Gao Qiang held Yang Xueyi in one hand and walked up the mountain.

He knew that he took this matter too seriously. Yang Xueyi had a very good health and had a very mild pregnancy reaction. She was only in her early three months. The doctor said that after three months, it would be a sluggish period, so it would not be a problem.

But he still had to support Yang Xueyi carefully. When he thought of the girl he loved had his own little baby in his stomach, Gao Qiang was bubbling happily. Yang Xueyi knew that he was doing something small, but when he thought of being valued so much, he heard his firm "guarantee" just now, and felt happy and walked slowly up the mountain with him.

Yang Xueyi was dressed in goose yellow clothes, a hat on her head, and a veil drooped down, covering her peerless face. This was the case when she had to get off the car and stay in the hotel along the way. Gao Qiang didn't want her beauty to cause too much trouble. After all, it was a troublesome time, not as usual. Gao Qiang helped her, strolled up the mountain, pointed at it everywhere, and told some stories. He grew up in Wudang Mountain since he was a child, and he was extremely familiar with every tree here. Yang Xueyi also had relish in listening to it, but when she thought of her, she had to face many outsiders in a blink of an eye, she didn't know what it felt like. After all, this was her first time to get out of the door, and she had to face many people. Although she was a member of Gao Qiang's master, she was also a stranger to her.

In order to persuade her, Gao Qiang told her in detail about the composition of the Wudang Sect, from Zhang Sanfeng to the famous and famous figure of the third generation of disciples. He conveyed a very clear message to her: Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain is the best master in the world! Wudang Sect is as safe as an iron barrel. Wudang disciples have very good character.

Gao Qiang hesitated a little when he said the last sentence. Now people are walking up the mountain and are even more suspicious: Could there be no problem with Chen Youliang, right?

The two walked forward and walked to the hillside, but saw a group of 17 or 18-year-old boys in white dancing with swords. A teenager in white was wearing a black belt, which was different from others. He stood on the side to supervise everyone. He watched Gao Qiangyu and Yang Xueyi come up, strode towards them, and clasped his fists and said, "I don't know where... Oh! Is Senior Brother Gao Qiang. Are you back?"

When Gao Qiang saw the boy, he looked handsome and broad. It was Shen Qiufeng, a disciple under Zhang Cuishan he met seven years ago when he went up the mountain. He even fought. Unexpectedly, he came here again this time.

He quickly returned the tribute and said, "It turns out to be Junior Brother Qiufeng, the Grand Master, are you all good at me?"

Shen Qiufeng laughed and said, "Senior brother, Grand Master, and all the uncles are all good."

He slowed down slightly, "It's a coincidence that you came back today. The Zhenwu Hall is busy, so you might as well go up and take a look."

Gao Qiang saw that he was laughing strangely. After asking a few questions, Shen Qiufeng just shook his head and said nothing. Shen Qiufeng asked Yang Xueyi about his identity. Gao Qiang also smiled and said nothing. The two looked at each other and laughed. Gao Qiang bowed to his goodbye. But when they saw the two of them talking, the disciples were lazy and slicking their eyes toward this side. They thought to themselves: It was the same as a few years ago, and the rules of Wudang Mountain were too loose.

He immediately took Yang Xueyi to the mountain, and his subordinates secretly pushed her to him, blocking everyone's sight with their body, and let Yang Xueyi go first. The back of his palace thought to himself: Wherever he goes, the beautiful sisters are all the attention... You guys are still a little younger when they meet me, the rogue ancestor... He took Yang Xueyi all the way up the mountain, and saw a few more disciples, so he went straight to the Zhenwu Hall, watching the outstanding third-generation disciples under the Seven Heroes of Wudang outside the hall, all guarding each other, facing the hall, and exposing their backs towards the gate, not knowing what happened in the hall.

He saw this scene first, and then he heard a familiar voice in his ears: "Little monk, this time I come to visit Zhenren Zhang, is it difficult to meet?"

He secretly used his internal force to make a sentence, which spread throughout the mountain for a while. Gao Qiang was afraid that the monk would hurt Yang Xueyi's fetal aura, so a cotton and true aura in his hand passed. Yang Xueyi shook her head. Gao Qiang couldn't see clearly through the veil, and knew that she was fine, so he felt relieved.

He was only then slowly coming to the gods. I wonder why Monk Sumozhi ran to Wudang Mountain with a gaze? Isn’t this guy the tycoon of Mongolia?

A voice full of energy came from the Zhenwu Hall in Mo Shenggu and said angrily: "Monkey, don't be ungrateful. We respect you as a famous master in the martial arts world, but we disrespect the Tartar Emperor behind you!"

