Chapter 2035

At this moment, the Taoist priests were flustered. They hurried inside. After opening the mountain gate, they shouted all the way: "no, there's an accident, young master!"

Qingyang palace is the first Taoist temple in Western Sichuan. It has strong incense and a lot of Taoists. As soon as the man shouted, he immediately shouted. Many Taoists came around and said, "Oh, elder martial brother, what's the matter?"

"Did you fail to fight with others?"

"I don't know, but the elder martial brother is holding the three kings sword. Which turtle son can beat him?"

"Well, could he have been tricked by others?"

"Well, it's possible!"

Zhao Ping and Qian Tong saw that these Taoists blocked their way. He couldn't help shouting angrily: "get out of the way, get out of the way, what are you doing here! Go and call the headmaster and martial uncle Zhangdian! Come on!"

After that, they went to the backyard of the Sanqing hall and placed Zhang Cunyi in a small room. While filling him with the elixir brought by other martial brothers, they nervously looked at Zhang Cunyi's look.

Other Taoists in Qingyang palace stretched out their heads and looked up at the situation in the house. Their hearts were full of suspicion, but they didn't dare to speak. For a time, the backyard was so quiet that there were only insects in the middle of the night.

After a while, suddenly someone whispered, "the leader is coming, and the martial uncle of the hall is also coming!"

While talking, the Taoists clattered out of the way. A Taoist with yellow face, green beard, medium build, wearing a Tibetan blue Taoist robe and a tall Taoist with tiger eyes, lion nose, beard and dark green Tai Chi Taoist robe came in.

The Taoist priest with yellow face and green beard walked in the front. His appearance was quite similar to that of Zhang Cunyi. He was the leader of Qingcheng sect, Zhang Tongtian. The Taoist next to him was a little behind him. It was the palm Hall of Qingyang palace, Zhang Huashui.

Although Zhang Tongtian is not tall, he has a national character face. There is a deep Sichuan character wrinkle between his eyebrows. The legal lines at the corners of his mouth are deep and dignified. He glanced around and drank coldly: "what are you doing here? Go back and be a theater?"

After Zhang Tongtian and Zhang Huashui said goodbye to each other, they whispered to each other and left slowly.

Zhang Huashui in the palm hall is Zhang Cunyi's uncle. He brought Zhang Cunyi up from a young age, so he was very fond of Zhang Cunyi. When he saw that everyone had left, he couldn't help but hurry up and check Zhang Cunyi up and down before Zhang Tongtian. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He spoke standard western Sichuan dialect and said coldly: "Who has such a heavy hand? They are all fellow believers. Why don't you show mercy?"

Zhang Tongtian also looked at Zhang Cunyi with fixed eyes. There was both grief and pity in his eyes, but more was the anger of hating iron and not steel. He sneered: "what's not worth asking?"

Zhang Huashui didn't seem to hear it. He stared at a pair of tiger eyes and glared at Zhao Ping and Qian Tong who remained in place.

Zhang Huashui looks fierce. When he stares, the Taoist in Qingyang palace trembles and softens his legs. Zhao Ping and Qian Tong are no exception. They look at each other and encourage each other to speak.

Zhang Huashui shouted angrily, "Two turtle sons! Qian Tong, tell me!"