Spring passed and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
Zhang Wuji was already over sixteen years old.
He was tall and heroic.
In these two years, the entire martial world was peaceful.
After the battle at Wudang Mountain, the various sects had suffered heavy losses.
They joined forces and went out to sea to search for Xie Xun.
Xie Xun could not be found, and many more died at sea.
At this point, the various sects and clans were all hiding and storing up their strength.
Yang Xiao had obviously not mastered the third level of the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, so he had not come to cause trouble for the Heavenly Eagle Cult.
The martial arts world was extremely peaceful.
Zhang Wuji led the Heavenly Eagle Cult to fight against the Yuan Dynasty soldiers in the south many times.
He beat the Yuan Dynasty soldiers to a pulp.
The Heavenly Eagle Cult became famous.
There was the saying of the Northern Ming Cult's Nan Tianying.
The two major forces in the martial world that fought against the Yuan Dynasty soldiers were the evil sects in the eyes of the righteous sects.
The Osprey Eagle and Zhang Wuji were already mentally connected.
One man and one eagle, as long as they appeared.
Yuan Jun was terrified and kept his distance.
However, the Yuan Dynasty's fate was not over yet, and the army was still strong.
They sent tens of thousands of troops south, forcing the various rebel armies to retreat.
The Heavenly Eagle Cult also suffered great losses, but their foundation was not damaged.
Zhang Wuji had taken the heads of the Yuan Army's generals several times, greatly damaging the Yuan Army's morale.
Only then did Yuan Jun leave the Heavenly Eagle Cult's territory and move elsewhere.
The Spring Festival had just passed.
Zhang Cuishan suddenly fell ill.
It turned out that ever since Zhang Cuishan's heart meridian was damaged, his body was not as good as ordinary people.
It was not a big deal to get a cold.
However, he wanted to be strong and endured it alone, unwilling to tell others.
He didn't expect that this delay would be a matter of life and death.
Zhang Wuji had expelled the cold poison.
However, Zhang Cuishan's heart meridian was even more severely injured, and his life was in danger.
Yin Susu was in tears.
"Susu, don't cry. I, Zhang Cuishan, should have died a long time ago. I'm already satisfied that I could survive these few years. Now that Fearless has grown up, I am very assured of him. It's just that I can't live with you and let you suffer alone.”
"Fifth Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yin Susu asked. Susu had never complained in her heart. As long as she was with her fifth brother for a day, Susu felt extremely happy.”
Zhang Cuishan's hands were trembling, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Susu, I, Zhang Cuishan, have failed you.”
Zhang Wuji also felt uncomfortable in his heart and could not bear to look.
He arrived at the main hall.
Yin Tianzheng was unhappy.
"Grandpa, my father's injuries can't be delayed any longer." I'll take him to the Butterfly Valley. I'm afraid only Hu Qingniu can save my father in this world.”
In fact, the two of them had already discussed this matter.
However, although Hu Qingniu, the Butterfly Valley's Fairy Doctor, was extremely skilled in medicine, he was a member of the Ming Cult.
Hu Qingniu's temper was extremely strange. As long as a member of the Ming Cult was sick, he would do his best to treat them and would not take a single cent.
When others begged him, even if there was a pile of gold in front of him, he would not care.
Therefore, there was another nickname called "not saving the dying".
Yin Tianzheng had also secretly sent a letter to Hu Qingniu.
He did not expect to be humiliated by Hu Qingniu.
Hu Qingniu replied that even if Yin Tianzheng was injured, he had to disband the Heavenly Eagle Cult and return to the Ming Cult before he could be treated.
As for Zhang Cuishan, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, he could only wait for death.
Noble sects looked down on Ming Cult.
Since when did the people of Ming Cult look up to the righteous sects?
Therefore, since ancient times, the hatred between good and evil had accumulated deeper and deeper, and they were already incompatible like fire and water.
Yin Tianzheng slammed the table.
