Washing powder [Comprehensive martial arts]

After the Waking of Insects, there are many more martial arts people coming and going from the small western town than last year.

During this period of time, the shop assistants in the city have received countless customers with swords and swords and various weapons. Today is even fresher. Two foreigners, a man and a woman, came to the shop.

Why do you say they are foreigners?

Because in the territory of Middle-earth, there are people from all over the country who dress in different ways and different ethnic groups, but there is no one who dresses like them.These two, at a glance, came from the Tianshan Mountains or farther to the west.

The woman was wearing a purple dress with a veil covering her face and a jewel on her forehead. Just looking at her eyebrows and eyes, she should be a very young girl.The young man who was traveling with him was dressed in colorful clothes with intricate patterns, as if surrounded by a mass of brocade. It wasn't until they randomly found an empty table and sat down that no one else noticed that the young man had black hair and black eyes, and his facial features were no different from those of a Chinese.

The waiter greeted them and asked them to order. The woman lowered her eyes and fiddled with the glittering gold chain ornament on the back of her hand carelessly. The young man ordered in a gentle voice. He spoke Chinese fluently, but there was a strong cumin smell in his accent. .

"I don't regret my sister..." also came from the boy's mouth, but this time the voice was natural.

However, he just didn't lose his taste when he pronounced these four words.

Yu Man sighed inwardly, it was her who yelled "Sister Bugui".

As a little dragon girl, she practiced swordsmanship in Zhongnan Mountain; as Yan Ying, she opened a shop next to Zhonghua Pavilion;

This time, she transmigrated into Yang Buhui, the daughter of Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu.Ten years ago, I went to Persia, and this time I came back with Zhang Wuji to complete a very important task.

That's right, the young man in front of him is the leading man, Zhang Wuji.

"Why don't we go directly to the Bright Summit? The whereabouts of Dai Qisi, the Bright Messenger and Dharma King on the Middle Earth must know more than us." Zhang Wuji asked in a low voice.

Yu Man took off her veil, twirled the hair by her ears, and said angrily: "Mingjiao in Zhongtu has been torn apart decades ago, they can't even take care of themselves, so what can they know?"

"The sea of ​​people is vast, where do we find them..." Zhang Wuji had no idea, and sighed with his head down.

Yu Man raised her eyebrows, hooked her fingers mysteriously, put her two heads together with Zhang Wuji, and whispered, "I already have a clue."

Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up suddenly, and he silently urged Yu Man to speak quickly.

Yu Man raised her index finger and shook it, with an inscrutable look, "Listen to my command, don't act rashly, lest you startle the snake."

Bringing the apostate saintess Daikis back to Persia was the last thing they did for the Persian religion, and after that, they were free.

Zhang Wuji nodded vigorously, and earnestly assured: "Don't act rashly, I'll listen to you."

They ordered ordinary meals, and the kitchen was ready soon. When the waiter served the dishes, he couldn't help but glance at Yu Man's face, and then he was startled, quite surprised.

This female guest also has a pure Chinese appearance, without any exotic taste, and she looks young, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

After the waiter left, Yu Man took the chopsticks handed over by Zhang Wuji, and motioned him to come over and continue whispering with her eyes.

"Don't tell anyone about my mother." Yu Man stared into Zhang Wuji's eyes, biting every word hard, and her tone was very serious.

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh, and said angrily, "Sister Bugui, who do you think I am..."

He has never talked too much.

Yu Man hurriedly picked up a chopstick dish for him, and explained in a good voice, "I'm afraid you'll miss the point."

"Don't worry, I won't let you slip the tongue when you say it." Zhang Wuji snorted.

He was taken care of by Aunt Ji and Sister Buhui a lot, he would only worry about their worries and would never make things difficult for them.

Yu Man smiled, and the two began to concentrate on eating.

"Master, the disciples saw it with their own eyes, they just entered here."

Before the sharp voice of the woman outside the door settled, a group of people poured in from the restaurant. The leader was a middle-aged female monk with a grim expression. .

Like the other guests in the restaurant, Yu Man and Zhang Wuji looked up, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes, but the group of heroines also looked over and gave Yu Man a good look.

