Chapter 9: Light on the top

On the third day after leaving Baituo Mountain, I caught up with Yin Wuji and others. I was not surprised by this. After all, according to Leng Ningshuang's caution, she would not easily relax her control over important witnesses without being fully sure.

Compared to our smooth sailing, the team escorting witnesses in front of us obviously suffered a little. Yin Wuji was dressed in rags, his right hand was kept in his sleeves. Yang Kai bandaged his fists and the white cloth was dyed red with blood. Xiao Guizi limped when he walked. However, Deng Bodang could not see any injuries on the surface, but occasionally he made a low cough or two. Although all four were injured, the three Persian Hu people and Ouyang Ke had not been robbed, which was a great blessing in disguise.

Leng Ningshuang is the saint of Qihuang, but she didn't care about these external injuries. She bandaged the injured people one by one, took out a few silver needles and stabbed them on several important acupoints on the back of Deng Bodang's chest. Huang Rong also took out the Jiuhua Yulu Pills and distributed them to everyone. Leng Ningshuang's wonderful hands and the spiritual medicine from Peach Blossom Island made the injured four people feel refreshed.

When Leng Ningshuang asked about the injury, Yang Kai suddenly changed color and was about to speak in anger, but Yin Wuji gently turned Yang Kai with his elbow. Yang Kai looked stunned and stopped talking, with a somewhat awkward expression. I knew this must involve the civil strife of the Ming Cult. Yin Wuji was unwilling to reveal it to us outsiders. He immediately stood up and wanted to call Deng Bodang and Xiao Guizi to leave.

Leng Ningshuang said first: "Brother Yang, since you have agreed to go to Guangmingding Ningshuang, then we can't hide the matters of our Ming Cult. Brother Yin doesn't need to worry, just tell me the truth."

Yin Wuji was stunned at first, and immediately showed a happy look. He bowed to me and bowed to me: "Thank you, Young Master Yang, Gao Yi, for helping me. I've just been rude, so don't blame Young Master Yang."

Yang Kai, who was standing aside, said, "Brother Yang, don't be surprised. It's not that my elder brother is rude. It's really too embarrassing to say this. The guys who intercepted us were actually brought by the Dharma King of the Protectors in the Sect."

"What? The Dharma King of Protecting the Teachings?" Leng Ningshuang stood up at the sight of her, looking disbelief, "Is it the Monkey King or the Tiger King? Is it the Dragon King?" At the end of her speech, Leng Ningshuang's voice was already trembling, obviously shocked.

"It's the Great Tiger King. Apart from the Tiger King's Tiger Claw Hand, there are not many people in the world who can break my Great Eagle Claw with just the finger strength of the outsiders." Yin Wuji said this with confidence, but I shook my head secretly. This is a typical Yelang's arrogant person. You are not only good at finger skills in the world. Not to mention it, but with the young master's Nine Yin Divine Claws, it's more than enough to break your Great Eagle Claws. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but interrupt and asked, "Brother Yin, can you really be sure that the leader of the sect is the Dharma King of the Protective School?"

Yin Wuji replied firmly: "You can't be wrong. Although these people are covered with black scarfs, their figures and martial arts cannot be hidden from others. Especially the tiger claw hand of the powerful tiger king, Yin must not admit it." Yang Kai also said hatefully: "That stinky bald donkey is not righteous. He drank with our brothers a few years ago. He turned around and killed him. If Brother Deng was not here this time, our brothers would have been here this time."

"It would be too hasty to judge a person's identity by just finger strength." I couldn't help but shake my head. But although Yin Wuji and Yang Kai didn't say anything, they both showed disapproving expressions. I was young and energetic, and my mind was hot for a moment. I drew a semicircle with my left hand and grabbed a big stone beside me. With a puff, my fingers inserted more than half an inch into the stone. Then I held it hard with my five fingers, crushing the stone in my palm, and looked at Yin Wuji with a sneer, "Brother Yin, I don't know that Yang's finger strength is comparable to that of the Great Tiger King of the Shanggui Cult?"

Yin Wuji and Yang Kai were stunned, even Leng Ningshuang looked unbelievable. Although I had a sneer and proud manner on my face, I was crying with pain and scolded myself for being too impulsive and confused, so why was I so stupid that I used my flesh and blood to grab a stone? I have deeply experienced what the ten fingers are connected to the heart. However, my presentation also works very well. At least Yin Wuji felt that this clue could not explain any problem by relying on his finger strength.

At this time, Deng Bodang suddenly whispered: "It's not the tiger claw hand, but Shaolin's powerful Vajra finger and Vajra God Palm." Although this was said without a head or tail, everyone understood it. Yang Kai clapped his palms and said: "That's definitely Fakong's bald donkey. This stinky bald donkey master came out of Shaolin. Because he was best at tiger claw hand, Master Leng gave him the title of the powerful Tiger King."

