Lu Qian rolled his eyes, an idea came to his mind. "Shifu," he said, "The Devil Cult's demonic followers are numerous; this time they are moving out in large numbers, they must be moving in batches. We are always following behind them, we can't be too calculative. Why don't we wait here for the hare, disguise ourselves as the owner of the tea stall, and ambush the next group?" Wen Zhengwu said, "If that's the case, that's great, but I'm afraid the outcome will be the same." Lu Qian hastily said, "Disciple has a hundred percent confidence!"
Wen Zhengwu frowned and pondered for a moment. "That might work," he said, "Eliminating more Devil Cult demonic followers is one more good deed. But in this desolate tea stall, there are five waiters, won't it raise suspicions? " Lu Qian said, "Only Shifu and Wen Shibo will stay here to take care of the tea stall. The two of you have superior martial art skills, you can kill the thieves on the spot. Even if you fail, Li Shixiong, Nangong Shimei and I will set up a trap outside and attack from the side. This is called 'if you can't beat them, you have to outsmart them'."
Yi Zhengxiong nodded slightly. "Shixiong," he asked, "What do you think?" Wen Zhengwu stroked his beard and said, "Why are you still asking? Just follow your disciple. I think Martial Nephew Lu is very responsible. Compared to others, he is able to remain calm in the face of danger. Perhaps in the future he can take over Shidi He's position. As for his temperament, how many people are so daring when they have just started their cultivation? Besides, there's nothing bad about it; at least he must be cautious in his actions to make up for his shortcomings. "
Lu Qian modestly said, "Disciple is far inferior to Tan Shidi. The Sect Leader position will naturally be his. Disciple does not dare to have extravagant hopes." Wen Zhengwu sighed, "Martial Nephew Tan, ay …" He wanted to say that he did not know whether Tan Lin was dead or alive, but in the end he sighed and did not say anything more. He took off the tea stall owner's clothes and went with Yi Zhengxiong to find a secluded place to change.
When they came out again, both of them were hunched over and coughing incessantly. They looked like ordinary old men who did not know any martial arts. They did not have the slightest air of a martial arts great master. Nangong Xue covered her mouth and laughed, "Aiyo, I really didn't expect that even if your direct disciples see you right now, they would still have to say, 'Excuse me, can I have two bowls of herbal tea?' Hee hee!" Wen Zhengwu forced a smile and said, "Thank you very much. But hearing you say that, I just don't feel comfortable." "I have a good idea," Nangong Xue said with a laugh, "Why don't you seal your swords from now on and retire, and sell herbal tea instead? That way you won't disappoint your reputation."
Lu Qian was worried that if she kept talking, the enemy would arrive before she could finish her task. "Let's not delay," he hastily said, "Wen Shishu, disciple is going to lay the trap." "Go," Wen Zhengwu said, "Be careful!" After this tragic turn of events, he and Li Yijie had a common hatred for the enemy. As for the idea of using the enemy to silence them, they had long forgotten about it.
Lu Qian immediately led the two out and instructed them to lie low in the bushes. Then he jumped onto a tree and took out a silver thread as thin as a needle from his sleeve. He wound one end of the thread around a tree branch and then pulled it with one hand. His body flew up and down around the treetop. He deliberately showed off his martial arts and secretly circulated his internal energy so that the sound of the wind could be heard clearly. In just a moment, he had set up a net on the tree. Because the net reflected the sunlight, it also had the effect of dazzling the enemy's eyes. Nangong Xue clapped her hands and praised, "Lu Dage, your skill is very cool!"
Lu Qian smiled and lightly jumped down. He also instructed Li Yijie on how to catch the net and how to control the enemy. When he understood, Nangong Xue said, "I haven't finished yet. This net is even more beautiful. Where did you get it?" Lu Qian heard her call this treasure a 'fishing net' and couldn't help feeling angry and amused at the same time. He said, "This net is made from the silk of the Western Regions. It cannot be cut by a knife or cut by a sword. It is an extremely tough material. No matter how good your martial arts are, if you are caught in it, the more you struggle, the tighter it will be and you won't be able to escape. It is a secret treasure of our Kunlun that is not easily shown to others. "
Nangong Xue blushed and said, "Little Sister is short-sighted. Lu Dage, please don't take offense." "Very well," Lu Qian said, "Let's keep quiet for now and be vigilant." The three of them immediately hid in the bushes.
