Zhenheng Dao Chang sat on the old Nanmu chair in the Shangqing Palace, picked up the fragrant tea from the coffee table, took a sip, and slowly put it back. Shen shouted, "Ling Qi!"

A yellow-robed black thin Taoist in his thirties responded and asked respectfully, "What does Uncle Shi command?"

Zhen Heng said: "You are a senior brother, and you should urge your junior brothers to practice martial arts during this time." Don't miss their homework. ”

Ling Qi responded: "Yes." ”

Zhen Heng's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Those sneaky guys in the morning, have you found out the details?" Ling Qi shook his head and said, "No." It's strange that the people around don't know them. This group of people is probably not local. ”

"Oh?" Zhen Heng frowned and asked, "Where do they speak?" Ling Qi said: "Listen to the guy in the teahouse under the mountain, this group of people have been there to drink tea, and their speech seems to be with a northern Sichuan accent. ”

Zhen Heng's expression suddenly tightened: "It can't be a double cultivation sect, right?" Ling Qi shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Zhenheng was silent for a while, and then ordered: "These days, everyone on and off the mountain is on guard, and if there is anything suspicious, report it immediately." Go for it!"

After Ling Qi left, Zhen Heng couldn't sit still, got up and walked out of the view. More than ten young disciples were practicing swords in the open space in front of the view, and when they saw Zhenheng passing by, they all stopped and greeted respectfully. Zhen Heng nodded hurriedly, and walked to the back mountain worriedly.

Hui Li walked through a quiet mountain road, there is a secluded blue pool on the mountainside in front, and the water hookah on the surface of the pond is curling. Leaning on the mountain by the pond and building an elegant bamboo house, there are a few green pines around the house. Qingcheng sent the previous generation of head Dao a real person, and he practiced here.

Zhen Heng walked to the front of the bamboo hut and called out respectfully: "Is the master here?" A small path in front of the house that was making a fire and boiling water raised his head and said with a smile: "Here you are! Uncle Shi, please come in!"

Zhenheng walked lightly into the living room. This is a small living room, with a black table of eight immortals in the center of the hall, and a swarthy ancient sword hanging on the left wall. A soft old man's voice came from the room, "Zhenheng?" ”

Zhen Heng walked through the living room and entered the inner room, where there was a yellowed paper "Ancient Taiji Diagram" hanging on the wall, red and black intertwined, the yin and yang fish linked to each other were particularly conspicuous, and on the right wall hung a "Congenital Sixty-four Hexagram Circle". On the futon in the room, a thin old man with silver threads like snow closed his eyes, like a fossil.

Zhen Heng approached cautiously and said in a low voice: "Master, I'm sorry to disturb your old Qing Xiu." ”

Daoyi Zhenren slowly opened his eyes, and the dark inner room seemed to light up. Mu Zhu Zhenheng asked, "What's the difficult thing?"

Zhenheng said: "This morning, a few people of unknown origin came down the mountain, and from time to time they came up to the middle of the mountain, sneaking peeps. The disciple sent Ling Qi to inquire, and they spoke with a northern Sichuan accent. The disciples suspected that they were members of the Double Cultivation Sect. ”

Dao Yi frowned lightly and asked, "Among the disciples of the 'Black and White Double Evil' back then, were there any outstanding people?"

Zhen Heng said: "Senior brother in charge has already sent someone to inquire, and it seems that there is nothing outstanding." Today's dual cultivation sect is run by two disciples of the 'black and white double evil', which is called the Heaven and Earth Twin Venerables. Over the years, the double cultivation religion has been considered a rule, and the disciples are not very good at walking in the rivers and lakes, and there are no evil deeds. As for the martial arts of the Heaven and Earth Twin Venerables, no one knows. But there should be no fear. Back then, the 'black and white swords' were defeated by your master, so I think they should be no better than their own master!"

Dao Yi listened quietly, and muttered slightly: "I hope so." After being silent for a while, he asked, "Has there been any movement in the Tang Sect recently?"

Zhenheng said: "It's still not abnormal. It's just that Chaotian Fort is particularly short of competent manpower this year, and Senior Brother Fang has passed on several times to ask for someone from Senior Brother in charge. This time, the senior brother in charge went to Wudang to celebrate his birthday and brought Ling Xiao and Ling Kong. Promised to leave them in Chaotian to help. ”

Dao Yi bowed his head and said, "Okay." Young people should go to the rivers and lakes to experience more. I heard that Ling Xiao's martial arts are already very good?"

