Chapter 787

Zhang Xiaohu walked down a small path and Zhang Xiaohua appeared from a pile of rocks not far away.

Looking at the simple and crude village in front of him, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel a sense of respect. He had followed Zhang Xiaohu underground and arrived at the mountain before Zhang Xiaohu. Martial Uncle Zhou's explanation just now happened to fall into his ears and swept away all his doubts.

"He's really a man of iron in the Misty School. No wonder he's Sect Leader Ou's Senior and Junior Brother!"

Zhang Xiaohua had a good impression of Li Jian and Liu Qingyang, the two Grandmasters whom he had never met before, as well as the thousands of disciples of the Misty School who had been crippled by the Fragrant Cult. He felt that they were the backbone of the Misty School. If he wanted to help them, he would definitely help them even if they weren't related. Well, of course, it would be best if he could kill two birds with one stone. Hehe, what if he could kill three birds with one stone?

Four birds?

Wouldn't that be even better?

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but start scheming again!

Zhang Xiaohu followed Martial Uncle Zhou into the small mountain village. The first thing he saw was a simple and crude archway. Although it wasn't tall, there was a plaque with the words' Misty School 'written on it. Although the words weren't as elegant as those on the archway of the Misty Mountain Villa outside Ping Yang City, it didn't have the same awe-inspiring aura. However, when paired with the thick wooden archway, there was a hint of unruliness.

Zhang Xiaohu walked to this place and couldn't move his feet. The words' Misty 'were not uncommon in the Misty Hall of Shixin Peak, but it wasn't as pleasing to the eye as here. Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but tidy up his sleeves and bowed deeply.

Martial Uncle Zhou watched from the side without saying a word. He only nodded slightly at the disciples standing on both sides of the memorial archway as if this was a common occurrence. However, Zhang Xiaohu did not notice this expression of familiarity.

After passing the decorated archway, there was a large open space. It was much larger than the square in front of the original Misty Mountain Villa. It was already afternoon, and the weather was somewhat stuffy. In the square, many disciples were either in groups of three or five, or in groups of ten. There were also many who were alone, and all of them were practicing martial arts!

Zhang Xiaohu had already seen this and was puzzled. "Weren't the disciples here crippled long ago?"

But when he got closer, Zhang Xiaohu already understood that these disciples were practicing fist techniques, sword techniques, and so on. There were even many disciples who were using stone weights to train their strength, but none of them seemed to have internal energy. It was exactly the same as when Zhang Xiaohu first entered the Lotus Escort Agency.

"Heaven's movement is vigorous, and the gentleman will never stop striving!!!"

Not only Zhang Xiaohu, but also Zhang Xiaohua, who had escaped into the ground, saw this lively scene and this sentence flashed in their minds.

Yes, these disciples of the Misty School were indeed crippled and their joints crushed by the experts of the Fragrance Cult. However, the Fragrance Cult could only cripple their martial arts. Their unyielding hearts and unyielding fighting spirit could not be wiped away in any way!

Suddenly, a kind of reverence spontaneously arose from the bottom of Zhang Xiaohu's heart. Thinking of his own actions in the past few years on Shixin Peak, he could not help but blush with shame. At the same time, he was extremely glad. Fortunately, he had discussed with Wen Wenhai and the others before coming to this place that was almost forgotten by the disciples of the Misty Hall to seek guidance from Martial Ancestor Li. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to know everything that happened so close to him.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaohu immediately understood why the disciples of Lingering Fragrance Peak were so strict with the disciples who came to the Misty Mountain Villa. Not only did they have to have the token of Misty Hall Master Yang, but they also had to have the token of Lingering Fragrance Peak's Deputy Hall Master.

If the young disciples of the Misty Hall knew that there were thousands of old, weak, sick, and disabled people practicing so hard without caring whether their practice was effective or not, then they would definitely feel nostalgic. The sense of belonging that the Fragrant Cult had cultivated with great difficulty would definitely be swept away. The young disciples of the Misty Hall knew that there were thousands of old, weak, sick, and disabled people around them who were practicing so hard without caring whether their practice was effective or not, then they would definitely feel nostalgic and the sense of belonging that the Fragrant Cult had cultivated with great difficulty would definitely be swept away.

The Fragrance Cult certainly did not want such a thing to happen.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaohu and Martial Uncle Zhou saw that what they saw was no different from the original Misty School. There were disciples on patrol, disciples practicing, and everything was in good order. However, no matter what kind of disciples they were, no matter how calm their expressions were, their clothes and weapons were the old clothes and weapons of the former Misty School!

Therefore, Zhang Xiaohu also noticed that Martial Uncle Zhou was also wearing old clothes.

Zhang Xiaohu frowned and wondered whether he should ask. At this time, Martial Uncle Zhou spoke first, "Martial Nephew Zhang, our communication with the Misty Hall is not very smooth. Thinking about it carefully, we haven't had any disciples come here for a year. I don't know how our young disciples are doing on Shixin Peak."

Zhang Xiaohu thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Everyone is doing well. Many things have happened in the past year. I will tell you in detail when I meet Martial Ancestor Li later.

