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Chapter 417
After painstakingly treating his hands and feet, Zhong Ming began to reminisce about the good old days of the Chen family dynasty.
If he were a hermit who cultivated in the mountains and marshes at night, it would take him months or even years to find some medicine.
At that moment, he suddenly felt betrayed by the person he trusted most. The cold snap was locked in his storage bag and he couldn't take it out. The mother and child swords were unusable, and he suddenly had no suitable weapon.
Then I checked my military merit points balance...
Destitute and starving, God God, people are going to starve to death.
Just as Zhong Ming was contemplating life, the old Taoist priest had already rushed to the foot of the cliff city.
The physical meaning is below.
He was thousands of feet underground, surrounded by the restrictions of the sealed land, scratching his head and looking utterly dejected.
Damn, the defenses are way too tight. How am I supposed to get in?
Unlike Zhong Ming, the old Taoist priest did not have a legitimate imperial identity, making it quite difficult for him to enter such a heavily fortified military city.
If he were in the Cat Mountain territory, he could use all his skills to the fullest, and even if the restrictions covered the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he could move freely. But this is someone else's territory.
The old Taoist priest took a long detour and emerged from the city gate. He glanced around furtively, noticing that the Taoist robe he wore from the Cat Mountain Taoist Temple was quite conspicuous. He transformed into a cat and waited and waited until a carriage came from the land. He leaped onto the side of the carriage and tried to hang under it to get past the gate.
Thirty minutes later, he meowed with satisfaction. Sure enough, his method was still "brilliant"; the city gate's restrictions couldn't detect that he had a problem.
He carefully sensed the faint connection and quickly ran towards the camp of the 134th Artillery Battalion.
At this moment, with the addition of Foundation Establishment cultivators who had recovered, the camp's vigilance became even tighter, both externally and internally. Although nothing was happening now, the cause of the cannon's explosion had not been found, nor had the real reason for the 135th Battalion's "suicidal" provocation been discovered. Everyone was very tense.
The old Taoist priest had just crossed the tight outer defenses and looked up when he was instantly surrounded by several Foundation Establishment cultivators who descended from the sky.
Zhong Ming was cultivating peacefully in the quiet room, but because there was a draft under his butt, some noises still drifted in from outside. Just when he felt betrayed by the mother and child swords he trusted most, he suddenly heard the old Taoist's voice.
He was somewhat incredulous, but upon closer listening, he realized it sounded like an old Taoist priest. However, "Master Tianfeng" had never uttered a "pig-like scream."
Let's go out and take a look.
He looked at his newly healed toes, decisively sat in his wheelchair, went out of the room, and looked out from a stone window in the castle.
The three Foundation Establishment cultivators were slaughtering the old Taoist priest like pigs. Each of them grabbed one side of the old Taoist priest's body, and the old Taoist priest struggled fiercely. It was like a young wife fighting, pulling hair first and then scratching.
"Hold him down, hold him down, don't move, or I'll use my spells!" Several Foundation Establishment cultivators had already used their spells, but they were defensive spells, protecting themselves in layers, as if they were afraid that some criminals were coming here to launch a self-destruct attack.
"I am the master of Master Cuihong. I have come to see my disciple. Let me go, let me go. Are family members not allowed to visit me?"
Upon hearing the name "Master Cuihong," several cultivators reacted with alarm. The large portrait in the canteen was still vivid in their minds, and the shame of having a traitor in their own forging group had not yet been washed away. At this moment, let alone an unknown outsider like the old Taoist priest wanting to see Zhong Ming, even if someone from their own camp who was not very familiar with Zhong Ming passed by, several pairs of eyes would be watching them.
"His master? That's a really novel reason. You're a weakling with no limbs, how could you possibly teach someone like Master Cuihong? Huh?" The cultivator applied a little force, and the old Taoist immediately cried out in pain.
"Oh dear! This humble Taoist priest is *@%￥!"
Zhong Ming only needed one glance to confirm that it was an old Taoist priest. His eyes instantly welled up with tears. He wiped his eyes, took a deep breath to make himself look better, and then roared.
"stop!"
The people outside turned their heads at the same time. The old Taoist priest and Zhong Ming looked at each other, and their emotions exploded at the same moment!
"Let him go! That's my master!"
"Who beat my disciple like this! Do they think I'm made of paper?!"
The old Taoist priest suddenly became incredibly strong, breaking free from the grasp of several people in an instant. The oldest Foundation Establishment cultivator only had time to shout, "Be careful, it might be fake!" before the old Taoist priest rushed into the castle like lightning.
The next second, the old Taoist priest was pinned to the ground, falling face-first into the dirt, his entire head pressed to the ground.
"battalion commander!"
The battalion commander of the 134th Battalion actually took action himself, instantly appearing behind the old Taoist priest and pinning him down.
Zhong Ming was rushing down the stairs. The speed of the wheelchair going down the stairs is sometimes extremely slow and sometimes extremely fast, but today it was clearly the latter.
Two large wheels sped up the stairs, and a slight misstep could send one tumbling down. But thanks to his extensive experience in wheelchair racing, Zhong Ming handled the task with ease, even though it was his first time in the "driver's seat."
When he arrived at the castle gate, he hesitated. The Foundation Establishment cultivator was right; there was indeed a possibility that the other party was an imposter.
The battalion commander restrained the old Taoist priest, then looked at Zhong Ming. A divine thought rang directly in Zhong Ming's ear, "Ask him questions, some confidential questions."
Zhong Ming: 'Didn't everyone hear the question? Is a secret question still secret once it's been asked? Can a question that's been spoken be called a secret question? Unless... it's a question without an answer.'
"Don't move, Master. Tell me, what is Miss Bai's full name?" He took out the mother and child swords, placed them across his thigh, and looked sad.
The old Taoist priest immediately understood. "Disciple, for our safety, let's not ask this question."
Upon hearing this, the cultivator beside him exclaimed, "Hmm? Don't know the answer? It's definitely a fake!"
"Hold him down!" A Foundation Establishment cultivator rushed up with a magic weapon for binding people.
Zhong Ming quickly stopped him, "No, this really is my master."
This statement not only failed to clarify the situation, but also made the battalion commander even more confused.
He looked at the old Taoist priest at his feet, who was probably only in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and then at Zhong Ming, who was already at the peak of Qi Refining. He couldn't believe it.
He remembered that the report stated that it was at least the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and most likely the observation record of the Golden Core stage.
"What level of cultivation is your master at?"
"Oh dear, I'm just an avatar, a messenger, a messenger!" This made the battalion commander even more frightened. He clasped his hands and said, "I'm sorry." His divine sense immediately swept over the old Taoist's body.
Ah, this... at first glance it looks like a person, but upon closer inspection... I can't see through it.
'He truly is a top-tier expert.' He couldn't help but relax his grip a little.
The master and disciple were finally reunited. They wanted to embrace each other deeply, but Zhong Ming was in a wheelchair and could not complete this "deeply affectionate" feat, which made the old Taoist priest even angrier.