From the woodcutter's mouth, he only got the news that there was a Rakshasa ghost woman on Longshan Mountain.
As for the rest, the woodcutter didn't know.
According to Qiao Fu, Longshan is a particularly steep mountain.
The surrounding mountains stretch continuously and are connected with the Huangshan Mountains.
As a result, these mountains are basically rocky and very difficult to walk.
Longshan, where the Rakshasa hags live, is impossible for ordinary people to climb up. It is a rocky cliff.
After the woodcutter took the money and left happily, Wu Zhi couldn't help but frown slightly.
Obviously, there must be something wrong with the Rakshasa ghost woman on Longshan Mountain.
Those Ming Cultists were obviously coming towards her!
In line with the principle that watching the excitement is not too big a deal, Wu Zhi was even more determined to observe it and maybe get some benefits.
Wu Zhi had just had this idea, and before he had time to say it out, Ximen Qing beside him had already noticed Wu Zhi's thoughts.
She immediately said: "Hey, you don't really want to go, do you?"
Wu Zhi lowered his head and looked at Ximen Qing beside him.
When the little girl raised her head, she looked at her for less than a second or two, and then she suddenly lowered her head.
Somehow, Ximen Qing seems much shyer than usual.
Wu Zhi touched Ximen Qing's head, thinking she was scared.
"Hahaha, don't worry, your master is very powerful."
"Whether it's a Rakshasa hag or a member of the devil's sect. No matter whether they have high martial arts skills or a large number of people, if they can't defeat us, we can run away!"
When Ximen Qing heard this, he immediately raised his head and found that Wu Zhi's shamelessness was far beyond his imagination.
She said: "Master, do you have any shame?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Wu Zhi's unbridled laughter began to echo throughout the valley.
Wu Zhi carried Ximen Qing and quickly shuttled between the valleys.
Soon, the master and the apprentice landed quietly in a bush.
Worried about being discovered, Wu Zhi kept Ximen Qing under his arm from beginning to end.
Although the little girl kept pouting, she remained silent.
Ximen Qing's face is always red.
However, Ximen Qing's attention was quickly attracted by the movement not far ahead.
I saw several tents erected on a flat ground in front of me.
Ahem, it’s a real tent.
There are wooden fences around the tent.
They even set up a platform five or six meters high, with two archers standing beside it, always watching what was going on around them.
Wu Zhi frowned slightly when he saw this.
Judging from the layout of this tent alone, the leader of this group of people is a man who can march and fight.
And judging from the guards standing around the tent, it can also be seen that this group of people is very disciplined.
Each soldier stands there like a flagpole, and their strength cannot be underestimated.
"Master! Are these people members of the Demon Cult?"
Wu Zhi nodded and whispered: "This Fang La should not be underestimated!"
"Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, he also has elite soldiers and generals under his command."
Hearing this, Ximen Qing couldn't help but sneer.
"How strong can it be?"
"We can't even defeat the city of Hangzhou."
In Ximen Qing's eyes, those people in Hangzhou, including the little emperor, were useless mediocrities.
Fang La couldn't even win the city of Hangzhou and couldn't get on the big stage at all.
Wu Zhi reached out and grabbed Ximen Qing's head, which made Ximen Qing shake it in anger.
As soon as she raised her delicate face, she saw Wu Zhi with a naughty smile.
"Silly girl, no matter what kind of thing you encounter, you can't judge it based on its appearance alone."
"Everyone thinks that Fang La did not capture Hangzhou this time because he was not strong enough to defeat it, but in fact it was because Fang La's goal was very clear."
Ximen Qing asked: "What is Fang La's real purpose?"