Upon hearing Qu Feiyan's question, Chu Qinghe replied irritably, "Nonsense, I came here this time to see Pang Ban. We'll get to know each other better this time! It'll save me the trouble of introducing myself later."
After all, it's easy to take advantage of someone you know well.
As the saying goes, it's easier to talk to someone you know.
If I were to meet Pang Ban with a completely unfamiliar face, I would have to spend several sentences introducing myself, which would be quite troublesome.
Making extra preparations gives you room to maneuver even in the event of an emergency.
Qu Feiyan: "???"
Upon learning the reason why Chu Qinghe had Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan disguise them again at the last minute, Qu Feiyan was full of questions.
"Just for this?"
Chu Qinghe stretched and continued, "Not really! It's mainly to be on the safe side. If we fail and find that the people who poisoned us were different twice, wouldn't that be telling Pang Ban that we were also disguised on Bright Peak last time?"
After all, it's uncertain whether Chu Qinghe will kill Pang Ban this time.
If Pang Ban is sensible enough, Chu Qinghe can simply use poison to express his feelings.
It's always good to have a backup plan.
Qu Feiyan: "..."
After understanding Chu Qinghe's thoughts, Qu Feiyan was speechless for a moment.
Only when Jellyfish Yin Ji looked at Chu Qinghe did her beautiful eyes remain tender and gentle.
"This man is so thoughtful!"
……
End of Xu hour
Perhaps sensing the unrest in Wudang today, as darkness fell completely, a continuous stream of lights appeared on Wudang Mountain.
Especially the Zhenwu Hall on Tianzhu Peak, which appears equally brightly lit even from the nearby Tianjun Peak.
at the same time.
At this moment, a large number of Wudang disciples had gathered in the Zhenwu Hall of Wudang.
In the center of the Zhenwu Hall, more than ten Wudang disciples who had reached the Innate Realm had red eyes and clenched their fists tightly.
In front of these dozen or so disciples, there was a person lying on the ground, his face ashen and his breath barely perceptible.
It was Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of the Wu Sect, who had disappeared without a trace several months ago.
At this moment, a Wudang disciple skilled in medicine squatted in front of Song Yuanqiao to take his pulse, his face extremely solemn.
While this person was taking pulses, the other disciples around Wudang dared not disturb him.
However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.
The newcomer wore a snow-white Taoist robe, had white hair and beard, a peaceful face, and exuded a sense of contentment.
With that serene face, one can't help but feel that he is a Taoist master.
It was Zhang Sanfeng, the late-stage master of the Celestial Realm who single-handedly founded Wudang and developed it to the point where no one in the world dared to offend him.
When they saw Zhang Sanfeng, all the Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Grandmaster."
After casually flicking his whisk, Zhang Sanfeng strode to the center of the Zhenwu Hall.
When he arrived in front of Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly upon seeing Song Yuanqiao's face.
He then looked at the doctor squatting beside him and asked, "How is the situation?"
In response to Zhang Sanfeng's question, the Wudang disciple beside Song Yuanqiao quickly stood up and said, "Grandmaster, the acting sect leader has been poisoned, and his pulse is strange. With my medical skills, I cannot determine what kind of poison the acting sect leader has been poisoned with."
Upon hearing what the Wudang disciple said, Zhang Sanfeng said no more, took two steps forward, and squatted down next to Song Yuanqiao.
After taking Song Yuanqiao's pulse for a short while with three fingers on his wrist, Zhang Sanfeng frowned, then gently lifted the three fingers.
With this movement, Song Yuanqiao, who was originally lying on the ground, was pulled up by an invisible force and then sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
And one hand slowly rose up.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng placed his palm on Song Yuanqiao's hand, and his true energy quickly entered Song Yuanqiao's body.
"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Uncle Mo's body..."
Suddenly, a series of urgent sounds rang out from outside the Zhenwu Hall.
Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Sanfeng, who was circulating his true energy to remove the poison from Song Yuanqiao, also turned his head away.
Immediately afterwards, two figures rushed into the Zhenwu Hall.
On one of the people's backs, there was a corpse.
When the Wudang disciples' gazes fell upon the corpse, each of them was startled.
"Uncle-Master Mo?"
Similarly, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed when he saw Mo Shenggu on the back of the Wudang disciple.
A few breaths later, as the Wudang disciple carrying Mo Shenggu rushed to Zhang Sanfeng's side, the Wudang disciple quickly placed Mo Shenggu's body on the ground.
"Sound Valley!"
Looking at the familiar face of his disciple, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but murmur.
Startled, Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment as he channeled his true energy into Song Yuanqiao's body.
However, just as Zhang Sanfeng's attention was completely drawn to Mo Shenggu, the Wudang disciple in front of him, Song Yuanqiao, who was standing in front of Zhang Sanfeng, suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, "Song Yuanqiao" quickly raised his other hand.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In an instant, dozens of barely audible whooshing sounds pierced the air from beneath Song Yuanqiao's sleeve.
Zhang Sanfeng was no ordinary person; he was able to create the Wudang Sect, which could rival the Southern Shaolin Temple, all by his own efforts.
Almost immediately upon hearing the sound of air being torn apart, Zhang Sanfeng's true essence condensed within his body, and a surging, continuous stream of energy mixed with true essence burst forth from his body.
At the same time, twenty-seven long needles, as thin as cow hair and as black as ink, were suspended in mid-air by Zhang Sanfeng's special strength and the condensation of his true essence.
The moment Zhang Sanfeng's gaze fell upon the twenty-seven long needles in front of him, his eyes narrowed.
"Tang Clan's Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?"
However, before Zhang Sanfeng could think further, the next moment, Mo Shenggu on the ground and the Wudang disciples who had just carried Mo Shenggu into the Zhenwu Hall all quickly raised their hands.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
As before, a series of barely audible whooshing sounds quickly appeared in the air.
(End of this chapter)
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