The six people rushed for hundreds of kilometers day and night to Pingdingzhou Orangutan Beach. The rocks here are as red as blood, which is the only way to get to the Black Wood Cliff.

It was dusk at this time, and several people quietly found a hidden place and hid and rested. After adjusting their breath for two hours, the six people sat together and discussed how to act.

Chongxu said: "Heimu Cliff is just north. After passing the Long Beach in front of you, there is only a narrow stone path upwards. The mountain road is steep and there are people from the Demon Cult to take care of it. It is difficult to get through whether it is forcing or attacking in secret. Only the back mountain is surrounded by the river, the water flows rapidly, and the stone walls are like walls, and there is nowhere to focus, so no one guards it."

He took out two iron claws from the package, about the size of a tiger's forefoot. The four claws were bent and slanted down, and they looked conical. The front end was sharp. He pressed hard on the stone wall on the side and inserted his claws straight in. A rope was tied behind each claw, which was several meters long. He pulled it down. The rope was tight, but his claws remained motionless.

Seeing this, everyone already understood the purpose of this object. Master Chongxu took out his divine claws and said, "This is the flying divine claw I mentioned. It is made by the old Taoist nephew Chenggao, which is conducive to climbing high. I plan to use this object to climb up from the stone wall of the back mountain, find a place to settle down, put down the ropes, and you can follow it. What do you think?"

Taoist Master Tianmen and Linghu Chong and others had no objection. Shen Yuanjing picked up the divine claws and looked at them, but said, "This move is a bit inappropriate."

"Oh, what problem did Young Master Shen see? Are you worried that this divine claw will not work?"

Shen Yuanjing said, "No, this cliff is two or three hundred feet high. It is still difficult for the Taoist priest to go up by one person, let alone carry a lot of hemp ropes. It is important to be a big deal, and I can't help but worry about whether the Taoist priest is strong enough. Why not leave this to me?"

"You?" Master Chongxu knew that Shen Yuanjing's martial arts skills were higher than him, but he was climbing up and leaning on his light skills. He shook his head and said, "It's not that the old Taoist does not trust Young Master Shen. It was actually created by the founder of the ancestor Sanfeng. He is good at leveraging power in the air. It can not only help me climb up, but also save my life if there is any accident."

Shen Yuanjing didn't answer, and when he shook his body, he floated to the treetops next to him, stood firmly, swayed in the wind for a few times, and then slowly fell down.

Everyone was shocked, and Shen Yuanjing said, "Master, how about it?" Master Chongxu sighed, "It's the old Taoist who has a sluggish eyes. Young Master Shen has such light skills, so he should take this great task."

He said that, handed over the flying divine claws, looked up at the moon, and then said, "It's already midnight. Let's eat some dry food first, then rest for an hour before setting off. Young Master Shen, come with me."

Shen Yuanjing followed Master Chongxu to a secluded place and heard him whisper: "Young Master Shen is willing to take risks for the right path in the martial arts world, and the old Taoist dares not hide his own personalities. He also passes on the skill of Tiyunzong to you. If you can have a little inspiration, you can also add some guarantee."

Priest Yan Bi Chongxu did not wait for Shen Yuanjing to answer, and softly recited the key points of martial arts twice, and then asked: "How much does Young Master Shen remember?"

Shen Yuanjing said, "I have remembered it." Taoist Master Chongxu nodded, and the two returned to their original place. When the moon was farther than the middle sky, everyone had finished repairing it, they set off.

Fortunately, the moonlight was clear and bright tonight, Shen Yuanjing found a stone platform by the river that could barely stand. He stepped on a few protruding stones on the edge of the cliff and came to the stone platform. Master Chongxu tried his best and threw the hemp rope over.

Shen Yuanjing pulled out an iron chisel, entered the stone wall, tied one end of the hemp rope to it, and tied the other end to his waist. Then he took out a flying divine claw, held the rope at the end, spun it a few times in his hand, threw it up, held the end of the rope, and used clever strength to go downwards. The divine claw suddenly grabbed it diagonally and inserted it into the mountain wall.

He pulled down a few times hard, quite firmly, then nodded to the people over there, grabbed the rope with both hands, and climbed up. When he reached the bottom of the divine claw, he took out the second divine claw and threw it up.

Then he had climbed about a hundred feet high, planted an iron rod here, tied the hemp rope tightly, pulled it up, and there were two hemp ropes hanging at the end. He tied the original one and the other new one to the iron rod and continued to climb up.

In less than an hour, Shen Yuanjing climbed to the top of the mountain. He tied the third hemp rope and sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate his breathing.

At this time, the moon had already set and the rising sun had not yet risen. It was the darkest moment in a day. Suddenly, a sound of the guqin sounded. Shen Yuanjing listened and actually played the pipa song "Ten Sides of Ambush".

He moved his heart, stood up, picked up a piece of dead branches to make a torch, and walked straight forward. He turned a corner, and the sound of the piano became louder and he was playing the "arrangement".

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The second Taoist Chongxu came up, but he didn't see Shen Yuanjing, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He waited until Linghu Chong came up, and the sky was already clear.

Linghu Chong was a little sad and said, "Master Taoist, Taoist Qingxu, is he an old man?"

Taoist Master Chongxu raised his hand and pressed it lightly, saying, "It's okay. Since he is willing to come here, he is determined to die. If he seeks benevolence, he will be resentful? Besides, he just fell, and there is river water below, and he may not be able to survive."

After Linghu Chong, Master Qingxu was the last climber and grabbed the third one on the second hemp rope. Suddenly, the strong wind blew, caught off guard, grabbed the slightest and fell down.

When he was at a loss, he could not help panic. He had already climbed to two hundred feet high. When he fell, he was afraid of disturbing the guards of the Demon Cult, so he didn't say a word.

Linghu Chong couldn't speak, and Taoist Master Lingxu and Taoist Tianmen were silent. Taoist Chongxu sighed: "I have not seen Young Master Shen here, I only heard the sound of a piano. Things may have changed. Let's go there quickly."

The four of them followed the way Shen Yuanjing had just advanced, and after a corner, they suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers. In front of them was a very exquisite small garden, with red plums, green bamboos, green pines and cypresses, which were arranged in great ingenious manner. Several pairs of mandarin ducks were wandering in the small pond. There were four white cranes beside the pond. The water surface was clear and round, the wind and lotus moved slightly, and several blue lotus stood proudly.

Everyone could not expect that there would be such a place on the top of the mountain, and they all secretly amaze. There was also a large flower garden in front of them, with mandala flowers, white orchids, yellow and red, all kinds of colors, competing for beauty and beauty without any friendship.

There were nine short tables inside, and there were three people sitting. The first person in the top was Shen Yuanjing, who was playing the long flute. When opposite, he sat a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, playing the guqin.

There was a man in his forty seat at the main seat. He could see that he was taller than ordinary people and was very majestic, but his face was pale and his beardless, adding a little feminine.

Several people walked up to him, and the ensemble ended. The man sighed: "Free and high-quality, outstanding, and the afterglow is lingering. The word "smiling and proud" tells all the people in the world. What a pity! If I had known that Na Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng had such talent, I would have protected them, so why would I be forced to death by a group of ordinary people?"
Chapter completed!