Zhenheng said: "Hmm." He has done his best to pass on the true legacy of the senior brother in charge. Except for the internal strength is a little lacking, the martial arts are no longer under me. ”

Daoyi nodded with satisfaction and said, "His future achievements will not be under his master." After a pause, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhen Heng thought for a while and said, "Well, it's nothing." There is one thing: before the senior brother left yesterday, his left eyelid jumped violently. He told me that he was very upset, and that it was a bad sign. I wanted to occupy a hexagram, but I said that I had only focused on martial arts over the years, but I was sparse in Yixue, and I am afraid that I would not be able to occupy it. I persuaded him to come to the master to take a hexagram, but he said that the blessings and misfortunes were predestined, so he waved his hand and gave up. Master, can you take a hexagram now?"

Dao Yi smiled bitterly: "It's not allowed to be a teacher." Easy to learn is broad and profound, and I am also half-understood, and there are many questions. In the past ten years, he has been slow to learn, and he has not entered the country, but his martial arts are very sparse. Hey!" Zhen Heng said: "Master, you studied Yi Xue, in order to crack the "Qingcheng Secret Record" and "Imperial Sword Divine Illusion Skill", so that the lost stunts of my faction can reappear in the rivers and lakes and magnify my faction." Everyone in Qingcheng admires your old man!"

Dao Yi let out a long sigh and was silent. Slowly closed his eyes and said, "If it's okay, you can go!"

Zhen Heng walked out of the bamboo house, climbed the steps along the mountain road, and walked in the direction of the Shangqing Palace. The sky was a little gloomy, and the verdant Qingcheng Mountain was slightly hazy.

In the past few days, when he thought of the expression of Dao Yi Zhenren, Zhen Heng's heart was uneasy. He instructed Ling Qi to personally take twenty disciples to the halfway up the mountain every day to guard everywhere. The remaining 100 or so disciples were divided into several groups to guard each Taoist temple and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He spent all day in the center of the Shangqing Palace. Fortunately, after five days, there was nothing unusual.

Early this morning, Ling Qi was about to take his disciples down the mountain to inspect, and Zhen Heng stepped forward and instructed him to pay attention to the location and details of precautions. As he was talking, he suddenly saw a brown-robed old man with a solemn expression turn out of the corner of the yellow wall, which was a real person in Daoyi. Zhen Heng greeted the master who was striding in stride, and shouted, "Master is early!" and all the disciples gathered around to salute.

Dao Yi smiled and nodded, looking at all the disciples one by one. Zhenheng drank and ordered all the disciples to give way, and asked the master to speak. Daoyi slowly walked to the dripping eaves in front of the view, turned around and stood still, and said loudly: "I heard that a few days ago, there were a few suspicious people at the foot of the mountain. Very good, they are all good children!" all the disciples were overjoyed when they heard the praise of their ancestors.

Dao Yi continued: "My Qingcheng faction has been founded by Qingcheng Zhangren for thousands of years. During this period, there have been many great seniors who have created a great reputation for our Qingcheng faction! Although your head is not on the mountain, you don't have to be too nervous. Although my qualifications are mediocre, and my cultivation is far from reaching the realm of sages, as long as I have this old bone, and everyone works together, it will not be a problem to keep me safe in Qingcheng Mountain. "All the disciples have been very nervous in the past few days, and when they heard this, they all settled down.

Dao Yi glanced at the disciples and continued: "For more than a thousand years, although the Taoist sect has been divided into several sects, they are all in the same breath and share weal and woe. The name of my Qingcheng faction can survive thousands of years without falling, not because the heads of the previous dynasties can have extraordinary martial arts, but because our faction has always been a respected Taoist sect. Our sect has always followed the doctrine of Taoism, so it has been admired by people throughout the ages. As a disciple of my Daomen, we should follow the way of heaven, the earth, and humanity, and share the good and the bad with the people. With the changes in the way of the world, the world will escape from the world and become enlightened, and the world will enter the world to defend the way! Although everyone has different qualifications and has a high level of cultivation, as long as they always keep in mind the spirit of our Taoism, they can all become respectable Taoist disciples!"

Dao Yi waited for the disciples to be quiet, smiled and waved his hand, "Let's go on our own!" Seeing that Ling Qi, who was standing in front of him, was about to leave, he beckoned, "You come with me." ”

Ling Qi followed behind Dao Yi suspiciously, went down the mountain road, and after a short walk, he arrived at the Ancestor Palace. The patriarch's hall is backed by Xuanyuan Peak, and the hall body is black and not majestic, like a lonely old man, overlooking the fog of Baiyun Creek all day long.

