There are talents emerging from the Jianghu generation, and they want to replace the old ones with new ones.
Zhao Zhengli, who escaped from the hands of Grand Master Du Qiao, completely disappeared.
However, the Grand Master's tracking method can probably calibrate the exact position. In addition, Zhao Zhengli is seriously injured, so it is only a matter of time before he catches up.
Du Qiao dodged to pursue him, and there were several rival figures in the sky above Qingzhou City who also lost their bearings and chased in the direction where the rebellious minister's son disappeared.
The young geniuses from all over the world quickly followed up in the Wang Family Mansion. The thousands of troops holding bows and shields barely managed to shoot a sharp arrow. Wang Chongli watched as they jumped over the wall one by one. Dozens of young talents from all over the world, including Qingzhou Zhijun Prefecture Minister, Can't afford to offend either.
The whole Wang family and the guests stared blankly at the messy backyard, with bitter expressions on their faces, but nowhere to cry out for injustice.
If you want to restore a little bit of money like a stone filling the sea, it will cost thousands of silver taels just for the half-ruined Pavilion and exotic flowers and trees, not to mention the orchids, grass, ancient pines and other rare objects on the hills that were killed by huge palm prints.
In the end, the host, the Wang family of the Zhijun Mansion, shouldered the entire feast alone.
The people who arrived from Qingzhou City saw a group of people running towards one side under the night sky, and they were confused for a moment.
When they appeared on the high wall of the Wang family's mansion, it suddenly became clear that the Xiang troops who were about to draw back their bows once again drew their bows and aimed at the trespassers. The Wang family father and son, who had just breathed a sigh of relief from the bitterness, also looked up in surprise, and then hurriedly shouted to the thousands of Xiang troops Said: "Stop!"
Seeing that the attack was in vain, all the Jianghu people turned around and rushed towards the direction of disappearing into the night sky. They bowed their hands to Wang Chongli politely and said: "I'm sorry to disturb you because of the military state affairs; see you later!"
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Jianghu, Jianghu, either laugh or cry.
Zhao Zhengli, who was running for his life with his seriously injured body, was laughing but silent and crying without tears!
He fled eastward for dozens of miles from Qingzhou City, but could not get rid of the figures behind him. Through his keen insight, he discovered that Northern Shaolin Huicong, who was wearing an exquisite cassock, was also chasing him. Together with Du Qiao, there were two great masters. , the consequences if caught are self-evident.
With the current damage to his five internal organs, he would not be able to fight even if he encountered an ordinary master, let alone a great master who was chasing after him.
No matter what, the rebellious son seemed to be in doom, and even he himself had no way to save himself. When he was in danger, he was thinking about a question. With a million gold on his head, which of the hereditary princes would take advantage of him?
In the night, in Longchi Town, which is nearly a hundred miles away from Qingzhou, a young man in burlap cloth fled in embarrassment, coughing every three steps and shaking every five steps, but still very fast, walking through the wilderness and grass forests.
As time passed, his speed became visibly slower, his coughing worsened, and he kept shaking, as if he might fall into the forest at any time.
After walking less than a hundred meters like this, Zhao Zhengli's internal organs were numb, his vision gradually blurred, his whole body's energy was exhausted, and his legs and feet were uncontrollably weak.
For the first time in his life, he felt tired, as if he could be relieved immediately if he closed his eyes. This tiredness was as if his body had been hollowed out, with a lack of vitality and overdraft.
Even when he was poisoned by the old witch in Nanzhao Kingdom, he had never experienced the poison of ten thousand corpses.
His consciousness was extremely clear at the moment. If he fell, he would die, and persistence was the only hope, even if he struggled to the end.
However, there is a kind of tiredness called being unable to control oneself, and he slowly fell down in unwillingness and sadness.
The night is exceptionally quiet, and the wind is surprisingly soft.
call!
The moment Zhao Zhengli fell to the ground, a yellow monk's robe wrapped him up in the dark night and disappeared into the night.
That figure left within three breaths, and two figures arrived one after another, one in a black scholar's shirt and an old monk in an exquisite cassock.
The two of them frowned and looked at the blood stains and staggering footprints left in the forest grass, and fell into deep thought, because they had completely lost their clues here.
The two of them were speechless and chased each other in two directions.
