It was no wonder Yin Liting was shocked. Wudang and Shaolin had never been on good terms. Ever since Shaolin called his master a traitor, they would come looking for trouble every few days. Fifth Brother being forced to commit suicide pushed the conflict to its peak.
As an imaginary enemy, Wudang Sect had also done detailed research on Shaolin Sect. Though Shaolin had many masters, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were not weak either. Coupled with Zhang SanFeng, who was an Earth Immortal, Shaolin had always been afraid of him. Even the Thirteen Ultimate Divine Monk Xuan Cheng was far weaker than Zhang SanFeng. Two years ago, a mysterious Sweeping Monk appeared out of nowhere. Only then was he able to fight against Wudang.
But Yin Liting had seen that Sweeping Monk before. He was obviously different from this red-faced monk. Suddenly knowing that Shaolin had two people of this level, Yin Liting was instantly worried.
As his thoughts ran wild, a group of people had already arrived at the bamboo garden behind the mountain. But they were quickly stopped by the children at the door. "Grand Master is in seclusion. He will not see guests."
A eunuch stepped forward and yelled, "Open your eyes and look carefully. This is an official of the Song Dynasty. He is the emperor. Are you just a normal guest?"
"This …" Seeing such a large group of people walking over aggressively, the two children were a little afraid. But because of their duty, they did not dare to let them in.
"Sixth Uncle!" Seeing Yin Liting, the two children acted as if they had seen their savior and hurriedly called out.
Yin Liting was also a little hesitant. In the end, he sighed. "Let them in. I will ask Master."
The two children felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly moved to the side. Zhao Gou led the group into the garden. Because the garden was too small, it could not accommodate so many people. So the other guards only surrounded the garden. Only the guards with imperial weapons and a few servants were with them.
Of course, the Drunkard Monk was with them. As for Huang Chang, no one knew where he was hiding.
The courtyard was very simple. There were a few bamboos, a small pond, and a few huts. Everyone was curious at first. Daoist Zhang, who was famous all over the world, actually lived in such a simple place. But on second thought, it was normal. If he lived in a magnificent place, it would be disappointing.
"What's the commotion outside?" While everyone was looking around, a faint voice came from the middle house.
Yin Liting hesitated for a moment, but he still stepped forward and replied, "Reporting to Shifu, the Emperor came to Mount Wudang to offer sacrifices to the Heaven, he wanted to see you."
Zhao Gou, who was not far away, frowned slightly. Hearing him address him like this, could it really be Zhang Sanfeng inside? If Zhang Sanfeng was here, coupled with the strength of the guards by his side, how would those ambitious people dare to make a move?
"I'm at a critical juncture in my seclusion, so it's really inconvenient for me to greet you. I hope you can forgive me." The voice sounded again.
"Is the person inside really Zhang SanFeng?" Zhao Gou lowered his voice and asked the person beside him.
The imperial guards all looked at each other in dismay. They had never seen Zhang SanFeng before, so naturally, they couldn't make a judgment. It was the Wine Fighter who opened his mouth and said, "His voice is quite old, but it's still impossible to judge just from his voice. As for his aura … Rumor has it that Zhang SanFeng has the body of an Earth Immortal, and has already reached the realm of returning to the natural state. It's normal that I can't feel it. "
Zhao Gou nodded, stepped forward and said to the house, "These years, the imperial court has allocated a lot of funds to Mount Wudang. Every generation of emperors has greatly renovated the Purple Cloud Palace. In this regard, I don't fall behind the previous emperors. And this time, I personally came to Mount Wudang from thousands of miles away, but you aren't even willing to meet me. Isn't that a little unreasonable? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the imperial court or me? "
Hearing his tone gradually harden, Yin Liting's expression changed slightly, and he looked worriedly at the small house.