Daoyi stopped in front of the hall, straightened his robe, and walked respectfully. The statue of the Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in the hall is a clay sculpture, the clay body is a little old, and there is a futon on the ground in front of the statue. The two Xiaodao were polishing the incense table, and when they saw the two of them coming in, they all stepped forward to salute. Dao nodded a little and smiled: "Go out, you don't need to serve." ”

After the two paths exited the hall, Daoyi commanded, "Close the door of the temple." Ling Qi closed the door suspiciously, turned around and saw that Dao Yi was already kneeling on the futon, and respectfully kowtowed to the statue of Emperor Zhenwu. Ling Qi didn't dare to slack off, and knelt beside him to do so.

Dao Yi stood up after kowtowing, walked to a temple pillar on the left, stretched out his right hand and picked at the pillar, and a small square hole appeared on the pillar body. Ling Qi looked over in surprise, and saw Dao Yi's left hand and index finger reaching in, taking out a small black square wooden box, and then covering the square hole with the wooden block in his right hand. Originally, this square hole was chiseled into the pillar body, and the wooden blocks on the surface of the column body were retained, covering the hole tightly. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

Dao Yi walked back to the futon and beckoned to Ling Qi, "Borrow a sword." Ling Qi drew his sword in confusion and handed it over. Dao Yi bent down to pull open the futon, inserted the tip of the sword into the gap on the edge of the bluestone floor where the futon was originally placed, and with a slight prie, a bluestone slab was turned up, revealing a rusty iron box with two flat holes in the lid. Open the small wooden box, take out two copper keys, hold one in each hand, insert it into the flat hole, rotate the left hand to the right, turn the right hand to the left, and the lid of the box pops up with a "click" sound. Remove the lid of the box, and take out two old books that seem to be kraft paper from the box.

Dao Yi lightly raised the book in his hand, looked at Ling Qi, and said solemnly: "Remember: this is the treasure of this gate's Zhenshan - "Qingcheng Secret Record" and "Imperial Sword Divine Illusion Skill". Let's go, I'll tell you more carefully on the way. With that, he locked the lid and put the book and key back in their place. He also ordered Ling Qi to sweep some dust and fill it in the brick cracks, and pull it back to cover it.

The two walked out of the ancestral hall and returned to the Shangqing Palace side by side along the mountain road. Dao Yi said slowly: "Those two scriptures just now are the real ones of my sect's peerless "Qingcheng Secret Record" and "Imperial Sword Divine Illusion Skill". The two books locked in the Pavilion were fakes. Ling Qi said in surprise: "Fake?" Dao Yi said with a straight face: "Exactly." All along, there have always been unscrupulous people who covet the scriptures. Let's just say that in the last 50 years, I have found people who have come to steal the scriptures six times. Fifty years ago, the dispute between the demons and the Dao was fierce, and your ancestor was afraid that these two scriptures would fall into the hands of the enemy, so he made those two fakes and hid the true scriptures in the ancestral temple. Ling Qi was in awe and praised: "The Great Master Ancestor is really amazing, he has come up with such a good way!"

Dao Yi continued: "Since the creation of the Qingcheng School, only four seniors have cultivated these two stunts. The fourth cultivator was also in the early years of the Song Dynasty. Hehe, even I don't know how to honor this senior. These two stunts are generally only qualified to be practiced by the master. However, if the master agrees, other disciples can also practice, but they can only be copied and taught by the master, and must not be practiced with the true scriptures. The secrets of the scriptures are known only to the heads of the past generations. In today's Qingcheng faction, apart from me and your master, only you know this secret. ”

Ling Qi said in confusion: "This ...... Shizu ...... The disciple is not ......" Dao Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and interrupted: "Don't say it, I understand what you mean." Listening to Shizu, the rivers and lakes in the past few years have been surprisingly calm. The static pole is moving. So I'm very uneasy, and I feel that the rivers and lakes will soon change dramatically. Once there is a change, many sects will be involved, and my Qingcheng faction is no exception. Let's just say that the group of people who came to peep at Qingcheng Mountain are very strange, they should want to take advantage of the time when your master is gone, which is not conducive to our faction. Since the enemy wants to attack our Qingcheng Mountain, of course they will also deal with your master and them......" Ling Qi said in horror: "This ...... How's that okay?"

Daoyi comforted: "Don't be too nervous, with your master and the three of them, self-protection shouldn't be a problem." It's just that the world is unpredictable...... I'm worried about the secret of the canon disappearing, and it's always good to plan ahead. You are your master's eldest disciple, you should know about it,......" Ling Qi interjected, "How can it be annihilated?

