Mount Emei is a beautiful place in the world.

When Miejie led a group of high-spirited disciples and slowly entered the realm of Emei, he noticed something was wrong.

In the past, when the villagers at the foot of the mountain saw the Emei disciples, they were all grateful and awed, but now there is only fear in their eyes.

Miejie frowned and didn't ask any more questions, but gradually accelerated his pace.

Nothing will happen to Emei, right?

At the foot of the mountain, there are lush vegetation.

"Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi~" A golden monkey as tall as a person jumped around in the mountains with a group of small monkeys, accompanying the people in Emei.

After a while, the golden monkeys came over to give snacks such as nuts.

Yan Mie thought for a while and then slowed down. Since the Little Saints were all there, nothing should have happened to Emei.

"Zhizhi~" Xiaosheng, who was already taller than Zhiruo, walked up to the girl and stretched out his hand. There was a huge wild ginseng on his hand.

Miao Le was stunned, and stretched out his little tongue to lick the tender palm of his hand. His eyes were full of confusion, and his big blue round eyes were full of grievances.

Emei, we also went up the mountain smoothly at the beginning, and there were experts from the royal palace leading people to besiege us, but there are also experts in Emei, and we were defeated and retreated."

…

The originally green and clean stone steps were now bright red from top to bottom, frighteningly red. Senior Sister Jingxuan, who had always been modest and polite in the past, was even covered in scars. When she saw the masters coming back, she finally smiled with relief.

Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Palace.

"yes!"

Zhao Min looked up at Zhang Wuji, thoughtfully.

Zhang Sanfeng:

Good guy, if you can't help me, let me do it, right?

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng was delighted. Over the past few years, his third disciple Yu Daiyan had become depressed since he became a quadriplegic, and he frowned all day long.

The master is the master, strong!

If you want to conquer a man, you have to defeat him mentally like an eagle.

All the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty were Buddhist monks. Among the three giant Buddhas in Wan'an Temple, even if they traveled all over the world, they could not find the fourth one.

For some reason, he is always hard-headed towards women, especially beautiful women.

There are many temple buildings behind the tower, and they are so large that they are almost similar to Shaolin Temple. The long windows of the main hall in the middle are brightly lit.

In Wudang, things started smoothly. Ah Da wounded Zhang Sanfeng with one palm, and other masters quickly led a siege, but in the end they were defeated and retreated.

The little yellow cat fell into deep thought.

At the back of the mountain, at the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng was leisurely teaching four white cranes to practice his latest creation of Tai Chi. He was leisurely and contented, so happy.

…

Song Yuanqiao has been busy with various things in the past few days, including the pension of his disciples, the cultivation of his sect, and the most important thing is his attitude towards Yuan Ting.

Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it and smiled sweetly: "The little saint is so good!"

"You!" Zhang Wuji pointed at him, not knowing how to scold him.

Well done!

The little saint lowered his head and looked into those eyes that seemed to be filled with coldness. He was startled, and then he remembered that he seemed to be unable to defeat him.

Moreover, she has made complete preparations this time, and she will definitely succeed. When the time comes to win over Zhang Wuji, then the Great Yuan world will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, after we descended from Wudang Mountain, we followed Dabai to pick up the sixth junior brother. He was being besieged by several masters who were proficient in the powerful Vajra Finger. Fortunately, we rushed there in time.

The other party has already figured it out, so how can they sit still and wait for death?

Thinking of this, Song Yuanqiao took a small bottle to the back mountain. He still had to ask his master for his opinion on such a big matter.

After we forced a confession, we learned two things. One was that the murder of the third junior brother was Yuan Ting's conspiracy to provoke a fight between us and Shaolin. The other was that they had a secret medicine called black jade intermittent ointment, which could cure the disease.

Broken bones.

With that said, Song Yuanqiao handed over the vial in his hand.

Since the return of this precious apprentice, he has become the hands-off shopkeeper, and this apprentice has lived up to his trust, working hard, working, working, working, working and resting, and keeping Wudang in order.

He saw it in his eyes and felt the pain in his heart. Now that there is hope for treatment, that would be great.

The little yellow cat jumped out of the girl's broad arms, and the little saint handed the ginseng to the king to hold and chew. The ginseng was as big as the little yellow cat, and it obviously cost her a lot of thought.

