Zhao Yu left home this time, and his mood was very different from the last time, and with his father's permission, he had no worries in his heart. The horse galloped, and the hesitation in his heart was swept away.

In a battle with King Yin Ye, Zhao Yu realized that his current martial arts cultivation was nothing. There are too many people in the world who are stronger than themselves, not to mention the others, just those martial arts masters enshrined in the Ruyang Palace, they are far from being able to match. Especially by reading Zhang Sanfeng's notes, he felt that his qi cultivation methods were still flawed and unsatisfactory, and he hoped that he could gain something from leaving home this time and make up for the defects of the exercises.

Leaving Wuxing, Zhao Yu went directly to the mouth of the Yangtze River near Jiqing. He remembered Chang Yuchun and Zhang Wuji, who went to Butterfly Valley for medical treatment, so he wanted to take a look, and then thought that they had been separated for several months, maybe the two of them had recovered and left, even if he rushed over, he could only see the strange-tempered Butterfly Valley Doctor Immortal. If you think about it like this, the Butterfly Valley Doctor Immortal may not be a person who is easy to deal with.

Zhao Yu went along Jiangxi, he learned from Zhang Sanfeng about the Condor Hero Yang Guo, this time to find the cause of a baby, but also want to see the demeanor of the hero's descendants.

When he arrived in Hubei, Zhao Yu thought of the little girl Zhou Zhiruo, whose parents died, and wondered what was going on with her in Wudang Mountain right now? Although Zhao Yu promised Zhou Chuanfu to take care of Zhou Zhiruo, it was inconvenient for him to walk the rivers and lakes with a little girl, and besides, Zhou Zhiruo was dedicated to learning martial arts, and staying in Wudang Mountain was like a fish in water. If she rashly went up the mountain to pick her up, she would have failed her promise to Zhou Chuanfu, and when the little girl saw Zhao Yu, she would inevitably remember the past and be sad.

Zhao Yu turned north into Henan, and when he arrived at the county seat near Bianliang, he saw a rather interesting thing.

Originally, under the rammed wall of the dwelling diagonally opposite the inn, there was a vague lotus flower pattern drawn in charcoal. This pattern is hidden, many people can't see it, and occasionally see it as a child's graffiti. But Zhao Yu knew that this pattern was the code for the contact of people in Mingjiao, and he walked with Chang Yuchun all the way, and he had seen Chang Yuchun leave that code several times.

However, Zhao Yu is not a person in the Ming Sect after all, and he doesn't know the meaning of those code words, but he just happened to see this pattern, which aroused some interest.

Speaking of which, people in the rivers and lakes talk about Mingjiao and change color, but Zhao Yu has a grudge against him. He was kind to Chang Yuchun, and he had seen Monk Peng and Bai Guishou take care of each other's lives, but he was seriously injured by King Yin Ye. He didn't like or dislike Mingjiao, but was quite interested in its clear opposition to the Yuan court, and when he saw this code, he was a little curious.

Later, Zhao Yu walked through the small city and found several similar marks, and deduced some information from several marks, guessing that these marks should be left by the people of the Ming Sect to gather their companions.

There were no waves along the way, Zhao Yujing was very moved, and he wanted to take a look. He wanted to see how perverse and wanton the people in the Mingjiao were so contemptuous.

Following the direction pointed by the mark, Zhao Yu groped all the way and soon left the county seat. When the sun set on the west mountain, I saw a dilapidated temple on the hillside from a distance, and there were faint crowds of people in it, so I guessed that the people in the Ming Sect seemed to be gathering here, Zhao Yu jumped into the barren grass beside the road, and cautiously sneaked over.

There was still about half a mile away from the broken temple, Zhao Yu heard a few wheezing sounds in his ears, and when he looked around, he saw several men in white robes hiding behind the rocks as if watching the wind. It's just that these people have a rough breath, and they don't seem to have advanced martial arts, and they don't even notice that Zhao Yu sneaked by.

Zhao Yu learned from Chang Yuchun that the Ming Sect members were all wearing white robes, and a cluster of red flames were embroidered on the placket of their clothes. By this time, the sun had set behind the mountains, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Bypassing those secret whistles, Zhao Yu jumped into the temple lightly and skillfully, turned over on the low eaves, and was covered by thatch, if he didn't deliberately walk and look up, he wouldn't have found his figure.

A bonfire had been lit in the main hall of the ruined temple, and about twenty or thirty men were sitting around the fire, two of them were lying on the grass, moaning incessantly, and there was blood looming under the white robe, as if they had been seriously injured.

Zhao Yu poked his head out and glanced at it, and he had a full view of the situation in the hall. He saw that although there were many of these men, none of them looked like people who were skilled in martial arts, and there were two or three sturdy men who seemed to be quite brave, but they were more like men who carried luck on the dock than like people in the rivers and lakes.

Just when he was puzzled, he heard the sound of footsteps again, Zhao Yu held his breath, and saw three Mingjiao disciples in general clothes walking past and entering the main hall of the broken temple.

As the night deepened, people came to break the temple one after another, and the originally spacious hall was overcrowded. When the newcomers saw the two wounded people by the campfire, they rushed forward to inquire about them.

Zhao Yu heard everyone's greetings under the eaves, and only then did he know what had happened.

It turned out that one of the two injured went to Liaodong to earn a box of big beads, and brought it back to Bianliang to sell, but was robbed by a local gang, Golden Gun Gate. This man was not angry in his heart, so he sought out two brothers in the sect to theorize, and the golden gun gate was angry and killed one of them, although the two men had recovered a life, they were also seriously injured.

