[Comprehensive martial arts] Wuji his brother

Zhang Wuzhang didn't intend to reunite with his parents. Pu Yi got the rumor that "Xie Xun is dead". After he left his mark, he left this small town again. nearly ten villages and towns.

Zhang Wuzhang has been calculating the distance, since he and Zhang Cuishan were separated during the storm, it has been more than half a month.

During this period of time, Zhang Wuzhang also found out the location of this place clearly. It takes at least a month to go to Wudang Mountain by water, and half a month by fast horse. At this time, Zhang Sanfeng's birthday is only twenty days away. Another five or six days of delay will effectively prevent Zhang Cuishan from appearing at the birthday banquet.

Ten years later, Zhang Cuishan returned to the Central Plains, and he couldn't hold back his desire to meet his master and brothers.Apart from the disappearance of the eldest son, Zhang Wuzhang really couldn't think of any way to hold Zhang Cuishan back.

——Of course, what really made Zhang Cuishan decide to commit suicide was not that various sects on Wudang Mountain pressed Xie Xun for information, but that he learned that it was Yin Susu who indirectly caused Yu Daiyan to be crippled and crippled, unable to bear such a blow.

How to resolve this catastrophe, Zhang Wuzhang had thought of a solution long before he went to the Central Plains, he advocated making decisions before acting, and would never wait until something was imminent before starting to scratch his head.

Zhang Wuzhang's good mood didn't last long, he kept walking towards the outside of the Skyhawk Sect's sphere of influence, because of the long distance, after sleeping in the wild for one night, he set off again in the early morning of the next day.

From a long distance away, Zhang Wuzhang frowned, with a thin nose, he put his right hand into his left sleeve calmly, held a sharp bone knife, and secretly guarded himself.

After walking a little further, I saw a few dead bodies strewn about on the side of the road. Judging by their attire, they were all farmers plowing the fields on both sides.

Zhang Wuzhang squatted down and checked briefly. They all had whip marks and knife marks on their bodies, but they died from being trampled by horses' hooves, with blood all over their ears and noses. The appearance of death was horrific.

Judging from the condition of the corpse, the assailant had only left for an hour or two.Zhang Wuzhang's expression was cold, and he walked forward quickly. After driving for another hour, he felt that the traces of human activities became more obvious.

Zhang Wuzhang listened attentively, and there were bursts of crying and howling in front of him, his face became even colder by a third, he breathed out his true energy, meditated on Wudang's heart method, and hurried on his way.

He was very good at hunting on Binghuo Island, and worked hard on lightness kung fu. After more than twenty ups and downs, he arrived near the village.

Three peasant women and several children were crying on the ground, and there were bloodstains on the dirt road, but the bodies had been removed.

Zhang Wuzhang stopped far away, disguised himself as a little beggar again, walked around this area and walked away.He walked forward for a while, passing a dilapidated thatched house, and heard an old man smoking a pipe squatting at the door and sneered: "This beggar is so stupid, what can you ask for here? There is no rich man, only ghosts!"

Zhang Wuzhang stopped to look at him, turned his head to indicate the village entrance, and asked, "Old man?"

But the old man ignored him, and while twisting the shredded tobacco, he sang in a low voice: "Meng Yuan passed away, no blade of grass was left, a vacuum hometown, no old mother!"

This is the ballad of the early days of the White Lotus Sect, Zhang Wuzhang's heart moved, with some anger in his fear, he said in a deep voice: "I have traveled all the way from south to north, and I have never seen such a tragedy!"

Everyone in Jianghu heard about the Tianying Sect's expression, but it can be seen that in the area under the jurisdiction of the Tianying Sect, there will not be any evil deeds of ordinary farmers being slaughtered in the street.

"I heard from the men from the caravan that there is a group of more vicious people than Yuan Bing further north. How dare Yuan Bing go to their territory to shit and pee?" The old man raised his eyes numbly, and said slowly , "But if you want to escape, it's better not to turn back and continue to the north. This group of people seems to have come all the way from the north, passed through here, and then went south."

This old man is afraid that he also has some status in the White Lotus Sect, otherwise he would not know so clearly.Zhang Wuzhang wondered in his mind, could it be that this group of Yuan soldiers came from Yuan Dadu and was ordered to intercept Zhang Cuishan and others?

With no expression on his face, he thanked the old man and left slowly.

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More than a dozen middle-aged men dressed in the uniform of Yuan soldiers rode horses and galloped through the forest. They were entrusted with secret orders to abandon official roads and never enter towns. They only rested in villages and walked on small roads.

The armor of the leader is even more gorgeous, as strong as a bear, his eyes are bright and introverted, his hands are as thick as vines, and his veins are protruding, which obviously makes him good at palming.

The road ahead was a rare and smooth one in the woods. The man's spirits lifted, he twitched his whip and cracked it in the air, causing the horses under his crotch to gallop wildly.

After walking for a short distance, unexpectedly, several hemp ropes were raised in the grass under his feet, the height of which was equivalent to the four hooves of a horse.Some of the more than ten people hadn't responded yet, and some tried to pull the horse but it was too late. Except for the two who fell behind, all of them were thrown out horizontally.

Only the man in the lead grabbed the rein abruptly, forcibly lifted the horse, and narrowly avoided the hemp ropes.

