The invincible sword fairy of the beautiful president

Chapter 8
On this day, China was in turmoil.

Because Wudang Mountain issued an order to close the mountain.

Reject all tourists, reject all visitors.

This order has no deadline...

On Mount Wudang, thousands of disciples were busy arranging their things.

No one told them why, and no one knew why the leader suddenly made such a decision.

Wudang's decision to keep tourists away caused a lot of discussion among tourists.

"Is this Wudang person convulsed? Why is the mountain closed all of a sudden?"

At the foot of the mountain, a tourist was puzzled.

"Yeah! I've never heard of such a thing! It's never happened before!"

One tourist was puzzled.

"Did something happen?"

A tourist wondered.

No one knows exactly what happened, and no one knows what the people in Wudang Mountain are doing at the moment.

An hour has passed since Wudang Mountain was sealed off.

Most of the tourists waiting at the foot of the mountain have dispersed, and only a few are still waiting and looking forward to it.

It was snowing heavily, and on the mountain path, there was a vast expanse of whiteness. An old man who was over eighty years old walked down the mountain slowly.

"It's Reverend Wang! Reverend Wang has come out of the mountain!"

A tourist exclaimed after taking a closer look at the old man's appearance.

"What?! Daoist Wang came out of the mountain?!"

A tourist who was resting on the side of the road jumped up in shock.

"My God! Zhenren Wang hasn't come out of the mountain for more than 30 years! What the hell happened!"

A tourist's pale face was full of excitement, but his face suddenly became pale as paper again.

On the mountain path in the distance, Zhenren Wang was not alone, behind him was a mighty group of people.

The snow gradually stopped, and on the vast white mountain road, countless figures were particularly conspicuous at this moment.

"What exactly happened here?"

Such a spectacular sight had never been seen before.

Wudang Mountain disciples are already forming a long queue, walking towards the mountain gate.

"This battle... is it all down the mountain?"

The legs of the passenger standing in front of the mountain gate trembled.

Wudang disciples mobilized in full force. How long ago was there such a scene?
Even if Huaxia was attacked by many countries, this scene has never happened before, right?

On this day, the traffic to Qingshan was almost paralyzed, and all air tickets, boat tickets, and train tickets were sold out.

No one knows exactly what happened, but on every vehicle that can go to Qingshan, some Taoist priests wearing black and white Taoist robes can often be seen.

Some of them are only in their teens, some have gray hair, and some have to be supported when they walk.

"In the end what happened?"

This is the doubt in everyone's mind, but when someone asked, none of these Taoist priests answered, because even they didn't know what happened.

They received only one order, to rush to Qingshui City and Qingshan with the fastest speed.

Today, there are a large number of guests in the deserted Qingshan. They are wearing Taoist robes, with calm faces and a little excitement, walking towards the mountain with steady steps.

……

Michelle Yeoh had been standing for more than five hours, she could feel her legs were a little numb, but she didn't dare to complain.

Because she knew that compared with herself, Zhang Wenyuan, who was still kneeling on the ground at this moment, was really uncomfortable.

He has been kneeling for more than five hours without moving at all, let alone getting up.

Glancing secretly at the grandfather next to her, Michelle Yeoh already wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

There are still many things in her company that need to be dealt with by her, so standing here like this is still not an option.

Suddenly, a figure flickered, and Michelle Yeoh felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, and a black and white figure appeared in front of Zhang Wenyuan.

His hair was snow-white, and his Taoist robe had been washed from black to gray.

His arrival did not make Zhang Wenyuan feel bad. Zhang Wenyuan knocked at the house again as if he had already known about this person's arrival.

The old man was about eighty years old, he knelt down on both knees without saying a word, and kowtowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the house.

"Grandfather..."

The old voice, with a little thick feeling, mixed with a trace of desolation and crying.

What made Michelle Yeoh even more surprised was that shortly after the old man came, several people came and quickly walked behind the old man, and also knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times.

As time passed, more and more people gathered on the mountainside. The first thing they did when they came here was to kneel down and salute, and then they knelt on the ground without saying a word.

The number of people gradually increased from Zhang Wenyuan alone to a hundred.

This number is still increasing.

Looking around, hundreds of Taoist priests were kneeling on the ground, they didn't say a word, although there were a lot of people, they were terrifyingly quiet.

In this world, only the sound of howling cold wind can be heard.

Before they knew it, there was no place for Yang Shaofeng and others to stand on the mountainside. In desperation, the three had no choice but to retreat to the mountain road.

However, as time went by, there was no place for them to stand on the mountain road.

In desperation, the three retreated to the foot of the mountain again.

At this moment, there are already thousands of Taoist priests kneeling on the mountain road, and they are all facing the inconspicuous private house.

"Chief, go back and rest." Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xiao Zhang glanced at the time on his watch and reminded, "It's cold, and staying outside for a long time is not good for your health, and you still have injuries."

"Yeah, I'm old." Yang Shaofeng looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him who had already knelt down at the foot of the mountain, and sighed.

"Xiao Zhang, go to the nearby military area and let the priests know what they need, and they will meet it unconditionally."

"Yes."

……

Boom!Boom!thump...

The crisp knock on the door echoed in the tidy office.

"Come in." Tang Yanran put down the document in her hand.

The door opened, and a thin man wearing glasses walked in quickly.

"Mr. Tang, why did you not answer the phone calls you made so many times?"

"Telephone?" Tang Yanran frowned slightly, and then her pretty face turned pale.

At this moment when someone mentioned it, she remembered that she had left her phone at home.

"Is something wrong?"

"The project we were talking about last time, he agreed, and he called you many times but you didn't answer. It all came to me." The man said anxiously, and put the document in Tang Yanran's hand. on the desk.

"You better hurry up and call them back, otherwise this project that has been negotiated with great difficulty may not be possible."

"I see..." Tang Yanran's pretty face became paler, "Then you go out first, I'll call him back later."

"Ok."

The office door was slowly closed, Tang Yanran's eyes were slightly red, she looked at Ye Tian who was sitting quietly on the sofa, "Ye Tian...how about...let's go back again?"

(End of this chapter)