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Zhao Zhengli had a dream.
In his dream, he returned to Qingcheng Mountain. In April, the countryside was full of flowers, including pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peach blossoms... What fascinated him most were still the clusters of peonies in the back mountain and the azaleas inlaid with mountains and streams.
He was playing in the flower garden. The head brother and Taoist Yuan were discussing Taoism in the pavilion. The third brother Gu Henglong was still harsh on him and scolded him for being lazy in the mountains. The fourth brother had not come back yet. The fifth brother Cui Chengjiang was about to teach him a lesson for his fiery temper. The disobedient junior brother, he was naughty and dodged back and forth among the flowers, and sometimes took the initiative to challenge his senior brother's majesty. His frolics and begging for mercy echoed in the mountains.
The sixth senior brother who loves music is the most aloof from the world. The sound of the piano resounds quietly throughout the mountains, adding harmonious happiness to the senior brothers.
This dream is so intoxicating that I am willing to sleep in it for thousands of years.
For a long time, the sound of the piano was still faint and faint, and Zhao Zhengli woke up. A pain instantly spread throughout his body, bringing him back to reality from his dream.
Opening his weak eyes, he saw a quiet thatched cottage with a rough straw mat beneath him. There was a faint sound of piano music coming from outside the thatched cottage, which was unusually soft among the chirping of birds and insects.
Zhao Zhengli tried to get up, but felt a huge pain in his heart. His internal organs felt like needles and felt for an instant, and he couldn't help but groan.
"If you want to live, just lie down!"
An old voice came from outside the thatched cottage.
Before the sound was over, an old man opened the straw mat door and came in. He was wearing a yellow robe, with sixteen scars on his bald head. He was about eighty years old, more than six feet tall, very thin, but his eyes were energetic and his spine was straight. .
The skinny man held a bowl of black soup with his fingers. The bitter smell that had just entered the house had already filled the hut. He murmured in a low voice: "If you can escape from the Grand Master, you can be considered the first person in the world in decades. If your father had such ability back then, he would not have ended up in the situation he was in later. This bowl of decoction was also among the most valuable in the Dali Palace where hundreds of medicines are everywhere. It is even rarer in your Qing Dynasty. It happened that the old monk brought an extra pair. Just think of the old monk as returning a favor for the princess!"
Zhao Zhengli knew this old monk. He was the first of the eight abbots of Dali to protect the country. He was the great abbot Jueyu. He had met him once before at the Wulu Temple where all the heroes gathered. He never imagined that he would be saved by him today, but he didn't know who he was. Friend or foe?
Jueyu's old hands like withered vines handed the decoction to him, as if he had read through his mind, and said to himself: "I am from Dali Jianghu, and will not have anything to do with Qingguo, so I will not use the Taoist priest to ask for credit or reward. , this time I take action; one is to thank the little Taoist Priest for solving the puzzle of Princess Dali at the chess game in the Wulu Temple, and the other is to express my respect and remembrance of the chivalrous couple in the past."
Zhao Zhengli took the decoction he handed him and without hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp without even leaving any dregs of the medicine. He licked his bitter mouth and asked, "The great abbot also thinks Xiaodao is the surviving son of that chivalrous couple?"
A hint of smile appeared in the old eyes of the great abbot Jueyu: "As for the conclusive evidence, I don't have it, and I think the Emperor of Qing Dynasty doesn't have it either. I just calculated it based on all the details and the appearance of the little Taoist priest. This is the best evidence. ”
"Can the Great Abbot tell the little Tao about their chivalry?"
"These little Taoist priests will know in the future that at this time when their lives are still at stake, many people must have seen the thoughts of the Qingguo Emperor. As for you, you can recuperate for a few days and then go out to show your face. If you are promoted If someone who is blinded by wealth chases them, it would be better to kill a few people if they can. If you can't kill them, just run away. The more embarrassing your escape, the better. If this happens within three months, someone from the court will summon the little Taoist priest."
"Of course, Xiao Dao understands that the old emperor is just trying to weigh me, the remnant of a rebellious minister, on a daily basis. But if a shameless old guy like Du Qiao comes forward, Xiao Dao will not be able to do what he wants!"
