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Chapter 49 Go to Quanzhen Sect to borrow the apron

When the Tartars attacked and Yang Yifei and the others counterattacked, it was already close to dawn. The time for the Tartars to attack was quite reasonable, which was when people were the most sleepy and sleep the deepest.

After Yang Yifei and his friends spent the darkest moment before dawn in the sky, the sky gradually became brighter. Because they were at an altitude of 5,000 meters, they naturally saw the rising sun earlier than the people on the ground.

After half an hour of flight, the helicopter had arrived in Fanchuan. Fan Kuai, the founding general of the early Han Dynasty, had a fief here, so he was named after the hills and mountains along the way, with pines and cypresses reflected in them, and paddy fields and vegetable gardens were continuous, as if there was a view of the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhongnan Mountain is about 460 miles long east-west, 110 miles widest, 30 miles narrowest, and 4,851 square kilometers in total. It starts from Baoji in the west and ends at Lantian in the east. It can be said to be very wide. The area where the Quanzhen Sect and the tomb of the Living Dead are located is located in the mountains in Fanchuan, about 90 miles south of Chang'an.

Looking down from the sky, I saw more than ten Taoist temple buildings scattered sparsely among the mountains. One of the largest palaces is Chongyang Palace. There is a vast square in front of the hall. At this time, many Taoist priests of Quanzhen gathered in the square and pointed at the helicopters in the sky.

A few miles west of Quanzhen Sect, a hemispherical building is located in a dense forest, like a bowl turned upside down on the ground, and naturally it is the tomb of the living dead.

Zhongnan Mountain has a steep terrain, rugged roads, five large valleys and over a hundred small valleys, so it is very difficult to find a location suitable for a tarmac on the mountain. Within a radius of dozens of miles of the tomb of the living dead, there is no flat ground for parked helicopters.

After walking around the sky for a few times, Yang Yifei said helplessly to Li Mochou: "There is no choice but to subdue the magic weapon to Quanzhen Sect. Only the square in front of the Chongyang Palace is spacious enough to park the magic weapon."

The Ancient Tomb Sect and the Quanzhen Sect never interacted with each other. Li Mochou's master also repeatedly reminded the disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect not to get close to the Quanzhen Sect, nor to deal with the Quanzhen Taoist priests.

But now the situation is special and I can't take care of so much. What's more, after knowing the past of the ancestor's mother-in-law and Wang Chongyang, Li Mochou no longer cared about these so-called rules.

Therefore, after hearing Yang Yifei's words, Li Mochou said indifferently: "Then stop at Chongyang Palace! Anyway, I just borrowed their square and there was no loss to them. I guess they would not have any objection."

Yang Yifei said, "They dare not have any objections either."

After saying this, Yang Yifei pushed the joystick and descended the helicopter.

In front of the Chongyang Palace, the seven sons of Quanzhen had been alarmed by their disciples. Some disciples reported to them that a strange big bird flew from the sky, making strange buzzing sounds.

At this time, all the disciples of Quanzhen Sect ran out of the house and pointed at the helicopters in the sky and discussed it.

In addition to Changzhen's son Tan Chuduan, who had long died in the hands of Ouyang Feng, Danyang's son Ma Yu, Changchun's son Qiu Chuji, Yuyang's son Wang Chuyi, Taigu Zi Hao Datong, Changsheng's son Liu Chuxuan, and Qingjing Sansan Sun Buer and Liu all met in front of Chongyang Palace.

"Senior brothers, have you ever seen this thing?"

"What you see and what you hear and what you hear."

"This object has been hovering over the Chongyang Palace for several times, but I don't know what I mean."

Quanzhen Sixth Son's eyes were surprised, but no one could tell why. Suddenly, the six people's expressions condensed, and Qiu Chuji said, "Look, that thing is descending."

Ma Yu said solemnly: "Don't panic, find out what it is first."

The next moment, the strange thing made a huge sound, and when they heard the sound clearly, they suddenly realized and were amazed.

"Can the real person in Changchun be there? I am Yang Yifei. I will take this magic weapon to take a few companions up the mountain, and there is nowhere to park the magic weapon. I will borrow the Chongyang Palace Square for use. Please ask the real person to let the disciples disperse."

Qiu Chuji smiled at his fellow brothers and said, "It turns out that the magic power is coming, that's no wonder."

Hao Datong: "I don't know what Guigan is here when this Zhongshen Teng came to Zhongnan Mountain. He heard what he said, it seems that it is not to visit Quanzhen Sect, but to borrow somewhere to park magic weapons."

Ma Yu said: "No matter what, since Mr. Yang comes to Quanzhen Sect to borrow a place, we should naturally give it convenience. Brother Qiu, let the disciples leave the square first!"

"yes."

...

In front of the tomb of the Living Dead several miles away to the west, three figures stood in the open space in front of the door, and were also looking up at the helicopter in the sky.

All three are women, two are young and one is young. The oldest woman is about fifty years old. Her face is full of goose bumps and is quite ugly, but her eyes contain kindness and gentleness.

Another adult could not judge the specific age from his appearance, but he could roughly feel that his age was already quite old, and even if he was not as good as that ugly woman, he would not be much worse.

But the hairstyle on her head was still the hairstyle of a young girl who was not married, not a woman. She had a beautiful appearance, smooth and delicate skin, and no wrinkles. She had calm eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no expression on her face.

The remaining one was a little girl of five or six years old. She had a cute little face with a little baby fat, and a pair of big black and white eyes that were as bright as gems. Her tender and fair face was filled with innocence and ignorance of the world.

Since these three people are standing at the gate of the tomb of the Living Dead, there is no need to say much about their identities. They are Li Mochou's master, Grandma Sun and the young Xiaolongnu.

"Master, what is that?" Xiaolongnu's voice in childhood was soft and glutinous, making people feel relieved when they heard it, without the coldness of adulthood.

Li Mochou's master, Lin Chaoying's maid and disciple, and Lin Yu, the contemporary head of the ancient tomb sect, said expressionlessly: "I don't know."

At this moment, Yang Yifei's voice sounded, and the loudspeaker made his voice come here.

Grandma Sun said in surprise: "Magic weapon? Is this Yang Yifei a god?"

Lin Yu said coldly: "Where are any gods in this world?"

Grandma Sun thought for a moment and said, "Girl, I heard what Yang Yifei said. It seems that he did not come to visit Quanzhen Sect when he came to Zhongnan Mountain, but there are only us and Quanzhen Sect nearby. Do you see if it will..."

Lin Yu thought for a while and said, "You go and inquire about it secretly! Don't be discovered by those stinky Taoist priests."

"Okay." Grandma Sun responded, spread her body and rushed towards the Quanzhen Sect.

...

In the sky, Yang Yifei saw Quanzhen disciples gathered in the square dispersing one after another, so he put down the microphone of the onboard loudspeaker and controlled the helicopter to land.

As the helicopter descended, the air current brought by the propeller swept across the square in front of the Chongyang Palace. Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, Ma Yu and others were secretly shocked. The movement of this magic weapon was so loud. Could it be that this thing was carried by this strong wind and flew against the wind?

When the propeller slowly stopped, the strong wind disappeared. However, when they saw the propeller on the top of the helicopter, they immediately understood the principle of helicopter flight.

Sun Buer said in surprise: "Senior Brother, isn't this a bamboo dragonfly?"
Chapter completed!
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