Jiulian Mountain is located on the border between Jiangxi and Guangdong, at the core of the eastern Nanling Mountains. The mountain range runs northeast to southwest, with a maximum altitude of 1,500 meters.
The landforms of Jiulian Mountain are diverse, with steep peaks and valleys; intricate vein-like peaks and low-lying flatlands shaped like basins; landforms eroded by flowing water, structural landforms such as fault valleys and cliffs, and small mountainous areas still remaining
wetlands.
At this time, Jiulian Mountain is filled with thick fog, and nothing can be seen beyond three or four feet. Maybe the next step may be an abyss.
On the mountain road, there was a group of horse teams, with forty or fifty people in large numbers, each of them wearing a black scarf.
"Abbott, there is the sound of horse hooves ahead!" the pathfinder disciple reported.
"Echo from the empty valley. I don't know how many people there are. Be on guard!" The leader was an old monk with two white eyebrows drooping on his face.
Everyone looked up and saw countless men and horses galloping vaguely in the mist, so they all clenched their weapons and stared in the direction of the sound of horse hooves.
"Abbott, could he be a horse thief?"
It is not surprising that there are many horse thieves and bandits in these Jiulian barren mountains, robbing everyone who comes and goes.
"It may not be a horse thief! It would be a misunderstanding, so we have to display the flag of our sect." The abbot waved his hand, indicating to his men to display the flag.
"Yes!" The disciples behind him quickly erected several large black flags wrapped up in the thick fog. Four large white characters were clearly written on these flags - Songshan Shaolin.
It turns out that this group of people are all disciples of the Shaolin sect. But the strange thing is that most of them are lay people who practice Buddhism with their hair on, and only a few are bald.
"Yiyangzi, why don't you raise the flag?" the abbot of Shaolin asked strangely.
The person the abbot asked was none other than Yiyangzi. After successfully 'joining' the Dian Cang sect, Hao Shuai and the other two met the Shaolin sect who had come to participate in the martial arts conference on the road as in the plot. After reporting each other's family status, Hao Shuai and the others met
The three handsome men naturally walked with them.
"There are few of us, so there is no need to raise the flag, right?" Yiyangzi said with some embarrassment.
After hearing Yiyangzi's words, everyone around him showed a hint of disdain.
How could Hao Shuai, who had caught this, endure it! Now that he is also a member of the Dian Cang sect, doesn't despising Yiyangzi mean that he also despises himself?
"Master, don't we have a flag? Then raise it for everyone to see." Hao Shuai interjected.
"Is there any?" Yiyangzi asked doubtfully.
"This really exists." Hao Shuai affirmed.
"If there is, then raise it!" Yiyangzi said.
"Okay, Master!" After saying that, Hao Shuai didn't see any movement, and a metal flagpole suddenly appeared in his hand. The flagpole exceeded the Shaolin Temple. The red flag was embroidered with gold threads on the three dragons and phoenixes of the Diancang sect.
Large characters.
"The Cang sect's flag you lit is so unique!" The abbot said with envy as he looked at Hao Shuai's extremely luxurious gold-embroidered flag.
"Junior brother, come and hold the flag." Hao Shuai threw the flag to Ma Junwu. He would not carry a metal flag around stupidly. What if it was struck by lightning.
"Okay, senior brother." Ma Junwu happily took over the flag, then straightened the flagpole with his head held high, looking proud and proud.
"Abbott, they are coming!" said the disciple of Shaolin Temple.
"Ask clearly first, don't act rashly." The abbot led his troops and headed towards the opposite side.
The two waves of men and horses were getting closer and closer. When the two sides met, they finally saw each other's flags clearly through the thick fog, and they both let down their guard.
"It turns out to be Songshan Shaolin Temple, haha!"
"It turns out it's the Shangguan leader sent by Northwest Kongtong! Now I'm relieved."
"Fortunately, the Shaolin Temple raised the flag in time, and there is no care here. Although we are martial arts people, we have to hurry and don't want to cause trouble." The head of Shangguan said with a smile.
The abbot of Shaolin smiled and agreed: "Yes, it will be embarrassing if we fight!"
