With the sun declining, Mr. Studious was finally carried back to Fulong Village. Fortunately, he was bandaged in time, stopped the bleeding, and took pills, so he was able to regain half his life.
Even so, his face was pale and weak.
He looked at the sunset, immersed in infinite decadence, and his expression was extremely gloomy.
Until out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of dozens of straight and sharp figures standing at the gate of the village.
Especially the first one, an old man in brocade clothes, with gray hair, hands behind his back, a square face, and three long beards, who is calm and self-confident. His expression couldn't help but change, and he became indescribably calm.
"Azheng, how's it going?"
The old man strode forward to meet him, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he looked directly at Mr. Studious's wounds, "Why is it so badly injured? Are you no match for that Xin Zhuo?"
What the old man said was full of concern and serious.
But listening to Mr. Studious' ears, he felt uncomfortable all over, and said coldly: "Then Xin Zhuo is not inferior...eighth grade, how can I lose? I have been practicing martial arts for forty years, and I studied under the old Master Ji Yun of the Taiping Palace. Who doesn't know the grace of a master of the upper realm, who takes part in creation and can hold an evil dragon with his bare hands?
Naturally, I have learned his old man's leisurely cloud-stepping body technique, which can't be touched by ordinary people, let alone a mere bandit? "
"Then your injuries..." The old man couldn't help but sigh, "It's really strange!"
The studious gentleman smiled calmly: "It's difficult to walk in the forest, and bumps and bumps are inevitable!"
"That's it! I believe it!" The old man narrowed his eyes, raised his beard, and looked at the western sky. It seemed that the sunset was infinitely beautiful.
Mr. Studious's face turned green and red, and he sneered: "To be honest, your grandson has followed the bandits!"
The old man's face changed slightly, and he snorted: "Actually, I know that you were beaten by bandits!"
"Your grandson followed the bandits!"
"You were beaten by bandits!"
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The dark crowd around them couldn't help but look at each other.
It is said that Mr. Studious and Mr. Murong Zhe, the head of the Murong family, studied together in the Taiping Palace when they were young. When they were young, they both admired a certain girl who is now an old lady. Mr. Studious came to Fufeng Mansion this time not only to accompany his good friend the prefect to take office, but also because his old enemy was here.
The two elders mixed half a stick of incense together, and the studious Mr. was finally defeated. He sighed and said seriously: "Although Xin Zhuo is young, he is indeed extraordinary and has many clever ideas, such as mental skills, sword skills, boxing skills, Qinggong, etc. You are both good at palm skills and sword skills, so you need to be more careful!"
"You can safely return to the city to recuperate and leave it to me."
Mr. Murong Zhe looked at the dense forest and sea of clouds in the distance, his face full of murderous intent: "Xin Zhuo's group of thieves are probably fleeing in the direction of Qiugong Pavilion, with the purpose of entering the mountains at the western foot of Fulong Mountains. I'll catch you as soon as possible." .”
A strong young man behind him clasped his fists and asked: "Alive or dead?"
Mr. Murong Zhe pondered for a moment and said without a trace of emotion: "Save Murong Xiu's life and I will take him back to worship his ancestors. There is no need to hold back on the rest of the thieves. They will be killed without mercy. I will arrive soon."
"Here!"
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Xin Zhuo followed Feng Sanbao's instructions and ran straight into the depths of the mountain forest. He ran two sticks of incense. The surrounding trees gradually became sparse, and a mountain road appeared in front of him.
After running west along the mountain road for a few more miles, in the dense forest in the south direction, a corner of glazed tiles appeared. The closer I got, the more obvious the outline of the building was. Soon, a mountain courtyard with gray walls appeared in front of me. .
The gate is a building similar to an archway. There is a plaque of "Qiugong Pavilion" hanging directly above the door, and a couplet on both sides that reads "Literature and martial arts are great, and this is prosperous."
This is the Qiugong Pavilion, and it looks ordinary.
Outside the gate, on the ten-meter-square bluestone ground, two young students were sitting cross-legged. They closed their eyes tightly and did not know what kind of exercises they were practicing. They were sweating profusely and trembling all over.
Just as he was looking at it, a figure suddenly rushed over from the front.
Xin Zhuo was startled, and just as he was about to draw the knife, he saw the person coming and said overjoyed: "The boss, I know you will be fine!"
It was Han Qiniang, with bright eyes, holding Xin Zhuo tightly, like a lost treasure.
"Sage Confucian Academy, no one else, please leave immediately!"
Two students at the door suddenly stood up and yelled angrily.
"You are fierce, you are a bullshit sage."
Han Qiniang let go of Xin Zhuo, wrinkled her nose and put her hands on her hips and retorted, then she stuck out her tongue and said to the head of the family: "Just now, these two people stopped us and refused to let us pass. As a result, Sister Ying'er wanted to compete with them. He pulled open the hemp skirt and exposed his underwear. As soon as they saw it, their bodies softened! It was so funny!"
Cui Yinger is indeed not very differentiated between men and women, but how can these Qiugong Pavilion students be so fierce that they die in a hurry?
Xin Zhuo asked: "Where are the second masters and the others?"
