The night gradually deepened and the rain gradually stopped.
Zhao Zhengli didn't know how long he had been chasing the old woman, and the old woman didn't know when he got rid of the madman.
Daochang Zhao ended up in a coma in a deep mountain. He suffered serious internal and external injuries, and he had taken a lot of poison, which made his face pale and his fingers black.
The wet rain in the forest dripped on his pale face, and he fell asleep as if his head had been filled with lead. In his dream, he dreamed of the strong man Lao Yue, who talked as usual and threatened to find a beautiful girl to warm his bed.
I also dreamed about the well-behaved old Hu, who took the initiative to consult with me for the first time.
There were also six Taoist priests who looked at their appearance in the mountain gate. The head brother also warned him to abide by the rules and precepts. This time he was rarely punished to go to the ancestral land to think about his mistakes in isolation. Senior Brother Yuan Taoren came to see him quietly with wine and meat. The two of them had a relationship in the ancestral land. It was so joyful to talk and laugh.
Senior Brother Puwei from the Sixth Dao, Senior Brother Cui Chengjiang from the Fifth Dao, and Senior Brother Gu Henglong from the Third Dao rarely came to see his little junior brother. They told him with sad faces and scolded him for hating iron and not knowing when he would become a talent. Several senior brothers were strict fathers. He has always understood love like this.
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It was late at night on Qingcheng Mountain.
In the towering Taoist temple, the silver-bearded and crane-haired master suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the sky of Mount Emei in the south: "My junior brother, this calamity is so difficult!"
The next moment there was a knock on the door of the Taoist temple, and the master waved the door latch open. Cui Chengjiang, the fifth Taoist, pushed the door eagerly and entered: "Brother, the master, the second Taoist said that the junior brother has been robbed; let the old Taoist go down the mountain to support him!"
The leader twirled his beard and pointed: "No, this disaster is not considered a death disaster, let him bear it himself!"
"Last time, the old Taoist was also impetuous and asked him to go down the mountain. Hasn't the master always opposed the junior brother going down the mountain? Why this time..."
"Although you knew it was dangerous, you still let him go?"
"Um!"
"This calamity is a calamity for the imperial court and for the land of Shu. It is inappropriate for you and me to go down the mountain, except for my junior brother. No matter he wins or loses, he will make a trip to the capital. Going there will be a turning point for him. "Only by being close to people who play chess can we observe the hearts of chess players."
"In case of Shu..."
"No, those in the temple can still tell which one is more important."
"Junior brother is too worried."
"This is just because you are concerned about your junior brother. You will understand naturally after calming down. You can go back and rest."
The five people left in response.
The leader looked up to the south and said to himself: "It's time for the fourth junior brother to come back, right?"
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At dawn in the sky, a huge commotion broke out in the rivers and lakes of Shu. A brutal fighting broke out in the east of Shu. Dozens of people in the rivers and lakes died, including three masters who were confirmed to be disciples of Wolong Villa.
Wolong Villa was also massacred by mysterious monks on the same night, and blood flowed like a river. Dozens of notorious gangsters and Jianghu people died, including barbarians dressed as Tubo. Everyone who supported Wolong Villa knew that he was the county guard. Liu Yuanji, at this moment, heinous bandits and Tubo people were discovered in the villa; even though they were dead bodies, people in Shu were still angry.
While resenting Wolong Villa, he also felt sorry for Situ Jianzhuang. This Chivalrous Villa in Shu was also massacred on the same night, and the owner of the village, Situ Qing, disappeared.
Before this news could be digested, another sensational message came from the direction of Emei.
An inn twenty miles away from Emei was poisoned and massacred, and two bandit-suppressing heroes died on the official road a few miles away. They were both poisoned and then killed in a fight by force. Some people speculated that it was caused by poison from Nanzhao.
At the foot of Mount Emei, traces of a devastating battle were discovered. The destructive force extended for hundreds of meters, and the deep pits and cracks were even more horrifying. It was suspected to be comparable to a duel between great masters.
The Emei female disciples and the two surviving heroines of the bandit suppression confirmed that the battle was caused by their benefactors, Taoist Priest Zhao Zhengli, and the Grand Master of the Nanzhao Kingdom. They also described in detail the appearance of the other Grand Master and the last thing they saw. scene.
When they learned that Taoist Zhao, who was in the Grand Master realm, was chasing the Grand Master in reverse, everyone who heard what he heard was astonished. Pictures could not help but appear in their minds. How crazy could he be to a point that would scare even the Grand Master?
