Chapter 44 A dark and windy night
"How dare you hurt the Holy Envoy! Not to mention you are a third generation Wudang disciple, even if Zhang Sanfeng comes, you will die!"
"Brothers, kill me!"
……
There's a lively fight over there.
Zhao Wumian's mouth twitched when he heard this. Is he so sharp? He doesn't even take Zhang Sanfeng seriously?
If he comes, Yunmeng Mountain will probably be flattened with just one palm!
It doesn't look like it's an act.
Zhao Wumian gathered his true energy into his eyes and looked carefully at the people who were chasing him.
The leader was a big monk holding a Zen staff. He was broad-shouldered and fat, with black hair all over his arms and chest. Half of his body was covered with Buddhist scriptures tattooed on it. He stared with a pair of round eyes and looked ferocious.
With such obvious features, Zhao Wumian recognized him at a glance. He was one of the four generals under King Kaoshan, the "Hun Monk" Yuantong.
According to the information, he has reached the peak of the second realm, practiced Shaolin's "Vajra Kung Fu", has a body of steel, and is invulnerable to swords and spears. He was originally a disciple of the Arhat Hall, but was expelled from the temple for breaking the precepts of stealing and adultery, and became a bandit.
Following behind him was a young man in white clothes, who looked quite elegant, but unfortunately he had a mole on the right side of his cheek as big as a copper coin, which completely ruined his elegance.
Although this man looks ugly, his martial arts skills are quite good. With a wave of his hand, he can turn gas into ice and then turn the ice into arrows.
"Snow Mountain Sect, Ice Arrow..."
Zhao Wumian guessed his origins: "It seems that he is the 'Poison Prince' Fan Jue, the fourth general under King Kaoshan."
The four generals under King Kaoshan.
Yuantong ranked second, Dong Shisan Niang ranked third, and Fan Jue ranked fourth.
In order to hunt down this Wudang disciple, two "generals" were actually sent out.
Zhao Wumian couldn't see through the cultivation level of this disciple, but judging from his posture, he was probably at the third realm. Combined with their curses, it was not difficult to guess that he had injured the "Saint Envoy" and was also seriously injured. Wang Xi sent these two people out to pick up the heads...
"It is indeed a good night to get rid of the thieves."
Zhao Wumian was in a good mood and admired Liu Banxian even more: "This is a God-given opportunity. We can defeat them one by one!"
Seeing that the disciple was about to collapse, Zhao Wumian drew out his cicada-wing knife.
Ye Zongyuan really couldn't hold on any longer.
The arrow that hit his shoulder was tempered with [Bone-numbing Powder], which was not of high grade, but at this moment, for him who was seriously injured, it was enough to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. He was hit in the chest and abdomen by a palm, and all his internal organs were injured. He couldn't even maintain his body movement, let alone use his luck to force out the poison.
"It looks like I'm going to die here today... I'm sorry, Master..."
Ye Zongyuan sighed in his heart as an icy arrow shot out from behind him and pierced into his calf!
After the severe pain, icy air entered the body and half of the leg suddenly became stiff.
Ye Zongyuan staggered and fell to the ground.
"Death!"
Yuantong leaped into the air with a grim smile, raised his iron Zen staff and smashed it down with the force of a mountain!
But at this moment, a ghostly figure came from far away like black lightning, with murderous aura surging like a raging storm!
"not good!"
In a split second, before the other bandits could react, Fan Jue's face changed in shock, and he immediately yelled, "Be careful!"
Yuantong had been fighting for many years and had a sharp intuition. At that moment, all the hairs on his body stood up, his heart was pounding, and he subconsciously used the "Vajra Kung Fu". His whole body was like wearing golden armor. At the same time, he changed from offense to defense and held the iron Zen staff across his chest!
Black lightning passed through his body!
Clang——
There was only a thunderous explosion!
The iron Zen staff in Yuantong's hand suddenly broke in the middle!
