the martial arts have fallen into a catastrophe, I, Wudang, will not stand idly by, raise the power of the whole mountain of Wudang, and also eliminate the demons, do you understand" Qingxuzi nodded.

Since the opening of the school, Wudang has adhered to Zhang Sanfeng's chivalrous heart, and Wudang has produced seven outstanding disciples in his early years, and he is also Zhang Sanfeng's most proud protégé.

They are Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liheng, Mo Shenggu and other seven people.

The seven of them are not only strong in martial arts, but also have a righteous life, punish evil and promote good, eliminate violence and peace, and everyone in the martial arts admires them, although they have passed away now, but they are still the contemporary disciples of the Wudang School, and they are exemplary examples in their hearts.

And Qingxu is Zhang Sixia in the Wudang Seven Heroes, a disciple accepted by Zhang Songxi in his later years, Qingxu has always adhered to the teachings of his master.

Zhang Songxi is both wise and brave, but when he was a teenager, he was a little stupid and empty, and he didn't seem to have learned the two percent of his teacher, but he practiced extremely hard.

Now a swordsmanship, although not as good as a few uncles, but not under a few brothers, loyal and careful, this time Zhang Sanfeng appointed him as the temporary helmsman, there must be his excellence.

At this time, when I heard my ancestor mention the Wudang Seven Heroes again, I couldn't help but bend my head and show shame and said: "If the Seven Heroes of the past are still there, how can I be so down-and-out in Wudang, and let the ancestor be injured a lot, only blame my grandson's low skills, and I can't keep my ancestor thorough, what face do I have in the future, facing your uncles."

Thinking of this, I suddenly had the idea of apologizing for my sins with death, and then thought about it again: "It's not a pity for me to die in vain, but if I can protect the safety of my ancestors and protect my Wudang's century-old reputation, and the lives of hundreds of people in Wudang, then it is not impossible, I am afraid that I can't, but now only by protecting Wudang can I alleviate my sins."

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be able to see through what Qingxuzi thought, sighed and said: "This is a catastrophe, you don't have to blame yourself too much"

When Qingxu heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, he blamed himself even more and said with some excitement: "The juniors are incompetent, but they have to fight for their lives to ensure the stability of my Wudang Zhou."

Zhang Sanfeng shouted: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense" Qingxu was really startled, he had never heard Zhang Sanfeng have a precedent of yelling at the doorman, and he hurriedly said: "Qingxu's words are inappropriate, ask the ancestor for forgiveness"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said: "Okay, your sincerity, how do you not know how to be old, you are now a pivotal figure in Wudang, you must not be rash."

When Qingxu heard this, he felt remorseful in his heart, and said: "Obey the teachings of the ancestors" Zhang Sanfeng turned his words and asked: "Is there any news from Rongyang to send back?"

Qingxu said: "Master Ancestor, there has been no news yet..."There was no news about Yin Rongyang's departure for five and a half days, and after hearing what Zhang Yu said, he was always anxious in his heart.