Among the crowd, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest sweeping the floor. His back was slightly hunched and his movements were gentle and slow. From the back, he seemed to be an old man in his sixties or seventies. From the front, he was only about forty years old.
Wearing a blue-gray monk's robe. There are no decorative patterns on it. It has been washed white.
From this point of view, it can be seen that this person is not a real disciple of Tianxin Pavilion. Sects similar to Tianxin Pavilion have some handymen who are responsible for sweeping the floor, incense candles and other chores. Their status is not high.
The ground was already very clean. None of the practitioners present dared to throw garbage on the main peak of Tianxin Pavilion. It can be said that this Taoist priest is a bit redundant.
Sweeping and sweeping, he arrived near the place where Chen Zhe was leaning. The Taoist priest raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, and wanted Chen Zhe to give way.
This place is quite comfortable. Chen Zhe doesn't want to let it go.
So he stretched out his hand: "Give me the broom. It's easier for me to sweep here."
The Taoist priest actually shook his head: "No need. Every particle of dust in these places must be swept away by me."
He has a rather stubborn temper.
Chen Zhe smiled slightly and stood up to get out of the way.
The Taoist priest carefully swept away the non-existent dust. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Zhe: "Little brother, you don't seem to be here to attend the Five Dragons Gathering. There are other reasons."
Chen Zhe was a little surprised: "Why do you say that?"
The Taoist priest smiled: "At your age, you must be a junior in the sect. But I haven't seen your elders. You are not like other young people who deliberately make friends with you. You are a bit absent-minded."
This Taoist priest has a very keen sense. Chen Zhe smiled: "Senior, you have good eyesight. It seems that the disciples of Tianxin Pavilion are not ordinary people."
The Taoist priest stopped talking. He seemed a little tired. He gently leaned the broom against a wooden railing and took a breath.
The broom leaned against the railing. The railing swayed slightly. Chen Zhe's eyes moved. He looked at the broom carefully. Although it was golden in color, it was not ordinary bamboo. The light shining in the sunlight was similar to that of metal.
"The face comes from the heart. This magic weapon belongs to Jiang Yixin. Since I gave it to you, it means that your relationship is extraordinary. How is she doing?" The Taoist priest leaned on the top of the mountain and blew in the mountain breeze, squinting his eyes slightly.
He saw it.
Chen Zhe suddenly turned around and looked directly at the Taoist priest. His eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty. He clenched his right hand slightly across his chest and condensed his breath: "Senior, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
When Jiang Yixin handed this magic weapon to Chen Zhe, she said that even ordinary practitioners could not see through this magic weapon. But the Taoist priest said it in an understatement.
The Taoist priest smiled: "Well... although the right hand is in front, the aura of the left hand is stronger than that of the right hand. The sharp energy in the body is very strong. It is estimated that there is an immortal sword that is rare in the world of practice. I advise the little brother not to take action. Even if it is only Just one move. You won’t even be able to get out of here.”
"How dare I do something to my senior?" Chen Zhe guessed that the other party had no ill intentions. He dispersed his true energy and stood beside the Taoist priest with ease.
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Are you cowardly? In this kind of situation, you can use Mian You Xinsheng to block your true colors. But I advise you not to use it here. When the leaders of the five sects in the world gather together, then there will be at least five I can see your true colors."
Only five of so many spiritual masters can see through it. Not many more. But Chen Zhe still turned around and took away the magic weapon when no one was paying attention: "Senior, please stop scaring me. What if someone is killed?"
Some cultivators were walking up the stone steps below one after another. Those who came here were all young elites of the sect or important figures in the sect. Chen Zhe squinted his eyes and looked at the team walking down the mountain.
Chen Zhe's eyes fell on a group of people walking up the mountain. The leader was also a middle-aged man. He wore a yellow Bagua scarf on his head and wore a yellow Taoist robe with double dragons embroidered on the chest.
Mei Qiuyu, the leader of the Guixian Sect.
Chen Zhe sneered: I didn't kill you last night. I met you again today. We can't do anything here. Let's try another place.
The Taoist priest next to him saw Chen Zhe's cold eyes. He smiled slightly and said nothing.
"Headmaster of the Lieyang Sect, Master Jiang Yunzhi. Elder Master Wujing has arrived..." There was a soft drink. The voice was obviously far away, but it was as calm and gentle as if it was ringing next to the ears. Today, the Zhike Taoist priest from Tianxin Pavilion is also a member of the sect. A disciple of the Nascent Soul Realm. He shouted at the mountain gate. Chen Zhe could hear it clearly.
He had the impression that among the people who went to Vancouver, Canada to kill Jiang Yixin, there was Master Wu Jing.
The Lieyang Sect has a very good relationship with the Methodist sect. Therefore, the Lieyang Sect can be said to be Chen Zhe's enemy. Chen Zhe has always paid close attention to his enemy. He looked at him from afar.
The Lieyang Sect only practices fire-based Taoism. Its disciples also practice the pure Yang mind method. Therefore, most people have reddish complexions. Qian Hao is like this, and Wu Jingzhen is like that too.
Only this master, Jiang Yunzhi, has a fair face and a long gray beard under his chin. He looks like a fairy. When he walks, his feet are not dusty. He seems to be walking very far and slowly, but in the blink of an eye he walks very slowly. Already halfway up the mountainside of Hopeless Peak.
