stonecrandall Chapter 17 The Master's Mission
Chapter 17 The Master's Mission
Late March, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
Squandering flowers gradually become attractive, so Asakusa can have no horseshoes.
Miss Yang held her husband's hand, her face full of reluctance, and said, "My husband, take care on your journey."
After practicing the Heart Sutra, she appeared several years younger, with a cool and aloof demeanor, increasingly fair and delicate skin, and an exquisite and unparalleled beauty...
If this mental technique could be brought back to Hong Kong and work, then one could simply sell it to a rich woman and become wealthy, without having to rob the rich to help the poor.
Qi Ming gently pinched Miss Yang's pretty face with his left hand, then comforted her:
"It's only about 700 li. I'll set off in the morning and see you in the evening. Don't miss me too much; it's not good for the baby in your belly."
The marathon is 42 kilometers long, and the world record is two hours with a speed of 21 kilometers per hour.
What about Qi Ming?
With the Nine Yang Divine Skill granting unlimited battery life, even 80 kilometers per hour is considered idling!
They are also skilled in light-footed techniques, able to traverse water as if walking on flat ground, and can easily overcome obstacles such as large rivers, cliffs, and forests.
Miss Yang retorted, "I wouldn't miss you that much. It's you who should be thinking of me and your child."
After mastering the Heart Sutra last month, Qi Ming didn't delay any longer and got the beautiful woman pregnant.
After all, if he wanted to be emperor, he really needed a child; otherwise, those who followed him wouldn't feel at ease.
Qi Ming hummed in agreement: "I think about you every day, once in the morning and once at night."
Miss Yang said softly, "Why don't you think about me at noon? I'll think about you at noon too."
Qi Ming grabbed her and raped her for a long time before releasing her and instructing the two beautiful maids:
"Xiao Cui, Xiao Hong, take good care of your master."
He then mounted his horse and rode away with a flourish.
Ms. Yang took two steps forward, looked at her husband's back, and shed tears.
After spending several months together, she not only didn't get tired of him, but instead fell even more deeply in love with Qi Ming.
She sincerely hoped that Qi Ming could stay with her in seclusion.
But it had already been agreed that Qi Ming would be given 15 years to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty, so it was not easy to go back on his word now and he could only support him.
Qi Ming returned to Wudang this time by the same route.
Because he wasn't sure when the Emei people would arrive at Wudang, he wanted to go back earlier.
So as not to miss Xiao Zhao.
That evening.
Somewhere in the back mountains of Wudang.
The Fire-Worker Monk was effortlessly holding up a large wine jar with a vine, drinking heartily.
Suddenly a voice laughed, "Master, what refined taste you have!"
The Fire-Worker Monk looked towards the source of the sound and said with great delight:
"Now that you're back, why are you hiding in the street? Come here quickly, let your master see how much you've improved after these past few months of training..."
With that, his eyes narrowed, and the Nine Yang Divine Skill suddenly erupted, causing the wine jar to spin rapidly and fly towards Qi Ming.
Qi Ming twisted and flew backward, simultaneously brandishing his longsword and unleashing the Dingyang Needle technique of the Quanzhen Swordplay. He activated invisible sword energy, and with a soft hiss, cleaved the wine jar in mid-air.
He then leaped forward and thrust his weapon at the Fire-Worker Monk's right shoulder.
The Fire-Worker Monk said "Good," and used two vines to twist around Qi Ming's legs.
Qi Ming immediately changed his thrust into a sweeping motion, blocking the attack.
The Fire-Worker Monk, seizing the initiative, unleashed a flurry of vines, creating a maze of illusions that encompassed Qi Ming within a few feet of him, thus gaining the upper hand.
Qi Ming remained calm and unhurried, using only the Quanzhen Sword Technique to fight back.
It wasn't until after a hundred and twenty moves that he was forced to the mountainside, with nowhere to escape.
So he kicked hard, using the force of the impact to advance instead of dodge.
As his face flushed red, he turned and slashed out with his sword, piercing through the air and severing two vines.