Daoyi sighed and said, "Maybe I'm overthinking." While speaking, the two arrived in front of the Shangqing Palace. Dao Yi stopped and said, "You are busy with your go! I will go back to the Fog House." ”

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As long as the weather is good, whenever this time, Fang Cong will habitually come to this ancient pavilion to overlook. He always felt that the situation where the turquoise Jialing River and the turbid yellow Yangtze River water were close here, very much like the movement of yin and yang. He wanted to carefully observe the changes in the flow of water, so as to understand the yin and yang gossip, and then practice the stunt that his master allowed to practice - "Imperial Sword Divine Illusion Skill". But after many years, there is still no entry.

Fang Zhiju was born in the Qingcheng faction, and at the age of thirty-seven, he took over the scepter from Xiao Shijie Xiao Laobao of the Huanhua faction and took charge of Chaotian Castle, and now it has been fourteen years. Chaotianbao is a shipping organization in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, with more than 1,000 people. The main rudder is located in Chaotian Fort, and there are also two sub-rudders in Cuiping Fort and Shenjian City upstream. Chaotian Fort is divided into one inner and three outside, a total of four halls. The inner hall is called Qiankun Hall, and the outer hall is called Thunderwind Hall, Water and Fire Hall, and Shanze Hall respectively.

In addition to the protection of the perimeter of Chaotian Fort, the Thunder Wind Hall is also responsible for the protection of the coastal docks and shops and the task of escorting them with ships; the Water and Fire Hall is mainly responsible for the operation of inns and liquor stores; and the Yamazawa Hall is responsible for receiving goods transported by land and water, and is also responsible for transporting goods downstream. Qiankun Hall is composed of the most trusted people in the Fang Gathering, in addition to being responsible for the security in the fort, it is also responsible for the operation and management of the entire Chaotian Fort organization. Not only that, but Qiankun Hall also has a lot of secret expatriate personnel, who can inquire about the situation in the rivers and lakes and the enemy's dynamics at any time, and are responsible for introducing suitable personnel to join.

"Hey, the master is right, the study of easy learning is all up to Huigen, when will we have an epiphany!" Fang Qianju sighed in his heart.

Gather your mind and slowly take out a telescope from your sleeve. This telescope was given by He Tongju in the house on his 50th birthday last year, and it is said that it was made in the West, and the Ming Dynasty is very rare.

The squares gathered from the telescope to examine the Shazui Wharf, Cuiweimen Wharf, Dongshuimen Wharf, and Tangjiatuo Wharf one by one. As usual, the river is lined with sails and boats, and the wharf is full of people, mixed but not chaotic.

"Castle Master!" came a loud cry from outside the pavilion.

Fang Juyan moved away from the telescope and slowly turned around. A sturdy man in purple in his thirties was standing beside the blue-gray pavilion pillar. This person's name is Yin Tianjin, and he is the eldest disciple of Fang Zhiju and the hall master of Qiankun Hall.

"Tianjin, come in!" Yin Tianjin glanced at the master in the pavilion: gray sideburns, sharp eyes, although he was not too tall, he stood with his hands in his hands, such as an abyss and a mountain stand, the momentum was compelling, and he suddenly admired him. At the moment, he walked quickly to the side of Fang Zhiju.

"What's the matter? Fang Zhiju looked at Yin Tianjin with gentle eyes.

Yin Tianjin said: "Yesterday, Cuiping Fort sent a batch of medicinal materials, and today Shenjian City sent a batch of wine, and both batches of goods were sent to Yueyang. They should all arrive the morning after tomorrow. ”

Fang Zhiju asked, "Have you arranged to transfer the goods?" Yin Tianjin nodded and said, "It has been arranged." Tomorrow, Brother Song, they should come back, so they will be sent to the Three Gorges Pavilion. ”

"Recently, have there been any movements of the Jinsha Gang and the Zhuhai Gang?" Fang Qianju suddenly asked.

Yin Tianjin thought for a while and said, "That's not true." Is the castle master worried that they will fight these two batches of goods? The disciple doesn't think they have the guts!"

Fang Zhiju was noncommittal and asked, "I heard that a group of strangers came the day before yesterday, and it seems that everyone has good martial arts. One of the leaders in this group has been to Chongqing Mansion, and two have been to the Sanjiang Gang?"

Yin Tianjin nodded and said, "Yes, this matter is a little strange. We inquired and found that the group was coming from the east, but we couldn't figure out who they were or what they were trying to do. ”

Fang Zhiju asked with a slightly worried face: "Do you think it will be someone from the Chu Xiang League?" Yin Tianjin frowned and said, "I don't know." However, there was no warning from Yueyang Tower. ”

Fang Zhiju's expression slowed down slightly, but he still said cautiously: "When there is an abnormal situation, it is always good to be careful. Yin Tianjin hurriedly agreed: "Yes." ”

Fang Shan gathered in the pavilion and stamped back and forth a few steps and asked, "Is there anything unusual on the Sanjiang Gang's side?"