He just listened to a thick voice and said, "Everyone should be restless, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

Gao Qiang heard Daqi and his voice was rough and hoarse, and quite magnetic. It was the voice of Wu Lie, the owner of Zhu Wu Lianzhuang, but it was not difficult to identify. I wonder why this guy is a peacemaker?

He pulled Yang Xueyi, took two steps, coughed twice, and like a disciple turned around. When he saw that it was him, he looked happy, but he did not dare to speak loudly. A disciple under Yu Daiyanzha whispered: "Senior brother, go in and take a look, the Mongolian Tartars are here."

Gao Qiang felt strange when he heard this. The Six Sect had not yet besieged Guangmingding. What does the imperial court mean to send people to Wudang Mountain?

He pulled Yang Xueyi and whispered: "Madam, come into the hall later. Don't say anything, it's up to me."

When Yang Xueyi saw him calling her wife in public, she felt sweet and nodded in agreement.

Gao Qiang nodded to the other brothers, saying hello. When the others saw him going out for two years, they brought back a "wife" and were surprised and asked to debut. Gao Qiang gently supported Yang Xueyi and entered through the side door of the hall. He glanced up, but saw the crowd in the hall sitting left and right, clearly distinguishing.

But I saw Wudang people on the left head of the hall, and the Mongolian side on the right head of the hall.

Gao Qiang led Yang Xueyi's hand and silently entered through the door on the left side, so he did not see the faces of the Wudang people. Instead, the Mongolian side on the opposite side entered Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi and looked at them all.

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi stood still and looked carefully. Although he could not see the faces of the Wudang people in front of him, he recognized them just by relying on his back.

But I saw the left head of the hall, the seven heroes of Wudang were all sitting on chairs, and the seven people were empty on their heads. Naturally, they were preparing for Zhang Sanfeng who had been closed all year round. Behind each of the seven people was a disciple. Behind Song Yuanqiao was a bright green robe, Song Qingshu, the young man stood straight, like a javelin, and was heroic; behind Yu Daiyan was the bright moon dressed in a Taoist boy; and behind Zhang Cuishan was Zhang Wuji, this boy has grown strong for two years, with a wide back, not like his father's weakness; behind Yin Liting was the only female disciple in the hall, Yin Baobao, who was fourteen years old. The little girl was young and had a cute braid on her head. She was wearing pink clothes, very cute.

Gao Qiang was not very familiar with the other disciples behind the uncles, and he just knew each other, so he just glanced at them.

On the right side of the hall, there was a Mongolian side, with three people sitting on the side.

The first thing to sit on the ground was Bodhidharma. After entering the palace, the monk didn't know what to eat. The crystal jade light on his face was dazzling. He became more and more solemn in the earth. He just didn't know whether his Buddhist practice and martial arts were diligent. Behind him was the disciple Carpa, who was born with divine power, holding a heavy vajra behind him, his eyes wide open like a standing eyebrows.

Gao Qiang looked down and couldn't believe his eyes.

The person sitting at the bottom of Bodhidharma Zhi was Wu Lie. Wu Lie has not seen him for two years. He looks a little rich, has a fat face, and seems to have a good life. However, he has a calm face and is wearing a Mongolian official uniform!

Wu Lie's lower head was Zhu Changling dressed in a state of outerwear. His face was full of embarrassment. He sat there, looking at his butt that seemed to be unstable and restless. Behind him was Zhu Jiuzhen. She looked down at her father with anger, but when she looked up at Zhang Wuji, she became tender and gentle. Gao Qiang felt extremely strange. Zhu Changling, who was once a guest of honor at Wudang, why did Wu Lie reach the court, and how could Wu Lie become a Mongolian official?

Then he listened to Sumozhi and said slowly: "Don't you be so restrained? Mr. Wu Lie is already the general of the imperial court to protect the country and promote his power, and he is a serious father-in-law, everyone..."

Zhang Wuji suddenly spoke out and said angrily: "If you hadn't attacked them, how could Sister Ying be taken away as a concubine?"

Gao Qiang was confused after hearing this. Hearing this, when the people from Zhuwu Lianzhuang returned to Kunlun in the Western Regions, were they sent by the court to plunder again? Wu Qingying actually plundered the Mongolian Tartar emperor and became an imperial concubine?

However, after thinking about it, Wu Lie and his daughter have never had any clear position and are not very successful in being a human being. No wonder Wu Lie can still sit there with a thick face, but Zhu Changling doesn't know why he came here to make trouble.