The house fell into silence, and after a long time, the voice sounded again, "This time, it's my fault. It's just that I'm at a critical juncture in my seclusion, and I can't come out, so I can only trouble you to come in and meet me. I'm at a critical juncture in my cultivation, and I don't want to be disturbed by others. I hope you can help me. "
Hearing that he wanted Zhao Gou to go in alone, everyone's expression changed. Li Yanshi hurriedly stopped Zhao Gou, "Sir, be careful, it's a trap. Don't take any risks."
If this was a normal situation, Zhang SanFeng's words would be reasonable. People in Jianghu had reached a critical juncture in their cultivation, and they couldn't be disturbed the most. Being willing to see Zhao Gou alone was already giving him face, and there was no reason to let more people go in.
However, many of the people present knew why they had come to WuTang Mountain this time. Knowing that there was going to be a big battle, everyone's heart was tense. At this time, Zhang Sanfeng's move was obviously very much like Jia Shidao's killing trap.
In fact, Li Yanshi's advice was unnecessary. Although Zhao Gou had absolute confidence in this operation, he wasn't a fool. How could he go in alone and risk his life when the situation was unclear?
In the house, after Zhang SanFeng finished speaking, the door automatically opened a gap to show that he was inviting Zhao Gou in, and then the room fell into silence. The guards beside Zhao Gou all stood on their tiptoes to look in through the gap, but there was a screen inside, and they couldn't see anything.
Just as he was in a dilemma, there was a commotion in the distance, and occasionally there were screams. Zhao Gou couldn't help but frown, "What's happening outside?"
A guard had already gone out to investigate, and he quickly came back to report, "Sir, someone broke in from the mountain."
Zhao Gou was instantly furious, "How did Wang Ziteng guard the outer perimeter? Someone broke in to the foot of the mountain!"
After throwing a tantrum, he remembered that there was still a key question he hadn't asked, "How many people are there?"
But he wasn't too worried. Although Mount Wudang wasn't as steep as Mount Hua, the paths along the way were filled with masters from the front of the palace. Looking down from above, no matter how many people there were, they wouldn't be able to do anything.
"Only one person," the guard answered bitterly.
"Only one person?" Zhao Gou was shocked at first, and then he was furious, "He's just one person, and he made such a big commotion."
The most elite troops of the Song Dynasty entered the Forbidden Army, and the most elite of the Forbidden Army entered the Imperial Guard Army, and the most elite of the Imperial Guard Army entered the Imperial Guard Army, and the most elite of the Imperial Guard Army entered the Imperial Guard Army, to protect the Emperor.
Back then, a coach of the Golden Spear Squad, Xu Ning, wandered the Jianghu and became a bandit. He was ranked second among the Eight Light Cavalry of Mount Liang, and the name of the Golden Spear Squad shook the world.
And the Golden Spear Squad was just one of the Imperial Guard Army, and their position among the Imperial Guard Army was only average. It could be seen just how many crouching tigers and hidden dragons there were in the Imperial Guard Army.
So many masters, defending in a dangerous position, and yet they were all thrown into chaos by one person. How could Zhao Gou not be angry?
"That person's martial arts are very high …" the guard's expression was one of fear. "And he seems to know evil arts. Every time he raises his hand, a bloody hole will appear on the bodies of our brothers who are dozens of feet away. And because of the terrain, we couldn't surround him, and we couldn't use our advantage in numbers, so he fought his way up."
Zhao Gou's expression was ugly. Originally, he had wanted to use the terrain to defend so that the enemy could not make use of their advantage in numbers. He had not expected that the terrain would become the enemy's advantage in the end, causing his side to be unable to make use of their advantage in numbers.
"What kind of evil art is this? It should be a kind of hidden long-range attack martial art. Is it Shaolin's Formless Finger of Disaster or Dali's Six Pulse Divine Sword?" Drunkard Monk muttered to himself.
Yin Liting could not help but glance at him, wondering if he was not a Shaolin disciple.
"The visitor is a thin old man. He doesn't look like someone from Shaolin or Dali," the guard replied.
