The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 204 Huashan Strategic Detour

After discussing with everyone, they all felt that this matter was strange, but Lu Bai had already determined that the two brothers and sisters belonged to the Huashan School, so they couldn't argue with each other.

Moreover, since he has already come down from the mountain, the masters of Songshan Sect will arrive in no time.

The Songshan School is the head of the Five Sacred Sword School, and Zuo Lengchan, the master of Songshan Mountain, is a great figure in today's martial arts world. Although his martial arts are superb, he is especially witty and versatile. Whenever the word "Leader Zuo" is mentioned in the world, everyone is wary Of course.

What's more, there are more than ten junior disciples of the leader of the left alliance of the Songshan sect, who are known as the "Thirteen Taibao of Songshan" in the martial arts world. Although Fei Bin, the great Songyang hand, has passed away, and now Lu Bai is also dead, there are still 11 people left.

These 11 people are all masters with outstanding martial arts skills. They are definitely not capable of being defeated by the masters and disciples of the Huashan Sect. How can they just sit there and wait for death?
Finally, Yue Buqun made a plan and said that he would take the Huashan sect to Songshan Mountain to find Zuo Lengchan for comment!

His plan was brilliant. If he told the truth that in order to escape revenge from the Songshan sect, he abandoned the fundamental land of Huashan and left for another place. If everyone in the world would find out about this in the future, how would the Huashan sect lose face?
But if they go to Songshan Mountain to comment, others will learn about it, and they will admire their courage and courage!
Within half an hour, Huashan sent someone to empty the house.

When Wu Zhai and I came down from Siguo Cliff, we saw everything was empty, except for the flue:

"Silver Thief, as you expected, Yue Buqun ran away with his men!"

Wu Zhai said helplessly:
"Little aunt, can you save a piece of meat if you call me brother?"

Qu Feiyan snorted coldly:
"A silver thief is a silver thief, what brother?"

Wu Zhai's face collapsed, and he sighed:

"Originally, I wanted to take you to see another lively show, so let's forget it!"

Qu Feiyan blinked, hugged his arm, and said in a tired voice:
"Good brother, what did you say?"

Wu Zhai shivered and said secretly:

"This girl didn't grow up, otherwise she would definitely be a troublesome little fairy..."

However, it was said that Huashan sent a group of people to the foot of the mountain. Yue Buqun ordered Lao Denuo to hire a large cart, with Mrs. Yue and Yue Lingshan riding in it, and the group headed east towards Songshan Mountain.

Today, when we arrived at Weilin Town, it was almost dark, there was only one inn in the town, and there were already many guests. The Huashan faction had a family member, so it was inconvenient for them to stay overnight.

Yue Buqun said:

"Let's go another way, and talk about it in the town ahead."

Unexpectedly, within three miles, Madam Yue's cart fell off its axle and could not go any further. Madam Yue and Yue Lingshan had to get out of the cart and walk.

Shi Daizi pointed to the northeast corner and said:

"Master, there is a temple in the woods over there, how about we go and spend the night there?"

Mrs. Yue said:

"It's just inconvenient for women."

Yue Buqun said:

"Dai Zi, go over and ask, if the monks in the temple refuse, then that's all, don't force it."

Shi Daizi agreed and ran away.

After a while, he ran back and shouted from a distance:
"Master, it's a ruined temple with no monks."

Everyone was overjoyed, Linghu Chong took Tao Gou, Ying Bailuo, Shu Qi and others to rush forward first.

When Yue Buqun and Mrs. Yue got outside the temple, they saw layers of dark clouds coming up from the eastern sky, and the sky became dark in an instant.

Mrs. Yue said:

"Fortunately, there is a ruined temple here, otherwise there must be heavy rain on the way."

Walking into the main hall, I saw a green-faced god statue enshrined in the hall, wearing leaves and holding withered grass. It is Shennong's Medicine King Bodhisattva who tasted all kinds of herbs.

Yue Buqun led all his disciples to salute the statue. Before he could open his bed, lightning flashed, and thunderbolts were heard in mid-air, followed by raindrops as big as soybeans, which only made a swishing sound on the tiles. .

In the middle of the night, suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes coming from the southeast, galloping along the road.

Yue Buqun shouted in a low voice:
"Everyone, be silent."

Not long after, the dozen or so riders rushed over outside the temple.

At this time, all the Huashan faction held their sword hilts to defend against the enemy. They heard the sound of horseshoes passing outside the temple, and gradually went away. , stopped together.

Only a clear voice was heard shouting:

"Is Mr. Huashan Pai Yue in the temple? We have something to ask."

Linghu Chong was the eldest disciple of our sect, and he was always the one to deal with outsiders. He immediately walked to the door, opened the bolt, and said:

"At the time of the night, which route did your friend visit?"

Looking over, he saw fifteen horsemen and horses lined up outside the temple, and six or seven people held Kongming lanterns in their hands, and they all shone towards Linghu Chong's face.

In the darkness, six or seven lights shone in front of him at the same time, making them dazzling. This move was extremely unreasonable. Just such a light made it appear that the person coming was full of hostility.

Linghu Chong opened his eyes wide, but he saw that all of them were wearing black cloth hoods, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and his heart moved:
"If these people are not acquainted with us, they are afraid that they will remember their faces." Only one person on the left said:
"Mr. Yue Buqun, please come and see me."

Linghu Chong said:

"Who is your Excellency? Please let me know your surname and name so that you can report to our teacher."

The man said:
"Who are we? You don't need to ask any more questions. You go and tell your master that the Huashan School has obtained the Fuwei Escort's "Sword of Exorcising Evil" and wants to borrow it."

Linghu Chong was furious and said:
"The Huashan Sect has its own martial arts, so what's the point of needing someone else's "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual"? Don't say we didn't get it, even if we got it, would you still take the Huashan Sect seriously if you demand it so unreasonably?"

The man laughed loudly, and the other 14 people laughed too. The laughter spread far from the wilderness, and the voice was loud. It was obvious that everyone had strong internal strength.

Linghu Chong was secretly surprised:
"I met a strong opponent again tonight. These 15 people seem to be all good players, but I don't know what their background is?"

But I heard Yue Buqun's clear voice coming from the temple:

"You are all well-known figures in the martial arts world, how can you be self-effacing and unknown? Yue has never lied, and the Lin family's "Evil Resisting Sword Manual" is not with us."

When he said these few words, he was lucky to use Zixia's magical skills, and amidst the laughter of more than ten people outside the temple, everyone inside and outside the temple could still hear them clearly. There is no difference, and it seems far more natural than the man speaking loudly.

Only another person said in a rough voice:
"You claim to be not with you, but where have you gone?"

Yue Buqun said:

"Why do you ask this question?"

The man said:
"Everyone in the world can take care of the affairs of the world."

Yue Buqun sneered and didn't answer.

The man said loudly:
"The one surnamed Yue, will you hand it over? Don't ask for a toast and not eat or drink fine wine. If you don't hand it over, we will have to be rough and come in to search."

Mrs. Yue whispered:

"Female disciples stand together, back to back, male disciples, draw your swords!"

With the sound of "swishing, swishing, swishing", everyone pulled out their swords.

Linghu Chong stood at the door, pressing the hilt of his sword, and before he drew his sword, his master and his wife had already passed by him, rushed outside the temple, and fought with seven or eight masked men. , a few Kongming lanterns were thrown on the ground, emitting a faint yellow light, reflecting the flickering sword light, and the shadows of people swaying...

(End of this chapter)