Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

September 12, there are still three days before the duel between Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng!

Ming Dynasty Yanjing!

At the feet of the emperor.

It has always been a relatively prosperous place.

A city wall that is ten feet high.

Red painted city gate.

It looks full of supreme majesty.

Peddlers, common people coming and going, the city was bustling with traffic.

The number of soldiers guarding outside the city gate was several times more than usual.

The inspection of people coming and going was also very strict, causing the people to murmur and wonder what had happened.

Some local people were also surprised to find that the soldiers guarding the gate were no longer the original city guards.

Even though they were still wearing the clothes of the city guards.

But no matter what weapons each person carries.

Still the same heroic figure.

He looks arrogant and unyielding.

They are obviously the palace guards protecting the dynasty.

Rather than those greasy big-headed soldiers.

Zhao Wuxian's refusal made the little emperor feel uneasy, especially after he heard that Zhao Wuxian had sent a letter to Zhu Wusi.

Facing a being who is most likely a martial immortal.

No matter how cautious the little emperor is, it is not excessive.

The current situation in the Ming Dynasty's Yanjing is loose on the outside but tight on the inside. In addition to the replacement of the city guards, there are also more spies and informants on the streets.

There is also a group of soldiers on standby at any time.

However, the young emperor did not dare to let the troops enter the city, and could only ask the palace masters, the East and West Factories, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard to patrol more frequently.

Suddenly, outside the city gate, some people looked back.

What to look at?

lively?

Beauty!

A beautiful girl.

The graceful figure of 15 years old exudes a charming youthful aura.

The hair is tied in a bun on the left side.

Her waist-length black hair cascades freely.

Wearing a pair of long boots.

Wearing a light pink soft gauze dress.

Her fragrant shoulders and white arms are vaguely visible through the gauze dress.

The gauze skirt is tied at the waist with a silk ribbon, showing off the slim and tight waist.

The hem of the skirt is visible.

The soft curves inspire endless imagination.

The corners of Niu Rou Tang's mouth curled up. After being an "invisible man" for many years, he was inexplicably excited to walk in the sun for the first time.

The pretty face was tinged with red.

In the city, in a restaurant.

On a table.

Taoist Mu and hermit Gusong sat opposite each other.

Mu Dao Ren was a highly respected person in the Wudang Sect of the Ming Dynasty.

He had a head full of silver-white hair and was wearing a tattered Taoist robe.

He is the most honorable elder of the Ming Wudang Sect, the senior brother of Master Mei, and the cousin of Shen Sanniang, the Divine Eye.

He is highly respected, has a very high seniority, has a wide circle of friends, and claims to be best at Go, second at poetry and wine, and third at swordsmanship.

Although he is nearly 70 years old, his face is still ruddy, he is full of energy, and he is playful and unrestrained.

Mr. Gusong was a hermit living in Huangshan.

His biggest hobby in life is collecting antique calligraphy and paintings.

He and Mu Dao Ren traveled together all year round and were inseparable. They were jokingly called the Boya and Ziqi of the Ming Dynasty's martial arts world.

It is not difficult to recognize famous figures in the underworld like them.

Wherever you go.

Wherever there are people from the underworld, they will attract attention.

There is a pot of hot tea on the table.

There is also a letter.

The tea is hot.

But the letter was cold.

It's still hot in September.

Hot and stuffy.

Taoist Mu and Mr. Gusong looked at the envelope and felt cold.

Icy.

A man came in from outside the door. On his well-defined face, his eyes were still bright and his eyebrows were still dark.

Four eyebrows.

Except for Lu Xiaofeng, no one else in the world has a beard as tall and delicate as his eyebrows.

He saw Mu Dao Ren and Gu Song Jushi, and also saw Xin.

Then, Mu Dao Ren and Gu Song Jushi also saw him.

"You are here, I knew you would come!" said Mu Dao Ren.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I also knew that you would come."

Mu Taoist laughed.

While he was laughing, he had already naturally picked up the letter on the table.

"Of course I don't want to miss this battle. Even if I'm really too old to walk, I'll crawl here anyway."

Lu Xiaofeng saw that he put the letter away. It seemed that Master Mu didn't want others to know what was written in the letter.

The three letters sent from the suburban manor and the flags carried by the messengers have attracted attention in the city.

A letter was sent to Zhu Wusi.

It is said that Zhu Wusi got the letter.

In front of everyone, he tore it up.

One letter is still being sent, but I don’t know who it’s for. It seems that person hasn’t arrived yet.

One letter was sent to Mu Dao Ren.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that there must be something fishy going on, so he hurried to find Mu Dao Ren to find out what was going on.

However, Taoist Mu had not read the letter yet, and was not going to show it to anyone else.

Lu Xiaofeng is not someone who likes to force others.

He seemed not to have noticed that Mu Dao Ren took the letter.

Lu Xiaofeng said calmly: "Do you want to see if there are any flaws in their swordsmanship, and then fight them?"

Taoist Mu was not angry, but sighed and said, "I am old now. I don't want to fight with others with swords, nor do I want to drink with others anymore!"

"If someone wants to play chess with me, I'd be happy to play."

Mr. Gusong suddenly said, "Actually, we are looking for you."

Lu Xiaofeng asked, "Looking for me? What do you want from me?"

Gusong said, "We have an appointment with someone to meet tomorrow afternoon, and I was thinking of asking you to go with us." Lu Xiaofeng said, "Why do you want me to go with the person you have an appointment with?"

Mu Dao Ren rushed to laugh and said, "Because you must want to meet this person too."

He smiled mysteriously.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask: "Who is this person?"

Mu Daoren smiled even more mysteriously: "Since you want to know who he is, why don't you go with him?"

Of course Lu Xiaofeng would not refuse to go.

He has always been a person who can't resist temptation and is more curious than anyone else.

But he could tell that Mu Dao Ren was talking about "him" instead of "us", so he said, "So, you won't go?"

Mu Dao Ren sighed, "I have to go to an appointment today!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "Do you think you can't go tomorrow?"

Taoist Mu said, "During the Song and Ming dynasties, at least twenty Grandmasters were killed by Prince Jing."

"Among them are the magic master Gong Pangban, the old man Huoshan from the Persian mountains, and the number one man in the Great Jin Kingdom, Wu Ri Shenqi, and many more."

“Although our sect’s founder, Master Zhang, has a close relationship with Prince Jing’s Mansion, he may not necessarily take care of me.”