To the southeast of Wangwu Mountain, there is the former Juxian Village and the famous Shaolin Temple, which contains the tomb of Cai Yong in Guangling San.
If he had spare time, Su Cheng would still like to visit these places, but when he thought about Zhao Min's affairs in Dadu and the refugees he met along the way, he no longer had such thoughts.
"Xiao Zhao, do you think I did something wrong?"
Su Cheng looked at the devastated world, and suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to leave everything behind, join the rebel army against Yuanting, and expel Meng Yuan as soon as possible.
"Sir, these matters cannot be solved by personal force..."
Xiao Zhao said softly. As smart as she is, she naturally knows what Su Cheng is thinking.
But unless you are an immortal, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you will still be powerless before the general trend of the world. Even if you can assassinate the emperor, will you still kill everyone in Meng Yuan?
Back then, Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, Xu Zhu, Guo Jing, Yang Guo, etc., and even Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, if force could really solve everything, there would be no such thing as what happened later.
"Yes, manpower is exhausted and there is nothing we can do. We can only do our own thing first."
Su Cheng sighed and regained his composure. He himself knew that personal force would have little effect against the general trend of the world.
More importantly, Su Cheng was self-aware of his own abilities, and his military force was not strong enough to sneak into the palace to assassinate Emperor Meng Yuan or King Ruyang.
On the next journey, he met many refugees. Su Cheng informed them of the situation in Taihu Lake and gave these people a clear place to go. This was the limit of what he could do.
After walking for several days, the two men from Su Cheng arrived at Zhuozhou and stopped to rest in an inn.
Before he reached the inn, Su Cheng's expression changed slightly. His current internal power was so deep that even if he didn't use it deliberately, he could still hear the noise coming from the station.
After hearing several crisp and familiar voices, Su Cheng immediately recognized them as those from the Emei Sect.
Entering the inn, they saw more than a dozen women including Yingying Yanyan, including Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, Master Jingxuan, etc. The leader was Master Miejie of the Emei Sect, holding the world-famous Yitian Sword in his hand.
"You have met a special person, Luck 3."
"You met a special person, Luck 2."
"You met a special person, Luck 2."
Su Cheng glanced at the people around Zhou Zhiruo and had a guess in his mind. It should be Jingxuan from the Twelve Emei Jingzhong. Jingxu was waiting.
"I've met all the teachers before, but I didn't expect that we would meet here."
Su Cheng took the initiative to step forward and say hello to Miejie and others.
The six major factions share weal and woe, and although there is competition among them, generally speaking, there is no great hatred.
After all, there is two-way pressure from Mingjiao and Yuanting. If the six major sects continue to fight among themselves, they will not be able to survive until now.
"The poor nun and his disciples are following Xie Xun's traces, but it's Head Su, how did he end up here?"
Master Miejie stood up and said that they had been tracking Xie Xun's traces for the past few months, and it was not a secret.
After Xie Xun resigned as the leader of the Ming Cult, he did not stay too long and used the power of the Ming Cult to trace the whereabouts of the bundles. After that, Xie Xun was chasing Cheng Kun, while Miejie and others were chasing Xie Xun.
This is not only because of personal hatred, but also for the dragon-slaying sword. Only in this way can Miejie and others take out the secret book in the sword.
"I see, I'm passing by here, and I'm going to Dadu next."
Su Cheng did not mention Zhao Min's affairs, but he did not hide his next destination.
"Well, in that case, I wish Master Su a smooth journey."
Master Miejie said lightly, with a lukewarm look on his face, obviously not intending to talk in depth.
"Thank you, Master. Then we will go."
Su Cheng had long understood Mie Mie's temperament. He had never had a good impression of men, so it was very rare to be able to have a few words with him.
After Su Cheng and Xiao Zhao left, Master Jingxuan approached Master Jue and said softly:
"Master, this Master Su is light in body and mind, his eyes are bright, and he seems to have improved a lot in his martial arts."
Master Jingxuan's martial arts can be said to be the highest among the disciples of Jiejie. After careful observation before, he naturally discovered the difference in Su Cheng.
"Yes, this Master Su is indeed a strange person. We haven't seen him for several months, and his martial arts have reached a first-class level. Even Master Zhang definitely didn't have this kind of martial arts when he was young."
Although Master Miejie's face was calm, he was quite shocked in his heart. For ordinary people to become first-class masters, who could become a first-class master in just a few months without practicing for more than ten years, or even decades? This has never been heard in the world.
experienced such a thing.
"What, Master Su has become a first-class master? How is this possible?"
Ding Minjun on the side also said in surprise. Not only him, but also Zhou Zhiruo and others also looked surprised.
"Master, is this true?"
Zhou Zhiruo recalled her first meeting with Su Cheng. At that time, Su Cheng and her martial arts were only between brothers. Now, after not seeing each other for several months, they actually became as masters as their masters.
Just like two days ago, you were an ordinary colleague who had not seen each other for several months. After seeing him again, he became the richest man. This is almost a magical thing.
"Although I don't know what happened, Master Su's martial arts is indeed top-notch."
Master Miejie shook his head, glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and sighed in his heart.
Among all the disciples, Zhou Zhiruo has the highest talent, but even if he wants to cultivate to the level of a first-class master, it will probably take at least ten years.
For Master Miejie, in addition to revenge against the Ming Cult, expelling the Tartars and strengthening Emei were her two biggest wishes.
There are not many martial arts prodigies in the world, and there are even fewer prodigies among women. For this reason, if you want to improve Emei's strength, you can only start with exercises, and the Nine Yin Manual is the most suitable method.
Tap tap tap!
Two Emei disciples walked in outside the inn, came up to Master Miejie, and said softly:
"Master, traces of Xie Xun were found at Yunshan, ten miles away."
As a major martial arts sect, Emei naturally has its own methods. Even if Xie Xun is extremely skilled in martial arts and has the help of people from the Ming Cult, the people of Emei will still find traces.
"Everyone sets out. If we can't catch the Xie Xun dog thief, I, Emei, will never stop."
Hearing this, Jue Jue retracted his thoughts, waved his hand and led the disciples away from the inn, chasing Xie Xun again.
At this moment, except for Emei and Shaolin, the other sects have almost given up and continue to follow Xie Xun's plan.
However, Emei is different from other sects. Xie Xun killed Miejie Shitai's brother, and the dragon-slaying sword is also related to the rise of Emei. Therefore, Miejie Shitai will never let Xie Xun go.