Then, a bright knife light flashed across his eyes, and a line of blood projected from his pupils, then expanded into a ring, splitting his head in two, and the part above the eyes left the body!
Yuantong still maintained the Vajra Power, but the upper half of his head had flown into the sky!
Something unexpected happened.
Everyone was shocked.
Ye Zongyuan fell to the ground, and when he looked back, he saw Yuantong landing in front of him, standing motionless, holding half of the Zen stick in each hand.
The change happened too quickly. The true energy had not dissipated and the golden light was still there, but half of his head flew up and fell to the ground while spinning!
What a quick knife!
What a sharp knife!
Ye Zongyuan was filled with shock.
Fan Jue was also stunned. He knew Yuan Tong's strength best. The ninth level of "Vajra Kung Fu" had reached the realm of retracting the weak point, making his whole body invulnerable. Coupled with the unparalleled "Demon Subduing Staff Technique", even if King Kaoshan took action, it would be difficult to win quickly. But now...
puff.
Yuantong's body fell to the ground, and dust and smoke rose up.
There was a sudden cry of surprise from outside.
The bandits then realized that their leader Yuantong, who had seemed so mighty just now, was already dead, with his head chopped off from the front!
There was immediate fear on their faces.
“No matter how hard you practice, you can’t make your eyes as hard as steel.”
There is a new voice on the battlefield.
Zhao Wumian pointed his long sword at the ground and looked at the bandits around him: "Next, it's your turn."
"Amazing Steps in the Snow" unfolds.
Zhao Wumian disappeared on the spot.
"quick!"
Fan Jue's face changed drastically. He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He shouted, "Shoot the signal arrow! Ask for help!"
At the same time, he turned his gas into ice and continuously shot ice arrows at the changing black shadow.
But the black shadow was too fast, like thunder and lightning, and disappeared in a flash.
How can you aim if you can’t even see clearly?
Fan Jue had never encountered such a strong enemy in his life. He watched the man moving through the crowd as if he was in an empty space, and he couldn't help but feel terrified.
The sharp white light of the knife flashed continuously, and one bandit after another froze and did not move.
immediately--
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Heads fell one after another!
Streams of blood spurted out!
Just as the three bandits armed with crossbows were about to fire their signal arrows, the head had already been chopped off.
Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of headless corpses appeared on the ground.
Fan Jue considered himself a murderer, but such a tragic scene still made him tremble all over. Everywhere he looked, he saw blood and flesh flying everywhere, heads rolling around, blood gushing out of the bodies, forming a pool of blood under their bodies. The strong smell of blood was nauseating.
suddenly.
The knife flashed.
Fan Jue was shocked and had no time to dodge before his eyes were filled with the brilliant sword light.
In an instant, the sky and the earth spun, he flew in the air, and saw his own body on the ground...
The last one died too.
At this point, no one in the audience could stand except Zhao Wumian.
"..."
Ye Zongyuan witnessed the whole process, which made him tremble with fear and break out in cold sweat.
Zhao Wumian strode towards Ye Zongyuan.
Ye Zongyuan was on guard and clenched his sword. "The Jinyiwei of the Zhenfu Division is doing business."
Zhao Wumian took out his badge and showed it to him: "I am here to eliminate the banditry, you don't have to worry."
Ye Zongyuan relaxed.
The Jinyiwei of the Zhenfu Division have always put their mission first and seldom kill disciples of major sects, which would harm others and not benefit themselves.
Besides, the current emperor is very respectful to Master Sanfeng, and the relationship between the Jinyiwei and the Wudang Sect is quite good.
Zhao Wumian leaned over and pressed his acupoints to help him stabilize his injuries, and said, "Was this caused by Wang Xi?"
"No."
Ye Zongyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He finally had time to detoxify and heal his wounds. As he spoke, he took out the elixir from his bosom and swallowed it. He said, "It's not Wang Xi, it's Ouyang Zhou, the Purple Lotus Saint Envoy of the White Lotus Sect, the 'Miraculous Lotus Palm'!"