The key opponent is still the great master of the Nanzhao Kingdom. This Daochang Zhao was instantly upgraded from a "bandit-suppressing hero" to a "national hero"
Unfortunately, in the end, the two of them chased each other and disappeared into the night.
"Ruthless man, madman," is the most direct name for Daoist Zhao from the people in the world.
I heard that a group of female disciples and two heroines of bandit suppression in Emei were looking for this crazy Zhao.
The situation in Shu County changed overnight, and the survivors of the Nanzhao Kingdom and the barbarians of the Tubo Kingdom were implicated, making the people angry, and every clue pointed the finger at Commander Liu.
At this moment, Governor Liu was also anxious, not because of the rumors and public anger, but because the Wolong Villa that he and his father Liu Shounian had worked so hard to cultivate had been exposed.
This is like breaking his arm. You must know that the lowest level in Wolong Villa is the Junior Grandmaster level. There are more than ten masters, and there are two great masters.
Such forces should not be underestimated when looking at the entire Qing Kingdom. How could they be wiped out overnight?
The key point is that this time his obedient cousin was among them. He almost collapsed and smashed the Shu County Mansion to pieces to vent his anger.
The world of Shu was in chaos, and the county magistrate's office was also going crazy. This was like a strong horn of resistance, sounding across the entire Shu.
People in all counties launched resistance, and the people's anger after being exploited and squeezed for many years became more and more intense. They no longer obeyed the oppression of the county government and bandits. What was more serious was the night attack on the county government. The county magistrate did not dare to go out.
The land of Shu suddenly changed overnight.
Near the border of Tubo, several old men in gorgeous brocade robes were staring at the unconscious bloody man in the grass, with pale faces and shiny black lips.
These people were the real culprits of the night attack on Wolong Villa, and the bloody man was the unconscious "national hero" Daochang Zhao.
One of the old men took a breath and looked at the others: "There is still half a breath, should we save him or not?"
"Amitabha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
"Do your best to avoid having to explain to Qingcheng Mountain."
"You can't explain it to your good disciple, right?"
"The old Taoist is responsible for the future of the Daqing Kingdom! Looking at such talents, it is hard to find many in all countries. How can we not save them?"
Then the man took out a golden elixir from his embroidered robe, stuffed it into his bloodless mouth with great distress, and did not forget to chant: "Good fortune, good fortune."
Several other old men also had the same expression: "Brother Zhao, are you really willing to give up the Dragon Tiger Pill?"
Even though the man was reluctant to give up, he still pretended to be generous and said: "Elixirs are meant to cure diseases and save people. What kind of elixirs are they if they don't save people?"
"Brother Zhao is really ambitious. Can you give me some alms?"
"Let's talk about winning on the 19-way chessboard!"
"..."
A few people quarreled for a while, and when they saw that the medicine was taking effect, they stopped talking. They repeatedly clicked "Puff" to unblock the acupuncture points, forcing the black mist around them into a ball in their palms, and there was a trace of blood on the originally black lips and hands and feet.
"Amitabha, his grandmother's poisonous poison in Nanzhao is indeed stubborn and cannot be eradicated for a while!"
"Let's save his life first!"
After another round of injecting poison into the acupuncture points, a ball of pure black mist the size of a finger finally gathered in the palm of the hand. Several people worked together to seal it in the palm, and it looked as ordinary as a black spot.
Several people stopped their hands, and sweat was already pouring from their foreheads. It was obvious that the continuous flipping operation took a lot of energy.
After everything was done, he ignored him and disappeared into the border jungle.
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The sun was rising in the sky, and the temperature was also boiling hot. A group of people passed by the border area and saw a man unconscious in the grass and reported quickly.
"Miss Situ, there is a person in front who has fainted. Should we save him or not?"
"I said to Old Xu Ha, as a person in the world, it is common sense to draw a sword to help. Buddhists also say that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can you not save it?"
"But Miss often told me, don't meddle in other people's business. The rivers and lakes are deep and you will die quickly if you meddle in your own business."
Miss Situ was speechless for a moment, and then asked: "Is the other party a boy or a girl? How is his appearance? If it looks good, we will take care of it. If it doesn't look good, just pretend that I didn't say anything."
"Yes, he is a handsome man."
"Then why are you still standing there? Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"
"..."
It was the afternoon when Daochang Zhao woke up again. He was lying on a cart with a horse pulling him. There were three or five people in front of him, chatting about something along the way.
