Wudang Mountain.

Yan Jing'an, who officially worshiped the mountain as the Saint of Cihang Jingzhai, thought that her mind was peaceful, but her heart was like a mirror, but she found that her heart became less peaceful in front of this introduction boy's words.

Feeling excited?

No!

This is definitely impossible!

Yan Jing'an knew very well that she was not attracted to a Taoist boy, but that the other person's innocent words disturbed her mentality.

That precaution, that vigilance, the other party's attitude told him that he was wary of himself. Yan Jing'an could feel that this little Taoist boy named Zhang Wuji was really wary of him.

This is not a so-called conflict between Taoism and Buddhism, but a simple wariness between people.

When would she, the saint of Cihangjingzhai, be wary of a boy? Unlike adults, who each have their own thoughts and standpoints and create hostility, some only have the purest vigilance.

If a descendant of the Yingui Sect were here, they would definitely clapped their hands in agreement.

If Yue Yuan saw this scene, he would also give Zhang Wuji a thumbs up. At certain times, children's words are often more lethal than those of adults.

Her watery eyes stared gently at the two Taoist boys in front of her. Under her gaze, the faces of the two Taoist boys Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji turned red as they looked up and down, looking very embarrassed and shy.

Just because of their masculinity, the two of them had no choice but to stand firm and follow the eyes that seemed to see through them in order not to lose the face of the Wu-Tang Clan.

Eyes shift.

Yan Jing'an's eyes swept back and forth between Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, and he could slightly infer the two boys' temperaments from their expressions and expressions. From a young age to an older one, the child named Song Qingshu

I prefer women, and this Wuji...

Although the Wudang Sect is a Taoist sect and has been inherited by the Quanzhen Taoist tradition, it does not prohibit marriage like the Quanzhen Sect, so it is not surprising that Song Qingshu has such a small thought.

As Yan Jing'an took a step forward, Zhang Wuji dragged Song Qingshu back a small step cautiously.

Seeing this, Yan Jing'an couldn't help but laugh and cry, and asked: "Is your name Wuji? Why does your mother say that a woman like me can lie?" At the same time, Yan Jing'an also became interested in Zhang Wuji's mother.

Interested.

In any case, a woman who can teach her son such things is probably the characteristic of the woman Wuji mentioned.

Come to think of it, his mother must have been a very beautiful witch who deceived people into dying without repaying her life.

But Yan Jing'an disagreed with this, because she, Cihang Jingzhai, was from a Buddhist sect, and monks never lied.

"Because you look good!"

In this regard, Zhang Wuji answered Yan Jing'an's question honestly. As a good boy on Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji was much more obedient than Song Qingshu.

"..."

On the side, Song Qingshu could only sigh silently when he heard Zhang Wuji's slightly silly words, and wanted to cover his entire face with his little hands. He simply couldn't bear to watch this scene anymore.

Yingying smiled, and Yan Jing'an asked again: "Your mother is an interesting woman."

"Where is your mother?"

One sentence of questions directly solidified the awkward atmosphere.

Zhang Wuji's eyes were slightly red and he remained silent.

Song Qingshu also fell silent.

"!!!"

Such a scene naturally surprised Yan Jing'an. After careful reflection, coupled with the general understanding of the Wudang Sect collected during this period, the woman who could say such a thing after seeing this scene would be Yan Jing'an.

Who.

Yin Susu is the daughter of Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King of Mingjiao.

And this Taoist boy named Wuji is Zhang Wuxia's son...then the other one should be Song Yuanqiao's son.

As the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, Yan Jing'an has done a lot of preparation work. He also has a general understanding of the current situation of the world and the grudges between various factions. Everything seems to be calm between Wudang and Shaolin Temple.

, in fact, there are waves and undercurrents.

Although Yan Jing'an had not personally experienced that scene, she knew very well that the people who forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death on Wudang Mountain were in some ways the boy's enemies.

Will he take revenge?

Looking carefully, Yan Jing'an did not see any emotion in Zhang Wuji's body, but instead felt a sense of freedom and ease.

