Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

Chapter 110

He had completely fooled the Xuanming Elders, who genuinely treated him like a junior brother. Most importantly, this "junior brother"...

I came down the mountain on my master's orders to clean up the sect.

Good heavens, if it were just an ordinary junior brother, that would be fine. But the problem is, they can't beat this junior brother! When they say they're going to clean house, they're not just talking the talk.

Let alone this junior brother, just hearing the name of their master, the Hundred Losses Taoist, would make these two tremble in their legs.

It was precisely because of this, coupled with their decades of loyalty to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, that the two elders of Xuanming did not harbor any wicked intentions this time.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't think much of it.

Anyway, this is a good thing and won't do me any harm.

He instructed Yuchi Feng and the ascetic Fan Yao: "You two keep a close eye on Zha Yadu. Report to me immediately if anything unusual happens."

Upon hearing this, the two men simultaneously stood up, clasped their hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Yes!"

Tsk tsk, I must say, this feels pretty good.

No wonder so many people are desperate to climb the ladder. Watching a group of people bow down to you, that feeling of looking down on someone can definitely send your adrenaline soaring.

However, Xiao Yaoqing didn't mind, smiling and waving his hand: "No need to be so polite. If there's nothing else, go ahead and do your work. If you'd like some tea, feel free to sit down and have a couple of cups?"

Want some tea?

Yu Chifeng and the monk Fan Yao exchanged a glance, then secretly glanced at Lianxing lying on the bed.

Forget it, if I'm going to have tea, I'll find a place far away from that dangerous woman.

The two quickly waved their hands and shook their heads, backing away as they said goodbye.

Before leaving, Yu Chifeng gritted his teeth, turned to Lianxing on the bed, bowed deeply, and said nervously, "Senior, I...I'm sorry..."

He still remembered his earlier use of the word "servant".

, to this "senior"

I've offended you.

Yu Chifeng was filled with anxiety, fearing that this "senior" would...

I'm thinking about it.

Lianxing, who was lying on the bed, didn't move at all. He didn't dare to say anything more and quickly slipped out of Xiao Yaoqing's tent.

After everyone had left, Lianxing slowly opened her eyes, her large eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at Xiao Yaoqing and asked:

"Brother, am I particularly scary?"

Xiao Yaoqing was amused by her and casually replied:

"Don't ask me this question, go ask them."

Lianxing turned her head and her gaze fell on Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao froze.

Lianxing asked again:

"Xiao Zhao, am I really that scary?"

Xiao Zhao was stunned, her face full of embarrassment.

Then, she chuckled dryly a few times, giving an irrelevant answer:

"Sister Lianxing, are you thirsty? I'll go get you a glass of water."

Lian Xing: →_→

Xiao Zhao didn't even need to open her mouth to answer; her reaction alone was enough to write the answer on her face.

Lianxing looked a little aggrieved, her eyes filled with tears, and whispered to Xiao Yaoqing:

"Brother, actually I... I'm really not that scary, I..."

Seeing her like this, Xiao Yaoqing knew exactly what she wanted to say.

He raised his hand and rubbed her forehead, saying:

"Alright, I understand."

Upon hearing these words, Lianxing felt as if her heart was filled with honey, so sweet it was almost cloying.

Especially that "brother"

The words, spoken by Xiao Yaoqing, warmed her entire body.

This was the first time he had ever spoken to her in an older brother's tone!

Her brother... is so gentle! 190 Zhang Wuji: It's not my turn to show my face yet!

A few days later, at night.

A figure nimbly leaped onto Wudang Mountain.

There's no need to guess, it's definitely Zhang Wuji.

He had already revealed his identity, so why did he still sneak up the mountain?

Of course, he's trying to play dumb to take advantage of others.

If others don't know that he, the leader of the Ming Cult, is present, they will definitely bully Wudang without restraint.

He will jump out to save the day when Wudang is in dire straits.

Showing off your skills back then was the most exciting and the easiest way to evoke gratitude.

To be honest, this idea wasn't really because Zhang Wuji was particularly clever.

It was a completely subconscious impulse.

But he had no idea that even if Zhao Min knew he had gone to Wudang Mountain, she wouldn't take him seriously.

The reason is simple—Zhang Wuji still couldn't beat Xiao Yaoqing.

Of all the people in Wudang Mountain, the only one she feared was Zhang Sanfeng.

In the back mountains of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was over 120 years old, but his body was getting stronger and stronger, and his energy and spirit were getting better every day.

The old man sneaked back to Wudang, knocked out a third-generation disciple with a single move, and stripped him naked. The boy was only ten or so; what had he done to deserve this? Zhang Wuji, upon returning to the mountain, immediately turned on his own people.

There was nothing he could do; he had to pretend to be from Wudang to sneak in.

Just as he finished changing into his Taoist robes, hurried footsteps and shouts came from outside: "Uncle-Master Yu, a high-ranking monk from Shaolin has arrived, saying he has urgent business to discuss with Grand Master!"

Zhang Wuji raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that the Shaolin people had come seeking help, but unfortunately, they didn't know that Shaolin was already gone.

He still felt a little uneasy.

Yu Daiyan lay on a bamboo stretcher, while someone carried the "Shaolin monk" on.

Please come into your room. A moment later, a hurried voice came from inside: "Several people, carry me to see my master!"

Zhang Wuji naturally joined in and became one of the stretcher bearers.