"Hey, who are these three?" The head of Shangguan looked at Hao Shuai and the other three people, whose clothes were completely different from those of Shaolin Temple.
"I am Dian Cang sect Yiyangzi. These are my two disciples. The master of Shangguan is polite!" The etiquette of the old Jianghu Yiyangzi is still very good.
"Dian Cang Sect?" Head Shangguan looked at Ma Junwu's luxurious banner, and a hint of envy flashed through his expression like the abbot, "In the past few years, this sect has rarely been heard of in the martial arts world. It seems that your sect is developing well.
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"Master Shangguan is too polite, but he is just making ends meet." Yiyangzi said modestly.
"But there are only three people from your Diancang sect? How can such a small number of people participate in a martial arts conference?" A trace of disdain flashed across the face of the head of Shangguan. What's the use of having more money? With so few people in the sect, sooner or later they will be swallowed up.
"Others in the sect have important things to do and can't get away, which makes the head of Shangguan laugh." Yiyangzi explained reluctantly.
"Then let's go on the road together." Head Shangguan said in a slightly charitable tone.
The disdain and charity of the Shangguan leader were seen by Hao Shuai, and he did not get angry. At Hao Shuai's level of power, it was difficult for him to pay attention to ordinary trivial matters, but directly wrote it down in a small book.
Yes, when he has time later, Hao Shuai will repay the favor to Master Shangguan.
"Master Shangguan, let's hurry up!" The abbot saw that nothing happened.
"Don't waste time, get on the road."
So the two groups of people merged into one group and ran quickly towards the front.
More than a hundred men and horses were running in the clouds and mist, and they looked like thousands of troops.
"Master! Look at others, and then look at us. Fortunately, this big flag can barely support our situation." Ma Junwu tightened the flag in his hand and said with some envy.
"We are the only three people in the entire sect who have been able to see each other. It would be even more embarrassing to bring out the other crooked melons and cracked jujubes." Yiyangzi muttered, with a bit of frustration in his tone.
When Hao Shuai heard Yiyangzi's muttering, he was speechless: He couldn't even take them out, how miserable these people must be!
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew around everyone, and even the thick fog was suddenly blown away. Sand and rocks were flying, making people dare not fully open their eyes. Even the horses neighed.
He seemed to be frightened and kept walking in place.
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"Come on, look what's up there?!"
Loud shouts came from the crowd, and everyone looked up to the sky.
As early as when the wind started blowing, Hao Shuai looked at the sky. With his eyesight, he could clearly see a huge crane with simple and white feathers and elegant and elegant body flying from above. There was also a crane sitting on its back.
There is a person wearing white clothes, with a fairy spirit floating around, as if he is as free and comfortable as a fairy.
Resisting the desire to pull the big bird down from the sky, Hao Shuai watched the big bird go away with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"Chase that crane to see who he is." The head of Shangguan said angrily, and then he led his disciples on horseback and chased him. People from the Shaolin Temple followed closely, vowing to find out who the other party was.
All of a sudden, only Hao Shuai was left unmoving. As for Yiyangzi and Ma Junwu, they were taken away by the horses that were running wildly in pain because of the injection.
After everyone had gone away, Hao Shuai turned his horse and headed in another direction, and finally came to a well.
Hao Shuai, who knew that the water in the well would erupt, did not ride forward, but stayed quietly next to the ancient well.
"Boom~"
Sure enough, after a while, there was an explosion sound from the ancient well, followed by countless dirty water mixed with mud spurting out, and then a clear spring gushes out of the well mouth.
At the same time, a loud crane chirped, and a white cloud fluttering in white fell leisurely to the edge of the well. Holding a clear spring in his hand, he opened his red lips and drank the water gently, smiling sweetly.
Hao Shuai tried his best to stop the frightened horse that kept neighing, and quietly admired the picture of the beautiful woman drinking water in front of him.
To be honest, Hao Shuai has watched a lot of Mei Yanfang's movies before. It's hard to get Hao Shuai's point of view with her modern costumed characters, but when she changes into ancient costume, it's a different scene, just like her now.
The fluttering appearance in white clothes fits Hao Shuai's aesthetic very well.