Noon.

The sun is shining.

The bright sunlight shone on the earth, like a mother's hand gently patting her child.

There was not a trace of wind, and all the wind seemed to be unbearable to see the man with his face covered in blood.

There was an old man at the foot of Wudang Mountain, his hair was scattered, and the Taoist robe on his body didn't know how many openings had been cut by sharp thorns, and he didn't know how many wounds on his body were dripping blood, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

The shoes on his feet didn't know when, where, or what was torn off, and he didn't know when he lost the red dragon sword in his hand, these didn't seem to matter to him anymore, the only thing he cared about was the folding fan in his hand.

The fan seemed to be his life, and the old man held it tightly in his hand.

If someone were to snatch the fan from his hand now, the old man would die without your hands.

Judging by his outfit, he should be a Taoist, and looking at the direction he climbed, he should be going to Wudang Mountain.

The terrain of Wudang Mountain is dangerous, the mountains are high and dense, and it may take two or three days for a normal person to climb to the top of Wudang Mountain, but when the Taoist with a bloody face saw the foot of Wudang Mountain, he showed a smile on his face.

It was his first happy smile in three days, and it was perhaps the last smile of his life.

Seeing the foot of Wudang Mountain is like seeing all the disciples on Wudang Mountain, and seeing the foot of Wudang Mountain, he hopes to tell the earth-shattering secret of what he knows. As long as he can tell this secret, he is willing to die, and he can laugh at Jiuquan.

The Taoist climbed for another three or four hours, and he was finally relieved, for he felt that among these three or four hours, it was the farthest he had climbed in three days.

The shadows of the trees shining in the sunlight are getting longer and longer, just like the night, and the night will get longer and longer. He is not afraid of the night, he is afraid that he will die in the night, he is not afraid of death, death is a relief for him. What he was most afraid of was not being able to reveal this big secret that shocked the martial arts.

This place is not far from the Hongwu Hall of Wudang Mountain, if the Taoist is not injured, as long as he shouts casually, his disciples and grandchildren will jump to the bottom of the mountain to pick him up the mountain, but today, not only can he not shout, but he can't even open his mouth.

He made a voice that even his own ears could not hear.

If anyone had a fan cut in their throat, he would not dare to speak hard, for as soon as he spoke, blood would flow from his neck.

He couldn't speak. He also wants to save this strength for the last time, and use it to reveal that big secret.

The Taoist climbed a few steps forward with all his might, looked up at the disappearing day, and scolded in his heart: "These unfortunate things, when there is nothing to do, you can always see some Wudang Daoists who have come down the mountain, but now, those little Taoist priests seem to have all disappeared out of thin air." ”

What people fear most is despair, and despair is like an endless desert that can swallow a person's life at any time.

The Taoist didn't despair, he was just disappointed.

Two lights. The lamp was held in the hands of two little Taoist priests.

The lights are faintly bright.

When the two little Taoist priests saw the Taoist priest struggling to crawl forward on the ground, they hurriedly quickened their pace, walked in front of the Taoist priest, and timidly raised the lantern to the Taoist man's face to look at it, and they were surprised and shouted out two words at the same time, "Uncle!"

One of the little Taoist priests handed the lantern in his hand to another little Taoist priest, bent down to help the Taoist up, and asked in surprise, "Uncle Honka, who beat you like this?"

Daoist Gu Song struggled to hold the folding fan in his hand, and pointed to the Hongwu Hall of Wudang Mountain with his finger, as if he was saying something, but he couldn't say a word.

The little Taoist priest who was supporting him felt that the matter was urgent, so he took out the flag flower rocket he was carrying, and bit the lid with his mouth, and a loud sound spread throughout Wudang Mountain.

The flag flower rocket is the best way for Wudang Mountain to transmit signals, as long as it is a disciple of Wudang Mountain, after hearing this signal, no matter how important he is, he must rush to the place of the incident as soon as possible.

The head of Wudang Mountain, Tiansong Dao Chief, held the Longquan Sword in his hand and rushed to the foot of Wudang Mountain with dozens of disciples as soon as possible.

Daoist Tiansong held Gu Song in his arms and asked eagerly, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Gu Song, what happened?

Honka barely opened his eyes and opened his mouth, unable to say a word for a long time.

Tiansong Daochang was confused, as if he heard him say "clear" "Chu", but what does this "Chu" word have to do with Gusong Daochang's injury?

Tenmatsu Dao Chang wished he had two more ears so that he could hear more clearly.

Daoist Tiansong asked three times in a row, "Senior brother, what are you talking about?" ”

Tenmatsu Dao Chang couldn't hear it anymore. When he finished asking those three sentences, Elder Honsong's hand was already hanging down.

Daoist Tiansong seemed to be crazy, and shouted to the sky: "God, you tell me who killed Senior Brother Honsong?"

God didn't respond. In response to him was the echo of Wudang Mountain, which seemed to be asking God who killed Elder Gusong.

Wudang Mountain's ancient Song Dao long swordsmanship is excellent, he is modest, and he rarely has a grudge against people in the rivers and lakes, even if some martial arts masters want to plot against him, I'm afraid it's easy.

The head of Tiansong slowly closed the eyes of Gu Song Dao Chang with his hand, and said bitterly: "No matter who you are, you dare to provoke our Wudang head, I, Tiansong, swear here, I must find you out, kill you to avenge Senior Brother Gu Song." ”

The first little Taoist priest who helped Gu Song Daoist looked at a fan in Gu Song's hand, and said: "Master, there is a thing in Uncle Shi's hand, he has been holding it tightly, and no one will let him touch it, do you think that thing will be left by the murderer?"

Tiansong took off the fan from Honka's hand and slowly opened it, and then the light of the lantern showed that the fan was painted with an orchid. The orchid had been stained red with blood, but the handwriting on the orchid was still very clear.

Five words "I came to the moon".

When Tenmatsu Dao Chang pronounced those five words, he was shocked, he couldn't believe that these five words would appear on this fan.

The third junior brother, Changsong Daochang, held the sword in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth, and said, "Chu Liuxiang, I didn't expect you to dare to find our Wudang's head." Lao Dao is fighting for this old life, and he also wants to avenge the second senior brother. ”