Chapter 235: Batuer

The situation was urgent, Song Yuanqiao couldn't sit still anymore, and the senior brother immediately sent a message asking Zhang Songxi and Zhang Cuishan to return quickly, but Zhang Songxi may still have the possibility of coming back, but Zhang Cuishan is far away in the Western Regions, and he can't come back.

The Wudang faction has heightened their vigilance, lest the enemy attack.

I don't know what happened to the Baiyan Dao people, the Wudang faction was calm, without a trace of waves, the more this was the case, the more nervous the Wudang faction became, and they didn't know what danger was contained in this peace.

There was no problem with the Wudang faction, but there was a problem with Lin Chen.

Every day in the middle of the night, Lin Chen's cold poison attacked, Lin Chen's whole body was like a piece of cold ice, even if Mo Shenggu used enough Jiuyang True Qi, it was only slightly suppressed, and even stronger than one time.

As soon as midnight passed, Lin Chen was relieved and fainted, Lin Chen's mouth, a mouth full of sawdust, was when Lin Chen's cold poison attacked, Mo Shenggu was afraid that Lin Chen would bite off his tongue and stuff it into Lin Chen's mouth, but he didn't want Lin Chen to bite a piece of solid wood into pieces. It can be seen how far the pain on Lin Chen's body has reached.

Mo Shenggu wiped his sweat, sighed, and said, "It's finally over." ”

Yin Liting said, "Shenggu, how is Lin Chen?"

Lin Chen's cold was so intense that Yin Liting couldn't intervene at all, and only Mo Shenggu could fight one or two. If Yin Li Pavilion went up, he would definitely be poured into his body by cold poison, not only would he not be able to save Lin Chen, but he would even put Yin Li Pavilion himself in.

Mo Shenggu's face was extremely ugly, and he shook his head and said, "It was I who took a peek at the Xuanming Divine Palm. ”

It is true that Mo Shenggu is facing more of the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Second Elder Xuanming, but the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Second Elder Xuanming and the Xuanying Divine Palm of the Hundred Damaged Daoists are not the same thing at all, and the gap in it is not too much to describe it as a world of difference.

Mo Shenggu's idea of dealing with the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Second Elder of Xuan Ming to deal with the Xuan Ming Divine Palm of the Hundred Damaged Dao people did not work at all. Mo Shenggu just forced out the cold poison on the surface, but he didn't know that the cold immediately lingered into the bones and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. This cold poison changes with the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and changes itself. During the day, the yang grows and the yin disappears. The cold poison is dormant, and at night, the yin grows and the yang disappears. The cold poison began to become active, and at midnight, it was the time of the day when the yin qi was the heaviest, and it was also the time when the cold poison was the most active, even if it was suppressed with Mo Shenggu's efforts, it could not be suppressed. And that's not even the worst news. The worst news is that Mo Shenggu's true qi and cold poison are tugging at Lin Chen's body, which is a great burden on Lin Chen's body, if it weren't for Lin Chen's good internal strength and good foundation, if he were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago. Even so, Lin Chen's body was deteriorating every day, and this deterioration reached an end. Something helpless will happen. What Mo Shenggu is doing now is just delaying time.

Yin Liting had actually understood Lin Chen's injuries a long time ago, and when he saw Mo Shenggu like this, he comforted him and said, "Lin Chen, this kid Ji has his own natural appearance, and there will be a way." ”

Mo Shenggu sighed and said, "Actually, what I'm most worried about is not Lin Chen, but Wudang?"

This sentence, Yin Liting understood best.

The changes in Lin Chen's body had already shown how far the cultivation realm of the Hundred Damaged Dao people had reached. It can be said that the palm technique of the Hundred Losses Dao has reached the point of secretly merging with the heavens. Mo Shenggu was not sure that he would win.

Although Lin Chen's life is important. But Mo Shenggu is not a vegetarian in terms of medical skills, and it is impossible to force poison with internal force, so there is another way, there is always a way. But the face of the palm to such a point. Hundred loss Taoists. Mo Shenggu's heart was extremely worried, and he had no chance of winning.

Mo Shenggu suddenly said a word, and said, "If you want to say that the master is here-" Mo Shenggu said half of this sentence, and felt that it was very unproductive, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence stiffly. But Yin Liting didn't know what Mo Shenggu wanted to say. If Zhang Sanfeng is here, where will there be a point where the Daoist people will be wild.

Yin Liting said: "It's night, junior brother hurry up and rest, I can't say, someone will come to the door tomorrow to nourish my spirit." The Wu-Tang Clan is all up to you. I'll take care of it here. ”

Mo Shenggu knew that as long as Lin Chen survived midnight for a while, the night would pass, and said, "Sixth brother, I'll leave it to you." ”

Mo Shenggu came out of the room, and saw that the moonlight was bright and radiant, which made people's hearts uncontrollable, and in such silence, Mo Shenggu felt more and more uneasy in his heart. Mo Shenggu asked himself, how sure are he in the face of the Hundred Losses Dao people?

For a while, Mo Shenggu had no answer.

Mo Shenggu thought about it, walked aimlessly under his feet, walked and walked, and suddenly stopped in one place, Mo Shenggu looked up, and three big characters jumped in his eyes, "Tianyi Pavilion." ”

The ghost of Mosheng Valley pushed the door in. On this night, the lights of Tianyi Pavilion were turned on overnight.