Yin Tianjin said: "That's not true. Today they just sent a batch of porcelain to Cuiweimen Wharf, which is the goods that Jinling Liu Qiye wanted. ”

Fang Zhiju nodded, and asked again as if he didn't give up: "Has there been any movement on the Tang Sect side recently?"

Yin Tianjin thought about it and said, "Still not." In the past few years, the Rao brothers have not found anything unusual. Looks like we're overthinking!"

"A hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff. You still have to be careful at all times!"

Holding on to the railing for a while, he asked, "How have you been doing in the past two months?"

Yin Tianjin thought for a while and said, "I can't remember the specific number, I only remember an approximate number." The total income is about 970,000 taels: about 470,000 taels in Shanze Hall, about 320,000 taels in Shuihuo Hall, about 100,000 taels in Cuiping Fort, and about 80,000 taels in Shenjian City. The total expenditure was about 700,000 taels: about 80,000 taels for Cuiping Fort, 100,000 taels for Shenjian City, 200,000 taels for the Outer Three Halls, and 290,000 taels for the Qiankun Hall. The profit was about 270,000 taels. ”

Fang Zhiju nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Prepare 200,000 taels of silver tickets, and when your master comes, let him bring this money back to Qingcheng." ”

"So many?" Yin Tianjin was both surprised and a little distressed, glanced at the castle master, and suddenly realized that he shouldn't have such an attitude, and hurriedly lowered his head in confusion.

"Hmm. Fang Zhiju understood his doubts and explained: "Most of our Taoist temples in Qingcheng Mountain are also dilapidated, and I am ready to let the senior brother in charge use this money to repair and repair them, and build a few new temples." I am really ashamed to have patronized and developed our Chaotian Fort over the years, but I have not even taken care of Qingcheng Mountain! As a disciple of Qingcheng, this is the wish of the teacher for many years! In the past two years, it is time to make some contribution to the development of my Qingcheng faction. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly stared at Yin Tianjin sternly, as if he wanted to see through his bones, and said slowly, word by word: "Tianjin, you must always remember our identity: we are Qingcheng people first, and then businessmen! Chaotianbao is given by my Qingcheng faction today! Without the support of my Qingcheng faction, it is not easy to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes!"

Yin Tianjin nodded hurriedly and said in a low voice, "Yes." The disciple understood. Thank you for your teachings!"

Fang Zhiju retracted his stern gaze and said gently, "It's good to understand." By the way, how are you and Miss Ruolan's wedding prepared?" Yin Tianjin breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Thank you master for your concern! More than a month later, it's still early! Besides, there isn't much to prepare." ”

"Life events, how can you be sloppy!" Fang Zhiju said: "You have been with me for so many years, you have suffered a lot, you have suffered a lot, and you have not enjoyed a day of happiness." This time, the teacher is going to hold this wedding for you!"

"Thank you, master! But for the sake of just a disciple, there is no need for the master to be so extravagant!" Yin Tianjin was very moved.

Fang Zhiju waved his hand and said: "How can you call extravagance? The Chen family is a rich and powerful family, and the wedding is shabby, what do people think? Besides, now that I am old, my energy is fading day by day, and you have to carry the burden of Chaotian Castle more." Having your father-in-law take care of it will be of great benefit to you and to the development of Chaotian Castle. You said yes, right?" Yin Tianjin smiled and nodded.

Fang Zhiju continued: "When I go out to do things in the future, I will take you Senior Brother Fang Yi to experience and experience." The boss is not small, and your wife is still used to him, and she is about to spoil him. You are a brother, just educate him - it is for his own good, and he will understand later. Yin Tianjin had a feeling of throwing a hot potato, and said softly: "Yes." ”

Fang Xianju suddenly remembered, and said excitedly: "I forgot to tell you: this time, your master went to Wudang to celebrate his birthday, and brought Shen Lingxiao and Kou Lingkong, two proud disciples, and they will come here after the birthday." On several occasions before, I sent a few of the most skilled martial arts masters and nephews, but he was noncommittal, and this time he finally agreed to keep them in the fort to help. ”

"Really?" Yin Tianjin was overjoyed, "I heard that these two junior disciples have extraordinary martial arts, especially that Shen Lingxiao junior brother!

