"What are you...!" Before the coachman could ask a question, a Beggar Clan disciple locked his throat, dragged him from the vehicle, and kicked him to the side. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Little emperor, your death has come!" An elder stretched out his big hand, turned it into a claw, and grabbed Zhao Yizhi's throat.
Zhao Yizhi waved his sword to resist, but the elder grabbed the "Qilong" sword and threw it aside: "Little emperor, wielding swords and guns is not your strong point. I will be quick, hahahaha!"
Seeing that this claw was about to catch Zhao Yizhi, the "Qilong" sword came back and shot from behind, piercing the elder. The sword edge passed through the elder's body, stopped three inches away from Zhao Yizhi's chest, and never moved forward.
"This...this..." The elder looked at the sword edge piercing his chest, and reached out to grab it. As soon as he grasped the sword edge, he had no strength left, and his body slowly fell down.
Zhao Yizhi pulled out the "Qilong" sword from behind him with his backhand, looked in all directions, his heart agitated by the blood, and asked with a hint of madness: "You assassinate the king and kill him, and punish the three clans!"
Du Fangzong did not step forward and looked at Zhao Yizhi coldly. Jiang Ziran also did not take action. As the guardian elders, they must succeed once they take action. The ordinary elder who was pierced by a sword just now has indeed intimidated them. They need to see the situation clearly.
Some Beggar Clan disciples couldn't hold it any longer. The opportunity was right in front of them. Whether they could "get ahead" depended on this chance!
Two Beggar Clan disciples, one jumped up and kicked, the other fell down and swept his legs, attacking Zhao Yi. The situation of the enemy is unclear, so it is always more appropriate to use legs than hands. Besides, the Beggar Clan is good at leg and foot skills. Only elite disciples and elders are proficient in boxing skills.
Zhao Yizhi retreated continuously, but the opponent was a martial arts practitioner after all, and his movements were not even faster than Zhao Yizhi. The volleying kick had already arrived in front of Zhao Yizhi, and Zhao Yizhi could already faintly smell the earthy smell of the opponent's soles.
Zhao Yizhi grabbed Ling Kong Kong and pressed it hard on the ground. The Beggar Clan disciple felt that he was suddenly restrained and his body could not be controlled by himself. Immediately, he was thrown to the ground, right on top of his companion who was specializing in leg sweeping.
The "Qilong" sword came, and both of them were stabbed through each other, making no sound.
"Do you see clearly?" Du Fangzong asked gently.
"What kind of evil technique does this little emperor use? He can only control his own sword. How can he control others?" Jiang Ziran asked with a frown.
Du Fangzong smiled and said: "No matter what technique is used, you can see the little emperor's face and the meridians all over his body, but now his breathing is not as steady as before. His heart is restless and his breath is restless. Let Disciples, please don’t swarm us one by one and consume the little emperor to death.”
Zhao Yizhi's "One Sword, Two Beggars" also shocked the other Beggar Clan disciples present, and no one moved forward impulsively. Jiang Ziran glanced around and winked at a man with agile movements.
The person Jiang Ziran took a fancy to was also an ordinary elder, with mediocre martial arts, but neat movements and quick body skills. In terms of Qinggong alone, he is also a top-notch master among ordinary elders. Although he was selected, he was not afraid and strode towards Zhao Yizhi. He was obviously somewhat confident in his own Kung Fu.
Zhao Yizhi turned around and without saying a word, he threw the "Qilong" sword with his backhand. The sword was like a stream of light and shot towards the ordinary elder.
The ordinary elders hurriedly took two steps to greet Jianmang. When the human sword approached, the man ducked slightly and easily avoided the sword edge, passing by the "Qilong" sword. He rushed towards Zhao Yizhi with all his strength. He was confident that even if the "Qilong" sword came back and slashed at him, it would never be as fast as his own.
The ordinary elder had just rushed to Zhao Yizhi's side with his body crouched down. When he looked up, he saw a small palm in front of him. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but it was so close, but no matter what, I couldn't move even half a step forward.
