Chapter 6: Is Jepheyah Jehoyeh?

Mudaoren is the person with the highest rank in the Wudang faction today, and he is also the most respected person among all the Wudang disciples of the Wudang faction except for Shi Yan, the head of Wudang. Anyone up and down in Wudang knows very well that the person that Mu Dao people value the most is not Shi He, a disciple who inherits the essence of his swordsmanship, but Shi Yan, who is even the mantle of his junior brother Mei Zhenren or even the head of Mei Zhenren.

It's just that almost everyone in Wudang knows that Mudao people like to do something difficult from time to time, but no one knows what the reason is.

At this moment, Shi Yan frowned, Mu Daoren looked at Shi Yan and did not hide the joy on his face at all, he didn't speak, just looked at Shi Yan very calmly, anyone could see that he was waiting, he was waiting for Shi Yan to speak, waiting for Shi Yan to speak in person.

And anyone can tell from his expression that he seems to be sure that Shi Yan will definitely speak, and in fact he is not wrong, Shi Yan spoke, he really spoke.

His complexion had sunk, and it was obvious that the name Mo Dumping Chi was very heavy for him, and the thing that made a person like him feel heavy was definitely not related to himself, but could only be related to one thing: "Wudang"

―― When it comes to Wudang, the head of Wudang, the head of Wulin Taishan Beidou, will be so dignified.

Shi Yan's eyes stared at the wooden Dao man, he exuded a majestic aura that the Mu Dao people were familiar with but very disgusted, and he couldn't help but surrender, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and he didn't want to delay for a moment, and said coldly: "Uncle Shi saw the ink pouring pool in Wudang Mountain, where did you see the ink pouring pool, when did you see the ink pouring pool?"

If in normal times, Mu Daoren would definitely not answer quickly, but this time is different, it is obvious that Shi Yan is not asking as a nephew, but as the head of Wudang.

The most important seniors on the rivers and lakes are respectful and humble.

There is no doubt that the Mudao people are tall in terms of seniority, but in terms of respect and humility, it is naturally Shi Yangao, who is the head of Wudang, and respect and humility are far more important than seniority, so as long as the Mudao people who are free in the mountains and forests are disciples of the Wudang faction one day, they have to answer Shi Yan's words.

No one can mess with this rule, whoever messes with it will die, and who dares to mess with it, and who can mess with it? At least the Mudao people at this time don't want to mess with this rule.

Therefore, he spoke, and he honestly answered this question, which seemed to be absolutely very important in Shi Yan's eyes.

"I have a habit of walking in the mountains and forests in the morning, and I basically see the ink pouring in the early morning. The wooden man smiled.

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't mishear every word of Mu Daoren, and it was precisely because he didn't miss half a word that he was stunned. He was stunned for a long time before he looked at Mu Daodao: "Uncle Shi, do you mean that you have seen the Ink Dumping Pond more than once?"

Mu Daoren twisted his white beard lightly and smiled, "The correct statement is that I have seen the Ink Dumping Pool at least seven or eight times. ”

"Seven or eight times?" Shi Yan was even more surprised, and at the same time he was even more dignified, he looked at the still light and breezy Mu Daodao: "Then Uncle can ask Mo Dump Chi about what happened to Shangwudang?"

Mu Daoren smiled and said: "Mo Dump Chi is a swordsman, a swordsman like Lu Xiaofeng, who likes to cause trouble from time to time, so as a disciple of Wudang, I naturally can't help but ask, and Mo Dump Chi also gave an answer." ”

"What is the answer?" Shi Yan had already clenched his fists, although Mo Dump Chi's reputation in the rivers and lakes was not the first in the world, but it could be called one of the most famous people in the rivers and lakes, and there was no one comparable to the fame of the younger generation of Jianghu people in recent months.

Of course, the fact that Mo Dump Chi is famous is naturally not the most important thing, the most important point is that almost every sect and every faction knows that Ink Dump Chi is a peerless swordsman with excellent swordsmanship, and he is a swordsman who is willing to fight without sparing his life, so how can any sect master who practices swordsmanship not be afraid of such a super swordsman who is not afraid of death?

The same is true for Wudang, and the same is true for Shi Yan.

How many people in the rivers and lakes don't know that Wudang's Liangyi swordsmanship is known as the first of the three major Xuanmen swordsmanship in the world?

It's just that the wooden Taoist surprised him again, and the wooden Taoist looked at him with a smile and said, "He said that he just went up the mountain to chop wood." ”

"Go up the mountain to chop wood?" Shi Yan was stunned and stunned for a long time.

At this moment, if anyone in Shi Yan's position will be stunned, a swordsman with excellent kendo and a woodcutter, this is a world of difference, these two people are difficult to connect no matter how you do, this is almost an impossible and even incredible thing, anyone will think like this.

Mu Daoren smiled, he was not surprised at all, when he first heard Mo Tingchi's words, didn't he think the same way? He believed that there was absolutely no person in the world who would associate a famous peerless swordsman with an ordinary woodcutter chopping wood in the mountains.

-- Isn't it true that there are many impossible things in the world that are already possible? Some things that seem more impossible are actually happening in an understatement, such as the fact that the ink pour pond should be chopping wood now.

He looked at Shi Yan, the head of Wudang, who he valued and valued the most, and laughed softly: "I know you don't believe it, in fact, I didn't believe it when I heard his answer at that time, but then I could only believe it, I couldn't help but believe it." ”

Shi Yan spoke succinctly and asked, "Why?"

Mu Dao said: "Because the next few **** have encountered the ink pouring pool in a row, and I asked him the same sentence every time, and he also answered the same sentence." ”

"Go up the hill and chop wood?"

Mu Daoren nodded, "Yes, it's just to go up the mountain to chop wood." ”

Shi Yan was silent, he looked at the Mu Dao people, he didn't know much about the master in front of him, but after all, he still knew that the Mu Dao people would never joke about this kind of thing, so in other words, what the Mu Dao people said was absolutely the truth.

But in this way, the problem comes.

Why did a master of swordsmanship suddenly become a woodcutter?

He pondered and meditated, and it was rare to come up with a satisfactory answer, and at this time, the wooden man spoke again......

Mu Dao said: "If the ink pouring pond was the ink pouring pond of the past, maybe he would not do things like chopping wood, but unfortunately the ink pouring pond is not the ink pouring pond of the past, and he doesn't even know who the ink pouring pond is." ”

"He doesn't know?" Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, and without thinking, blurted out: "Has he lost his memory?"

Mu Daoren nodded and said: "According to my observation, this is a very likely thing, it's not a strange thing that he doesn't know me and doesn't know me, but the strangest thing is that he doesn't even know Lu Xiaofeng, Zhongyuan Yihong, Yuan Suiyun, Feng Siniang and others, and he has a brand new name: Chen Fan." ”

Shi Yan gently knocked on the slate, as if to make a final decision: "So he has amnesia?"

Mu Daoren nodded, and sighed softly: "Yes, he should have amnesia, if it is not amnesia, then it can only mean that Mo Dump Chi has a big plan, and this big plan forced him to put down his dignity and pride, and change his name to Yi."

Shi Yan also had to admit that there seemed to be only these two possibilities, after all, Mo Dumping Chi was a proud and conceited person.

"Is there another possibility?" he was silent for a moment, looking at the wooden man.

Mu Daoren smiled, he twisted his beard and said, "Do you want to say that the Chen Fan I saw is actually Chen Fan, and the ink pouring pool is the ink pouring pool?"

Shi Yan nodded and said, "Although there are very few people in the world who look exactly the same, they are not non-existent. ”

The well-informed Mudao people had seen this situation, and he said: "This is not impossible, it's just that Chen Fan is not Chen Fan, Chen Fan is the ink pouring pool, and he is the ink pouring pool that defeated Chu Liuxiang and fought with Feng Qingyang." He said it with great certainty, as if he were saying something that was set in stone.

"Why?"