Ye Zongyuan ripped open the front of his shirt.
A red palm print came into view, and the blazing true energy burned the skin, emitting a burnt smell.
The Lotus Palm is the unique skill of the White Lotus Sect. When combined with the sect's magical skill, the White Lotus Heart Sutra, it is extremely powerful.
Under the chief and deputy chief of the White Lotus Sect, there are "Three Lords" who assist in governing the hall masters and incense masters of various places. Under the three Lords, there are seven lotus holy envoys, who are their trusted confidants who specifically pass on messages for them and have a respected status.
Zhao Wumian frowned and said, "Saint Envoy of Purple Lotus? Why is he here?"
Ye Zongyuan thought for a moment and said, "I heard that he came here to receive the tribute under the order of 'Jin Gang Tai'."
It turned out that he was here to make money.
The White Lotus Sect has always been like this. Zhao Wumian nodded and said, "Are you a disciple of the Wudang Sect? Why did you come here?"
After taking the medicine, Ye Zongyuan's complexion improved slightly. He clasped his fists and said, "I am Ye Zongyuan, a disciple of Qingwei Zhenren of Wudang Sect. I am here to seek justice for Zhoujiazhuang. The owner of Zhoujiazhuang, Zhou Yu, is a registered disciple of my master. Two months ago, his entire family was exterminated by the 'poisonous spider' Dong Shisanniang. All 360 people died. I am here to eliminate this evil according to the order of my master!"
What a coincidence...
"Dong Shisan Niang has been killed by me."
Zhao Wumian stood up and looked towards the top of the mountain: "What's the situation up there now?"
"Killed by you? No wonder I didn't see her on the mountain..."
Ye Zongyuan heaved a sigh of relief and became less vigilant. He said, "I didn't expect Ouyang Zhou to come. I had already seriously injured Wang Xi, but I didn't expect Ouyang Zhou to suddenly attack from behind. He couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the palm. But he was not doing well either. I used a backhand sword to cut off the meridians in his right hand. Don't even think about moving his hand for three days!"
Well done!
Zhao Wumian smiled: "No wonder he dared to break into the mountain stronghold and kill the bandit leader alone. He is a Wudang disciple, and his reputation is well-deserved."
"Your Excellency is also extraordinary."
Ye Zongyuan looked Zhao Wumian up and down, his eyes revealing surprise: "After all, I am a few years older than you, and I am already in the third realm, but you are in the early stage of the second realm, and you have such strength and courage, which is really extraordinary... May I ask your name, and I will repay you for saving my life one day."
"No need."
Zhao Wumian strode towards Yuantong and Fan Jue, took off the treasures on their bodies and put them into his Qiankun bag, then stripped off Fan Jue's clothes and put them on himself, and began to perform the art of disguise.
His facial features changed rapidly, and soon, a complete Fan Jue appeared, with exactly the same figure and face!
Zhao Wumian closed his eyes and practiced his internal energy, and a chilling cold energy began to emanate from his entire body.
"The Mysterious Frost Qi of the Snow Mountain Sect..."
Ye Zongyuan was shocked: "Thousands of people change, are you reading "The Treasure Mirror of the Actor"?!"
Zhao Wumian first simulated his internal energy, then tried to create an ice arrow. When he felt that he was almost there, he turned to Ye Zongyuan and said, "Brother Ye, please help me."
Ye Zongyuan said seriously: "Please speak."
Zhao Wumian threw out the badge of the Pacification Office and said, "Go to the Neishi Yamen in Daming Prefecture to find the Censor Wei Liang and ask him to dispatch troops here immediately. The Pacification Office had already informed him before I left Beijing, and he will understand once he sees the badge. My horse is tied at the mountain pass, thank you for your help."
Ye Zongyuan is seriously injured now and cannot use force in the short term, but he can help contact the government troops.
"..."
Ye Zongyuan took the badge and was stunned for a moment: "We just met by chance..."
"Wudang is a prestigious and upright sect. What is there to distrust?"
Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Besides, I will do the same whether they come or not. It's just that this opportunity is rare. Thanks to you, this group of thieves is at their weakest right now. It would be a pity if we don't surround the mountain and hunt them down."
"……it is good!"
Ye Zongyuan could only watch, but now he could help, so he naturally would not refuse and said solemnly: "I'll go right away!"
He immediately stood up, holding his chest and walked towards the horse.
Zhao Wumian tore his clothes, smeared some blood on his body and face, used disguise skills to change his face, making it look as pale as paper and as defeated and seriously injured. He flew into the clouds, staggered to the front of the village gate, and fell flat on his face.
The bandit on the sentry tower took a closer look and immediately said, "Oh no! It's the Fifth Boss! Quick! Bring him in!"
……
at the same time.
The gathering hall of the Shanzhai was in a mess.
Wang Xi and Ouyang Zhou were seriously injured, and the "general" Yu Yangzi and the "military advisor" Yu Baihe were treating their injuries.
"Damn little thief! When I catch him, I will make him know what it means to live a life worse than death! Ahem..."
Wang Xi started cursing loudly, and his emotional agitation affected his chest injury, causing him to cough violently.
Wang Xi lived up to his title of "King of Backers". He was extremely burly, even bigger than the monk Yuantong who practiced hard kung fu. His whole body was full of muscles, and even when he was sitting on a chair, he looked like a small mountain.
Yu Yangzi was bandaging him and said hurriedly, "Brother, please don't be angry. You should heal your wound first. The sword just now was really dangerous. If it had been three points to the left and up, it would have pierced your heart. Wudang Tai Chi can be hard or soft. Once the hardness of the sword hits your heart, even a god can't save you!"
Yu Yangzi is Wang Xi's sworn brother. He learns from Kunlun School and carries two swords on his back, one black and one white.
Wang Xi touched the wound on his chest, and was also frightened: "Wudang is really worthy of being Wudang. The Nine Palaces Chain Sword is so powerful!" Then he turned to Ouyang Zhou and said: "Saint Envoy, how are your injuries? This time, thanks to your help. If he had hit me with another sword, I would have been in great danger!"
"We are all family, so we should not talk behind each other's backs."
Ouyang Zhou was in his thirties, dressed in purple, with a pale face. He leaned back in his chair and forced a smile: "But this kid is really ruthless. He dared to fight back after being hit by my palm. He really doesn't care about his life."
Military advisor Yu Baihe was holding the healing elixir [Black Jade Glue] and applying it to his right wrist.
Yu Baihe is tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, and his healing techniques are very experienced.
"All right."
After Yu Baihe finished bandaging the wound, he instructed, "Saint Envoy, try not to move your right hand. The wound is too deep. Even a magical medicine like Intermittent Glue will take time to cure."
Ouyang Zhou moved his arm carefully and nodded.
Yu Baihe looked at Wang Xi and said, "Boss, you and the Holy Envoy are injured, and the strength of the stronghold has been greatly damaged. I heard that the Pacification Office has sent out the Jinyiwei to kill us. Three strongholds in Guide and Kaifeng have been slaughtered. It would be bad if they come to our door at this time. We must take precautions early and close the gates of the stronghold!"
"Military advisor, you worry too much!"
Wang Xi disagreed and sneered, "So what if they are from the Pacification Division? Haven't they killed enough people in the past? Even if I'm injured, I can still beat them to death with a hammer!"
Ouyang Zhou said: "Brother, you should listen to the military advisor. It's a good opportunity to take this time to cultivate the Blue Spring Flower. The Venerable is still waiting."
"That's what my lord said."
Wang Xi still listened to his words, and immediately changed his tone: "Then close the door first and wait for Shisan Niang to come back."
Yu Baihe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Not good!"
Suddenly, several bandits rushed over in a hurry, and the leading bandit was carrying a bloody man on his back.
Everyone in the Juyi Hall was startled at first glance and stood up: "Fan Jue?!"
(End of this chapter)