At this time Li Yanshi said, "Don't worry, unless the person is a great grandmaster, no matter how high his martial art skill is, he won't be able to break through Zhu Banzhi and his brothers' defense line."
As the oldest person in charge of the Imperial Armament, his experience was naturally extraordinary. He knew the strength of Si Ban Zhi in front of the palace the best. Just now, he had been caught off guard. By the time he reacted, the other party would not have been able to get away with it.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the commotion gradually subsided. It was obvious that the situation was gradually under control.
"It's not a great grandmaster." Zhao Gou secretly let out a sigh of relief. Although he knew that Jia Shidao would most likely invite a great grandmaster to come this time, it was still great to have one less.
However, his smile soon froze, because he heard the sound of waves.
An image appeared in his mind. The tide in the distance was slowly pushing forward, and it was getting faster and faster. Behind it, the waves were raging, and the white waves were like mountains. In the tide, fish were leaping and whales were floating, and on the surface of the sea, the wind was howling and the gull was flying. Together with the water demons and sea monsters, a group of demons was stirring up the tide. Suddenly, icebergs were floating, and suddenly, the sea was boiling. It was extremely unpredictable. After the tide receded, the water level was like a mirror, but the undercurrent at the bottom of the sea was turbulent. It was silent and dangerous.
"WuTang Mountain is inland. How can there be the sound of waves?" Ding Dian and the other guards were puzzled.
Suddenly, the vigorous sound of the waves changed, becoming erratic and lingering. It was as if there was an incomparably beautiful mermaid in the sea smiling faintly, whispering softly, extremely soft and alluring.
Ding Dian heard it for a while, and he felt his face and ears turn red. He felt his heart tremble, and he wanted to jump up and dance several times. He was shocked, "No, this isn't the sound of waves. This is the sound of a flute!"
The sound of the flute was erratic and lingering. It was like a woman sighing, moaning, and then softly calling out.
Ding Dian knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn't help but think of the sweet days he had with Ling Shuanghua over the years. He thought of his wife's soft skin, which was as gentle as water …
Fortunately, he had mastered the Holy Illumination Art, and there was still a trace of consciousness left in his mind. He remembered that he was protecting the Emperor, and he couldn't allow anything to happen to his children. He hurriedly adjusted his breathing, and finally gradually woke up.
Only then did he realize that his entire face and ears were red, and his back was drenched in sweat. The others beside him were even worse. They were all dancing, as if they had gone crazy. Only a few people with imperial equipment could still barely control themselves. However, their expressions were painful, and it was obvious that they were almost at their limit.
Ding Dian was shocked, and hurriedly looked at Zhao Gou. He realized that his expression was normal, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. He could not help but understand. As the Emperor's closest guard, he naturally knew the Emperor's physical condition. This strange sound of the flute was mainly to arouse the lust in one's heart. Ever since the Emperor's body was injured, he had long lost interest in the matters between men and women. Naturally, he would not be affected by the sound of the flute.
"Amitabha!" The Wine Fighting Monk suddenly put his palms together, and his gentle Buddhist chant instantly woke everyone up.
"Please forgive us, Your Highness!" It was a serious crime for a group of guards to lose their manners in front of the Emperor. They hurriedly knelt down and asked for forgiveness.
Yin Liting, who was at the side, also blushed. Originally, Wudang Kung Fu was orthodox, and would not be affected by such evil things. However, he thought of his fiancée, Ji Xiaofu, and his daughter, Yang Buhui, who looked almost identical to her, becoming his wife. He thought of the intimacy between husband and wife in bed. It was inevitable that his mind would sometimes imagine the woman beneath him as his mother.
"The Song of the Jade Tide. So it is Island Master Huang of Peach Blossom Island who has graced us with his presence." The Wine Fighting Monk let out a long sigh, and his voice seemed to contain infinite regret. He could not understand why such a noble person like him would participate in such a filthy thing. "You are a beautiful person, how can you become a thief?"
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