Zhao Yizhi looked at him with some amusement, pointed to the ground: "Kneel down!"
The ordinary elder's body refused to obey and he immediately knelt down on the ground, his head still raised high.
"Say, Your Majesty, spare your life, and I will spare you." Zhao Yizhi was affected by his impatience. At this time, he only felt that it was extremely satisfying to control this ordinary elder, and he wanted to play with him.
"Dog! Emperor! Emperor!" The man looked at Zhao Yizhi bitterly and uttered three words clearly.
Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand to grab the man's hair, and with one move, the "Qilong" sword turned back, and with great speed, it passed through the ordinary elder's neck, and his head was pulled into Zhao Yizhi's hand.
Zhao Yizhi threw the head aside casually, and just as he was about to pick up his sword, a kick came from the side, knocking him to the side of the carriage and knocking the carriage to pieces. The war horses were frightened, neighed and left without anyone paying attention.
Jiang Ziran retracted his legs and looked at the pile of wooden frames in which Zhao Yizhi was buried. He wanted to step forward to check, but he didn't dare.
A few iron nails on a pile of wooden frames fell off quietly. As soon as they fell off, they shot towards Jiang Ziran at high speed. Not many people around noticed these nails, including Jiang Ziran himself.
Du Fangzong took three steps at a time and rushed to Jiang Ziran's side. He grasped his wrists and chest. Using his strength from the roots, he lifted Jiang Ziran and shot several iron nails into the air...
"Your Majesty, is this too insidious?" Du Fangzong put Jiang Ziran down and said in the direction of Zhao Yizhi.
"It hurts... it hurts... ah, it hurts me so much." Zhao Yizhi pushed away the sawdust from the wooden frame on his body, climbed up from the ruins of wood, and rubbed every part of his body. Suddenly, his waist bent sharply, and the place where Jiang Ziran had just kicked was now in unbearable pain.
Du Fangzong snorted: "Spoiled and pampered!"
Only then did Jiang Ziran notice the iron nails on the ground behind him, and he was also shocked: "This little emperor can not only control swords, but also people, he..." Jiang Ziran did not dare to say the next words: This clearly means that all things can be controlled! But if there really is such a person, how to fight against him? How terrifying would that be if the sharp blade in his hand and even himself would become a pawn in his hand?
Du Fangzong smiled and said: "Although he is a bit evil, he is not invincible. At least the kick you just made was effective. The little emperor is delicate and cannot withstand a few blows from us."
Zhao Yizhi endured the pain, stood up, stretched out his hand, and the "Qilong" sword flew back into his palm, and faced off with the sword.
"Elder Du, come together to avoid long nights and dreams!" Jiang Ziran suggested.
Du Fangzong nodded slightly, and the two of them rushed towards Zhao Yizhi, one from the left and the other from the right. All the disciples and elders of the surrounding Beggar Clan followed suit, and success or failure depended on this.
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Fang Qianlong carried Du Ling'er on his back and walked through the streets and alleys, running all the way, and gradually came to the busy city, and there were gradually more people around him. The common people did not pay attention to the two of them and only treated them as young men and women playing. Qian Ning and three other people chased them here. There were so many people that they did not dare to move easily, and the distance between them and Fang Qianlong became wider and wider.
"Ling'er, how do you feel?" Fang Qianlong asked nervously.
Du Ling'er lay on Fang Qianlong's back: "I want... to stay on your back... never get off..."
"Don't sleep, don't sleep..." Fang Qianlong shouted anxiously, taking out the list of officials from his arms and looking for it anxiously: "The imperial doctor...the imperial doctor..."
"Qianlong... don't go back to the Beggar Clan... the Beggar Clan can't tolerate you..." Du Ling'er reminded weakly: "Go to Nanhuai... you know... Yi Xiaodao, go find him..."
"Found it! Found it! Song Jing, Imperial Physician Song!" Fang Qianlong found an imperial physician on the list, took a quick look at the address, and rushed to the home of Imperial Physician Song.