About an hour later, Li Yijie suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps coming from above. He quietly peeked out to look and indeed saw a group of people walking in formation from the direction they came from. They were all wearing black gowns with swords hanging from their waists. Their eyes were covered with a black cloth, and their heads were tied with black gauze crowns. They looked like demons. It seemed like the Sacrifice Shadow disciples had arrived. One of them was leading the group. Although his face was covered, one could see that his eyebrows were greyish white. He was an elderly man.
Li Yijie had seen the Qing army's strict discipline and neat formation. He thought that the Devil Cult's prestige was on par with the Qing army's, so their formation should not fall behind. Who would have thought that the Sacrifice Shadow disciples were walking very lazily, their steps crooked. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, nobody would have thought that the Sacrifice Shadow disciples, who had been causing trouble in Jianghu for a long time, would be in this kind of situation.
Wen Zhengwu was after all a senior expert. Although the situation was strange, he didn't dare to underestimate the other party. As they came closer, he hastily put on an amiable expression and went forward to welcome them. "Gentlemen," he said, "The sun is burning hot, and you must be very tired. Please have a cup of herbal tea here and rest your feet. It won't be too late to continue your journey. "
The old man in the lead cast him a sidelong glance. "You sell herbal tea for a living?" he asked. Wen Zhengwu bowed. "That's right," he said, "We are in the middle of nowhere. I only hope that we can make things easier for the passers-by." The old man was silent for a moment. "You have been guarding this place," he asked, "Have you seen a group of people passing by? Their attire was also like ours. " Wen Zhengwu's heart shivered, but his expression didn't change. He smiled and said, "Yes, the old man wanted to serve herbal tea to them, but they were in a hurry and ignored me."
One of the Sacrifice Shadow disciples laughed and said, "Zhao Xiangzhu is so eager to perform a meritorious deed. Luckily we brothers are in the same group as Xue Xiangzhu, otherwise we would have suffered." Another person laughed and said, "Even if Zhao Xiangzhu arrived first, Miss might not accept his kindness. Even if she did, he might not get any benefit." The old man, Xue Xiangzhu, raised his hand. "Gentlemen," he said, "You are right. Miss has gathered all the disciples, including us," he said, "Why should we risk our lives to rush over? Let me make the decision. Everybody just needs to rest for a while. "The Sacrifice Shadow disciples cheered thunderously. They all sat around the small tables.
Wen Zhengwu ordered Yi Zhengxiong to fetch some herbal tea and place it on each table. Then he bowed and stood by Xue Xiangzhu's table. One of the disciples was impatient. "Old thing," he shouted, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of my way!"
Wen Zhengwu was a person of high status in Jianghu. Even Shaolin Pai's Abbot Tong Chan Dashi and Wudang Pai's Lin Kong Daozhang treated him with respect. He had never received such a rude shout before. Immediately he wanted to flip the table and draw his sword to fight, but then he had a second thought, "Yes, yes. If Honored Guest has any instructions, please inform the old man at any time." Finished speaking, he staggered away. Behind him came the murmurs of cursing and swearing.
The first follower picked up his teacup and signaled the people at the table with his eyes, hinting them to gather together. Lowering his voice, he said, "This time Miss is too willful and reckless. She is the Jiaozhu's precious daughter, at most she will be scolded and that's all. But if we follow her nonsense, we will be severely punished. Won't that be a waste of time? Why doesn't Young Master care about her? "
Another person laughed coldly. "Young Master usually speaks coldly, but in fact he dotes on Miss the most. If Miss says east, he won't say west. If Miss says west, he won't say east. There have been several missions where Miss almost messed up the big picture. Fortunately, Young Master's ability is outstanding, so nothing bad happened. The brothers all say that Young Master and Miss are a match made in heaven … "Xue Xiangzhu coughed softly." We can talk about this in private, but we must be careful not to let it reach Fallen Hall Leader's ears. He has always been competitive, but in terms of intelligence and martial arts, compared to Young Master, he is always a notch inferior … "
While they were talking, two beggars walked in from outside the stall. One of them was holding a broken bowl in front of his chest, calling out, "Kind Grandpa, please give me some silver taels. This little old man hasn't eaten for several days!" The other person walked slowly with the help of a bamboo crutch. The first disciple cursed in a low voice, "Where did this stinky beggar come from? He has ruined our mood. Xue Xiangzhu, subordinate will send him away. "
Xue Xiangzhu grunted. He did not see how the disciple moved, but in a flash he was already outside the stall. His right hand hovered above the bowl. "Laozi is in a good mood today," he said with a laugh, "Let me reward you!" "Thank you Grandpa, thank you Grandpa," the beggar repeatedly said.
