Chapter 21: Siege of Guangmingding

Time flies, five years have passed.

As night fell, under the Guangmingding Mountain, there were tents in the woods, and bonfires were beating. There were many martial arts people sitting around, and the masters of the six major sects arrived.

"Kunshan, where did Yang Guan go?" After a glance, there was no one. Zhang Songxi asked Wu Kunshan beside him.

Wu Kunshan quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Master, the second senior brother said he had something to do to go out."

"You sit down, this kid," Zhang Songxi said helplessly. In the past five years, this kind of thing has happened many times. Fortunately, Yang Guan did not do anything bad and could return safely every time, so he didn't ask much.

"Fourth brother, now all the six major sects have reached the foot of Guangmingding Mountain, and the Ming Cult only sent the Five Elements Flag to harass you and did not respond head-on. None of the masters appeared. I'm afraid there was a fraud!" Yin Liting said with some concern.

"Hehe, fifth brother, since the Ming Cult, the position of the leader of the Ming Cult has been empty. The Four Dharma Kings and the Five Scattered Ones are fighting for the position of the leader of the Communist Party, and they are full of conflicts and attacking each other. The Ming Cult is already divided. However, the reaction of the Ming Cult this time is indeed abnormal. It should be the masters of the Ming Cult who rushed back," Zhang Songxi analyzed.

Then he frowned and said to Song Yuanqiao: "Why Eagle King, shouldn't it be here too? It's a headache. Master, please make an idea."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment, but before he could speak, Song Qingshu on the side interrupted, "Dad, you can't live your own evil deeds, White-browed Eagle King..."

"Stop!" Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily, interrupted his words, looked at him sternly, and said, "No matter what the White Eye King is your fifth uncle's father-in-law, how can you let nonsense?"

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's stern eyes, he felt scared and dared not say more.

Looking back, Song Yuanqiao sighed in his heart, and Song Qingshu's performance really disappointed him.

"The White-Browed Eagle King is a senior of the martial arts world. He has an old age with our Wudang, and has separated from the Ming Cult and established himself in the Sky Eagle Cult. If he goes to the Guangming Dingfu this time, it is his righteousness. Let's compete with him according to the rules of the martial arts world."

Song Yuanqiao said to everyone, then sighed: "Oh, I don't know how the fifth brother and the others are now!"

"Yes, I've been out for more than three years and I have no news at all. I don't know if I have found Wuji. It's really worrying." Yin Liting said worriedly.

Five years ago, Zhang Wuji was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm. Although the plot was somewhat deviant and Zhang Cuishan and his wife were not dead, Zhang Wuji was still sent to Butterfly Valley for healing. However, after Grandma Jinhua entered the valley, Zhang Wuji disappeared. Zhang Cuishan and his wife rushed there when they heard the news, but found nothing. They were sad and blamed themselves. They kept searching for it for five years.

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Guangmingding is located in the border of the Western Regions, with sparse vegetation. At first glance, the sky is covered with yellow sand. Under the night sky, the mysterious moon hangs high, but it is a cold and cold sand all over the ground.

A bonfire was surrounded by darkness alone. Yang Guan sat cross-legged beside the fire, using his skills to polish his internal energy. A cloud of misty air surrounded his body, and the breath was pure and thick. Under the light of the fire, the greenness of the past disappeared, and there was a hint of blue on his lips. Although he did not have a beard, he seemed much more mature.

"Huh..." The breath fluctuated and slowly stopped. Yang Guan opened his eyes, spit out a breath of turbid air, stretched out his hands, "crackling!" A crisp sound came from his body, his muscles and bones were strong, and they were like a chime.

"Oh, this Pure Yang Wuji Master is indeed famously difficult to practice. After practicing for six years, it has only been the fifth level now. Fortunately, my cultivation has recovered to the eighth level. In recent years, the second level of Dugu Nine Swords has become more and more profound. There should be no big problem with the masters in the early stage of the innate stage."

Yang Guan couldn't help but mutter, then he thought about the Tai Chi that Zhang Sanfeng was creating, and said to himself: "I don't know if Tai Chi is out. I think it should be almost the same. Zhang Wuji, this kid, appeared in the world, and the original work is almost at this time."

"Tsk, Zhang Wuji is indeed the protagonist. He is a congenital master in a blink of an eye. I can only work hard to achieve the fifth level of Qi training."

This morning, Yang Guan saw the Emei Sect with a cripple and an ugly woman, and knew that this kid was Zhang Wuji. He deliberately approached him and immediately had a rebounding force. He thought that he had innate strength, coupled with the mystery of the Nine Yang Divine Art, no wonder he could show great power in this battle.