Inexplicably, Yan Jing'an suddenly felt that this Taoist boy was very suitable for their Buddhist sect.

Just as Yan Jing'an was deep in thought, a sound of slight footsteps slowly came from behind. Looking back, Yan Jing'an saw five Taoist priests of different ages walking towards him. It was the famous Taoist priest who was

The Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Back mountain.

Originally, on a clear day, the place would be filled with white mist, making it look like a fairyland. During this season of heavy rain, it was even more foggy, almost to the point where you could hardly see your fingers in the mist.

In the wind and clouds, a crane suddenly sounded.

It shattered the white mist and distracted the wind and rain.

The man standing in the pavilion admiring the rain was revealed.

A white-haired old Taoist priest, and beside the old Taoist priest were two white cranes standing side by side. The crane's cry just now was made by one of the cranes, and the slightly sad sound seemed to be from it.

The emotion about this scenery expresses some dissatisfaction.

"Ugh!"

"OK!"

"I understand, I'll take you with me next time I go out, okay?"

He was not dissatisfied at all with this white-haired old man. Instead, he said to Bai He beside him in a cheerful tone. He also touched Bai He's head with his hand. He looked like this white-haired old man.

The old Taoist has already understood what the white crane is saying.

"hehe……"

Amidst the laughter, the old white-haired Taoist fiddled with the feathers on the two cranes with his hands, but his eyes were slightly lost in thought, and he said to himself: "Just now I felt the sword intention of the Sword Canon, Ci.

People from Hangjingzhai have already come to pay homage to the mountain."

"We must have met two boys, Xiao Wuji and Qingshu."

"It's just that it still took such a long time for Cihang Jingzhai's successor to come to Wudang... Ha, this is a little longer than the old Taoist originally thought!"

"It seems... Cihang Jingzhai still doesn't take Senior Yue seriously."

I recalled the days when I had a bowl of herbal tea and listened to Miss Guo Er, who was the saint of Cihang Jingzhai, drink a large bowl of wine and eat large pieces of meat while nagging her about the things she collected from Cihang Jingzhai.

story, telling those bits and pieces.

Zhang Sanfeng knew very well that the biggest reason why Guo Xiang finally accepted the identity of Cihang Jingzhai Saint and allowed them to take advantage of her Guo family's reputation to rise was that she discovered Senior Yue in Cihang Jingzhai.

message.

For Guo Xiang after the Battle of Xiangyang, this was like a life-saving straw for a man who fell into the water.

She caught it.

Not only that, as long as there is news about Senior Yue anywhere, she will follow it. Whether it is a magic gate or a bright summit, she will try her best to get a foothold on it, but it is a pity...

"..."

His eyes were closed, and the body-protecting energy around his body was also dispersed by Zhang Sanfeng, allowing the drizzle to cross the pavilion and hit his face, making him wet.

Half a moment.

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and left, leaving the two white cranes alone there quietly.

After all, the saint who entertained Cihang Jingzhai might think that some of her disciples are a little immature in front of that sect. Buddhists have always been very talkative. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are just as talkative as their master.

It's not that good.

…

Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

A portrait was nailed straight to the wall in front of it.

What was painted on the painting was the white-haired Taoist priest who broke in in broad daylight and beat the two elders Xuan Ming to death in the palace with three moves. From that moment on, the little princess Min Min Muter could be said to have directly

was stimulated.

This Taoist priest has become the enemy of the man she said she wanted to be a Mongol hero.

Because of that name, King Ruyang entered the palace and used the most secret method. Since then, there was a man named Pang Ban in the palace of King Ruyang. Even King Ruyang showed great respect when facing this man.

Because this person is the last guarantee for their Mongolian golden family.

Yue Yuan!

This portrait was drawn by her own hands.

As a princess, she is actually good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she still focuses more on wisdom. She wants to become an enemy of ten thousand people, and the world is in the palm of her hand. In the deepest part of her heart

, the little princess actually envied a woman.
To be continued...