There is a doctrine of Mingjiao, all those who join the religion are brothers and sisters, and one party must come to the aid of all parties when there is a difficulty, and these Mingjiao disciples are all rushing to this broken temple for this matter.

The Golden Gun Gate is a great snake in Bianliang, and Zhao Yu heard about it when he passed by Bianliang last year. Although this gang is not as powerful as the Haisha Gang in Suzhou City, there are hundreds of strong men in the faction and more than ten skilled martial artists, and it is a well-known brand near Bianliang City.

After understanding what happened, although Zhao Yu felt the righteousness of these Ming disciples, he was not optimistic about the results of their revenge. He could see clearly under the eaves that although these Ming Sect disciples had gathered sixty or seventy people, they were all ordinary men, and they basically had no martial arts skills. If you go like this, you can only bring humiliation on yourself, and you can't fight the golden gun gate of strong people and horses.

The people in the temple have already begun to deliberate and make their own suggestions.

Listening to those chaotic voices, Zhao Yu couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly. It turned out that although this group of Ming Christians did not know martial arts, their identities were varied, including farmers, vegetable sellers, coolies, warehouse guys, etc., and even two officials of the government. At this time, Zhao Yu knew that Mingjiao had penetrated so deeply in the world, and the identities of these people were not very surprising, but they included many industries.

Everyone was discussing, and suddenly a burly man came out of the crowd, clapped his hands to stop everyone's discussion, and then said: "That Golden Gun Gate is powerful, and even has some involvement with the Emei faction, this matter must be carefully planned, and my brother's life cannot be lost in vain." But don't worry, a few days ago, I got a message that a big man in my sect knew about the Golden Gun Gate insulting my brother and was rushing over to fight for justice for my brothers......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the cheers of a group of sect members.

Zhao Yu under the eaves heard this, and his mind turned again, on the one hand, he wondered how the bullying and weak local forces like the Golden Gun Gate could be involved with the famous and powerful faction Emei in Xichuan, and on the other hand, he was also curious about which big man the big man in the mouth would be?

While thinking about it, Zhao Yu suddenly heard a faint scream in the night, and before he could react, he saw a fiery red firework blooming in mid-air!

"It's a hit, the brother who looks at the wind under the mountain sends a warning signal!"

When the Ming Sect members in the ruined temple saw the fireworks, their faces suddenly changed drastically, and they exclaimed in panic. The burly man shouted again: "Don't panic, everyone!

Everyone did as they were told, took off their white robes and gathered them away, revealing their original clothes. Under the eaves, Zhao Yu fell quietly and blended into the crowd when he was in chaos. He saw that most of these Ming Sect members were in rags, and the coarse cloth could only cover their bodies, and he thought that this group of poor men were not afraid of danger and came together to seek justice just because of their identity as Ming Sect members, and he was very admiring in his heart.

After a while, the two people who had gone out to watch quickly rushed back and said in surprise: "There are many people under the mountain, a string ......of torches!

Everyone rushed to the top of the wall and looked out, only to see the torches rushing towards the hillside like deadly ghost fire in the dark night, and in the chaos, it was impossible to see how many people rushed up, but they heard the shouts from below: "It's really the demon cult demon who is haunting here!" The brothers surrounded the front and back of the way, completely annihilated this group of demons, and the rivers and lakes became famous today!"

With this shout, the torches dispersed down the hillside, blocking all the way down the hill and advancing towards the temple. Under the firelight, you can see strong men dancing with blades in their hands, and their faces are all excited and fierce!

"Oops, it's the Golden Gun Gate!"

The Ming Christians who were surrounded were extremely panicked and in chaos. They are all ordinary people who don't know martial arts, and they all gathered because of righteous indignation, so they have to plan privately, if they fight head-on, where will they be the opponents of this group of villains in the Golden Gun Gate!

Zhao Yu's mind was in turmoil, he was only curious for a moment, and he didn't expect to fall into this dangerous situation. He can't get out now, and the group of people below are in a posture of catching them all, how can he be allowed to leave calmly.

At this time, the golden spear gate rushed to the front two only a few zhang away from the temple gate, and the spear was wielded, which was terrifying.

Before he had time to think, Zhao Yu turned around and rushed into the main hall, picked up a few burning wooden branches from the fire, and smashed them at the two murderers who were close by. The two men rushed to the ground, and were caught off guard by the fire, and their clothes burned as they burst out, and they rolled down the hill with a wail.

When the Mingjiao people in the chaos saw this scene, they all woke up, each stirred up a fire, lit the thatched and wooden pillars and threw them out of the wall. In a matter of moments, a fire broke out outside the ruined temple.

The people who rushed to the Golden Gun Gate were blocked by the flames and shouted insults. At this moment, the wind blew down from the mountain, and the fire spread downward, and they had to scold and retreat, helpless for the time being.

The Ming disciples were sweating profusely from the fireworks, but their expressions were extremely solemn. The fire temporarily blocked the people of the Golden Gun Gate, but it also trapped them in the temple and could not escape, and without a good idea, they could not be spared in the end.

The burly man shouted to organize the crowd, he saw Zhao Yu's face, and said, "Young man, when did you join the teaching?

"At this time, I have to ask some useless things!" Zhao Yu replied angrily, pointing to a bunch of Ming Sect disciples and said: "A few of you, throw the flammable materials out of the wall, the other few fan down, and the rest are ready to rush down!"

The burly man was not angry when he was reprimanded, and after hearing Zhao Yu's orderly arrangement, he shouted to everyone: "Listen to this little brother!"

The crowd divided into arrays and did as they were told, and the fire rose again. Zhao Yu jumped up to the wall, his eyes gathered, and he wanted to find a weak point to surround and rush out.

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