Ding Minjun, who walked not far away, held the Longquan sword in his left hand, wore a plain waist-length skirt, and a bun facing the sky. The long flowing clouds were tied up by a jade hairpin, as if a pool of autumn water was tied up, and the white neck was wearing a green jade necklace.

The dress fluttered because of the breeze, like blue smoke, with jade rings on her waist and white felt boots under her feet. She is tall and slim and charming, and she is really amazing when she walks like this. She is not a beautiful woman, but she is quite beautiful, graceful and charming, and she is also pretty and beautiful, but she is also true.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses from the moment he was amazed and asked in surprise and strangely: "Didn't Master Zhou have some connection with the Ming Cult? Why, the Ming Cult is here to attack your Emei Sect!"

"I didn't expect that even a scholar like you who is not a martial arts world in the martial arts world knows this! Yes, my junior sister has some connection with the Demon Sect leader Zhang Wuji, but that was a year ago. Zhang Wuji was finally attracted by the little princess of the Mongolian Tartars, and my junior sister finally returned to Mount Emei.

But who would have thought that three months ago, junior sister Zhou, Zhang Wuji, and even the little princess of Mongolia disappeared, and there was no news of the three people in the world. The Demon Sect also fell into the hands of Zhu Chongba, the current founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, who is now in the hands of him. Now he cannot speak the same way."

Ding Minjun said this, and came close to him and threw a package into Zhang Yang's hand, and said angrily: "Go, change your clothes behind the big stone over there, and then I will take you down the mountain. At this moment, you are a scholar and pilgrim who got lost from the Buddhist temple at the foot of the front hall."

"It's reasonable to make excuses!" Zhang Yang, who took the package, did not rush to change it. Instead, after opening it, he frowned and looked at the sword in front of him and hugged his chest. Ding Minjun, who looked impatient, asked, "What kind of clothes are you? I don't seem to be able to wear them."

"What?... This is a Taoist robe, put on it, and tie it. It's very simple, there are underwear inside." Ding Minjun already felt that he was on the verge of a rampage, and he felt even more helpless: "If he hadn't seen him knowing that he would have been hiding for a while, and he was an ordinary scholar, and this place was the Emei School waterfall, otherwise he would have killed him with one sword! Why, this person has always been shameless and unafraid, and is so annoying."

"Ah? The clothes worn by Taoist priests!" Zhang Yang looked reluctant and walked behind the big stone that Ding Minjun pointed to and changed into it. After all, the set of clothes was already very wet, so he could not wear them anymore.

As for Ding Minjun, he shook his head helplessly and turned his back to the big stone on Zhang Yang's side, and then said, "This is not the Taoist robe worn by Taoist priests. Have you ever seen Taoist priests? Or is it a playboy who is ignorant and ignorant of grains."

Zhang Yang did not answer Ding Minjun's ridicule and complaints. Instead, he came to the stone and thought about changing into this Taoist robe. He realized that this was not the clothes he understood as the Taoist priests wearing, but a long robe with cross-collar collar right-side lapel, a plain white collar, and a slit on both sides of the body.

This kind of ancient men's clothing made Zhang Yang secretly say again: "The ancients really had many troubles!" - The biggest feature of this kind of clothing is that it is placed on the inner side, that is, a piece of cloth is connected from the left side of the outer closure and the right slit of the inner closure, and three folds are made between the back closure and the middle ridge.

Zhang Yang's head was already like an ancient man because of the several time and space shuttles. At this time, he found a black cloth strip and tied it up. Thinking that one day he would have to take care of his head, Zhang Yang felt chills. So, no matter what, he would never care about and ask more questions. Anyway, he just came whatever he wanted. He felt that he was very adaptable and followed the local customs. If he continued like this, he probably became an ancient man. Zhang Yang would not want to do this even if he was beaten to death.

"Okay!" Zhang Yang, who changed his clothes, put the wet clothes in the package, wrapped them up again, and found a suitable place to go down the mountain and then throw it away. After all, throwing it here, I don't want to have anything to do. The man's clothes appeared in the bathing place in the back mountain of the Emei Sect's female disciples. It's very interesting to think about it.

Zhang Yang walked out, and Ding Minjun took a look and said, "Okay, come with me! I'll take you down the mountain now. When you reach the gate of the mountain, you will leave by yourself."

"Yeah, I know."

...

Although there was a legitimate excuse, and Ding Minjun also brought incense and handed it to Zhang Yang, looking like a pilgrimage, it was still along the way down the mountain, which caused some female disciples to stop and look at each other. If you heard it correctly, Zhang Yang seemed to be discussing in a low voice when they heard them: "A scholar is very handsome!" and "It is obvious that he is a rich child, who is traveling around and is lost! He was met by the head teacher."

Zhang Yang noticed and heard their low voices and attention, but he didn't want to respond to these little masters. He didn't understand this martial arts world yet! Who dares to provoke these little girls who regard the rules and regulations as if they were like the law. They all looked harmless and cute, and they all looked cute and charming. Who knew how many lives had died under his command? After all, this is a - Jianghu.

At this time, perhaps the road down the mountain was too long, and Zhang Yang was a person who couldn't stop and could not calm down. Zhang Yang couldn't help but hurry up and came to Ding Minjun to walk side by side with her. With this, Ding Minjun directly looked like he wanted to draw his sword and chop people. He stopped and glared at Zhang Yang, his eyes full of vigilance and said coldly: "What are you going to do?"

"Disap! - Why are you so nervous?...I'm just bored and want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you! We are not familiar with each other, and you are not a good person."

“…!”

Zhang Yang looked crying and said to himself: "After all, I am a three-good student who grew up in the sunshine of socialism, and a fiery student who came from excellent university education. Why did I not become a good person when I got to you? It's so damn, I look like a bad person so much!"

Of course, Zhang Yang is not a fool. He immediately changed his attitude, looked kind and said, "That, beauty, look..."

Before Zhang Yang could finish his words, Ding Minjun's long sword was unsheathed with a "horror" sound, and directly compared to Zhang Yang's neck. Ding Minjun looked cold and looked like a frosty face, warning: "Please pay attention to your words. You are a scholar who reads the books of sages and Confucius and Mencius, otherwise I will kill you! I will just treat it as cleaning up the door for literati in the world."
Chapter completed!