Along the way, the little yellow cat happily held the ginseng and gnawed it, its blue eyes narrowed with joy.

Zhao Min was stunned. He spent so much thought and effort on co-writing, but nothing was accomplished?

Zhao Min smiled, stood up, walked slowly to the door, and stared at the tower that was more than ten feet high.

"Yes, I haven't hurt them yet? I'm also worried that Master Zhang will be unkind to me!" Zhao Min said innocently with eyes full of smiles, tenderness and tenderness.

Zhiruo waved her hands quickly.

Didn't get the result.

Song Yuanqiao quickly reminded: "Master, can we be more tolerant?"

I can't cure you, little one!

The little saint then squeaked happily, his dark eyes so bright that they glowed.

After saying that, I will calm down on the mountain.

"Humph!" Mie Mie was very proud and went up the mountain.

The men were a little hesitant.

"Master Zhang, do you know? I sent people to bury thousands of kilograms of explosives underground under the tower, and there are gunpowder fuses in four directions. Each fuse is guarded by dead soldiers in turn twelve hours a day.

Zhao Min stared at Zhang Wuji's face with her wonderful eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "Master Zhang, I spent so much effort to invite you here, it's not because I'm bored, I want you to marry me!"

And this Wuji's weakness is too obvious and soft-hearted.

Unbeatable, defeated?

"Say!" Zhao Min was very impatient. Can we kill them all? Even if we kill five thousand chickens, it's not that easy, right?

"The Shaolin team has no casualties. The Emei and Wudang teams have been completely wiped out and no one has survived!" the subordinate said honestly.

A bunch of trash!

After his subordinates left, Zhao Min couldn't bear it any longer. He returned to his seat, picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, his face getting even redder.

I am an old man, are you sorry?

Farewell!

Zhao Min blinked. She liked to see others trying to deal with her but being helpless.

There are several major sects in the Jianghu, Wudang and Shaolin are the leaders. As long as these two sects disappear, there will be no leader in the Jianghu. She will have an easy time dealing with those rebels and sending experts to assassinate them.

Yan Mie stepped forward and said coldly: "What's going on?"

Extinction:.

Junior sisters:???

Do you have any misunderstandings about encouraging resistance?

After a moment of silence, Miejie said calmly: "Minjun, take some disciples to clean up the mountain. Jingxu, take the ordained disciples to clean up the mountain. Zhiruo, treat the injured disciples."

Zhang Wuji stood in the middle of the hall and asked Zhao Min, who was sitting in the middle: "Zhao Min, what do you mean? What is your plan for bringing the heroes of the righteous way here?"

A little bit?

Song Yuanqiao came up and was a little unhappy. Why did the white crane give the master only face on the mountain?

"Courage? How generous you are even talking nonsense about when someone comes to you!" Zhang Sanfeng was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. He had been cultivating his character for all these years and was not ready to take action.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Min suddenly thought of the urinary nature of these men and asked: "How many casualties do we have?"

"Master, you are back!" Suddenly someone shouted from the front. It was Senior Sister Jingxuan, who was cleaning the bluestone steps going up the mountain.

In the end, they persisted for two hours and were beaten from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Finally, they were all sent to the Bodhisattva to repent."

The subordinate looked panicked and said quickly: "Report to the princess, we will send a total of three teams, each with 5,000 elites, to make a surprise attack on the Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei sects.

After getting the plaster, we tried it first to avoid worrying Master, and found that there was no problem in connecting the bones of monkeys, dogs, and pigs."

There was no way she could explain such casualties unless...

I can't even get enough of the little food you gave me!

Zhiruo's thin shoulders shook, and the bamboo basket she carried on her back suddenly jingled, which was the beautiful sound of money.

The Wan'an Temple is four stories high. A thirteen-level pagoda behind the temple can be seen even further away. There are many people on the tower. There are people patrolling back and forth on each floor, and there are twenty or thirty people guarding the bottom of the tower.

There was also Emei. Zhang Wuji immediately thought of that extraordinary girl and the charm of that palm.

It's nothing to raise small animals, and there is such a harvest, which is not bad.
To be continued...