Hu Ye flew out from the entrance of the treasure like a gust of wind. He saw the nineteen soldiers under him clothed with iron boxes filled with treasures into half-moon fortifications. A group of soldiers were quickly loading guns and bullets. Another group of soldiers set the muskets on the iron boxes and aimed outwards. There was still pungent smoke in the air that had not dissipated.

Three corpses were poured out of the iron box, all wearing black uniforms, and the weapons that fell beside them were also standard three-foot long swords.

Behind some rocks and trees farther away, some people in the same outfits looked around with anger on their faces, but they were afraid of the power of muskets and dared not show up.

"What's going on?" Hu Ye asked in a deep voice.

Among the nineteen warriors, two of them were the chiefs, and one of them replied: "Report to the master of the hall, there were only thirty or forty men in black who broke in from outside. We had called for warning, but they were still approaching and lit up the guy. Seeing that the other party was obviously not in good intentions, we took the lead and fired the gun, which injured two people and killed three people."

Hu Ye was slightly worried. Due to the limitation of his craft level, although the muskets used by his soldiers are still equipped with smoothbore guns in front, they are equipped with flintlock guns and fixed-loaded paper shell gun bullets. The range, accuracy and stability have been greatly improved.

According to the gunshots heard underground, the nineteen muskets should have been released in two rounds, but only shot and killed three invaders. It can be seen that the other party is quite good at it.

He thought for a moment and told his subordinates to keep their positions firmly and not to show their heads. He jumped out of the iron box and walked towards the people.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt the light footsteps behind him quickly caught up. When he turned around, Cheng Lingsu, who was one step later, followed.

"Master Hu, I will accompany you to explore the reality of these people."

Hu Ye knew that if this little girl had made all her tricks, she would have to retreat and not worry about her safety. She nodded with a smile and walked forward thirty steps side by side with her.

He clasped his fists to the opposite side and said, "I, Hu Ye, the name is 'Tai Pu'. I don't know which kind of heroes my friends are. Please come and meet me!"

The leaders of those people were very agile. When they saw the two of them standing in front, the people who had muskets in the distance had to be cautious when they wanted to shoot. In addition, they were extremely confident in their martial arts skills, so they really flashed out from behind a big tree and stood opposite Hu Tan.

Hu Ye saw that he was also a monk, and he looked like a Taoist priest who had made an appointment in his sixties. His beard was gray and his face was like an ancient moon. He carried a long sword on his back and his Taoist robe was facing the wind. He looked like a Taoist priest.

Notice the Taoist robe and the long sword behind the Taoist priest's body, he frowned slightly, bowed and asked, "Can this senior be a master of the Wudang Sect, and I don't know what to call him?"

The old Taoist priest smiled coldly, and stood up with his hands behind his back and replied: "I am Feng Daode, the Taoist name is 'Qingjingzi'!"

Hu Ye frowned even more, feeling that today's things were quite tricky.

Speaking of the pure son Feng Daode in front of him, we need to mention a case in the martial arts world decades ago. Before the death of the abbot of the Southern Shaolin, Zen Master Xingyin, was passed down, and Zen Master Zhishan, who was ranked second among the five major disciples.

This move made his eldest disciple, who was both the chief martial arts and the age of the age, dissatisfied with him. Later, he brought his junior brother who had always been close to him and broke out, abandoned Buddha and entered the Tao and joined the disciples of Wudang.

Although the Southern Shaolin and the Wudang Sect are not close, they are both great martial arts sects and always maintain a polite and etiquette friendship.

The most important thing is that not only did the head of the Wudang Sect, Taoist Yun He, violated the rules of the Wulin and accommodated these two Shaolin traitors; but Zen Master Zhishan, who took over the southern Shaolin, never mentioned this matter, and did not say that he would chase and kill the traitors, but even a letter to hold Wudang accountable was not written.

The oldest disciple who rebeled from Nan Shaolin in the past was the most powerful and most powerful elder in the Wudang Sect. His reputation was far superior to the current head Wu Qingzi; and the junior brother who followed him to defect was Feng Daode standing in front of Hu Ye.

Whether it is the strength and potential influence of the Wudang Sect, or the martial arts of the Baimei Taoist who is qualified to compete for the world's number one, it is enough to make Hu Ye feel alert.

However, vigilance does not mean fear, but the methods of handling must be more careful. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still remained silent and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is the Qingjing real person in front of him, and I am disrespectful to you. But the real person is not in Wudang Qingjing, so why do you come to this wilderness and ridge?"

Feng Daode snorted coldly: "Young man, don't pretend to be confused. What you are here to do, I will do whatever you are here. For the things in the boxes, I will come to this mountain once every spring and summer, and it has taken countless efforts.

"If you know the truth, call out everything. I may be able to give you a grace and let you go. Otherwise...hey, don't think that the benefits of firearms can be relied on. The number of you and me is nearly twice as different. I may attack at any cost or spend time siege, and I will always keep you here!"

Hu Ye shook his head and laughed: "The real person's Tao is called 'purity' but has not stopped his desire to pursue profit. It is called 'moral' but only silly intimidation, which is a joke. You have many people and powerful people, and I am sharp. Everyone can try it out, and at most both sides will suffer. If the real person sincerely stops the battle, I have a suggestion."

Feng Daode heard that he was making fun of his name, and his eyes were full of cold light, and his tone became extremely cold: "How are you going?"

Hu Ye raised his fists in front of him and said, "After all, we are in the world, it makes sense to have fists and bowel movements. I have heard of the name of Qingjing Zhenren for a long time, and today I want to ask Gao Ming in person. By the way, I will make a big bet based on the victory or defeat between you and me, and the lottery is the twenty-four boxes. What is the real person's wish?"

A strange color flashed in Feng Daode's eyes, and his hands behind him made a few gestures quietly, and he laughed loudly, saying, "Since you, the junior, have such courage, I will fulfill you, come!"

Hu Ye looked up at the distant sky, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and hugged his fists together and said, "Occurrence!"

"Wait a minute!"

Just as he was about to take action, Cheng Lingsu, who was beside him suddenly shouted, walked up to brush up the dust stuck on Hu Ye's sleeves when he was hunting for treasure, and asked casually,

"Master Hu, can I still bring the things I gave you with you?"

Hu Ye was stunned for a moment, his eyes drooped on her dusted hands, and the smile on her face became stronger immediately. He reached into his arms and took out the small white silk bag and smiled: "I will never leave my gift from Miss Cheng for a moment."

Cheng Lingsu also smiled on his face and whispered: "That's good, Taoist priest must be careful."

Feng Daode looked at the two young men and women in front of him and was not in a hurry to urge him. Instead, he sneered: "If you two have something to say, you might as well say a few more words, I'm afraid there will be no chance to say it again in the future!"

Cheng Lingsu heard it and blushed his cheeks, and he said angrily: "Master Hu, this bull's nose is not a good person, please help me hit him!"

After saying that, I remembered that Hu Ye in front of me was also a Taoist priest. The "bull's nose" sounded like a pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. I couldn't help but feel more embarrassed and quickly twisted my slender waist several feet away.
Chapter completed!