Early in the morning of the second day, a person stood in front of the Wudang Mountain Gate, looked at the Wudang Mountain Gate, snorted coldly, but did not speak.

The disciple of the Wudang faction guarding the mountain secretly clenched his long sword, and said secretly: "The master said that the opponent of the Japanese sect is going to come to the door these days, I don't know if it is this person?"

The corners of this person's mouth hooked and said: "I ran errands, just send a letter, I don't know Lin Chenlin Shaoxia, who returned to the mountain a few days ago, how is it now?"

As soon as these words came out, the disciple who guarded the mountain gasped, how could he not know about Lin Chen's matter, as soon as he heard this, he knew that the person who came was not good, but even if the enemy came to the door, the etiquette that should be said still had to be said. He hit a flower cannon into the sky with his backhand, only to see the flower cannon explode far away in the sky, and a Tai Chi pattern hovered in the sky for a long time before slowly falling, and it could be seen within dozens of miles.

After the disciple of the mountain guard did all this, he said, "Please." ”

The person who came was not afraid at all, and said, "Good craftsmanship." After sighing, he followed behind the disciples who guarded the mountain and went up to Wudang Mountain.

When the people came to Wudang Mountain, the important figures of the Wudang Sect were already in Zixiao Palace.

As soon as this person entered the door, a person exclaimed, "Is it you?" The person who called out was none other than Lin Chen, Lin Chen's face was pale at this time, as if a gust of wind could blow it down. Originally, the people in the Wudang faction persuaded Lin Chen not to come, but Lin Chen was so willing that if he had to come and see, he had to let him.

Lin Chen recognized at a glance that this person was the Tartar who was beside the white-bearded old Taoist priest that day, and the smell of sheep on his body was still so strong that Lin Chen couldn't forget it.

Mo Shenggu glanced at Lin Chen, Lin Chen didn't say the rest of the words, he knew that shouting on this occasion would lose the demeanor of the Wudang faction.

The visitor smiled and said, "Yes, it's me." Lin Shaoxia can actually be alive, it can be seen that Lingshi has put a lot of effort into you, but Lingshi is powerless against your injuries, right?"

Lin Chen snorted coldly and said, "My injury has nothing to do with you. ”

Song Yuanqiao interrupted the two of them and said, "How do you call the honored guest?"

The man said, "Me, are you going to call me Batuer?"

The word Batuer is a Mongolian word meaning warrior. The Balutu that the Qing Dynasty said in later generations is the transliteration of this word, and the Mongolians call it a lot, but judging from the frivolous tone of this, this name is a pseudonym. But Song Yuanqiao didn't care, and said, "Then what happened to Your Excellency?"

Badu'er said: "Specially to save Wudang?"

Mo Shenggu snorted coldly and did not speak. Since ancient times, the first words of the Zongheng family were probably like this, and Mo Shenggu's ears were calloused, but Song Yuanqiao still said impatiently: "Where did this come from?"

Badu'er continued: "The Wudang faction has no way to deal with Lin Shaoxia's injury, right? Do you know how Lin Shaoxia's injury came about?"

None of the people in the Wudang faction took over and listened to him sing a one-man show. Badu'er didn't care, and continued: "It's the Hundred Loss Immortal Master who wants to try the Wudang Sect's quality. ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Shenggu chuckled in his heart, and said secretly: "Sure enough, it is a hundred damage Dao people." "Although there has been a guess for a long time, but at this moment the mystery is revealed, Mo Shenggu still needs to sink in his heart, the shadow of the famous tree of the person, even though the Daoist has not been in the rivers and lakes for decades, but in the end it is a person who can compete with Zhang Sanfeng, this mountain has given the Wudang faction a heavy pressure like a mountain.

Badu'er continued: "How about the Hundred Losses Daoist want to try the martial arts of the Wudang Sect? The Hundred Losses Daoist said, if someone from the Wudang Sect can force out the cold poison, and there are people who fight with me, if not, please ask the Wudang Sect to judge themselves, don't trouble his old man's hands and feet." ”

Yin Liting snorted coldly and said, "Arrogance." ”

Badu'er said: "Crazy or not, you Wudang faction is well-thought-abiding, and now there are only two paths in front of you, that is, to wait for the Hundred Loss Immortal Master to go up to Wudang Mountain and uproot you." But God has the virtue of a good life, as long as you can surrender to the imperial court, and plead for you in front of the immortal master, you can naturally save the next life of your Wudang faction-"

Badu'er hadn't finished speaking, he felt a heat on his face, stretched out his hand to wipe it, but wiped a hand of blood, but he didn't know when Yin Liting sent out a sword qi, cutting a hole on Badu'er's face, this sword qi is just a warning, otherwise as long as this sword qi is slightly off, it can take Badu'er's life.

Badu'er is worthy of the name of a warrior, and he has blood on his hand, but his face does not change: "Otherwise, the Wudang faction will not leave the chickens and dogs, you have to think about it." ”

Badu'er only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and a long sword had been pressed on Badu'er's neck, it was Yin Liting, Yin Liting said: "The Wudang faction is dead, and they will never bend their knees to the Tartars, you give me a roll." ”

Although Yin Liting wanted to kill him with a sword, but the two countries were at war, and they didn't kill him, killing this person hurt the name of Wudang, so he stopped. (To be continued.) )

PS: Ask for everything you can ask for, and the heroes will do it