In the Jingle Palace, the Wudang "Four Clouds" sat opposite each other, with a grim expression. Especially the Yunxin Dao people who had just been rescued from fainting, their faces were still pale at the moment.

"Senior Brother Yun Xin, tell me what's going on?" Yun Xiang said.

Yun Xin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen an opponent, so I was pointed at the middle of the acupoint." ”

The remaining three frowned, and they all knew that Yun Xin had the highest martial arts among the four of them, and he was also the person whose skills were closest to the "three greens". But he didn't even see who the enemy was, so he was knocked down, which shows that the martial arts of the comer are unfathomable.

Yunqing Daoist hesitated and said, "Senior brother, I'm afraid that even the real person in charge of the sect can't do this." ”

Yun Xin nodded with a calm face, he was quite conceited about his martial arts, and this time he was hit by this, his heart was like a stormy wave, and he was shocked.

Yun Xiu said: "Looking at the masters of the five major sects in the Central Plains, I really can't think of anyone who can have this skill. It's ......"

"Siyun" suddenly thought of one person, but immediately they all shook their heads and denied it, that person who has ignored the world for decades, how could he inexplicably get along with a junior.

"Senior Brother Yunxiang, how did the real person in charge of the sect explain to you at that time, and where did you learn the whereabouts of this Tiangang Xuanying Record?" Yun Qing asked with a different face.

Yun Xiang's face was cloudy, and his voice was a little unpolite: "What, Senior Brother Yun Qing thinks that I am pretending to teach the true person the law?"

"Yun Qing doesn't dare, but since the Tiangang Xuanying Record was stolen more than ten years ago, its whereabouts have long been unknown, how could it suddenly be obtained by Hehuan Valley?" Yun Qing, as a deacon of the Jade Void Palace, is the eldest disciple of Qinglian Zhenren, and his status is equal to that of Yun Xiang in the Wudang Sect.

Since it is rumored that the next position of Wudang Sect has been taken over by Yun Xiang, Yun Qing, as the second person in the "Four Clouds", is faintly unconvinced, so he will stab this senior brother Yunxiang in front from time to time.

Yun Xiang retorted coldly: "Senior brother, how important the "Tiangang Xuanying Record" is, there is a little clue, and we will also track it down." This source is accurate, and there is no need to question it. After that, he stroked the [True Martial Sword] in his arms, this sword was a token of the Wudang Sect, and it was handed over to him for safekeeping before the retreat of Qingyang Zhenren, and it also implied that he was temporarily in charge of the Wudang Sect's portal.

Yun Qing saw that he deliberately used the [True Martial Sword] to suppress people, and snorted coldly: "Senior brother's words, Yun Qing dare not doubt it, but at this time, my master and Uncle Qingfeng were both invited by the beggar gang leader to go north to Yanmen Pass, and there were only four people in Wudang Mountain. Now that the king is in the dark, the senior brother is saying that there is any way to find him?"

Yun Xiu saw that the two senior brothers were tense and the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger, so he had no choice but to interject: "Two senior brothers, regardless of whether the Wang Ming disciple knows the whereabouts of the Tiangang Xuanming Record, the big case he committed in Suzhou the day before yesterday has already caused public anger, should we investigate this matter first?"

Yun Xiang and Yunqing were both silent, didn't they know that the people in the rivers and lakes were most concerned about He Ziyan's whereabouts now, but the two of them were not here, and they deliberately didn't want to mention it.

At this time, I heard Yun Xin say quietly: "If I hadn't remembered it, He Ziyan would still be on the mountain now." ”

The rest of the 'three clouds' all changed their complexions, yes, the king's disciples fled, but He Ziyan was still on the mountain. As soon as the three of them remembered that if this Emei fairy had something wrong on Wudang Mountain, it would really be ......

........................

The king ordered the disciples to be free, though this freedom came somewhat inexplicably.

Fang was in the Taoist temple, suddenly broke into a sloppy old Taoist, spat at the mouth, spit out the master of Wudang Yunxin Daoren, unceremoniously picked up the big chicken leg and wine pot in the bamboo basket, and ate and drank in front of the king's disciples.

Then, this old Taoist kicked and broke the iron chain made of the cold iron of the Western Regions, and kicked him out of the Taoist temple with another kick......

The king's disciples hid in the shadows of the towering palaces of Wudang Mountain, quietly looking at the chaotic Wudang Mountain, where countless Taoist priests were running back and forth with open fire, probably besieging Mo Yangui and Ba Jinlun in the front hall.

But his attention was attracted by an inconspicuous small courtyard not far away.

There were two middle-aged Taoist priests guarding the gate of the small courtyard, and they were shouting loudly outside, but the two of them did not move, obviously guarding something important.