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The smoke and dust were billowing out, the three horses were galloping, and the passengers were all with long swords on their backs, and the robes were flying in hunting. The yellow-robed Qingjun Taoist who took the lead was the head of the Qingcheng faction, Zhenguan Daoist, who was over fifty years old, with a gray beard under his jaw and chest down. The swarthy and sturdy Taoist man who followed him was called Kou Lingkong, about twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the other was Shen Lingxiao, who was even younger, slightly taller, handsome and heroic.

Zhenguan turned around and said: "There are still a few miles, and we will arrive at the county seat of Junzhou." Today is the fifth day of the fourth month, and tomorrow is the birthday of the head of Ebony. Fortunately, the weather is good in the past few days, otherwise it may not be able to catch up!" Ling Kong smiled: "You are really giving face! Master, is Junzhou City beautiful?" Zhenguan said: "It will be there in a while, won't it be clear then?"

It didn't take long to arrive in Dejun State. The characters of the rivers and lakes have long gathered, inns, wine shops, teahouses, and theaters are all violent sheds, and there are still many people, either at the mouth of the shady alley or under the big tree, to set up a shed on the spot to rest. Master Zhenguan led the horse, walked through the crowded streets one after another, turned one after another noisy houses, and finally found a dilapidated inn with only six rooms at the end of a dirty alley, and fortunately there was still one room left.

The three of them worked hard all the way, they were already sleepy, and they slept in their clothes for more than an hour, and they woke up one after another. Ling Kong asked the shopkeeper the time, and when he handed over the unitary, he proposed to go out for a walk. The three of them walked through the streets and alleys, heading towards the bustling streets. As soon as he walked to a stall selling wonton noodles, suddenly a yellow shadow flashed and rushed towards Zhenguanjing. Zhenguan waved his palm, and with a "bang", he slapped the person who came. Ling Xiao and Ling Kong were taken aback, turned their heads to look, and saw that the sneak attacker was a slightly chubby black-bearded Daoist, about fifty years old. The two of them were about to draw their swords, but they saw the master and the man look at each other, and laughed at the same time.

Zhenguan smiled and beckoned: "Come and meet the head of the Kongtong faction Broken Hongzi!" Ling Xiao and Ling Kong hurriedly stepped forward to bow and salute, Broken Hongzi took the hands of the two and looked at them with a smile: "The two are the tall feet of Brother Zhenguan! Refreshed, it's really extraordinary!"

Zhenguan smiled and said: "Brother Dao has praised it! This is the inferior Kou Lingkong and Shen Lingxiao. By the way, when will Brother Dao arrive?"

Broken Hongzi said: "I arrived two days ago. Thinking that I could get together with all the Daoist brothers, the younger brother couldn't wait, and set off ten days ago! In the past two days, I have been looking forward to the Daoist brothers, and now I am finally looking forward to it! Go, go to my place for a drink!" Zhenguan smiled and said, "Okay! Let's go!"

Not long after, the four of them arrived at the Ruyi Inn where Broken Hongzi lived. Broken Hongzi instructed the shopkeeper to arrange a table of banquets, let the three of them sit and drink tea temporarily, and then "kick and tap" upstairs. After a while, he led a middle-aged Taoist with thick bones and a tall girl in a light green shirt and phoenix tail skirt to come down, let the two see Zhenguan, and introduced: "This is the inferior Zhong Zhiling and Sang Qinghong. He turned around and instructed Xiao Er: "Go, bring a jar of good wine!

During the chat, the food and wine were all served. The dishes are very rich, there are more than ten dishes such as steamed Wuchang fish, steamed pearl balls, three fresh crispy pork, braised duck and so on. Xiao Er slapped open the mud seal, and immediately the wine was fragrant, picked up the wine jar, and poured wine for everyone one by one.

Duan Hongzi raised his glass and said: "This first glass of wine, first salute Brother Dao, come, do it!" Then the disciples of the two factions toasted to each other's heads respectively, and toasted each other again. Sang Qinghong drank a few glasses, her apricot face flushed, and said apologetically: "The head of Zhenguan, the two Taoist brothers, the little woman is shallow, I can't drink together!" Zhenguan smiled and said: "Miss Sang doesn't have to be polite!"

Sang Qinghong took a bite of the dish, and when she saw Shen Lingxiao on the other side secretly looking at her, she was embarrassed and lowered her head.

The two heads toasted each other a few glasses and chatted together. Zhenguan said: "Brother Dao, do you know if they have arrived now that the head of the jade sect and the head of the three lives have arrived?" Not only have they arrived, but the head of Quanzhen Jinzang, the head of Diancang Yulin, the head of Hengshan Qingxia, and the head of Longhu Mountain Zhang have also arrived. At noon, I also had a good drink with the head of Yu, the head of Sansheng, and the head of Jinzang!" Zhenguan said excitedly: "I haven't seen each other for three or four years, so I have to have a few drinks with them this time!"