Yu Man struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, and looked at Zhang Wuji, full of bewilderment, they sat not far from the door, and the monk led the girls to stand in front of the table in three steps.

It was right to come towards them, Yu Man was secretly on guard.To be more precise, it was aimed at her.

But she has never had any grudges with anyone since she entered Middle Earth, so why did she come out this time?

The two sides stared wide-eyed, and neither of them spoke for a while, and the strangeness spread in the silence.

"Min Jun..." The monk looked aside coldly.

The tall slender woman on the left lowered her head in a panic, shivering all over.

The young monk on the right complained in a low voice to the tall slender woman, "Junior Sister Ding, this girl only looks to be in her teens, how could she be the Purple Shirt Dragon King."

Yu Man listened silently, and thought to herself, could these people be from the Emei sect?So, take the lead with this tough-looking woman...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help taking a breath.Hearing this, the other party must have admitted the wrong person, but even so, it was scary enough to be blocked in the restaurant by Miejue Shitai.

"Master, master!" Ding Minjun raised his head abruptly, his neck stiffened, "Even if it's not the Zishan Dragon King, these two people dress up and behave strangely, and they must have something to do with the Demon Sect."

These people are the Emei faction headed by Miejue Shitai.They came here because Ding Minjun swears to Juejue Shitai that he has detected the traces of the Demon Sect King Zishan Dragon King. As a result, a group of people came aggressively, but they made such a big joke.

Yu Man felt that if she didn't say anything at this time, she would be too soft.

"You Central Plains people, are you all so rude?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in Emei was stunned, and suddenly became quiet.

It's about Huaxia's reputation, and a sense of honor and disgrace arises spontaneously. Thinking about it carefully, it seems... not very good for them to talk about others so openly.

After a while, Miejue Shitai snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to the side.

Yu Man curled her lips secretly, thinking, how can it be called rude if a famous family is upright and rude, that's called, there is a reason for it.

Jingxuan coughed lightly, his eyebrows softened a lot, and he asked, "Where are you two from?"

"We come from Persia." Yu Man replied lightly.

Hearing this, the Emei disciples looked at each other in blank dismay. Persia is a country so far away that there is no concept.

After a brief silence, Jingxuan slowly asked again: "The two of you have come from a long way, why don't you know?"

"What's the matter?" Yu Man looked at her with a puzzled look on her face, "Anyway, I didn't come to look for you."

Jingxuan was so choked that she gasped, but before she had an attack, Yu Man bent her eyes and burst out laughing.

"We..." She glanced at Zhang Wuji beside her, "We are here to find relatives."

This time, before Jingxuan could speak, Ding Minjun asked unceremoniously.

"What kind of relatives are you looking for? Where are you looking for them?"

The Demon Cult originated in Persia, and there were two people from Persia at this time and place, and she had every reason to doubt their identities.

Yu Man fixedly looked at Ding Minjun with great interest, and at the end, she smiled "hey".

Zhang Wuji watched Yu Man's expression silently from the side, acting as if nothing had happened on the surface, but in fact he didn't let go of any of it, for fear that Yu Man would react suddenly and he would be a step slower.

"It's okay to tell you." Yu Man smiled and spread her hands casually, "We're going to Wudang."

Zhang Wuji's eyes flickered slightly. It was true that he missed Grand Master and Martial Uncle very much, but this time the task was urgent and there was no delay. He had no intention of going back to Wudang on purpose.

"What? Do you have relatives in Wudang?" Ding Minjun didn't believe it, with a mocking look on his face.

Don't put gold on your face, how could the Wudang faction be such a relative of evil spirits and heretics.

"Yes." Yu Man pouted at Zhang Wuji and sighed, "Brother is the disciple of Wudang Master Zhang."

The Emei disciples were a little depressed when they heard the words.This kind of thing is not easy to brag about, could it be true?

Ding Minjun sneered, raised his chin and rushed to a place a little behind Yu Man, and said loudly: "Song Daxia, there is someone here who claims to be the disciple of Master Zhang, why don't you send me to recognize him?"

Yu Man was stunned, Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded.

He turned his head blankly, looking inside from this angle, he could only see half of the table, but it was enough.