Chapter 245 Past

The night is as thick as inkstone, and it is deep and can't melt. The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with stars. Tianzhu Peak is the highest peak in Wudang. Straight into the sea of clouds. Simu Cliff is the most dangerous place of this mountain, hanging everywhere, like abruptly stretching out. Except for the path behind the Taiqing Hall, there is nowhere to climb. Following the path, the face is high and the trees are lush. The moonlight passed through the cracks of the trees, leaving a mottled image. On the side of the entrance of the path stands a piece of ten times half a foot high, engraved with a big forbidden word with powerful swordsmanship.

The environment here is quiet, and there are no guard disciples. Those who can go to the Qing Hall through the Yuqing Hall must have the order of the Qingsong Taoist priest. There is no need to send more people. After chasing for a while, Shi Zhuohang finally confirmed that what he had seen before was not a phantom, but an unknown person in night clothes. The other party's light work was fast, and he used ten successful forces to barely catch up. When he arrived at this forbidden place of Simu Cliff, he lost sight.

The state is law, and the family has family rules. After a hundred years of inheritance, the rules of the Wudang School are naturally very strict. Today, as a disciple, I dare not say that I will remember the rules one by one, but most of them still remember them clearly. In particular, Simuya, one of these forbidden places, is the place where the leaders of the past sals and practice their skills. Those who are not in charge must not break through. For a moment, hesitantly, if you tell the master that you are afraid of missing a good opportunity, let the man in black escape. If you keep up, it will be a foul.

Shi Zhuohang's martial arts skills are not weak. Recently, he has been frustrated by his marriage with Ye Ningxue and has been angry for a long time. Coupled with the curiosity of this forbidden place, he finally stopped hesitating and stepped on the island. The path was winding and long, and the tree shadow on his face retreated rapidly. Yang Fan cheered up twelve points. I dare not be careless at all. The sensing range of the innate master is also limited by distance. Control this well, coupled with his hidden body, Yang Fan is sure that he will not be noticed by the other party.

Not only that, but also deeply doubted the conversation that Xiao Ran overheard. It's hard to believe not to confirm it in person. Through several dense forests, the mountain suddenly rose and there was almost no place to stay. The Qingsong Taoist priest and the man in black pulled up a few feet in the middle of the sky and flew at a touch again. Jumping up the cliff is a five-acre square hill. The mountain is integrated with the whole cliff. There are more than ten feet of open space in front of the mountain, and four feet of large holes are dug on the hill. Standing here, you can see the scenery of Wudang. Especially the beautiful scenery of morning glow and sunset, unfortunately, most people can't appreciate it.

As soon as the Taoist priest Qingsong and the man in black appeared, they heard a sound of "Yi Yaya". There was a pile of firewood in the open space in front of the cave, and a hanging pot was set up with a wooden stick. The fragrance from it could be seen that there were hundreds of rice steamed in it. At this time, a loose-haired Taoist priest waved a fire stick in front of the fire, as if warning them not to approach.

The man in black snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that a greedy and anangry master needed to be taken care of by such a useless person. Don't block the way. Get out of here!"

The dumb boy's body was shocked, and he shouted without giving way. The man in black moved slightly, and a grain of gravel shot into his throat. At this moment, the Taoist priest Qingsong took the lead in using Buddha dust to quickly put a large piece of stones on the dumb boy. The little Taoist priest was frozen in place like a puppet. He could see the face of the Qingsong Taoist priest through the firelight. His eyes suddenly widened, but he could not make a sound.

"I didn't see that the Taoist priest is still a soft-hearted person." The man in black sarcastically and went straight to the cave.

Qingsong sighed, shook his head helplessly and followed. Although the hole is narrow, there is a hole in it. Hollow out the hill and complete the furnishings. It looks like a cabin. The middle position prevented a statue of the ancestor of Taoism, and an old Taoist priest with a blue shirt sat in front of the yellow futon. Wearing a purple crown, his face is old, and his eyes are wrinkled together and he can hardly see his eyes. He only looks at the person through two shreds of meat/slits.

"Brother~" Taoist priest Qingsong whispered.

The old man slowly looked up and said, "What's the matter here? Except for a rotten skin, there is nothing on the old guy that you can take away."

This old man, who even seems to be extremely laborious, is actually recognized as a righteous master of martial arts and an an arrogant Taoist leader of the Wudang school. How can Yang Fan not be shocked? Yang Fan looked carefully in surprise in the dark and found that his limbs were bound by huge chains. The pipa bone is tightly tied with iron claws. It doesn't look like a retreat, but it is clearly imprisoned here.

