The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 349
Under the leadership of Song Yuanqiao, the three of them stepped over the Jiejian Monument and headed straight for Xiaolian Peak.

Solve the sword monument.

As the name suggests, people who come to visit Wudang Mountain must leave their weapons here before they can enter Wudang Mountain.

But Zhao Yu and his party were three people, Erha and Jiang Yuyan were not used to using weapons,
As for Zhao Yu, even if Zhang Laodao came, he would not be able to find out what was hidden on his body!
After Zhao Yu and the others passed the Jiejian Monument, King Xin also brought Beizhai and the accompanying eunuchs and walked straight towards the Jiejian Monument.

However, when King Xin walked to the side of the Jiejian Stele and raised his foot to pass over the stele, several black-veiled masters appeared behind the empty one, stepping in front of King Xin.

King Xin, no matter what, is the royal blood of Daqian after all.

Although not many people knew about the trip to Wudang Mountain this time, there was still a need for guards.

These masters with black veils are the guards of King Xin hiding in the dark.

Seeing the guard who suddenly appeared, King Xin was also taken aback.

But before he could ask, he saw a ray of cold light flashing across the clear sky, and landed on the tablet of Jiejian with the force of a thunderbolt.

Hovering in front of King Xin and the guard was a simple peach wood sword.

The sword seemed to have a spirit, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at King Xin, trembling slightly.

"master……"

The accompanying eunuch and Bei Zhai took a step forward at the same time, one on the left and one on the right to protect King Xin.

Xin Wang's face was livid.

I don't know if he was frightened by the smart peach wood sword in front of him, or he was angry by the hospitality of Wudang Mountain.

"Wudang Mountain!!"

King Xin gritted his teeth and raised his head, looked at the beautiful mountains not far away, and said coldly: "I don't believe it yet, a mere Jianghu sect really dares to kill the vassal king without authorization?!"

After saying that, regardless of the majestic sword intent emanating from the mahogany sword in front of him, King Xin insisted on raising his foot and stepping into the stele of untying the sword.

"If you still want to return to the capital, you'd better go down here!"

At this moment, a person who also wore a black veil walked up without haste.

He was originally dressed as a guard, but when he spoke, he didn't have the slightest awareness that a subordinate should have!

Being provoked again and again by Wudang Mountain, King Xin, who was already furious, calmed down quickly after hearing the words of this 'guard'.

King Xin turned around and fixed his eyes on the most special guard under him.

"His sword can not only kill you, but also kill me who is inside Chengtianmen!"

The guard said something meaningless, then turned around and left directly, without paying attention to the master Xin Wang at all.

"Master, the overall situation is the most important thing!"

Hearing the words, the accompanying eunuch knelt down and kowtowed to King Xin to warn him.

"Humph!"

King Xin snorted coldly, glanced at the mahogany sword hovering inside the Jiejian Stele again, turned around and went down Wudang Mountain.

There was no words all the way, Xin Wang walked down Wudang Mountain with a cold face, and came to the gazebo where Zhao Yu was waiting for.

King Xin, who sat down for a rest, had a murderous look on his face.

And at this time, the accompanying eunuch picked up the fine porcelain teapot that he carried with him, took out a fine porcelain drawing cup from the yellow satin package, and poured a cup of clear tea for the master.

"Master, don't worry about yourself. Those who have achieved great things in ancient times have not gone through untold hardships?"

"The emperor of Han had the difficulty of seeking peace in Pingcheng, and the emperor Taizong had the humiliation of surrendering to the barbarians. Compared with the sages, what is the matter of today's master?"

From the tone of the eunuch's speech, it can be seen that he is quite different from the other followers.

Hearing the personal eunuch's words, King Xin's face immediately softened a lot.

"Oh, by the way, there is also the tip bag given by the fortune teller. Since I have gone down the mountain this time, I should be able to read it, right?"

After King Xin calmed down his anger, he remembered the tip given by the fortune teller.

With that said, King Xin took out the kit from his bosom.

Looking at the kit in his hand, King Xin remembered what the fortune teller said before.

What you want is close at hand...

The new emperor is obsessed with beauty, and his body is already dying. Does this mean that he can replace him?
Moreover, I asked the fortune teller if I could keep what I asked for.

The gentleman also answered without hesitation, yes!
Doesn't this mean that his position as Ninety-Five Supreme can last for a long time?

After thinking about it, a smile gradually appeared on King Xin's face.

Stretching out his hand to open the kit, Xin Wang carefully took out the comment given to him by the fortune teller.

The paper was not big, and four words were scrawled on it.

But when King Xin saw these four words, his eyes widened suddenly, and then his cheeks flushed, even his eyeballs turned red.

"Too deceiving!!!"

King Xin yelled loudly, then his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground.

The accompanying eunuch turned pale with shock, and immediately stepped forward with Beizhai to help the anxious master to his feet.

But the comment given by the fortune teller landed on the stone bricks of the gazebo at this moment.

The four scribbled words jumped out on the paper...'There is a way but no blessing'.

The mud bodhisattva calculated all the secrets, and when he gave King Xin his advice, perhaps he already knew that King Xin would not be able to go to Wudang Mountain this time.

That's why there is a requirement of 'going down the mountain to dismantle the kit'.

Since I didn't go up Wudang Mountain, I didn't go down the mountain.Therefore, if King Xin dismantles the kit at this moment, it means breaking his promise.

Since you don't have faith, you can't be king...

……

Under the leadership of Song Yuanqiao, the three of Zhao Yu walked all the way to Xiaolian Peak.

From a distance, I saw a sloppy old Taoist priest explaining the appearance of Wudang Mountain to a few ordinary pilgrims.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao coming with Zhao Yu and his party, the old Taoist priest did not leave the pilgrims around him who could not offer a few incense sticks.

Instead, he waved to Song Yuanqiao.

When Song Yuanqiao came to Zhang Laodao's side, the old guy happily said to those people: "Pindao still has some things to do, everyone, let this disciple of Pindao take you to Nanyang Palace later, remember , sincerity is enough, you must not take risks..."

"Good talk, good talk!"

"So, thank you, Daoist!"

……

The people around were also kind and polite to the old man who looked a bit sloppy in front of him.

"Yuanqiao, take care of all the benefactors!"

The old Taoist gave instructions to Song Yuanqiao.

Hearing the old Taoist's words, a few pilgrims who had quickened their minds looked at the middle-aged Taoist with a long sword in surprise.

If they remember correctly, the current head teacher of Wudang Mountain seems to be called Song Yuanqiao...

Without waiting for all the pilgrims to ask, Song Yuanqiao said to the sloppy old monk with the disciple's etiquette: "I would like to abide by Master's decree..."

After finishing speaking, Song Yuanqiao smiled and said to several pilgrims from other places: "Everyone, please come with the poor!"

A group of people followed Song Yuanqiao in a daze and walked towards Nanyang Palace.

Among them was a slightly older pilgrim who finally plucked up the courage and asked Song Yuanqiao tentatively: "Immortal Elder, little old man just heard that old man call you 'Yuanqiao', as far as I know, this The Master Master of Wudang Mountain..."

Song Yuanqiao looked at the old man with a smile, and said softly: "Don't blame the old man, the poor man is Song Yuanqiao!"

"what?!!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard this.

The person in front of him is the real Wudang head teacher, the sloppy old man who just accompanied them tirelessly explaining the scenery of Wudang Mountain...

They could hear clearly that the real head teacher in front of them called that old Taoist 'Master'!
(End of this chapter)