Every passerby plays the piano [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

In front of Nangong Yu, Kong Xiang couldn't run away, but now Nangong Yu wanted to save Yu Sanxia, ​​so he didn't care about chasing him.

Kong Xiang, who thought he was running away, received a firm palm on his chest, and was beaten back into the room.

The person who made the palm was Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji cared more about his Yu Sanbo, and he didn't care about Kong Xiang who fell to the ground and hurried over to heal Sanbo.

Zhang Wuji looks similar to his father Zhang Cuishan, and Yu Sanxia, ​​who has excellent eyesight, immediately recognized him: "You are, you are Wuji?"

Speaking of which, Yu Sanxia's leg was injured by Zhang Wuji's mother. Seeing this nephew now, he has mixed feelings.Due to the feelings of the brothers and sisters, it is difficult for him to say anything.But after all, it was Zhang Wuji's mother who made him suffer in a wheelchair for ten years!

Nangong Yu could see the thought bubbles popping out of Yu Sanxia's head, and then saw Zhang Wuji's guilt-ridden face towards Yu Sanbo, and simply made a favor: "Daoist Yu, it is Wuji who called me to come here to heal your injuries this time."

Zhang Wuji is a sincere person, and when he was about to evade, Yu Sanxia couldn't help but shed tears.At this moment, he and Zhang Wuji really don't have any grievances anymore.

Nangong Yu pointed to the void on the ground and called Zhang Wuji: "Quickly ask that bald donkey why he wanted to harm people."

When Zhang Wuji was young, Wudang treated him very well. He would never allow anyone to bully Wudang, so he grabbed Kongxiang by the collar and lifted him up: "Say! Who sent you here."

There was a bloody smile on the corner of Kong Xiang's mouth, and there was blood between his teeth: "Your Wudang will soon be destroyed, and the leader will arrive immediately."

"What teaching?"

"Mingjiao." Kong Xiang bit the poison pill in his mouth and killed himself.He came to take the lead on behalf of his master, just to injure Yu Daiyan with all his strength, regardless of life and death.

Nangong Yu's milk volume is much more than his injury, Yu Daiyan has returned to normal in the sound of Duang and Duang's piano.

Yu Daiyan gritted his teeth: "Mingjiao deceives people too much. Qingshu and the others must have fallen into Mingjiao's hands."

Zhang Wuji wanted to tell Yu Daiyan that his Mingjiao definitely did not do this.But seeing Yu Daiyan's furious appearance, I'm afraid to say that he is the leader of Mingjiao, and Yu Daiyan must fight him desperately.

Nangong Yu was always able to figure out people's minds: "There are a lot of peddlers these days. A few days ago, I met someone pretending to be a Wudang disciple in the Ghost Villa."

Wudang had already heard about the actions of the ghost villa, and Yu Daiyan was even more annoyed: "If it wasn't for the inconvenient legs and feet, I would like to level that villa."

Nangong Yu took the opportunity to persuade: "Since the name of Wudang can be faked, maybe the name of Mingjiao can also be faked. Yu Sanxia should fight first, let's see who comes from."

Zhang Wuji looked at Nangong Yu gratefully.He felt that Nangong Yu was really his best friend.

Nangong Yu quietly pulled him aside: "When did you go back to Wudang? The catastrophe in the school is over, you should deal with it."

Zhang Wuji was a little uneasy: "Brother Song walked with me halfway and suddenly left without saying goodbye. I came to Wudang to look for him."

It seemed that the two couples were also arguing, so Zhang Wuji rushed over to coax Song Qingshu back.

However, Song Qingshu was not in Wudang, and even Song Yuanqiao and his party who went out to meet him did not come back.

Zhang Wuji felt more and more that something might happen to Song Qingshu.

Nangong Yu comforted him: "If there is an accident, those who kidnapped Qingshu and those who will come to Wudang later must be the same group."

While the two were discussing, the disciples at the foot of the mountain had reported to Yu Daiyan's room: "The leader of the Ming religion has come up the mountain. They refused to lay down their weapons at Jiejian Pond, and even injured many of our senior brothers."

Yu Daiyan slapped the table with his hands: "Good job. Let's see what the demons of the Demon Cult are capable of."

When a person recovers from a serious illness, it is inevitable that his heart will be high, thinking that only one person can stop Mingjiao.In the end, they only met the two elders Xuanming who were leading the way, and they immediately turned cold all over and hurriedly practiced kung fu to heal their injuries.

This time Nangong Yu didn't want to milk him.This Yu Sanxia is too impatient, it would be good to let him calm down for a while.

Behind the two elders Xuanming came the bamboo frame supporting the four-person platform, and a young man in wolf fur sat on it with his legs crossed, looking very handsome.

The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, called that person "the leader".

That person seemed to have known Zhang Wuji a long time ago.Nangong Yu noticed that Zhang Wuji was evasive when he looked into the man's eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

The young master turned over from the bamboo stand and jumped down: "Mingjiao advocates Wuji, and I'm here to pay a visit to Master Zhang of Wudang."

Yu Daiyan looked at Zhang Wuji, why does this person have the same name and surname as his nephew?

Zhang Wuji couldn't hold back: "Don't impersonate me."

The young master looked at Zhang Wuji and said with a smile: "So Mr. Zhang admits that he is the real leader of Mingjiao?"

Zhang Wuji fell into his trap for some reason and couldn't make a sound for a while.This hesitant attitude clearly acquiesces that he is the true deity of the leader of Mingjiao.

Yu Daiyan was furious, and stood up abruptly: "Wuji, you actually joined the Demon Cult? Are you going to join forces with outsiders to destroy my Wudang today?"

Zhang Wuji was busy explaining: "Uncle Yu is not like this, I didn't..."