The concierge of the Song Mansion was an old man. When he saw Fang Qianlong rushing over with Du Ling'er on his back, he thought he had seen this kind of thing many times on weekdays, so he didn't stop him and just asked: "Hey, which house is it from?"
Fang Qianlong didn't answer. He rushed in like a gust of wind and shouted: "Where is the Imperial Physician Song? Where is the Imperial Physician Song?"
"Hey, you young man, which family do you come from?" The old concierge shouted from behind, and Fang Qianlong had already rushed to the backyard.
Song Jing heard the call and came out of the room: "Who called me? Are there any patients?"
Fang Qianlong rushed in front of Song Jing: "Doctor Song? Quick, save my wife!"
Song Jing didn't know Fang Qianlong, but his life was at stake and he didn't care. He quickly asked: "What's wrong with your wife? Hurry, carry her to the room."
Fang Qianlong carried Du Ling'er into the room, knelt down and said, "Mr. Song, my wife is injured. Please take a look quickly."
Song Jing saw blood oozing from the corners of Du Ling'er's mouth and her waist collapsed. He stretched out his hand and touched: "The bones are broken and the internal organs are injured. Who is this? Who beat this girl like this?"
"I'll leave everything to Doctor Song!" Fang Qianlong turned around and left.
Song Jing grabbed Fang Qianlong and said, "Hey, young man, where are you going? You can't leave during this treatment period. What if your wife is in trouble and I leave?"
There was a burst of eagle cries outside the house, lingering in Fang Qianlong's ears like a reminder. Fang Qianlong gritted his teeth and said: "Song Imperial Physician, I know that you have done a good job in medicine, so please do your best to treat me. Even if... there is an accident, it doesn't matter. Kill me... no matter what. .”
Imperial Physician Song smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can you say this? Oh, that's all, go ahead. It would be great if His Majesty was like you today. There is a little girl in the palace who has no eyeballs. Your Majesty still has If it can't be cured, I will have to wait and pay with my life! Now here comes another one who wants to die, hehehe..."
Fang Qianlong's eyes lit up when he heard this: "The little girl has some acne on her face?"
"Isn't that a little bit? His face is covered with pimples! Even his throat was burnt and hoarse. It's so pitiful." Dr. Song shook his head and lamented.
Fang Qianlong remembered this in his heart, kowtowed to Imperial Physician Song and said, "Thank you, Imperial Physician Song! I'll be back soon, and I'll reward you generously!" After saying that, he rushed out of the door like a gust of wind, jumped up to the roof, and left Song Mansion.
Dr. Song shook his head and smiled bitterly. He brought the medicine box and began to diagnose and treat Du Ling'er.
"Your Majesty did not betray me, I betrayed Your Majesty!" Fang Qianlong kept walking and suddenly passed by a blacksmith shop. He remembered that he had commissioned a pair of boxing gloves to be made a few days ago. He quickly jumped down from the house and rushed to the blacksmith shop.
"Shop, shop, where are my gloves?"
The shopkeeper raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Qianlong: "Hey, guest, it's you! Come, take a look, it's already been prepared, you can try it!"
Fang Qianlong put a pair of iron fists on his hands, the size was just right, and said happily: "Okay! Okay! Thank you for your help." He turned around and left.
"Hey, guest, you haven't paid me yet!" The store owner quickly grabbed Fang Qianlong.
Fang Qianlong was stunned, and suddenly remembered that he still had a piece of silver left in his arms, which he had reserved for Du Ling'er's food and clothing. Fang Qianlong couldn't care much anymore, so he took out the silver and threw it to the shopkeeper, then snatched out the blacksmith shop: "If there is anything left, save it for me!"
The "BuTian" and "Wentian" in the air lost their target when Fang Qianlong entered the Song Mansion and were flying around anxiously. Fang Qianlong looked at the sky and blew a whistle. The eagle heard the whistle and found Fang Qianlong. It hovered over his head again, pointing the direction for Qian Ning and others.
Fang Qianlong hated these two eagles with all his heart before, but when he saw them returning to his head, he smiled knowingly: "Okay, follow me, don't lose them this time!"