Like a phantom, Wang Ming sneaked into the courtyard and jumped through the window into the hut in the courtyard.

There was a woman reclining on the bamboo bed, wearing a small dress, her long hair was scattered, her waist was slender, her hand was still more than enough, and her buttocks were slightly upturned, just like a bright moon.

"What...... Who?"

When the woman looked back, she raised a beautiful face, which was three points clearer than Mo Yangui, and her delicate and small facial features were pitiful and pitiful.

"Is that you?" said Wang Mingtu in a low voice, the girl in front of him was He Ziyan who was taken away by him.

"You...... Are you that...... That Wang ......" He Ziyan pointed at the Wang Ming disciple with surprise on his face.

Wang Mingtu frowned and said, "Speak well!"

"I ...... I'm not ...... Deliberately," He Ziyan said, lowering his head, "Heavenly ...... Born ......"

The king ordered the disciples to be stunned, and Emei sent two sisters and sisters, one gossiping and the other stammering. Master Lichen taught his disciples too much, and it was really a must.

Unexpectedly, He Ziyan raised his head again, and said to Wang Mingtu with a firm gaze, "Take ...... Take me away!"

The king said curiously: "Do you dare to go with me? Do you know who I am?"

He Ziyan nodded vigorously: "I...... I know how to ...... What happened...... What, with you...... You don't care, you ...... You're a good person. ”

Wang Ming's disciples were also happy at once, he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil, but no one had ever called him a "good man".

If others say so, I am afraid that the king will immediately cut off his head with a knife, but the ignorant girl in front of him is obviously still a blank piece of paper.

"One...... I've ...... all the way All awake, you ...... You didn't ...... either Didn't do anything to me......" A red cloud appeared on He Ziyan's face.

"How do you know I'm not going to do anything to you?" Wang Ming smiled evilly, the tip of the knife was already pointed at the placket of He Ziyan's chest, as long as he swiped lightly, it was spring.

He Ziyan was not afraid at all: "You...... You scare me, I don't ...... I'm not afraid of you, I know...... Know you...... You're a good person. ”

Wang Mingtu was speechless for a while, and this girl seemed to recognize his status as a good person.

I saw He Ziyan blushing and said, "I...... I'm under the ...... for the first time Go down the mountain to Suzhou...... The state drank it secretly...... After a little drinking, I went back to ...... When I got back to the inn, I ...... I went to the wrong room, who ...... Who knew there was a ...... in the room There is a ** man, and he will be beaten ...... Knocked me out, wait...... When you wake up, you will see...... I saw you guys. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"That's it...... It's as simple as that......"

"You don't see what he looks like?"

"Where are the people...... Where is it good...... Sorry to look at ......"

The king turned and walked towards the window, and said, "You go, go back to Emei." ”

"You...... Where are you going...... Where?" He Ziyan hurriedly sat up from the bamboo bed.

"Front mountain, save people. ”

Wang Mingtu was about to jump out of the window, when he suddenly heard two slight muffled grunts from the front yard, and he was vigilant. But before he could react, a masked old man in black had gently pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The king didn't know where the old man came from, but with his skills, he could barely feel the old man's existence, as if it was just a shadow in the candlelight.

Wang Ming's eyes narrowed, this old man obviously did not have any murderous aura on his body, but it made him fall into extreme danger.

"Let's go!" Wang Mingtu picked up He Ziyan, who was confused, and threw it out of the window.

The old man in black didn't say a word, only stared at Wang Mingtu silently, as if confirming his identity.

Wang Mingtu gritted his teeth, and the wind knife in his hand cut two afterimages, attacking the old man like a storm, and under the huge pressure of the old man in black, Wang Mingtu used all his strength almost without thinking.

The old man in black didn't move in the light of the knife, but these dozens of knives all missed.

Suddenly, the old man in black moved, and he simply turned his palm into a knife and cut straight to the door of the king's disciples.

Wang Mingtu didn't dare to be careless, abandoned the knife in his right hand, took a deep breath, and the true qi of the Hehuan Jue in his body was running rapidly, and he also met it with a punch.

Bang, the punch of the king disciple sank into the sea like a stone, and the palm of the old man in black seemed to be nothing, and the punch of the king disciple was dissolved without a trace.

The king's eyes were full of flowers, and the old man in black had already reached his back, and he only felt that his vest was numb, and he was already paralyzed on the ground. He opened his mouth silently, but he couldn't make a sound, only a faint scent of sandalwood gradually dissipated in the air.

"Damn, it's Shaolin's [Sandalwood Knife], how can there be a bald donkey on this Wudang Mountain......" This was the last thought of Wang Mingtu before fainting.