The Fire-Worker Monk exclaimed in surprise, unable to contain his astonishment:
"Good lad, how did your skills become so strong in just a few months?"
Having practiced for so many years, he was extremely familiar with the Nine Yang Divine Skill and could naturally detect Qi Ming's changes.
Qi Ming laughed and briefly told him about his encounter with Miss Yang and how his cultivation of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra had greatly increased his power.
"I haven't seen you for months, and I already have a grand-apprentice!"
The Fire-Worker Monk sighed, then burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, Zhang Sanfeng only has grand-disciples since he founded the Wudang School, and I've already caught up with him!"
He is not as good as Zhang Sanfeng!
But none of Zhang Sanfeng's seven disciples were as good as his one disciple!
And Zhang Sanfeng's countless disciples and grand-disciples are certainly no match for his disciples and grand-disciples!
Two to one, he still won!
next morning.
Qi Ming did not return to the town at the foot of the mountain to see his five underlings, but instead quietly slipped into Wudang Mountain.
There was no need to make any special inquiries; everyone knew that the Emei Sect had arrived.
After all, Wudang is all male disciples.
A group of women suddenly arrived and even stayed, which naturally caused a lot of discussion.
Qi Ming also saw Zhou Zhiruo.
Judging from her appearance, she has a good chance of playing Zhao Min.
At this moment, the Wudang disciples were practicing their swordsmanship in the training ground.
Zhang Wuji, however, was unable to cultivate due to the insidious poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and could only watch from the sidelines.
Zhou Zhiruo gently comforted him...
This is fake.
Zhou Zhiruo greatly admired strength and had already secretly become involved with Chang Wei and Song Qingshu.
Therefore, her kindness was not genuine, but rather a task given to her by Song Qingshu.
It's the master's task, I suppose!
Qi Ming thought about it and realized that he couldn't go down the mountain for the next few days.
Anyway, Wudang has a lot of worshippers.
Eat Old Zhang's food, drink Old Zhang's water, even with one more mouth to feed, Old Zhang won't be poor.
three days later.
Several Wudang disciples surrounded Zhou Zhiruo's room, spying on her while she bathed...
Qi Ming, who had come last night, was now lying on the roof beam, secretly making a sharp comment:
"Such despicable things have happened in this pure and sacred place of Taoism! It's truly unbearable to witness!"
Behind the curtains in the inner room, there were Song Qingshu and several of his henchmen.
This is a trap.
Before long, Zhou Zhiruo invited Zhang Wuji, who had just driven away the peeping tom, into the room and began to engage in extremely provocative acts...
The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.
This is what Zhang Wuji's mother, the demoness Yin Susu from the Demonic Sect, instructed him to do.
But he forgot all about it at that moment and couldn't help but feel tempted...
As a result, after he closed his eyes, Zhou Zhiruo did not kiss him, but instead used a brush to draw a stroke on his face.
Song Qingshu and the others also rushed out, laughing mockingly:
"Hahaha... A toad lusting after a swan, Zhang Wuji, do you really think you're so lucky with women? Hahahaha!"
Zhang Wuji could tolerate everything else, but he couldn't stand this kind of mockery, so he immediately raised his fist to hit these people.
Instead, they were thrown out the door.
Xiao Zhao, dressed in red, who came looking for the Heaven-Slaying Sword to cut the chains, couldn't stand it and jumped in to save the day.
She differs greatly from the original work.
One of them is that her martial arts skills are quite high.
Even Song Qingshu couldn't defeat her.
It wasn't until Zhou Zhiruo took out the Heaven-Slaying Sword that she was subdued, forcing her and Zhang Wuji to flee to the edge of a cliff in the back mountain, where they had nowhere to escape.
Zhang Sanfeng is currently in seclusion, and his disciples, including Song Yuanqiao, are protecting him.
Therefore, the entire Wudang Sect is now under the management of Song Qingshu.
"Zhang Wuji!"
Song Qingshu snorted, "You colluded with the demonic sect's witch and disrupted the True Martial Hall. I, as the acting sect leader, hereby expel you from the sect! Wudang disciples, heed my order: kill without mercy!"