As he said this, he said a little annoyed, "Hmph, that old man Hebiweng is really hateful. If he didn't get hurt, he would have obtained the Nine Yang Divine Art, which made me lie down for more than half a year. Alas, it seems that he can only start from Wei Bi, Wu Qingying and others, but he will get the Great Transfer of the Universe first."

He made up his mind and got up and picked up the barbecue on the fire rack to taste it. The barbecue is golden and tempting, with burnt and tender skin, which is really delicious. This is his hand that he has been in the world for several years and summarized by referring to the barbecue making techniques in later generations. He can satisfy his desire for mouth and stomach on weekdays.

Pull open the wine pot and peck it lightly. It tastes good and feels refreshing. For a moment, the aroma of wine and meat dissipates.

"Well! Hahaha, it smells so good! Little brother, can you keep a mouthful?" A cheerful voice came, and a middle-aged fat monk came quickly with a cloth bag.

"Monk, your Buddha is always weak in water all day, but you didn't expect you to have a lot of wine and meat. Hehe, are you trying to accumulate hair and return to secular life?" Seeing the visitor, he felt sure and joked with a smile.

"I can't say it, I can't say it. What the Buddha did not eat is clear soup but poor water, but the state of food is realm, and I realized the six senses of purity. I am not in the state of monk. I have to taste all kinds of worldly worlds before I can realize it!" As he said that, he threw down the cloth bag and picked up the barbecue from the fire rack and ate it.

"Well, good meat, isn't it a pity to have meat but no wine? Brother, please take your wine to the monk to taste it," he said, "I'm so kind of polite as he ate Yang Guan's meat and reached out to ask him for wine.

"Give it!" He didn't care, and he threw it away and threw it to him. Yang Guan smiled softly and said, "I can't say, is the wine delicious? What is in your cloth bag? He kept moving. Could it be that the lady stole in that village!"

"Hehe, do you want to see it? Come here!" A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't say anything.

As he said that, he pulled Yang Guan to the cloth bag and smiled and said to him: "Look at it!"

"Swish!"

Suddenly, his eyes turned dark and he was shocked. Yang Guan was put in a cloth bag, pulled it hard, without any effort, and shouted anxiously, "Monkey, why are you doing, let me out quickly, monk!"

The monk outside couldn't say anything, eating barbecue and drinking wine, not caring about the constantly pulling cloth bags, and shouting from Yang Guan.

"Hey, senior brother, it's you!" Suddenly a voice came.

Yang Guan looked back and said in confusion: "Hey, why were you caught by him?"

"Today I was caught by Wei Yixiao and wanted to drink my blood. Later, I said that the monk would not save me, but I locked me in this cloth bag." Zhang Wuji said helplessly.

"Oh, so that's it, but this may not be a good thing for the monk. I invited him to drink and eat meat. I don't thank you, but I locked me in this bag."

Yang Guan was swearing, but he was happy in his heart. Finally, he achieved his goal. It turned out that Yang Guan was thinking about the great movement of the Ming Cult, so he came out quietly. When the monk Budai said he could not come to the door, this happened.

He was not familiar with Guangming, not to mention the secret room with many mechanisms. Following Zhang Wuji to get the Great Transfer of the Universe is undoubtedly the best.

"Yes, you called me senior brother just now?" Yang Guan pretended to be questioning.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji's expression became solemn, and his true energy entered his throat, and his voice was condensed into a thread, and he said, "Senior Brother, I am Zhang Wuji!"

"You are..." Yang Guan was surprised, suddenly reacted and stopped the sound, and sent a message to suspicion: "Are you Junior Brother Wuji?"

"Well, senior brother, do you still remember the pill I asked you for the cough treatment?" Zhang Wuji said a little embarrassedly.

"Ah, it's you, Junior Brother Wuji, where have you been there over the years? The fifth uncle and the others are very easy to find." Yang Guan sighed in surprise.

"How are my parents?" Zhang Wuji said anxiously.

"Since you disappeared, the fifth uncle and the others searched everywhere. This time, I have been out for three years, and there is no news. However, with the cultivation level of the fifth uncle and the others, there should be no danger." Then he asked again: "By the way, where have you been in these years, why don't you go back to Wudang?"

"Oh, it's a long story!" Zhang Wuji sighed.

"Let's go!" Suddenly the cloth bag shook and moved quickly, and a sound that was unspeakable was heard.
Chapter completed!