I ignored Yang Kai and turned to ask Deng Bodang, "Brother Deng, can you confirm that the man is a Shaolin disciple? What are the moves? So what about internal strength?"

After hearing this, Deng Bodang pondered for a while before he said affirmatively: "It must be a Shaolin disciple. My ancestors have a deep study of Shaolin Kung Fu. Several of the kung Fu inherited from Shaolin's 72 unique skills. I can't admit it." Speaking of this, he showed a hint of doubt and continued: "This person's martial arts skills are very high, his moves are exquisite, his actions are ruthless, but his internal strength is mediocre, otherwise I would not be able to resist those two heavy moves."

After hearing this, I had roughly guessed the identity of that person. If it weren't for the Huo Forefather Tuo who had cast Shaolin, it would be the successor of Huo Forefather Tuo. It should have nothing to do with the powerful tiger king of the Ming Cult, and immediately said: "This person is probably from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions. According to a Shaolin friend of Yang, the founder of this sect was a Huo Forefather Tuo from Shaolin. He had secretly learned some Shaolin's external kung fu, so he could be considered a branch of Shaolin, and it should have nothing to do with the tiger king of the noble sect." Although it was speculation, because I had already determined the answer in my heart, I was very sure. The three Ming Cult members did not believe it, but Leng Ningshuang was still a little worried and urged everyone to go on the road.

Because she was afraid that Ouyang Ke would not be able to think about it because of disfigurement, Yin Wuji kept keeping Ouyang Ke in a drowsy state and prepared a carriage for him alone. But now, because Huang Rong didn't want Baoer to see Fengshuang more, Leng Ningshuang woke Ouyang Ke, lit acupoints and threw them into a carriage with the three Persian Hu people. She held Baoer and the wet nurse Yun Niang and occupied Ouyang Ke's carriage. Originally, I planned to let Xiaolongnu get into the carriage, but I didn't expect that this little guy stayed in my arms and didn't get on the carriage, and he said he would ride a horse with me. At the beginning, she was afraid that the scorching sun and wind in the Western Regions would hurt Xiaolongnu's skin, but after a few days, Xiaolongnu's little face was as tender and smooth as ever, without any wind and frost, which made the women who covered their heads and faces tightly throughout the day envious.

Ouyang Ke quickly knew his situation because the acupuncture was sealed, so he had no chance of hysteria. However, Ouyang Ke was the son of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. In less than a long time, he calmed down and stayed in the carriage honestly. Although he could not see his expression because of the bandages on his face, he could always feel his resentful eyes when he walked by Ouyang Ke. At the beginning, I felt a little guilty. That day, because I was anxious to restore my original appearance in front of Xiaolongnu, I forcibly lifted the human skin mask from my face, deforming the entire face, causing Ouyang Ke to lose the chance of recovery. However, I was annoyed by Ouyang Ke and quickly threw this matter behind my head. I secretly wondered whether to use the Ming Cult's knife to kill people to prevent future troubles.

I don’t know why, but the journey was surprisingly smooth, and the group soon arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. After entering the sphere of influence of the Ming Cult, they never saw any movement, which made everyone who was on guard all the way puzzled. Leng Ningshuang’s eyebrows never let go, and she looked worried all the way.

Kunlun Mountain continues, with no one thousand mountains of all sizes, and eight hundred. Guangmingding Pin is just a higher mountain in the northwest of the foothills of Kunlun Mountain. From a distance, it is towering into the clouds. The Ming Cultivate cultivated the main hall at this peak, and I don’t know how much manpower and material resources it took to cultivate.

Leng Ningshuang is the saint of Ming Cult. When she returned to the Ming Cult, she was naturally quite an ostentatious. In addition, she had to take three Persian Hu people and Ouyang Ke up the mountain, which was really hard to do. The vast group of people finally got to the top of Guangming. Before the gate of Ming Cult, there was no one to greet her. Only eight big men in white were guarding the door, with a look of alert on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Leng Ningshuang's expression changed slightly, and the sword eyebrows behind him quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Why are there only you? Don't you know that the saint is back?" Yang Kai had already walked up the mountain to inform him that it was still so deserted here, which was really unusual.

The leading man in white clothes had a deep eyes and a high nose. He saw that he was from the Western Regions. He ignored his sword eyebrows and went up to bow to Leng Ningshuang and said in stiff Chinese: "Brother Yang started arguing with Shi Zuojun as soon as he came back. He heard that he had even started to fight. The leader was so angry about this matter that he ordered his subordinates to let the saint return to the temple as soon as he saw it."

Leng Ningshuang didn't expect Yang Kai to be so restless and walked in with a blue face. Yin Wuji was worried that something might happen to his brother, so he ordered a few members of the Ming Cult to carry three Persian Hu people and Ouyang Ke first, and he ran in quickly.
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