Duan Hongzi said: "The disciples of all Daoist brothers are very good! The younger brother's cultivation is shallow, and the disciples under him are also mediocre. What a shame!" Zhenguan smiled: "Brother Dao said that he was laughing!

Duan Hongzi said: "Today, the junior brother met the three young talents in our 'Four Shows of the Daomen', Kunlun Dongfang Zhen, Huashan Sima Xuan, and Quanzhen Lu Yunshan, all of them are really extraordinary! Especially the Dongfang Zhen who defeated Ji Qiuye, the head of the Blood Sword Sect, at the age of twenty, is even more heroic. I heard that he has also practiced the Kunlun Deadly Flying Ring stunt in recent years, and his martial arts are no longer under the head of Yu!"

Zhenguan said: "Although Buddhism has the 'Three Masters of Buddhism', we also have the 'Four Shows of Taoism', which is also the glory of our Taoism! I heard that Dongfang Zhen is recognized as the head of the 'Four Shows of Daomen', of course, it is extraordinary! I really envy those Daoist brothers for being able to receive such good disciples!"

Broken Hongzi sighed and said: "Yes! The junior brother especially admires the head of Nayu, twenty years ago, his two high-ranking disciples, Ma Ning and Zhai Xiaotong, who defeated 87 members of the five major gangs of the Yellow River, have already made a name for themselves;

Zhenguan comforted: "As the saying goes: 'Each has its own cause and don't envy people'! Don't think so much, let's drink!" The disciples of the two sects listened to the head of the sect Sheng agree, and they were all ashamed and silent.

As it gets late, a jar of wine will be drunk. Duan Hongzi raised his glass and said: "You just arrived this afternoon, you must be very tired, and you will no longer drink today! It's a pity that there are no rooms here, otherwise I will keep you here." In this way, after celebrating his birthday tomorrow, we will make an appointment with Qi Yu and Sansheng to have a good drink!"

Zhenguan said: "Okay. Then we took our leave. ”

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Junzhou City is not big, because it is close to Wudang Mountain, there are often martial arts characters to come, so there are still a lot of inns. The Four Seasons Inn has more than 30 guest rooms, and it is one of the two largest inns in the county. This time, in addition to bringing his own disciple Dongfang Zhen, he also brought two disciples, He Xiaochuan and Qin Lang, and stayed in two guest rooms.

The night darkened, and the inn gradually became quiet. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "ding dong" and "ding dong" hitting the ground outside the inn approaching, and then, a sturdy old monk wearing a big red robe and holding a Zen staff appeared at the door, followed by four gray-clothed monks. Xiao Er hurriedly greeted him and asked politely: "Are the masters staying in the hotel?" I'm sorry, the shop is full, please find another place." A chubby young monk stepped forward and said, "We have searched for several inns, but there are no empty rooms. Can the little benefactor make it convenient for us to make a random place for us to rest for the night? ”

Xiao Er hesitated and looked at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said: "He San, vacate the items in the storage room, spread the wooden planks, and give these masters a rest." All the monks were overjoyed and thanked them in unison.

He San was about to take the monks to the storage room, when he suddenly saw a white-bearded thin Taoist hurriedly downstairs, walked over with a smile, and shouted, "Master of Empty Purity!"

The old monk turned his head to look at it, and said happily: "Amitabha! It turned out to be the head of the jade sect! Fortunately, the head of the jade sect asked: "Dare to ask the master, is the abbot here?"

Kongjing said: "A month ago, due to the summons of the current emperor, the abbot of Kongwu went to the capital, and he has not returned to the temple yet. A few days ago, I sent a letter saying that I couldn't come to congratulate my birthday in person. After receiving the letter, the poor monk hurriedly led these disciples who knew the room and hurried over, and fortunately he was able to catch up. ”

The head of the jade said: "The master has worked hard! The poor road has reached the day, and he occupies two rooms here. Please live in one room with the masters, and one with my disciples. ”

Empty and pure wanted to resign, but the head of the jade took his hand and said, "Master, don't shirk! Otherwise, you will look down on the poor Dao." After speaking, he instructed Xiao Er to prepare a table of vegetarian food. After finishing the meal, Kongjing and his entourage thanked the master and apprentice of the head of the jade sect, and went to the guest room where He Xiaochuan and Qin Lang originally lived to rest.

Dongfang Zhen has always been clean, and instructed Xiao Er to boil a pot of hot water and use a wooden barrel to carry water to take a bath. The bath room is located in the northeast corner of the inn's backyard, and there are two wooden lattices in the middle. Dongfang Zhen entered the room on the left, closed the wooden door, and slowly scrubbed the dirt off his body. After a while, the sound of heavy footsteps approached, and Dongfang Zhen heard that it was two people carrying water.