"Little Taoist Priest, you are being humble. If you had thought about escaping from the beginning and did not confront him head-on, how could you have ended up like last night?"
The direct point made Zhao Zhenglijun blush, and he smiled wryly to cover up his embarrassment.
"I have heard about the battle between the little Taoist Priest and the Nanzhao old woman. The old witch was afraid of death and failed to use the methods of the pseudo-realm grand master. Although the word "grand master" and "grand master" are different, there is a world of difference. Even if it is a false realm, it has finally reached the threshold of the law of the great avenue. With the understanding of the little Taoist master, if he is at the peak of the master, it is no problem to fight against the first-level master. You have your place in the world, and those guys who can suppress you will not die in three to five years. When the time comes, the hatred will be doubled, so of course you have the final say."
There was an old man and a young man, one lying on the straw mat and the other sitting on the edge of the straw mat. The old man talked earnestly, and the young man nodded modestly.
Abbot Jueyu not only saved his life, but also taught him how to assess the situation and look at the problem from the perspective of Shibu's chess game.
Chatted for a long time.
Abbot Jueyu explained how to take the decoction for the next two days, as well as the matters during the recovery period. He also reminded that the kitchen of the thatched cottage had prepared food for three days, so that he could rest for a few days and then leave. Leave everything alone. The three owners of this thatched cottage I will deal with it when I come back in the future.
After the explanation, Jueyu dressed in a yellow robe and rolled up his sleeves and left, leaving Zhao Zhengli, who was half lying on a straw mat, looking up at the roof of the thatched cottage in a daze.
He was thinking about what he had just communicated with the Great Abbot Jueyu, and was recalling the daily teachings of several senior brothers, as well as the summary of his own experiences in the world.
No matter how deep the rivers and lakes are, and the situation in the temples is unpredictable, in the end it is human beings who are causing trouble.
Only by seeing through human nature can you travel freely among the rivers, lakes and temples.
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The past two days in the thatched cottage were monotonous and peaceful, but the outside world was extremely shaken.
Since the rebellious minister's son fled and disappeared in Longchi Town, a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City, the Jianghu people who arrived one after another started a melee on the spot, saying that those who arrived early had embezzled the "treasure".
Princess Dali and Chen Xiaoyao failed to track down, and they also vented their anger on the group of people vying for fame and fortune.
Similar to them, there are two sisters holding rapiers, a stunning woman in a light blue dress and a graceful woman with two short blades. How beautiful she is, how cruel her attacks are, and she will not die under the sword. They were injured, and in the end they themselves were wounded. If those Jianghu people hadn't run so fast, they would have fought until dawn.
On the second day, the Du family of the Cangzhou Jianghu family, which is more than 300 miles away from Qingzhou, was attacked by four powerful masters at night for no reason. Hundreds of people were killed and injured. Only two strong masters in the family were killed. Except for the Du family who were traveling abroad, All the younger generation died young.
The news spread all over the country overnight. The foundation of this martial arts family that had been in the north for decades suffered unprecedented damage. Du Qiao's elders and relatives who were traveling abroad rushed back overnight. Du Qiao was furious and turned back anxiously.
On the third day, a fire broke out in North Shaolin. Fortunately, the fire was put out in time, and only two Zen houses in the east courtyard were burned down.
There are two rumors, the first is that someone attacked and set fire to the temple at night, and the second is that it was caused by incense candles in the temple.
On this day, the Du family launched their revenge, covering the entire northern rivers and lakes, making the entire north lively.
Northern Shaolin also sent a group of monks into the martial arts world. I don't know if the specific details are related to the fire the day before.
In the early morning of this day, on the outskirts of Longchi Town, a hundred miles away from Qingzhou, a group of young men dressed in burlap walked forward at high speed. They had a fair and handsome face and a pleasant expression. They were eight feet tall and carried a purple long sword on their backs. They had three thousand black hair tied up by a grass vine. Bun, loose hair flying in the wind.
Within a few meters of space, with him as the center, the air vibrated with his every breath. He seemed to be the master of those several meters of space, and the secrets of the laws disappeared and appeared.
When the firemen and farmers in the mountains saw it from a distance, they mistakenly thought they were encountering loose immortals having fun in the early morning. They kept kowtowing and cheering, "Gods! Gods! Take me to heaven!"