"Front."
Han Qiniang led the way.
After walking a few miles, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, and Huang Dagui were sitting on the ground among some towering old trees, eating bird eggs and potatoes. When they saw Xin Zhuo coming, they all came up to him in surprise.
"How's it going, Mr. Boss?"
"good!"
Xin Zhuo picked up a few potatoes, took two bites, and sat down on the ground.
"Master, what should I do next?"
Murong Xiu rubbed his hands. After running all the way, he finally understood that without Xin Zhuo, these bandits would have to disperse and have no idea where to go. Of course, he was the same.
Bai Jian raised her orchid finger and said: "The boss mentioned earlier that there are places to eat and play. Isn't it the Qiugong Pavilion?"
Cui Ying'er sneered: "The ambition of these masters and students in Qiugong Pavilion is to be an official and to bring peace to the world. How can they allow us bandits to enter? Unless we listen to them and go down to the mountains to farm, then we will be taken advantage of by the government.
On the way here at noon, Qiugong Pavilion had a fight with the nuns of Shuiyue Temple.
They couldn't take care of us, otherwise they would have come looking for us when we kidnapped Miss Su up the mountain. "
A group of people simply looked at Xin Zhuo for answers.
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Don't we have an alliance leader?"
"Hahaha..." Huang Dagui got excited and slapped his thigh. "You're just a yo-yo. I just remembered the Tiger Village. They are so comfortable there. They have food, drinks, fun, and little girls with stinky feet."
Han Qiniang spat: "Brother Dagui, you are only thinking about that bitch with stinky feet. You are not reliable at all! We are running for our lives!"
Huang Dagui had no choice but to touch his nose and keep eating potatoes.
Murong Xiu tidied his hair and said: "But... they should think of us going to Tiger Village, right?"
"Menghu Village is just a temporary resting place!" Xin Zhuo said: "Go and play for a few days first, and then change places!"
Cui Ying'er asked doubtfully: "Go directly?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head, picked up the branch, opened up the dead branches and leaves, and drew a circle on the ground: "Our whereabouts have been exposed, and the experts from the four families are chasing us. The people in Qiugong Pavilion will definitely not hide it.
This deep mountain and old forest is inaccessible. It is not difficult for them to find the traces of six or seven people walking out, so it is not possible to go directly.
I just saw a river over there. We crossed the river first, hid our whereabouts, pretended to be on the other side of the river, and flew their kites for two days. "
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Deep in the desolate forest, a group of dozens of people used light body skills and rushed forward quickly.
"Sister Guiyan, I heard that Ruyifang in Fucheng has made a handicap on who will be the first to kill Xin Zhuo?"
Yuan Yourong performed the Yuan family's "Wonderful Dance in the Sky". His body was slim and graceful, and he was several feet away in an instant.
This time she was the leader of the Yuan family in hunting down the little thief Xin Zhuo, leading eight masters of the Yuan family.
"The Murong family will pay three to one, the Yuan family will pay four to one, the Chen family will pay five to one, and the Song family will pay six to one."
Chen Guiyan has naturally thick eyebrows and thick lips. She has a very ordinary appearance, but her figure is second to none among the ladies in Fucheng. Her bulging chest almost breaks her clothes, but her legs are slender and straight. It makes people look a little worried.
This gave her a lot of points. In addition, she was only twenty-three years old and already at the seventh level. She was considered an outstanding talent in Fufeng House.
"How is this standard set?"
Yuan Yourong found it hard to understand. The four families were of equal strength and it was difficult to distinguish the strong from the weak. How could he tell who was more confident of killing Xin Zhuo?
On the side, Murong Lei, the leader of the Murong family this time and the eldest son of the second wife, the strong and muscular Murong Lei, chuckled and said: "Ruyifang is a century-old gambling shop. The big stalls are shrewd, so the odds are reasonable.
For example, the eldest son of my family turned to a thief and lost a lot of face. In order to clean up the family, naturally the most people came.
Secondly, both Yuan Zhuzhu and Yuan Moer of the Yuan family were defeated at the hands of Xin Zhuo. Girl Zhuzhu was also forced to marry a businessman, so she would definitely be very interested.
The Chen family has a good relationship with the prefect, so I'm afraid they will help.
The Song family had nothing to do with this matter. They only sent five people here. It was more perfunctory than chasing a thief! "
"That's it!" Yuan Yourong nodded happily.
A skinny young man behind him sneered: "I have only five members from the Song family, but I can still come out on top. Your family was fooled around by that little bandit. You are incompetent and have doubts in your heart!"
Yuan Yourong and Chen Guiyan looked at each other without paying attention. Chen Guiyan thought for a while and asked: "Is that little bandit Xin Zhuo really good at martial arts? I heard that he is eight feet tall, with a heavy back and a huge waist, and a big mouth." ?”
The smile on Yuan Yourong's face gradually disappeared: "It's not that exaggerated, she's quite handsome, just like a girl. As for martial arts, I... can't understand it anyway!"
PS: Thanks to Eternal Memoirs, How Good or Bad I Was That Day, and The Evil King of Death, for their rewards. I kneel down.