The other cultivators were jealous of the reputation of the five sects in the world, so they unconsciously made way for Lieyang Sect. Jiang Yunzhi was very polite, and couldn't help but express his thanks and greet others.
Chen Zhe glanced at the Taoist priest next to him: "Senior, didn't you just ask how Jiang Yixin was doing? Some time ago, several practitioners joined forces to besiege her in Canada. Fortunately, she was safe because of her superb skills. Then besieged her. Among all the people, there is only Mr. Wu Jingzhen.”
"You yourself have a grudge against the Lieyang Sect. You want to provoke me." The sweeping Taoist priest gave Chen Zhe a joking look.
This stratagem was not clever. It was too simple and too direct. But Chen Zhe was not afraid of being seen by him at all. He just smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if there is any hatred. Provocation is indeed provocation. The most important fact is the fact. Anyway, I will Having said that, the initiative still lies with you."
The Taoist priest said nothing.
The provocation was unsuccessful.
Then keep up the good work. Chen Zhe continued to look down at the scenery below the mountain. He said to himself: "The person who is chasing my mother-in-law is an internal matter of the Demon Fox Sect. The Methodists gathered people. Among the people who went there was Li from the Demon Fox Sect. Jinghan, Wei Fei, Li Jinghan's body was destroyed by me. Wei Fei also went to the Methodist Sect with her. The people who went to the Methodist Sect included Zhang Shaoze, Zhang Yuzi, Liu Shitong, He Chong, and Yuyang Taoist leader Zhao An. .Mei Qiuyu, the leader of the Guixian Sect. If the woman I like is hunted by so many people, I will find her one by one and kill her. Her bones will be spread to ashes."
The Taoist priest remained indifferent. He just turned his head and looked at Chen Zhe in confusion: "Jiang Yixin is your mother-in-law. You are with Xiao Qiao. How is Xiao Qiao? Is she pretty? Does she look like her mother?"
"Beautiful. My mouth is watering just thinking about her." Chen Zhe said sternly, wiping the corner of his mouth.
"My mouth watered when I saw Yixin back then," the Taoist priest replied.
While he was talking, the people from Lieyang Sect had already arrived on the mountain. There was a huge crowd and a lot of chatter.
Jiang Yunzhi had just climbed up the mountain. Then Master Wu Jing walked in. Suddenly there was a huge broom under his feet. He was stepped on without warning.
With his level of cultivation, how could he trip over something? Wu Jingzhen's legs were slightly bent, and his true energy was flowing almost without moving. He stood still gently without even shaking his body.
The sweeping Taoist priest of Tianxin Pavilion smiled slightly and put away his broom. He swept lightly: "Give way. Give way. Watch your step."
Master Wu Jing hid very quickly, but he still couldn't hold on to his true energy. He tripped over the broom and fell to the ground in a panic.
"Sorry, sorry. I've already reminded you." The sweeping uncle carried the broom, turned around and left.
Chen Zhe's eyes widened.
This is almost impossible. The five senses of cultivators are sharp. For a person like Wu Jingzhen, let alone tripping on something, even a sneak attack on him with a black gun is impossible to succeed.
The only possibility is that the middle-aged uncle holding the broom is a super master. Wu Jingzhen is as tall as several floors, but this uncle is about 10,000 meters tall.
Moreover, when did the uncle who was by his side just now suddenly run so far away? Chen Zhe didn't even notice.
"You are indeed a master." He sighed, fascinated.
"You're welcome." The middle-aged Taoist uncle sweeping the floor stood beside Chen Zhe again at some point.
Chen Zhe smiled: "Senior, my divorce plan seems to have worked."
The uncle smiled slightly and waved the broom lightly. Chen Zhe jumped to avoid it, but the broom was lifted up at some point and tripped on his feet. Chen Zhe lost his balance in mid-air. Immediately, his true energy began to flow. He tried hard to get out of the way. I stood up straight, but a branch from the uncle's broom gently touched the Huantiao point on my leg.
The circulating true energy suddenly stopped. Not only did it stop, it actually flowed backwards.
At this moment, Chen Zhe fell forward like an ordinary person. Fortunately, he grabbed the wooden railing next to the summit platform with his hands and didn't fall. He felt like Master Wu Jing just now.
"Beat you, you cunning boy." The Taoist priest glanced at Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe thought of the method he used just now. It was obviously an ordinary method, but he just couldn't block it and couldn't avoid it.
This is not just the Ruoxu realm of the seventh heaven. I’m afraid it’s the Mahayana realm of the eighth heaven. Or...
"Thank you, senior, for teaching me." Chen Zhe bowed his hands as a junior.
If Chen Zhe had tripped, he would have made a fool of himself at most. But if someone like Wu Jingzhen fell down, he would have made a huge fool of himself.
Many cultivators have seen it. Due to the face of Lieyang Sect, they dare not laugh even if they want to. It even makes Master Wu Jing embarrassed.
His red face turned black and purple. He got up and looked around. The Taoist priest who tripped him with the broom was not even a shadow.
"Who is it?" Master Wu Jing just spoke. He was blocked by Jiang Yunzhi beside him: "Stop talking. Isn't it embarrassing enough? The person just now was Xu Guanyu, one of the nine disciples of Tianxin Pavilion Jiuding Mountain."
Master Wu Jing is a righteous man after all. He suppressed the anger in his heart.
Chen Zhe looked back at Xu Guanyu: "Senior, I have a feeling of sympathy for you."