"Master An's angry, haven't seen you for a long time?" The man in black laughed.

The old Taoist priest's body shook and suddenly drilled his head red. He looked at the man in black like a torch: "After a few years, you finally appeared."

"Hahaha... The master has a good memory. There are a few things to think about today. I believe this simple requirement that the master will not play the front."

An anangry Taoist priest said, "It's inevitable that people have a bad memory when they get old. It's better not to open your mouth. In case you make a mistake, you will be in trouble."

"People will think of many things when they are stimulated, for example, the inexplicable tragic death of the elder Wudang."

"Are you threatening me?"

"If you think so." The man in black replied without saying anything.

It is inevitable that people will have concerns in this life. An anxed Taoist priest is no exception. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Ask me."

The man in black smiled and said, "I want to know his whereabouts, whether he is dead or not."

Who is "he" in the black population? Not only Yang Fan didn't know, but it was like a cloud to invite the Taoist priest, but it must not be an ordinary task. An anangling Taoist priest said, "At this time, you don't know where the old Taoist has learned about it. In those years, I'm afraid that Daluo Jinxian will not get it by your means.

"Really, what if it's a magic doctor who returns to spring? For example, Chang Baicao.

An anangled Taoist priest smiled and said, "If you are looking for Chang Baicao, you should go to Yaowang Valley. What do you have to do with the old man?"

The man in black tightened his eyes and said murderously, "If Chang Baicao is still in the Valley of Medicine King, why would I come to you? Moreover, when the Yaowang Valley opens the valley in ten years, does it mean that you can enter it? Don't test your patience."

An anangled Taoist priest looked at him for a moment and said lightly, "It's true that it's not. There's nothing to say!"

"If you dare to play this respect, it seems that you won't be honest without giving you a lesson." The man in black took action angrily. Before his palm arrived, a great pressure had enveloped his whole body. An arrogant long sleeves are windless, and white hair floats up. Even the purple Taoist crown above his head is shaking.

" Stop it!" Buddha Chen, the Taoist priest of Qingsong, paid attention to Zhenqi, like a huge brush stabbing under the armpit of the man in black. The man in black seemed to have been on guard against him for a long time. Seeing him stand in his way, he stepped back, his arm shrank and elbowed into the wrist of the Qingsong Daochang. Qingsong Daochang stared at the other party without blinking. His left hand suddenly raised and pointed like a sword in the air. Two blue lights flashed. This exquisite internal force of the air sword is fast and fierce, and it goes straight to the next door hole of the man in black. Not to mention being hit, it is not a small mouth to be hurt by this finger force.

"Jieyin finger!" The man in black frowned slightly and saw that he retreated to death on one side. The air sword formed by the finger force emptied, leaving two inches deep marks on the stone wall.

"Do you want to do it with me?"

The Qingsong Taoist priest seems to have the upper hand, but in fact he knows it. He said, "You promised not to take your brother's life, why did you go back on your back?

"Hmm, the defeated general is not brave enough. It's not your turn to dictate what I do. Since it's useless to keep you, let's die together."

When the words came out, the man in black was half sideways. He suddenly took a few steps and stood with one hand. I don't know when he had held the hilt of the sword. A strong wind suddenly appeared in the stone room. The scene of flying sand and stone was really like a sunset desert. Once it was displayed, the blue veins on the palms appeared, and the skin exposed on the face was like blood. The long sword is stabbed, and its power is unmatched. Like a dragon in the clouds, attacking in the strong wind.

The Qingsong Taoist gritted his teeth and could not bear to die again. In the face of such a fierce offensive, do not retreat but advance. Buddha's dust danced eagerly, and thousands of white silks suddenly opened. The shadows are sloddy and the clothes are ethereal, but there is a fierce murder. Dozens of acupuncture points all over the man in black are under this fierce and sharp attack. For Qingsong Taoist priest, this trick has long been learned. With the lesson of the past, I naturally thought of the method of cracking it.

Under the fierce attack of the other party, a boneless person fluttered in the wind. The confrontation between congenital masters is never something that ordinary people can get involved in. Yang Fan saw that the two were entangled like flowers and butterflies, time-by-minute. It's just that this seemingly simple move is indeed a life-threatening move. Suddenly, the wind moved and hid behind the rock. A figure appeared on the platform in front of the cave. This person was also alert and did not break in directly. He also found a place to hide.