He turned his head to look over, and saw that most of his subordinates were trampled to death by more than a dozen frightened horses after falling to the ground, and the rest were pierced by cold arrows from nowhere.

The leader was furious, and was waiting to see who did it, but unexpectedly his horse's hooves fell again, and there was a tripping rope in front of him, so he was tripped straight.

The steed neighed and fell to the ground. The leader stepped on the horse and jumped into the air. He barely turned around in the air and was shot by a cold arrow before he landed.Fortunately, he dodged in time, and the arrow only hit his ribs, but it was not fatal.

The leader took a deep breath and looked diagonally upwards where the cold arrow was shot, only to see a beggar in ragged clothes squatting on the tallest branch of a hundred-year-old tree, holding a bow and arrow, leaning over to look at him.

Seeing that the beggar does not look like an adult, but the other party has set up an arrow, and the tip of the arrow is pointing at him.The leader shouted: "But the White Lotus Sect rebelled against the people, how dare you kill us?"

"Since you are the rebels of the White Lotus Sect, shouldn't you be killed?" Zhang Wuzhang smiled, "You don't have to think about delaying time. Since I dare to show up, I'm not afraid of you getting away."

The leader also thought to himself that it might be difficult to escape this time, but if he can win him down, it is unknown who will win and who will lose, so he said: "The White Lotus Sect doesn't have such methods, can you please register yourself?"

He wasn't just a fierce and aggressive person, he was secretly thinking about how to coax him off the tree, but unexpectedly, the other party jumped off the branch directly.

The leader was ecstatic in his heart. Looking at this kid's body skills, he was considered second-rate at most in the Jianghu. While he was still in the air, he immediately forced a breath of true energy, but felt that the true energy was too lazy to mobilize. He paused and was shocked. Said: "Is there poison on the arrow?"

Zhang Wuzhang fell to the ground, and wondered: "Why, is it possible that you think that the person who trips the horse and plots against him is an upright gentleman? What's the matter with poisoning, you have the ability to crush me to death?"

He could have killed the opponent with an arrow from the tree, but he didn't want him to die so lightly, so he deliberately taunted him a few words, and sure enough, he saw the leader trembling all over, staring at him with tearful eyes.

Zhang Wuzhang has been following them secretly for several days, he plotted to kill the scouts who explored the road first, and waited here for a long time before waiting for them.

It took him a lot of effort to arrange these objects. At this time, he should have enjoyed the happy time of cats catching mice, but he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he shot arrows over without saying a word.

The leader barely dodged the second arrow, but was shot by several subsequent arrows one after another, fell to the ground and died with a tearing roar.

Zhang Wuzhang took a deep breath, pulled out the bone knife hidden in his cuff, and stabbed each neck one by one, making sure that everyone was dead.

He went to search the leader's body first, and reached out to take a scroll from his waist, but tried several times before he could untie the knot.

Zhang Wuzhang was about to take it apart to have a look, but he heard a cold voice saying: "Your hands are shaking like this, boy, is this the first time to kill someone?"

The voice seemed close but not close, far and not far away, with a strong breath of death, like a dying patient, and like an old ghost from the underworld.

Zhang Wuzhang was startled, moved the scroll with his right hand, put the scroll in the cuff of his left hand, held down the handle of the bone knife, turned around and said, "Who?"

"He is cruel and black, but he is a good seed. It's a pity that his martial arts are too poor. Since you still want to meddle in other people's business, is it possible that all decent people in the world will die?" The other party did not show up, but whispered, "If you Get rid of all these bad habits, but you can follow me as a little ghost, and you will have a companion in the underworld."

Zhang Wuzhang knows how to create his own image to the outside world. If the person standing opposite him is a decent person, he will definitely pour some chicken soup on him, saying that "what a chivalrous hero needs is not martial arts, but a fiery heart", but this person The ghostly characters are obviously not decent.

Without even hesitating, he continued, "Senior, if you want to have companionship in the underworld, you might as well save my life. Wouldn't it be better for me to send more people down to accompany you?"

The other party laughed strangely: "Then wait for ordinary people, what's the use of having more?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wuzhang only felt a gust of dark wind blowing towards his face, and a cold hand pressed on his shoulder.

Zhang Wuzhang blurted out: "Yin Jiuyou?!"

As early as when this person spoke out, he was thinking hard. Even though this is the world of Jin Yong's martial arts hodgepodge, he still can't seem to find such a half-human, half-ghost character.

——In Gu Long's novels, there is a person who fully fits this description.

The other party talked about admiring him, but Zhang Wuzhang was keenly aware of the other party's killing intent. The martial arts of the two sides were incomparable. If they were touched, they would die within a second, so it would be better to try their best to deceive him.

The ghost hand that touched him withdrew, and the other party snorted: "The little Taoist has a bit of wink."

He was afraid that he had discovered Zhang Wuzhang's Taoist internal strength, so he said immediately: "Hey, you villain's behavior is definitely not something those ox-nosed people can get used to. This Taoist priest will not last long, so follow me."

The cold wind came again, but instead of pinching his shoulders, it clasped his hands.Zhang Wuzhang's right hand holding the bone knife made him pull it up, and saw that the edge of the knife was glowing dark purple, obviously poisoned.