Mu Dao said: "Because of his temperament, the terrifying sword intent on his body, how many people in the sky and the earth can have that unique and terrifying sword intent?" he said very definitely and calmly, word by word: "There may be another person in the sky and the earth who is exactly the same as Chen Fan, but it is a pity that there is no one in the world who can have the unique and sharp sword intent of Mo Dump Chi, that temperament like a cold wind, and that arrogance like ice and snow on the Tianshan Mountain." ”

This sentence is not difficult to understand, Shi Yan understands, and he can't help but admit the words of the Mu Dao man, the words of the Mu Dao man are very correct, and there is absolutely no person in the sky and the earth who can refute this sentence.

Shi Yan pondered for a moment and said, "As far as I know, there has been no news of the ink dumping pond on the rivers and lakes after the battle of Huashan?"

Mu Daodao: "Yes, in the past half a year, Mo Dump Chi has become more and more famous in the rivers and lakes, but he has been disappearing in the rivers and lakes, even if Jin Lingzhi, the most beloved little granddaughter of Mrs. Jin of Wanfu Wanshou Garden, has tried her best to find the ink dumping pond with the power of the rivers and lakes court, it is difficult to find out the whereabouts of this person. ”

Mrs. Jin does not have the slightest power in the rivers and lakes, but he has ten sons, nine daughters, eight sons-in-law, and still twenty-eight grandsons and thirty-nine granddaughters, these people are all famous figures in the general or court, so if you can't find a person by borrowing Mrs. Jin's power, it can only prove one thing, then that one has definitely not appeared in the rivers and lakes or the court.

Shi Yan naturally knew about the sensation that caused the world three months ago: Miss Jin Lingzhi's search for someone. Therefore, his face sank even more, and he said: "The reason why a person loses his memory is either because he was born with a serious illness, or because he was severely injured, so if Mo Dump Chi loses his memory, then there are only two possibilities. ”

Mu Daoren smiled and said: "In fact, there is a possibility, people have seven emotions and six desires, perhaps because Mo Dumping Chi was hurt by love, and finally lost his memory when he was angry and depressed." ”

Shi Yan smiled helplessly, he felt that since this senior uncle and Mo Dump Chi became friends, he often joked a lot, he could only shake his head helplessly and said, "Senior Uncle, do you really think that people like Ink Dump Chi will be hurt by love?"

Mu Daoren shook his head: "This person was born with a red face tribulation, so this possibility is almost impossible, so if you calculate it, it may be that the ink pouring pool has been hit hard in the end." ”

Shi Yan said: "Therefore, you also agree that it was Mo Dump Chi who fought with people before he lost his memory, so Ink Dump Chi was hit hard and finally lost his memory. ”

Mu Daoren sighed: "It's not that there are people in the entire rivers and lakes who have the ability to beat the Ink Dumping Pool, but there are only a handful, and most of these people are famous figures, and the whereabouts of these people have been noticed by the world, so it's hard for me to imagine that someone can quietly hit the Ink Dumping Pond to the point where it is now?"

Shi Yan also showed a trace of bitterness on his face, and he sighed softly: "It's hard for me to believe it, but it's a pity that the facts are already in front of us, and we can't help but believe it." ”

Mu Daoren sighed: "We can't help but believe it, but this matter is too bizarre and weird, so I can't help but find someone, find someone who is very close to Mo Dump Pond to investigate this matter." ”

Shi Yan stared at Mu Daoren, and after a long time, he said, "You found someone Lu Xiaofeng?"

Mu Daoren sighed: "The person I admire the most in the martial arts is Lu Xiaofeng, he not only likes to meddle in things, but also can always turn the danger into a disaster and find out the truth after every meddler." ”

"Do you think he's going to make this trip to the troubled waters?"

Mu Daoren smiled, a very fantastical light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a playful smile: "He may not be able to go to other people's troubled waters, but it's a pity that he can't help but go to this muddy water of the ink pouring pool, after all, the ink pouring pool is his friend." ”

Shi Yan can't help but admit this, if it's a trivial matter, then Lu Xiaofeng will naturally not pay attention to it, but if something happens to his friend, how can he ignore it?

Now that Lu Xiaofeng is on the way, he has already received a letter from the Mudao people, and is on the way to Wudang Mountain, and he cursed softly in his mouth: "What a master who will cause trouble more than me." (To be continued.) )