As soon as the sky became bright, Wu Yong and the three of them informed their teachers of the emergency, packed their bags, and were sent off to Emei.

"Uncle Wu, Junior Sister Song, Junior Brother Chai, and Uncle Bai Ye asked me to send you here. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself. I have to go back."

The sword light was like mist, falling lightly in a dense forest. A middle-aged man with tied hair smiled kindly and put Wu Yong and three people down.

Wu Yong looked around and saw the vast forest around him. From time to time, a hot and humid wind blew, and the dense forest was like a wave of green, approaching them in layers.

Through the branches and leaves, in addition to the red, green, and yellow fruits of various colors dotted on the lush canopy, you can also vaguely see the corner of the rolling mountains.

Chai Kunpeng was stunned. He circled on the spot, pointed at his feet, and asked with wide eyes: "Brother Ding, may I ask where the road is?"

Man said he was on his way, and the forest leaves all around him looked the same. If Wu Yong and the others had not stood still, he would not have been able to tell the direction in which they were standing before turning around.

Brother Ding smiled without saying a word, floated into the air, broke away from the tree crown, and left without mentioning.

"How are we going to go back!" Chai Kunpeng took a running start, jumped up high, raised his limbs in the air, roared in the direction he left, and then sat down on the ground.

Wu Yong looked around and said, "Let's go."

Chai Kunpeng looked frustrated and turned around and said: "Where are you going? Do you know the direction?"

Wu Yong thought of the situation when he went up the mountain and said: "Emei is centered on this mountain and is isolated by spiritual mist for thousands of miles. Judging from the appearance of this dense forest, we should still be nearby. Uncle Bai Ye will not let us die.

, just walk, maybe we’ll go out.”

Without waiting for him to speak, Wu Yong started to move forward.

Strange to say, he was still in front of the two of them a moment ago. In the blink of an eye, he had walked into the depths of the dense forest, and he did not know where he went.

Song Yuying and Chai Kunpeng were shocked. You looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't care to complain anymore and hurriedly followed each other.

The two of them walked into the dense forest, and suddenly the world in front of their eyes was spinning, and they could no longer see anything clearly. After struggling to lift their legs and step out, they appeared on a small road.

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The red sun is blazing above my head, and the dry and cracked soil is beneath my feet.

Wu hung one arm on a dead tree three feet high, and put his other hand flat in front of his forehead to block the light, trying to look into the distance. When he saw the two people coming out, he let go and jumped down, saying: "I know where we are."

"That's the Shuling Mountains where Emei is, and we came out of it." He pointed to the south, and what he saw was green pines and cypresses, towering giant trees, and mountains as high as the clouds.

Then he pointed in three directions: east, west, and north, and said: "I don't know exactly what is on the east and west sides, but if you go north, it should be the county closest to Shuling, Jiangyuan County!"

Song Yuying used her fingers to distinguish up, down, left, right, east, west, north, and south. It was so confusing that she couldn't tell which was which.

Chai Kunpeng felt relaxed and asked with a suspicious look on his face: "How do you know so clearly?"

Wu Yong looked to the north and said: "I followed the official road from the south of Jiangyuan County, walked into Shuling, and bowed at the mountain gate."

At this time, Song Yuying and Chai Kunpeng were both shocked and said in unison: "So you are the new disciple who climbed the mountain alone to the Golden Summit Temple?"

"So...are you really the disciple of the eighth master of our sect?"

"Why didn't you tell us your origins yesterday? Are you just waiting to tell us as if nothing happened to see how surprised we both were?"

Song Yuying and Chai Kunpeng each said one sentence and chased Wu Yong to ask questions.

"Let's not mention these for now," Wu Yong smiled, pointed to the wilderness in the distance, and said: "Going further north, you should be able to see the official road. We can enter the boundary of Jiangyuan County along it. It is very convenient.

Are you going?"

"But we have no road guide. If we go to Jiangyuan County, it's best to disguise ourselves and sneak in by pretending to be a refugee who doesn't know anything."

The three of them looked at each other.

"Or..." Wu Yong pointed to the east and west directions again, "I heard when I was in Jiangyuan County that one side is close to the sea and the other side is close to the mountains, and there are many villages along the way."

Song Yuying's eyes lit up.

"Sea!" Chai Kunpeng also exclaimed.

On the one hand, I have to disguise myself as a beggar, and on the other hand, I have never seen the endless blue sea that I have only heard about in books. This is a multiple-choice question without any suspense.

Wu Yong led the two of them and walked east along the path.

Along the way, Song Yuying felt bored and kept talking to Wu Yong.

Chai Kunpeng felt that he was not on the same page with them at first, but the young man was always lively and had no deep grudges. He was just very naughty in sword fighting. There were not many interesting things on the road, so he couldn't bear it anymore and chatted together.

"So, Wu Yong, you are now the disciple of the eighth master uncle in the sect? Then I have to call you uncle..." Song Yuying was not very happy.

Chai Kunpeng also looked reluctant.

Wu Yong waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, we don't need to call you that in private, we can do it as cheaply as possible."

Song Yuying shook her head and said: "That won't work. Our Emei class is very strict. If the teacher knows that we are not the same as you, we will definitely be punished."

Chai Kunpeng shouted: "You are the same generation as our two teachers, and you let us call you conveniently. Doesn't that mean that our seniority with the teacher is confused? Huh... what do you mean!"

"Then it's up to you." Wu Yong was speechless and rolled his eyes at the boy.

But having said that, it is indeed universally recognized that the Emei class is extremely strict.

There are currently eight people with the highest seniority in Emei, namely the eight disciples under Patriarch Baimei, who are also the second generation disciples. Xuan Xuzi is the last among them, and is what Bai Ye calls the "little junior brother".

Coming down are his third-generation disciples, all of whom are second-generation disciples, including Qiu Yiliu and Qin Qing. Their numbers are not that large in Emei.

Further down, there are fourth-generation disciples such as Song Yuying and Chai Kunpeng, who account for the largest number of people in the sect, including Xu Jing, whom Bai Ye mentioned yesterday.

However, Wu Yong felt a little embarrassed when he thought about Xu Jing. As an elder, he actually chopped off the hilltop where he lived with a sword... Fortunately, the other party did not pursue the matter and settled the matter.

Wu Yong sighed in his heart and shook his shoulders.

With a heavy bag slung across his shoulder, he was walking on the path with the bright red sun. On his left and right hands were Chai Kunpeng and Song Yuying respectively. One was only carrying a bag, and the other was carrying nothing, so relaxed.

"What are you doing carrying such a big baggage?" Chai Kunpeng couldn't help but wonder when he saw Wu Yong carrying the baggage, bouncing around and obviously very heavy, but he seemed to be fine, walking easily and not taking a breath.

Wu touched the shoulder strap hanging on his chest with his hand. It was not as soft as ordinary cloth, but very hard. He felt inexplicably peaceful and said with a smile: "Just a change of clothes."
Chapter completed!