"Wuji, I'm afraid that even if you go, you won't be able to help anything. Instead, you'll be mocked by Hu Qingniu. I know this person very well. It's useless to beg him, even more useless to hold a knife to his neck. This person was a stubborn donkey, unmoved by persuasion or force.”
"But in the current situation, my father won't be able to hold on for long." Since he was going to die anyway, there was still a glimmer of hope for him to go to the Butterfly Valley.”
"Alright, you have such intentions." If Hu Qingniu doesn't save us, we'll eat, drink, and defecate at his place. We'll make him restless.”
"Grandpa, if you send such a large army, I'm afraid Hu Qingniu will be even angrier and will never save my father." I've thought it through. Tomorrow, the three of us will set off. The fewer people, the better.”
"I didn't expect my daughter to be so pitiful. She didn't even have a few days of happiness when she returned to the Central Plains, and now such a disaster has befallen her." Yin Tianzheng sighed. I, Yin Tianzheng, have been a hero all my life. My beloved wife died early, my daughter is miserable, and my granddaughter's whereabouts are unknown. So what if I have this Heavenly Eagle Cult?"
Yin Tianzheng was extremely sorrowful and could not control his emotions.
After Zhang Wuji returned, Yin Susu was brewing medicine. Her face was sad, and her tears were not dry yet.
Zhang Wuji grabbed her hand. Little Cold Hands.
"Mother, Wuji doesn't want to see you cry. If daddy is really gone, Wuji will take care of you for the rest of your life.”
Yin Susu hugged Fearless as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Wuji, my good child. Mother will only have you left in the future."
Zhang Wuji's shoulders were wet from crying, and Yin Susu also stopped crying.
However, she felt the warmth in Zhang Wuji's arms and was unwilling to leave.
Zhang Wuji patted Yin Susu's back.
"Mom, I plan to bring you and dad to the Butterfly Valley tomorrow. No matter what, he had to save Hu Qingniu.”
"But with Hu Qingniu's temper, I'm afraid we'll go for nothing."”
"We still have to give it a try." Feed my father the medicine and prepare the luggage for the trip.”
Yin Susu wiped her tears and said," Alright, I'll listen to you. In the future, you'll have the final say in the family." My Fearless is now an adult, so you can make the decisions.”
The next morning, the carriage was already prepared.
Zhang Wuji told Zhang Cuishan that he wanted to take him out to relax.
In the end, he still had to go to Wudang Mountain to visit Zhang Sanfeng.
If Zhang Cuishan knew that he was going to Butterfly Valley, he would definitely not go.
He was a chivalrous man, so why would he go to the Demon Cult?
However, after hearing Fearless 'schedule, Zhang Cuishan did not doubt him.
It was not bad for the family of three to go sightseeing before they died.
In the end, he would be buried in Wudang Mountain and would have no regrets.
Today, they arrived at the bank of the Han River and crossed the river by boat.
When the boat reached midstream, the waves of the Han River surged.
Zhang Cuishan looked at his beloved wife and son, and his mind was filled with thoughts.
He owed Susu and Fearless too much.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from the river,""Stop the boat quickly, or don't blame Lord Zeng for being heartless.”
This voice was clear to the ears, and it was obvious that the person who called out had strong internal strength.
Zhang Wuji looked over.
The two boats behind him were flying.
A bearded man was sitting on a small boat in front of them. He was paddling with both hands.
The ship behind them was bigger. There were four monks and seven or eight Mongolian military officers standing on it.
The bearded man's arms were extremely strong. He rowed with both oars, and the small boat rushed forward more than ten feet.
However, there were many people rowing the boats behind them, and the distance between the two boats was getting closer and closer.
Not long after, the military officers and foreign monks drew their bows and shot arrows at the burly man.
An arrow pierced through the air with a whimper.
"These Mongolian Tartars are too arrogant. Wuji, don't let any of them off."”
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