He tried hard to get up, but his limbs were weak. The heartbreaking pain instantly spread all over his body. Even if he had reached the master level, he couldn't help but groan.
The five people turned their heads and saw that the handsome man was awake. They quickly stopped and gathered around to check.
Zhao Zhengli looked at the few people with a look of astonishment in great pain. They were all dressed like Jianghu people, wrapped in coarse linen and carrying various weapons on their backs. The only thing that impressed him deeply was one of the women.
He was twenty-eight years old, dressed in rough linen, and carried a long sword on his back. His complexion was not as white as jade, but it was still spotless, with bright eyes and white teeth, and gleaming brows.
When Taoist Zhao saw her, he first thought of the owner of Situ Jianzhuang, Situ Qing.
Although there are six points of similarity, they are far from as delicious and attractive as Situ Qing's. It seems that except for the matching face, the rest of the parts are of low quality, neither protruding nor curvy, and the waist is somewhat similar to that of Situ Qing.
Zhao Zhengli despised himself so much that he still had such thoughts when he was so heartbroken by thousands of ants?
The woman asked: "Did the young master meet an enemy? Did he pass out in the jungle in such a state of embarrassment?"
Perhaps it was due to pain and numbness, but Daochang Zhao lost consciousness. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his tattered clothes. He saw bruises and scars all over his body, and blood and scabs on his clothes stuck to his skin.
It really looks like something that was plundered, killed and dumped in the wilderness.
Zhao Zhengli opened his mouth and found that his lips were chapped and his upper and lower lips were stuck together. The people nearby quickly moistened his lips with water hyacinth and said righteously: "Master, don't be afraid. We are from Situ Jianzhuang in Shu County. We specialize in chivalrous deeds." , we just went to Tubo to establish several sects a few days ago, if you are in trouble just ask, we will make the decision for you."
When Zhao Zhengli heard that he was from Situ Jianzhuang, he immediately thought of the old woman from Nanzhao who revealed that Situ Jianzhuang was massacred by the Tubo Imperial Master and others. He moistened his throat and said weakly: "Are you from Shunlongtan Situ Jianzhuang? Can the owner of the village be called Situ Qing?" Then he looked at the woman: "I guess the girl is the daughter of the owner of the village, Miss Situ Yao!"
Several people were surprised when they met face to face. They really knew each other. They were acquaintances. But why didn't they have the slightest impression of this handsome man?
Zhao Zhengli told the story in detail, and several people were relieved.
With this relationship, I also take special care of him. For example, I am worried that the cart is too hard, so I help him add dry grass, and I am also worried that he will be boring alone. I take the initiative to talk to him and take care of him at any time. Of course, changing into clean clothes is also the most basic care.
Zhao Zhengli learned through chatting that today was the third day of the seventh lunar month, which meant that he had been unconscious for a day. He was too weak to check his body, so he asked a man to check back and forth for him.
For the first time, his hands and feet were intact. The only thing was that his muscles and bones were severely injured, so he was temporarily unable to move.
In fact, these were all caused by the old men forcing poisonous poison on him to forcibly stretch his veins, and the Longhu Dan frantically washed the tendons and cut the marrow to repair the internal and external injuries, so he was temporarily unable to move.
Daochang Zhao was wondering why the poison did not attack? Why do internal and external injuries heal overnight?
Since there was no problem, he felt relieved for the time being. What he was hesitating about at this moment was whether Situ Jianzhuang was really massacred by the Tubo Imperial Master and others as the old woman said.
He didn't dare to make any rash decisions. After all, he didn't witness it with his own eyes. He could only hear about it when he went to the inn or the market.
According to the descriptions of Situ Yao and others, they had been in Tubo for more than half a month, and what happened in Shu was still unknown.
This time, I also happened to find Zhao Zhengli in the border area.
When asked why he died in a bloody state on the western border, he simply described that he met the survivors of the Nanzhao Kingdom, the two had a desperate battle, and then he fainted after chasing and escaping.
After hearing this, several people became angry and said, "The survivors of Nanzhao Kingdom are really capable. They actually dare to run wild in Daqing Kingdom."
"Next time we go to Nanzhao, we will specifically select the surviving members of the Nanzhao Kingdom to avenge Mr. Zhao."
"I heard that Nanzhao is good at poison poisoning."
"What are you afraid of? Break his hands and feet and see how he uses poison!"
Several people just walked around and complained.
Director Zhao was lying quietly in the back of the truck, praying silently in his heart!