Before Gao Qiang could figure it out, Bodhidharma Zhi glanced at Zhang Wuji, and saw him standing behind Zhang Cuishan. When he turned his mind, he knew that it was Zhang Cuishan's beloved son Zhang Wuji. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Look, you are also the third-generation disciple of Wudang Mountain. On Shaoshi Mountain, the disciple under the young monk was defeated by Zhang Zhenren's disciple. Four years later, I wonder if you have such ability?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "What if I win?"

Bodhidharma said: "If you win, we will go down the mountain immediately and say nothing more. I just don't know what to do if you lose?"

Zhang Wuji sneered, "If I win, you will go down the mountain now. If I lose, let you stay on Wudang Mountain for a few days to see if you have the blessing to see my Grand Master."

Zhang Wuji said a word, Gao Qiang saw Song Daqiao nodded slightly. Bodhidharma Zhi took Wu Lie up the mountain. If he wanted to force himself to go down the mountain, he would not talk about his face at first. Zhang Sanfeng once instructed his disciples, saying that Bodhidharma Zhi had strong internal strength and told everyone that if he wanted to go alone, he would run away immediately and would never be ashamed. At this moment, this monk is here. If he wanted to force himself to fight, everyone in Wudang would be very likely to be injured. Su Mozhi nodded and closed his head: "One word is certain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Carba walked out with a vajra, heavy weapons slashed across the floor, making a bang.

Carpa said in a muffled voice: "The vajra is one zhang long and weighs fifty-three pounds."

He thought to himself: This time, the old man Zhang was not pretending to be a ghost behind him. I used heavy weapons to beat your brain. If that little devil was there last time, I would have to peel him off!

Zhang Wuji sneered twice, stretched his body, bent his legs in the air, pulled his hands out, and pulled out a judge's pen from each other on the outside of his legs. The pens intersected and made a jingle sound.

Others slammed and said, "Monk, you should take the move first!"

Carbaha smiled: "This is what you asked for!"

Zhang Wuji's words were very frivolous. When he saw Carpa lifting the vajra in one fell swoop, he pulled back his left leg, and just turned up and down, and he had a solemn aura on his body. He didn't dare to underestimate this monk in his heart. After all, when Carpa fought against Gao Qiang, he was watching.

With a wave of the Carpa Vajra, he used the lotus pestle technique unique to the Tibetan Tantra. Although the name of this pestle sounds good, it is as fast as the wind when used. A vajra can dance into a leafy lotus shape in one move. This pestle technique looks beautiful and dignified from the outside, but it is fast and ruthless. If you want to rub the flesh and bones of a person, the lotus pestle will turn into a blood-colored red flower in an instant.

Gao Qiang couldn't help but feel nervous when he looked at it. He saw that the Kung Fu of Carpa had made progress in the past few years, and he was three points stronger than before. Looking at Zhang Wuji again, he saw that he only danced with his pen, and his body moved forward and backward with his own rules. With his unique elegance and slightness, the left and right judges did not touch the vajra head-on, and he leaned on the best light skills to stab the big acupoint on Carpa's body.

But when he saw him stabbing out his stroke, his essence, energy, and spirit were all wonderful. He would be saved by attacking the enemy. He only had a fluttering pen, and the judge's pen made a sound of hissing wind. Although the sound was light, he could hear the sound of a kiss in the whistling wind of the Carpa Vajra.

Gao Qiang looked carefully and found that the way Zhang Wuji used was actually Zhu Changling's brushstrokes. Looking at Zhu Jiuzhen again, he was indeed shy, looking at Zhang Wuji with attention and pride.

After a moment, I heard the sound of wind and wind as the weapons were waving in the house, and sometimes it was mixed with the sound of the clothes and sleeves, but I didn't hear the sound of metal collision.

Carba danced his vajra twice, swept across it, forcing Zhang Wuji away, smashed the vajra heavily on the ground, and the stone slab shattered, and said angrily: "Boy, do you dare not take the vajra of Buddha?"

Zhang Wuji was so handsome that he took two steps back. He listened to Carpa's words, with a little disdain on his face and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you can't take my three moves!"

Carpa laughed furiously: "Take it!"

He thrust his pestle and hit him horizontally, like a bamboo pole, fast and fast, the head of the vajra in the middle shook, and the pestle turned into six pestles, like a six-leaf lotus, cage Zhang Wuji's upper body in.

Judge Zhang Wuji's pen seemed to be slow and fast, and he pressed it on the head of the vajra. Then he quickly turned four times with the vajra, and then he went outward. This time, it was mixed with Carpa's own power, Zhang Wuji's power. Combined with the power of the two, Carpa couldn't control it. He relaxed his hand, and the vajra flew back with a shout, breaking through the wall!
Chapter completed!