Yu Daiyan didn't listen to his explanation.The grievances between Mingjiao and Wudang were frozen three feet in a day, plus Yu Daiyan's personal grievances because of his broken leg and paralysis, even if he was the son of his junior brother, he still had to clean up the family.

In an instant, Yu Daiyan had attacked Zhang Wuji with seven or eight moves.He suffered internal injuries, and his martial arts were far inferior to Zhang Wuji's, but because Zhang Wuji respected his elders and only avoided attacking, the two fought in the Hall of True Martial Arts for a long time without seeing it end.

The false leader ordered: "Give me a Wudang."

Three silver lights flashed outside the window.

Each ray of silver light can penetrate seven or eight people, and instantly injured more than twenty masters accompanying him.Even the famous martial artists like Xuan Ming and Er Lao can only block one knife, and the remaining knife has poured down like moonlight, falling towards the head of the false leader.

Zhang Wuji shouted, "Don't hurt him."

I saw Zhang Wuji took a step forward and used his palm to block the flying knife, pulled the false leader and broke through the window and walked away.

Nangong Yu never expected to be able to act in this play.Yu Daiyan was even more furious, calling "ungrateful" and "shameless traitor" out of anger.

Nangong Yu felt bad and immediately went after Zhang Wuji.Li Huai, who was hiding on the eaves, roared: "Come down!"

Li Huai jumped into the hall with his head bowed.He felt like something was wrong again.

This time Nangong Yu didn't train him.This incident showed that Zhang Wuji was wrong.How can the enemy still have reason to sympathize with the enemy at present?

Nan Gongyu was just afraid that the Mingjiao would have another trick, and asked Li Huai to take care of the injured Wudang disciples, so that he could go out and chase Zhang Wuji with peace of mind.

Tracking Zhang Wuji is not difficult.

Zhang Wuji was injured when he met Li Huai's throwing knife.He ran so fast that the blood on his body guided Nangong Yu the way.

Zhang Wuji and the false leader named Wang Baobao were leaving towards the north mountainside.

Someone had already stopped them there ahead of time.Eighteen half-naked monks were waiting in line.

These foreign monks were beyond Wang Baobao's expectation. He asked sharply, "Who sent you here?"

A man with the same fur and felt hat walked out after the monk. That was Wang Baobao's father, the Prince of Runan in the Grassland beyond the Great Wall.

King Runan clapped his hands and applauded: "My son is promising. First he subdued all the sects in the Central Plains, and then he brought a Mingjiao leader. The Great Khan is proud of you!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with disappointment and anger: "It turned out to be your scheme again."

Wang Baobao only said: "No, this matter has nothing to do with me."

Nangong Yu's voice came from the wind: "You can really pick yourself clean."

No matter how much Zhang Wuji tried to protect and stop him, Nangong Yu could still capture Wang Baobao.

Zhang Wuji and King Runan shouted at the same time: "Don't hurt him!"

Wang Baobao is a man who grew up on the prairie, and men in the prairie are the least afraid of threats from others.When they become hostages, they would rather die.

His acupoints were restricted, and he only hoped to provoke Nangong Yu to kill him, so that his father could avenge him without any scruples.He sneered: "Hero Nangong, I'm afraid you came a step too late. From the moment Zhang Wuji saved me, Wudang couldn't tolerate him anymore. No matter how high your martial arts are, you can't compare to my calculation of human nature."

For a moment, Nangong Yu really wanted to kill this person who took advantage of other people's feelings.Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji shouted anxiously at this time: "It's none of his business, it's Wuji who wants to save him."

Fortunately, Nangong Yu did not forget his mission.He came to win Zhang Wuji's favor, not to lose it.No matter how bad this Wang Baobao was, Zhang Wuji couldn't help liking him.

King Runan made a condition: "You let me go. You can choose gold and horses as you like."

"Which one is more important, your precious son or people from various factions in Wudang?" Nangong Yu tapped Wang Baobao's Ya point again as he spoke, so as not to disturb his negotiation with this person's chattering.

King Runan pondered over and over again: "If you let my son go, I will let them go."

"It turns out that your precious son's life is only worth one sect."

The King of Runan only said: "These people are being imprisoned by the Great Khan himself. If more people are released, my whole family may be killed. It is impossible for me to release more people."

The Grassland Lord is a real person, and he explained his interests clearly, which made Nangong Yu feel at a loss as to how to proceed with the discussion.

Zhang Wuji saw the opportunity: "Okay, let's exchange with Wudang disciples."

King Runan promised: "You let me go first, and I will let the people in Wuzhong go back. The people in the grassland will never break their word."

Nangong Yu sneered: "People outside the grassland never break their promises. If you lead them here, I will return them to the little prince."

King Runan had no choice but to order his subordinates to go back and send a letter to release them.On the other hand, he led eighteen monks to surround Nangong Yu, fearing that he would renege on his promise.

Nangong Yu, a monk from the Western Regions, paid no attention to them at all.Guessing that it would take a few days for the messengers to come and go, they simply set up the tent, lit the bonfire, and then set out the barbecue and banquet in the magical rucksack, and camped in the wild.

Zhang Wuji looked at Wang Baobao whose acupoints were restricted, and begged Nangong Yu to release the dumb acupoints: "Let him eat some too."

Nangong Yu was curious: "What's your relationship with him?"

Zhang Wuji stammered: "No, it doesn't matter."

"This man arrested Song Qingshu, don't you annoy him?"

Zhang Wuji looked at the ground: "Annoyed is annoyed, let him eat something."

Nangong Yu suddenly wanted to ask an interesting question: "Me, Song Qingshu, and that little prince, who is better between you and us?"