Chapter 212

Soon,

The news of Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe being killed spread throughout the Jianghu.

Because long before the incident with Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang, Mr. Su of the Half-Moon Inn had predicted it.

Everyone still remembered that Mr. Su had sworn at the time that these two would definitely not live past today.

Everyone had thought that Su Hang would take action and deal with these two Jianghu scoundrels on the spot.

As it turned out, Su Hang remained unmoved and even let Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang escape.

In this Jianghu, everyone knew about Yun Zhonghe.

Although this person's Wu Gong was mediocre, his lightness skill was truly remarkable!

Even if those long-famous Grandmasters came, they might not necessarily be able to catch him!

As it turned out, not even a few hours later, the two were struck dead by thunder from the sky outside Xueyue City.

Ye Erniang was fine, just charred by a bolt of lightning, and even though her face was unrecognizable, no one could tell who she was.

The most miserable was Yun Zhonghe; although his lightness skill was high, he still couldn't escape the thunder filling the sky.

He was directly blasted into slag.

Except for his weapons and clothing, no one could recognize him.

Throughout the entire Jianghu, it was a scene of uproar for a time.

On the banks of Dongting Lake.

Lang Fanyun raised his head and looked in the direction of Xueyue City.

Just now, he had received the intelligence sent back, saying that an incredible fortune teller had appeared in Xueyue City.

This person could calculate the past, judge the future, and even determine a person's life and death!

Besides this, this person's Wu Gong was extremely high; the Sword Control Technique and the Divine Sword Thunder Control True Art were truly at his fingertips.

For such a person, Lang Fanyun naturally had an interest!

After all, as a master of a generation, he had an instinctive curiosity about Su Hang, who was also a master.

"Mr. Su in Xueyue City, this is interesting!"

"Now that my sword path is complete and I have no opponents, it is just right to go to Xueyue City and meet the Xueyue Sword Immortal!"

At the same time.

On Mount Wudang.

The old immortal Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but sigh after hearing the ending of the Four Great Evildoers.

The admiration in his heart for Su Hang couldn't help but increase by a few points.

After all, wiping out the Four Great Evildoers was something Wudang had always wanted to do but hadn't succeeded in!

Unless he took action himself, otherwise, with the strength of the Wudang disciples, they were definitely not Duan Yanqing's opponents.

After all, although Duan Yanqing was a great evildoer and a disabled person, he was also a Grandmaster of the One Yang Finger!

This skill could never be underestimated!

He then swept his horsetail whisk lightly and said with a smile:

"These Four Great Evildoers have done many evil deeds; now that they have met this end, it can be considered self-inflicted!"

"It's just that Mr. Su's art of calculation has already reached the level of a god!"

"Speaking of which, being able to get news of my child Wuji now is all thanks to Mr. Su!"

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was muttering to himself, full of emotion,

he heard a soft sound of footsteps in the Zhenwu Hall.

Old Daoist Zhang turned his head to look, only to see a young man also looking at him,

that appearance, that gaze, and that familiar smile,

who else could it be but his grandson who had been missing for many years?

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng, the young man quickly stepped forward and knelt before Zhang Sanfeng.

"Grandmaster, Wuji misses you so much..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly, but tears flowed from his eyes.

For decades, Zhang Sanfeng had long since seen through life and death in the world, but the only thing he couldn't let go of was his grandson.

Now that he was finally reunited with Zhang Wuji, even as a person who cultivated the Dao, it was hard to avoid shedding tears.

After all, there are thousands of kinds of Dao in this world,

and the Dao that Zhang Sanfeng cultivated happened to be the Dao of Emotion.

Zhang Sanfeng helped Zhang Wuji up and looked him over repeatedly.

He saw that his grandson had grown up to be handsome and upright, like a pine or cypress on a high mountain; although he had been exposed to the sun and rain, wind and thunder day and night, he showed an even more high-spirited air.

In his gestures, he looked even more like his father, Zhang Cuishan.

"Child Wuji..."

"Grandmaster didn't expect that you would actually be able to master the Nine Yang Divine Art on your own!"

"This is something even Grandmaster didn't dare to think of..."

"Otherwise, with the cold poison entering your body, the two of us grandfather and grandson would likely have been separated by life and death long ago!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji was moved and said:

"This is all thanks to Mr. Su!"

"If it weren't for him uncovering the secrets of heaven and guiding Uncle Yin and the others to find Bai Yuan Valley and dig open the mountain pass, I'm afraid I would still be trapped in that Bai Yuan Valley even now!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: