Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 21 The evil guest comes to the door
Just after the beginning of winter, heavy snow began to fall in Zhongnan Mountain.

The seemingly endless Qinling Mountains are now covered in white snow, adding a sense of awe-inspiring majesty.

It was also at this time that Han Yu's poem "Where is my home with clouds across the Qinling Mountains? Snow blocks the Lan Pass and the horse cannot move forward" was realized.

At this time of year and under such harsh conditions, it is difficult for people in the mountains to go down the mountain, and people outside the mountains can basically not enter the mountain. The world inside and outside the mountain are completely separated.

However, under such circumstances, three people went hiking together, following the instructions on a map and heading straight towards the Quanzhen Sect camp. Along the way, they left only a shallow layer of footprints on the snow.

"Uncle-master, this time we have received the order from the Grand Marshal to enter Mount Zhongnan to challenge the Quanzhen Sect. Why don't we wait until the spring to gather more people?" Among the three, the middle-aged man with a handsome and square appearance exhaled a long breath of hot air and asked the old man walking in front.

The old man in front stopped, took out a wine bag from his arms, and handed it to the two people behind him.

"Wang Chongyang is the best master in the world. I am no match for him. I am afraid it is difficult to find someone in this world who can defeat him in a single fight."

"So we must avoid confronting him head-on and force him down from the mountain completely."

"The snow closing the mountain is a good opportunity. We can go and challenge them according to the rules of the martial arts world. If the Quanzhen Sect cannot arrange anyone to fight, they will no longer have the face to stay in the martial arts world. When Wang Chongyang returns in the spring of next year, there will be nothing we can do. We can only go down the mountain and find another way out. In this way, the mission assigned to us by the Marshal will be completed."

The old man rubbed his hands and adjusted the bag on his back, his expression still solemn.

"Master, you are very calculating, but there is no need to bring such a heavy gift!"

"Three hundred-year-old mountain ginsengs, it's not easy for us to take them out."

The old man snorted coldly: "What do you know? If you want to do martial arts, you have to do it beautifully so that no one can find fault with it."

"Remember what I said, we can challenge the disciples of Quanzhen Sect and defeat them all, but we must not harm their lives."

"These three hundred-year-old wild ginsengs are just for precaution. This is not to save their lives, but to save our lives."

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The Chongyang Palace camp can no longer be called a 'camp' nowadays, because except for a few main halls that require more manpower and resources and have not been completely built, the other buildings of Chongyang Palace have been completed, and the disciples have already moved into the disciple building.

Qiu Chuji was Wang Chongyang's second disciple and had a high status in the Quanzhen Sect, so he naturally had a separate room.

At this time, Ma Yu was knocking on the door outside the room, his voice urgent.

"Junior brother, something terrible has happened. Three people from Lingcan Sect in Changbai Mountain outside the Great Wall want to challenge our Quanzhen Sect. If we lose, they will take down our plaque."

As soon as Qiu Chuji opened the door, Ma Yu hurriedly explained the reason for his visit.

"Don't panic!" Qiu Chuji calmly took his outer robe from the shelf beside him and put it on, and also took off his sword.

The two brothers walked towards the front hall together.

"Brother, do you know their specific origins?" Qiu Chuji asked Ma Yu.

Ma Yu said: "I only heard them say that the old man leading the group was called Changbai Xianweng."

"Golden people?" Qiu Chuji asked.

"I don't know, but at least he is a minion sent by the Jin people."

With swift steps, the two brothers soon arrived at the front hall.

Three men wearing bearskin cloaks and thick fur felt hats stood in front of the hall. Their attitude was not arrogant, but they were determined to challenge the masters of Quanzhen Sect.

An old Taoist who specializes in inner alchemy in the mountains was dealing with it. But the old man leading the group said, "The three of us, the master and the disciples, have come all the way from Liaodong to see the magical skills of Master Wang. Now that Master Wang is not here, you must send a few people out to let us see what the magic of Master Wang's unique skills is, so that we can give up and return to Liaodong."

"If we return in vain like this and the news spreads to the martial arts world, the sensible people will know that we have no chance and cannot meet Grandmaster Wang, while the ignorant people will think that Grandmaster Wang is seeking fame and reputation and is afraid to fight. Even if we have a hundred mouths, we will not be able to explain it clearly."

The old Taoist could only say: "In this case, please trouble the three of you to stay in my Chongyang Palace for the time being. We will make plans after the Grand Master comes back."

The middle-aged man behind the old man asked, "How long do we have to wait?"

"At least wait until the beginning of spring!" the old Taoist replied.

"That won't work. We'll have to wait until spring to see Grandmaster Wang. By the time we return to Liaodong, it will already be summer. If we delay for a while, we'll miss the time to go into the mountains to collect ginseng."

"Among all the people in your Quanzhen Sect, is Grandmaster Wang the only one who can show off his skills?"

"Come here a few experts, let us open our eyes, and we will go down the mountain and not get entangled."

As he spoke, the old man took out three wooden boxes from the bag behind him and opened them one by one, revealing three wild ginsengs with lush roots and excellent quality.

"We didn't come here empty-handed. These three hundred-year-old wild ginsengs are our gifts to the mountain."

"No matter who wins or loses, these three old mountain ginsengs will remain in your Quanzhen Sect. I will never regret it."

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this.

He is just an old Taoist who practices hard and meditates quietly, and has no experience in dealing with people in the underworld.

Faced with the three people's retreat to advance, he didn't know how to respond.

"You can fight, but how do you want to fight? Are there any rules?" Qiu Chuji walked out and asked loudly.

The three people from Liaodong took a closer look and saw a young Taoist priest with an upright figure and noble temperament. He was holding a sword in his hand, but they could not tell how advanced his cultivation was.

Generally, people in the martial arts world who have made great progress in cultivating internal energy will have slightly swollen temples. However, there are also some people with profound internal energy who have acquired extraordinary internal energy, and it is difficult to see the clues from the outside.

After half a year of training and adequate nutrition, Qiu Chuji had grown at least a head taller and had reached the height of an adult. He was wearing a dark green Taoist robe and holding a sword. Although his face was not elegant and handsome, he had a resolute and courageous look, which made people feel that he was extraordinary.

When he came out, the Taoist priests and Taoist children who were standing by and watching all breathed a sigh of relief.

The performance of these people made the three people from Liaodong realize something. They knew that the young Taoist priest in front of them was the pillar of Quanzhen Sect at the moment.

"Excuse me, are you Master Wang's disciple?" the old man asked politely.

Qiu Chuji said, "I am Qiu Chuji, the second disciple of Grandmaster Wang. I have yet to ask for your advice?"

The old man replied, "Zhao Jisheng from the Liaodong Lingcan Sect, this is my disciple Wang Yuanzhi and my nephew Ma Daliang."

Qiu Chuji was slightly surprised when he heard this. He had thought that one of the two middle-aged men following the old man would be the immortal Liang Ziweng.

"Now that your names have been announced, how do you want to fight?" Qiu Chuji looked at the three people. Although he was confident, he did not underestimate his opponents.

"The guest should follow the host's wishes. My master and I are three of one. You can send out three people at the same time to deal with us, or you can fight in a battle formation. The limit is one incense stick. If you cannot defeat the three of us, you will have your plaque removed, and the name of Quanzhen Sect will no longer exist in the world." Zhao Jisheng, who had been polite before, became arrogant again and directly put forward a request that was unacceptable to all Quanzhen disciples.

(End of this chapter)