Before the two got closer, one said, "Senior Brother Jingling, someone is washing, there is only one room left, let's wash it together!" Then there was the sound of undressing and water next door. After washing for a while, a monk said: "After a day's journey, covered in stinky sweat, it is really comfortable to wash! After taking a bath, he will sleep beautifully tonight!" Another monk said: "Speaking of which, I really have to thank the head of the jade family, otherwise we would have to crowd in the storage room! The head of the jade is really polite, not only vacating the guest room for us to live, but also inviting us to eat fast!"

The monk who spoke earlier said, "Senior Brother Jingqing, you don't know something. In fact, this does not mean that the others in charge of the jade sect are good, but because our Shaolin faction is famous, and we have always been the supreme martial arts leader. I don't know how many sects there are, and we can't find a chance to talk to us on weekdays. With this kind of opportunity, of course his Kunlun faction will not let it go! Seeing that he has an apprentice, he is not very happy, but how can he understand his master's intentions!"

Jing Qing said in a low voice: "Senior brother, whisper! If this kind of words are heard and spread to the rivers and lakes, they will say that we Shaolin are arrogant, and if the Discipline Academy knows about it, it will also punish us!"

Jing Ling sneered: "What are you afraid of! Not to mention that it is a small Kunlun faction, but what if you count down the Wudang faction? I think that Zhang Sanfeng, the founding patriarch of the Wudang faction, is just an outcast of my Shaolin faction! I secretly learned martial arts in our Shaolin, but it is said that it is a self-created martial art, and he shows off his might in the martial arts, and wants to be on an equal footing with us Shaolin! Their Taoist sect is like this, on the surface they are sanctimonious, but in fact they are very hypocritical! How can they be like our Buddhist disciples, who are above board. ”

Dongfang Zhen became more and more angry the more he listened, hurriedly put on his robe, and kicked down the wooden partition with a "snap", and the two sleek monks took two steps back in shock.

"Which one is the Silent Spirit!" Dongfang shook his waist and shouted angrily, his face covered with frost, and he stood like a javelin, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

“...... I...... It's ......" A round-faced monk half-squatted in the corner of the wall, covering his lower body with his hands, and snorted in horror.

Dongfang Zhen stepped forward, kicked him to the ground, and scolded: "What a 'fair and upright'! A man who is not ashamed of his words! Vain your Buddhist disciples, but repay grievances with virtue and tell right and wrong!"

Jing Ling hit the back of his head on the ground, and his limbs were torn. He touched the back of his head, and when he saw that his hands were full of blood, he was shocked and angry, and he jumped up, and his claws grabbed the top of Dongfang Zhen's head violently.

"Dare to fight back!" Dongfang shouted angrily, grabbed Jingling's wrists with his hands, and kicked his right foot in the stomach with a "bang". With a shake of his arms, in the sound of "click", the door panel cracked, and Jing Ling**'s naked body fell heavily into the courtyard.

Jing Qing hurriedly wrapped her clothes around her lower body and ran over to check on Jing Ling's injuries. The sound had already alarmed all the tenants, most of these people were from the martial arts, and most of them were good deeds, and they ran to visit noisily. Immediately, the backyard was crowded with people.

The two Shaolin disciples rushed to the ground, and saw Jing Ling lying naked on the ground, bloodstained on the ground, and they were all viciously pounced on Dongfang Zhen. Dongfang Zhen slashed down the monk in front of him with a palm, and scolded: "Bald donkey, are you afraid of Lao Tzu together!" Before the words fell, he suddenly felt that his wrists were tight, and he was already caught by the empty net that was hurrying over.

The martial arts characters who were watching saw Dongfang scolding the old monk "bald donkey" who caught him, and his situation was funny, and many people couldn't help laughing. Kong Jing saw that Dongfang Zhen was ruthless, and the Shaolin faction made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and his heart suddenly felt angry. Suddenly, he felt that the other party's arms were struggling, and he could barely grasp it, so he was busy pressing down with his arms. Dongfang Zhen felt an irresistible force pressed down like Mount Tai, his knees weakened, and his body couldn't help but kneel on the ground. The two monks saw that Kongjing made a move to restrain the opponent, and Qi stopped.

"Master Kongjing's subordinates have mercy!" the Jade Daoist shouted in panic as he ran over with two disciples. Kongjing hurriedly let go, helped Dongfang Zhen up, and said: "Amitabha! Sin! Sin! Poor monks are offended!"