Suddenly the disciple lowered his right knee, his palm clenched into a fist and punched the beggar's face. "Grandpa will reward you with a fist!" The beggar raised his head to evade. Holding the broken bowl in one hand, he turned his heel to the side of the disciple and pressed down with his empty hand to grab the disciple's wrist. He used one of the stances of the 'Dragon Claw Grappling Hand'.
The disciple did not manage to break free. His left fist punched out from the side of his body. The beggar blocked it with the mouth of the bowl while his right foot swept the disciple's lower body. The disciple lost his balance and fell to the ground with a 'plop'. The other beggar with the crutch did not hesitate; he raised his bamboo crutch and struck the top of the disciple's head, causing the disciple's body to burst. Li Yijie and the others looked at each other in amazement.
The Sacrifice Shadow Cult disciples saw that these two beggars cooperated with each other skillfully; obviously they came prepared. One by one they pulled out their swords and leaped out. The beggar with the bowl raised his wrist and threw the broken bowl toward Xue Xiangzhu. Xue Xiangzhu's sword moved diagonally, but the strength of the bowl was too great. Although the broken bowl was cut into two pieces, the impact caused severe pain to the web between his thumb and forefinger. The beggar shouted and retreated a step. Then like a Jianghu acrobat, he threw the broken bowl again and again, as if there was no end to it. Nobody knew how his patched-up hemp garment could contain so many bowls.
Xue Xiangzhu's sword danced in an airtight manner, deflecting all the broken bowls. But there were some among the disciples whose cultivation base was still low; some of their teeth were knocked out by the broken bowls and they cried out miserably. After the bowl was thrown, the beggar with the crutch struck the ground three times. Suddenly there were shouts coming from all directions. From the underbrush jumped out a lot of crossbow-wielding soldiers. They were wearing different clothes; they were the disciples of Emei, Diancang, Huangshan and other sects. There were also some sects that were not well-known, such as Ju Jing Bang, Huang He Bang and others.
A rain of arrows was shot; more and more Sacrifice Shadow Cult disciples fell to the ground. Several beggars jumped down from the treetops, carrying several gunny sacks on their backs. They were the Beggar Clan's people. The Beggar Clan was the number one clan in the Wulin world; their status in the clan was determined by the number of gunny sacks they carried on their backs. The more gunny sacks they carried, the higher their status. Li Yijie thought, "I wonder when they came here? We did not know anything about it earlier. "Thinking about it, it was probably due to the great disparity in their power; he could not help but feel ashamed.
An eight-pouch zhanglao shouted, "Everybody, let's charge together, chop this group of thieves into pieces!" Xue Xiangzhu coldly said, "You have more people, so you want to rely on numbers to win, don't you? Turns out the self-proclaimed Orthodox Sect is doing this kind of thing; won't you be mocked? "
An Emei Pai female disciple spat and said, "We don't need to talk about morality with you Devil Cult demons." Her left hand formed a sword sign, her right hand was about to stab forward with the sword when suddenly a sickly looking young man wearing white clothes rushed forward and waved his arm to block. Wen Zhengwu, Yi Zhengxiong and Lu Qian were startled; they recognized him as Kunlun Sect's eldest disciple, Tan Lin, whose life or death was unknown. Tan Lin cupped his fists toward the heroes of the orthodox sects and said, "My life was saved by all of you, so I ought to repay your kindness. But the Devil Cult demons have killed dozens of Kunlun people. My only hope is that I can personally collect this debt of blood for my sect. If I have offended you, please forgive me."
The Emei Pai disciple hesitantly said, "But Young Hero Tan, you are still injured …"
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