It's just that … "Zhang Xiaohu looked around at the simple thatched huts and said apologetically," But, we disciples don't know that Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles are living so simply. This disciple … I don't know what to say. "

Martial Uncle Zhou glanced at Zhang Xiaohu. For some reason, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes. He only smiled and did not say anything.

Zhang Xiaohu asked again, "This disciple has a question, but I don't know if I should ask it or not."

Martial Uncle Zhou raised the corner of his eyes and said with a smile, "Go ahead."

Zhang Xiaohu pointed to the low thatched huts and wooden huts around and said, "Everything in the Misty Hall is done by ourselves. Then … Martial Uncles and Martial Ancestor's clothes, have they always been wearing in the Misty Hall?"

Martial Uncle Zhou snorted and said, "Martial Nephew Zhang, aren't you asking the obvious?

If not, why would your Hall Master send you here? "

Zhang Xiaohu was confused. He cupped his hands and said, "This disciple doesn't know what Martial Uncle Zhou is talking about. However, I think Martial Uncle Zhou has misunderstood. This disciple has come here for an extremely important matter. It's just that I can't tell you in detail for the time being."

Martial Uncle Zhou looked suspicious and said with a frown, "Forget it. Anyway, this is your Martial Uncles' problem. I just need to bring you here."

Then he thought for a moment and said, "Didn't I say just now that we, the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Misty School, didn't want to come to the Incense Cult. We only wanted to be buried in the Misty Peak with Sect Leader Ou. However, we were forced to come by the disciples of the Incense Cult. Our people are here, but our hearts are still in Ping Yang City. Therefore, not only do we live in a place built by ourselves with a piece of stone and a piece of wood, even our food and other necessities are taken care of by ourselves.

Our clothes … "Martial Uncle Zhou said proudly," Of course they are from the past. We don't even have a single thread of the Incense Cult. "

"The ancients said, 'Boyi and Shuqi don't eat grains of Zhou'. Martial Uncles, you are of noble character and unquestionable integrity, not inferior to the ancients. This disciple is really impressed!"

Zhang Xiaohu was in awe again, but then he hesitated and said, "But weren't the disciples of the Misty School forced to change clothes by the disciples of the Incense Cult?

How did the Martial Uncles … "

Martial Uncle Zhou shook his head and said, "We aren't even afraid of death. Why would we be afraid of their coercion?

Even if we don't change our clothes, they can't force us to change our clothes, right? "

Zhang Xiaohu was a little ashamed. If you want me to change my clothes, I will die in front of you. I'm not even afraid of death, why would I be afraid of your coercion?

Although it was easy to say, if you really did it, it wouldn't just be the contact of lips, it would be the price of blood and life.

As they spoke, they arrived at a spacious area. On the other side of the spacious area, there was a rather large wooden house. Above the house was a simple plaque with the words "Meeting Hall" written on it.

Martial Uncle Zhou looked at the wooden house from afar with a longing expression and said with a smile, "Martial Uncle Li, if you don't have anything to do, you should be in the Conference Hall. Martial Nephew Zhang, please."

"Martial Uncle Zhou, please."

Zhang Xiaohu nodded and then he thought of something and said, "I wonder if Martial Ancestor Liu, oh, right, and Martial Uncle Shi Niu, are they doing well?"

"This …" Martial Uncle Zhou's face was a little gloomy and said, "It's still the same. It has been many years. No matter how much we tried to persuade him or think of other methods, it was useless. This heart disease needs to be cured by the heart medicine, others are useless. Martial Nephew, why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Zhang Xiaohu said, "This disciple knows a little about the two grandmasters. Before I came here, Master told me again and again to bring him to take a look. Maybe he can say something."

"Eh?

Is that so? "Martial Uncle Zhou thought for a moment and said," Your master has a message for Shi Niu?

Or Martial Uncle Liu? "

Zhang Xiaohu saw that Martial Uncle Zhou had misunderstood and was about to explain. Suddenly, he thought of something and said with a smile, "Actually, both of them are fine. If it's not convenient for Martial Ancestor Liu, then Martial Uncle Shi can come over!"

Martial Uncle Zhou nodded and brought Zhang Xiaohu to the Conference Hall.

He walked to the front of the Conference Hall and bowed respectfully. He said loudly, "Martial Uncle Li, the Ethereal School of Shixin Peak sent someone here. He said he has something to discuss with you."

After a moment, a cold voice came from inside, "What can it be?

Yang Ruping brought her young disciples to her Misty Sect, while I brought a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people to my Misty Sect. We will never interact with each other. So, why should I hope that I will be able to get along with them?

There's no need to meet this person. Tell him to go back. Tell him that no matter what the conditions are, this Li will not agree. Tell them to give up as soon as possible. "

Then, he muttered, "It's been a year since a fly came to harass us. Why is it that after a moment of peace and quiet, there are people coming? How noisy!"

Martial Uncle Zhou looked at Zhang Xiaohu, thought for a moment, and reported, "Martial Uncle Li, this person is Junior Brother Wen Wenhai's direct disciple. He said that he has an important matter to discuss with you, and he also has a message for Senior Brother Shi Niu and Martial Uncle Liu."

"Direct disciples?" The person inside was a little surprised. "Aren't they all dead?"

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