I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 157 Mountains and Flowing Waters
The East Evil Huang Yaoshi has a clear flute voice, the South Emperor Yideng has a compassionate Sanskrit voice, and the North Beggar Hong Qigong has a long and powerful howl.

However, Master Yideng was only helping his junior fellow monk, the Indian monk, to resist the sound waves and had no intention of taking the initiative to attack.

Therefore, Zhao Zhijing continued to fight with Huang and Hong.

Huang Yaoshi's song "Blue Sea Tide" imitates the sound of sea waves. The melody is erratic, lingering and melodious, and it becomes more soul-stirring the more it is played.

When Hong Qigong's whistle is high-pitched, it sounds like the roar of a tiger or a dragon, and when it is low, it sounds like rain hitting fallen leaves. Although there are no musical instruments, it is equally varied.

One of Zhao Zhijing's disciples was fond of music, so the martial arts tailored for him was this piece of "High Mountains and Flowing Water", which was just right for the artistic conception of Mount Huashan.

At this time, it was the "Flowing Water" chapter. Zhao Zhijing waved his hands continuously, his fingering was smooth and flowing, and the sound of the piano was endless.

When it is turbulent, it is like a waterfall rushing down and landing with a loud crash; when it is slow, it is like a mountain spring flowing, sparkling.

Although this fierce fight between the three people with the help of music did not look like a close combat like fists and weapons, the dangerous parts were thrilling. Without sufficient concentration and internal strength, one might suffer internal injuries at best, or even die.

The snow on the platform was stirred up by the sound waves, and floated into the air with the rise and fall of everyone's rhythm, forming a thin wall like a cyclone, defending against each other.

"If you haven't practiced Xiantian Gong, you can't use your internal energy so accurately and freely. Then, with just sixty or seventy years of internal energy training, I'm afraid you won't be a match for the second of the five great masters in the world."

The fight between three people tests the application of internal strength and the grasp of timing. If one only seeks to be stronger, the other two will join forces to attack. However, if one only shows weakness, he will also be taken advantage of.

Compared to the time he fought Li Mochou a few months ago, when he relied solely on his internal strength to insert the sword into the boulder, his current skills have undoubtedly improved to a higher level.

Zhao Zhijing saw that the sound of his piano and the sound of the flute were in fierce competition, and neither could do anything to the other. He thought that in just a year and a half, he would be able to fight against the world's top masters, and he couldn't ask for more.

After a while, the melodious piano sound gradually became lower, and it was already the end of the song "High Mountains and Flowing Water".

As mountains and water meet, the lingering sound, the sound of the flute and the whistle also slow down until they can no longer be heard, leaving only a clear and peaceful space.

“The new generation is better than the old generation. That’s great!”

Hong Qigong nodded in approval. It was gratifying to see that another talented person had emerged in the righteous world of Jianghu.

Although one or two years may not be enough, it is possible to look forward to ten years later, when one can defeat all the heroes in the world like the former divine Wang Chongyang.

"I am old and weak, and I don't have the energy to compete with you young people anymore. But with my apprentice, Brother Yao's son-in-law Guo Jing, here, you don't have to worry about not having an opponent in the future."

Huang Yaoshi also sighed in his heart. Although he was listed among the five great masters of the world, he had been fighting with the other four for decades, but in the end, no one had surpassed the other.

Now, after Guo Jing, another such a talented man of both civil and military talents has appeared. I guess I am really getting old.

"The sword comes from Quanzhen, I will wait and see."

At this time, except for Master Yideng and the other two, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong had no intention of staying any longer. After saying goodbye briefly, they went down the mountain.

"I respectfully send you two seniors off. If you can pay attention to the traces of the Fairness Cult while you are traveling in the martial arts world, I will be very grateful."

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You are quite good at ordering people around."

"Never mind. It's my fault for being an old beggar."

"Brother Yao, your name contains the word 'Dong', so why don't you go east? I'm an old beggar, so I'll go to the north to investigate. What do you think?" The Gongping Sect was causing chaos in the world, and his daughter and son-in-law were involved in it, so Huang Yaoshi naturally had no reason to refuse.

The two made a plan and left the Jade Maiden Peak together. Their figures soon disappeared in the vast snow.

"Master Yideng, I have asked my disciples to clean up three empty rooms. You masters have come from afar, so please have a good rest today."

Although Master Yideng is of the same generation as the founder of Quanzhen Sect, Master Chongyang, after he became a monk, he no longer cared about the seniority rules in the martial arts world, so at this time he and Zhao Zhijing were of the same generation.

"Thank you, Taoist priest. My junior fellow apprentice does not know martial arts. He is very tired after traveling all the way here. I apologize for the rudeness."

Zhao Zhijing sent Master Yideng and the other two to the rest room, but Master Yideng wanted to live in the same room with Ci'en. Zhao Zhijing knew that Ci'en had not yet completely gotten rid of the sin of killing, so he did not force it.

When it was evening, the Indian monk had rested well and immediately came to Zhao Zhijing to continue discussing ways to control the corpse poison.

The Indian monk knew limited Chinese, and usually messages were conveyed by Master Yideng's disciple Zhu Ziliu. However, Zhu Ziliu has now rushed to Xiangyang to help Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Therefore, Master Yideng decided to go with Monk Ci'en and came to Yunu Peak together.

The four of them came to the guest hall, and the Indian monk recounted in detail his experience with corpse poison. Finally, he lifted the sleeve of his left robe and pointed to a scar that was darker than the brown skin and showed it to Zhao Zhijing.

"Amitabha."

Master Yideng said, "My junior brother saw how ferocious the corpse poison was, so he vowed to find a way to detoxify it and save the world. So he tested the poison on himself to know the toxicity as accurately as possible so that he could formulate an antidote."

Zhao Zhijing was very impressed and said solemnly: "Master, your compassionate heart, if I don't go to hell, then who will? It is really admirable."

"This corpse poison is very strange. After Junior Brother found it on a corpse that died of poison, he took a little and smeared it on the skin of his left arm. The skin and flesh immediately rotted."

The Indian monk did not know any martial arts, so it was probably because Master Yideng used the magic skill of Yi Yang Finger to protect his heart meridian, thus preventing him from being attacked by the corpse poison.

Once the corpse poison gets on the body, it will take effect very quickly, but with the help of Master Yideng, the Indian monk discovered that he could control it with his deep inner strength.

"But if ordinary people encounter this, there is nothing they can do."

Zhao Zhijing took out the Quanzhen Sect's Zixiao Sanbao Pill, Huang Yaoshi's Jiuhua Yulu Pill, and the discoveries made by himself and his disciple Zhang Qingzhi.

"The best way is to completely eradicate the Fairness Church and solve the problem at its root."

"But in the past year or two, the Fairness Cult has been acting more and more covertly, secretly trying to sow discord between the Song and Mongolians."

Zhao Zhijing predicted the worst possible outcome, "When the war breaks out, they will wreak havoc on the world like they did in the past, and we will reap the benefits."

The three of them discussed for a long time, and before they knew it, it was already night, and suddenly there was a clang sound.

It turned out that it was the monk Ci'en, who had been silent all the time, who took out two pairs of black iron shackles from his arms.

He paid no attention to what was happening around him and handcuffed his feet first, then his hands.

Master Yideng had a look of great concern on his face, and asked in a low voice, "Is it going to happen again?"

(End of this chapter)