Following Yu Daiyan's directions, they led the Shaolin monks to the place where Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion.

Upon reaching the entrance, Yu Daiyan had someone set him down. Just as he was about to call out, a deep, resonant voice echoed from the secluded cave, full of vigor, like a surging river, impossible to suppress: "I didn't know a high-ranking monk from Shaolin had arrived. Has something happened at Shaolin?"

The voice was majestic and deep, with a long and sustained breath; one could tell from it that the speaker possessed profound skill.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Wuji trembled, his face beaming with undisguised joy. He desperately suppressed the urge to call out, "Grandmaster!"

A surge of impulse welled up inside me, but my heart was churning violently: my great-master's voice was even more energetic than before, his health must be even better!

At this moment, that "Shaolin monk"

He quickly performed a Buddhist salute, his voice trembling with tears: "Master Zhang, my Shaolin... is finished!"

What kind of monk talks like that?

But the stone door where Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion suddenly opened with a loud "boom".

It exploded with a loud bang.

An old man emerged from behind the door. He had a full head of white hair, a long beard as white as snow, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, radiant and full of energy. He had broad shoulders, a straight back, and looked even more robust than Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was so excited that he had to exert a lot of effort to restrain himself from rushing up to acknowledge his relatives.

Now is not the time for him to show off.

This monk, who claimed to be a high-ranking Shaolin monk, was actually an assassin sent by Zhao Min to kill Zhang Sanfeng.

But was Zhang Sanfeng really that easy to fool?

The old man lived to be over 120 years old and spent many years at the Shaolin Temple when he was young.

To be honest, he still has quite a few old grudges with Shaolin.

Let's not talk about the distant past.

Ten years ago, among the group that forced his disciple Zhang Cuishan and his wife to their deaths, there was a high-ranking monk from Shaolin Temple in charge, right?

There was also that time when Zhang Sanfeng personally led his grand-disciple Zhang Wuji to visit Shaolin Temple.

The results of it?

They wouldn't even let us in the door.

At this age, one isn't truly a clay idol without temper.

However, Zhang Sanfeng was, after all, the Taoist master of Wudang.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't as petty as those Shaolin monks.

He didn't give the monk a very friendly look, but he didn't chase him away either. He asked in a relatively calm tone:

"What happened at Shaolin Temple?"

"Thump—"

The assassin immediately knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

"Master Zhang! Those demons from the Ming Cult, unwilling to accept our siege of Bright Peak, stormed the mountain gates after we withdrew! Shaolin... Shaolin has been wiped out!"

"What?!"

Zhang Sanfeng, who had lived for over 120 years, was also shocked upon hearing this news.

Putting aside the character of the people in Shaolin Temple, it is still one of the top sects in the martial arts world.

They were wiped out so quietly?

Is the Ming Cult really that powerful?

Zhang Sanfeng looked down at the "Shaolin monk" kneeling on the ground.

Suspicion began to creep into my mind.

When has he ever seen a Shaolin monk kneel before someone?

In our line of work, whether we're asking for favors or asking for things, isn't it just a matter of reciting a Buddhist mantra and performing a Buddhist ritual?

Oh, right.

He had to kneel before the emperor, but he wasn't the emperor.

Master Zhang became alert.

He immediately filled his body with protective true energy, stepped forward, and reached out to help:

"Get up, get up..."

Just as Zhang Sanfeng approached...

That "Shaolin monk"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He poured all his inner energy into his palms and pushed them hard towards Zhang Sanfeng's stomach.

"puff--"

A muffled thud.

Zhang Sanfeng took the full force of the blow to the stomach.

Yu Daiyan and Zhang Wuji from Wudang were terrified and rushed forward to save the person.

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to speak, he suddenly saw Zhang Sanfeng sway.

The third-generation disciples of Wudang immediately rushed forward to support the old master, and Zhang Wuji also reached out and grasped Zhang Sanfeng's wrist.

Upon that touch, Zhang Wuji's heart sank.

The Grandmaster's internal energy was in disarray, clearly indicating that he had suffered internal injuries.

But Zhang Sanfeng was thinking about something else at the moment—how could this kid have such profound internal strength? Could it be... that he's also a spy who infiltrated Wudang?

In reality, Zhang Sanfeng was not injured at all.

He had concentrated all his inner energy in front of him to withstand that palm strike, and now that his inner energy had dispersed, his body swayed slightly.

But when the old master sensed Zhang Wuji's powerful internal energy, he immediately became alert.

He deliberately controlled his meridians, causing the energy within his body to become chaotic, and feigned a pale complexion.

This was a calculated move—he wanted to see what this "assassin" was up to.

What exactly are we trying to do?

Zhang Wuji was indeed fooled.

He noticed that Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy was disordered and was extremely anxious. He was about to reveal his identity at all costs to help him regulate his breathing.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the other side of the steps:

"Grandmaster, it's terrible! Those Ming Cult devils have already reached the halfway point up the mountain!"

The news from the front lines made Zhang Wuji's heart sink.

"I can't hold on much longer."

He frowned, but upon closer inspection, Zhang Sanfeng appeared completely calm.

I wasn't actually injured at all.

This weak appearance is all an act, meant to impress that Ming Cult brat.

The old Taoist priest was waiting for the other party to make a move.

But that kid remained calm and didn't make a sound.

"Is he still testing the waters?"

Zhang Sanfeng thought to himself, "This play must continue."

If we were to slip up now, who knows what kind of trouble that kid would cause.