3. The talented man and the beautiful woman meet their opponents in chess (fifty)

3. The talented man and the beautiful woman meet their opponents in chess (fifty)

Although Wang Chong was also tired, he couldn't sleep. He expected that when his master came back in three months, he would have opened up the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve serious meridians. However, he did not expect that Lingsuer would call him back to Dulong Temple early. Now, It still lacked some heat and failed to get through the twelve serious chapters.

"I don't know how long Master will be in seclusion! I will try to fully refine my Qi before I meet Master."

Wang Chong activated the Qi Er Refining Technique and meditated instead of resting. After practicing for three or four hours, he regained his vitality.

He regained his energy and became slightly curious. He raised his eyes and looked out from the small opening of the cave where he lived.

The night was quite dark at this time, and when he saw the poisonous dragon motionless, Wang Chong suddenly felt a little childish, and secretly thought: "This poisonous dragon must be very good at Taoism, and it is also a mythical beast guarding the mountain gate. I don't know how many secrets it has." , why don’t I go and have a chat with it?”

Wang Chong did not go through the cave door. He used the token in his hand to open the ban on the small cave entrance, jumped out, and went straight to the east stone wall.

The mountain wall he lives on is in the far west, and the mountain wall occupied by the poisonous dragon is in the east, so he has to traverse the entire valley.

When he came, he didn't think much of it. Then while walking at night, Wang Chong discovered that the valley was too wide.

This valley is called Poison Dragon Valley.

There are also some bare hills, trees, and even two water sources and a pool in the valley. It is slightly shorter from east to west, twelve or three miles, and slightly longer from north to south, only twenty or thirty miles.

Even Wang Chong's Qinggong was considered quite good. With just a stick of incense, he had just walked from the west mountain wall to His Highness Tongtian.

He looked at the hall again and couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance.

Each floor of this hall is more than ten feet high, and the nine floors are superimposed, which exceeds a hundred feet. In the ordinary world, even the great city is not so tall, and even the imperial palace is not so majestic.

People are like ants in His Highness Tongtian.

Wang Chong knew that he couldn't get in, and he didn't want to go to Tongtian Palace to wander around. Just as he was about to move on, he suddenly heard someone saying hello, "But is it the new Tang Jingyu?"

Wang Chongxun followed the reputation and saw four or five young people. The one headed by them was gorgeously dressed and holding a folding fan. If not for his ugly appearance, he was quite elegant.

Wang Chong heard that the people who came had a bad tone, and saw them coming from the south again, he chuckled and said, "I wonder what the nephew of my senior brother calls me junior uncle?"

Although Wang Chong has never met any of his senior brothers, the seventh-ranked Master Qingyue is also several dozen years old. There is absolutely no way that these young people are disciples of Zen Master Hongye and Taoist Sunflower. They can only be passed down from generation to generation. Or a generation of disciples and grandchildren.

Even though he called him this, he still looked up at him.

The leader of the young master's face couldn't help but froze. After a moment, he sneered and said: "Ling Suer has not accepted an apprentice for many years, but now he has accepted an ordinary apprentice. I don't know whether he is blind or will be raised outside. I gave birth to a child out of wedlock, so I had to bring him in."

"Are you worthy of being the headmaster's disciple?"

Wang Chong didn't expect that this guy's tone was so unkind and completely merciless. He also sneered and said with a tough attitude: "Can't my master punish you? Are you so presumptuous?"

Several young people laughed together, and a young man in gray robe said slightly mockingly: "Although Lingsuer is favored by the ancestor and is in charge of our sect, how can he control our Hongye lineage?"

Wang Chong was born in a demon sect and was no stranger to such sect fighting.

In Emei, he was just a young man with the title of a former evil cultivator disciple, and he had no chance to fight openly and covertly with the Emei disciples. However, in Tianxin Temple, Wang Chong was accustomed to scheming with his fellow disciples.

Although the Yuan Yang Sword and the Underworld Snake were not around at this time, Wang Chong was not afraid of these young people. He was also very tempered in terms of his sharp tongue. He immediately replied: "My master is not incapable of controlling you, but I feel that you You are a loser and not worthy of discipline at all.”

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan was so angry at Wang Chong's words that he waved the folding fan in his hand, creating layers of clouds and mist, which seemed like he wanted to take action.

Several people around him hurriedly grabbed Mr. Huashan and whispered to dissuade him.

These few people were not afraid of verbal disputes with Wang Chong, but when they actually started to fight, it was not allowed by the sect rules.

Ling Sulke was in seclusion in the Tongtian Palace. If he noticed that they were bullying his disciples, these people would be in trouble.

The young man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan stared at Wang Chong fiercely. He waved the folding fan in his hand more and more urgently. As he waved the folding fan, a layer of cloud gradually enveloped him.

He said coldly: "Let's forget it for today. When the three-line sword fighting is at the end of the year, I will see how capable the apprentices under Ling Su'er are."

These few people didn't even tell their names and turned around to leave. Wang Chong watched them leave and thought to himself: "Is it possible that Dulong Temple is just like Emei? Zen Master Hongye refuses to accept his junior brother and takes over the reins?"

At that time, Yin Dingxiu passed the mastership to his twenty-second disciple Xuande, which made Master Xuanye leave Emei in anger and lead five junior disciples to start another school.

It would be interesting if the Dulong Temple was like this, because Patriarch Tieli passed the mastership to Lingsu'er, and Hongye's disciples were dissatisfied.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "Chan Master Hongye has eight disciples. I don't know how many disciples there are and how many great disciples there are. I don't know how many of Sunflower Daoist's lineage, apart from two disciples, how many will be passed down..."

He regarded the disciples of Hong Ye and Kui Hua as rivals and enemies of the same disciples.

The young man couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I thought that my senior brother was not willing to become a monk, and since I was the only one under his disciple, there would be no fights with my fellow disciples. However, I didn't expect that the disciples of the two senior uncles would have so many thoughts. "

Wang Chong is not worried about the "Three Meridians Sword Fighting". He is currently at the Qi Refining Level. Could it be that he hasn't learned swordsmanship yet, so his fellow disciples can force him to fight with swords?

What he was more worried about was whether his master could hold on.

If Ling Suer can't succeed, he, as his apprentice, will definitely not succeed. If Ling Suer is not afraid of the two senior brothers, he, his apprentice, will definitely be safe and sound.

Wang Chong didn't know when Lingsu'er would be able to leave seclusion. Thinking about the purpose of traveling at night, he couldn't help but laugh, put these mundane things behind him, and kept moving forward.

Not long after, he stood at the foot of the east mountain wall, looking up at the poisonous dragon dormant above. Now he looked closer, and felt that this poisonous dragon was huge and unparalleled. It was indeed the sacred beast of the Poison Dragon Temple.

Wang Chong opened his arms and shouted: "Senior, what do you call me?"

The poisonous dragon didn't open its eyes and ignored the boy.