The power of Yin Ziqi's palm was taken away by Jiang Shuo. He couldn't use the force in mid-air and fell straight to the water. His toes touched the surface of the water. Instead of advancing, he retreated and fell back into the boat.
When An Qingxu saw Yin Ziqi returning to the boat, he asked curiously: "Who is he? Why did Mr. Yin let him go?"
Yin Ziqi was wondering. The last palm he used was the yin energy of the Zhulong Kung Fu. Even if an ordinary person was hit by this palm and his bones were not broken, even if his bones and tendons were not broken, the yin energy invaded the body, the blood was cold, and his movements would slow down after landing. . Unexpectedly, the person who received his palm was completely unaware of it. After landing on the shore, his figure was not stagnant, but he walked as fast as flying, and disappeared into the dark night.
Looking at the water bank in a daze for a moment, Yin Ziqi said: "I couldn't see his face clearly, but when I heard the shout, he seemed to be a young man, but this man's internal strength is very high, and it's not like the realm that a young man can reach!" He raised his right palm as he spoke. When An Qingxu looked at it, he saw that the palm was covered with a layer of white frost. An Qingxu said: "He practiced Ice Palm?"
Yin Ziqi said: "That's not true. He threw my inner energy back. It won't be a problem." As he said that, he sat down cross-legged. With less than a cup of tea, the white frost on his hands disappeared, and he stood up. He said: "This young man reminds me of the boy in Huayang Cave in Maoshan two years ago."
An Qingxu said, "Mr. Yin is talking about Jiang Shuo. He should be dead, right?" It turns out that they didn't know that Cheng Ang was defeated and escaped, so they didn't know that Jiang Shuo was still alive.
Yin Ziqi shook his head and said: "It's hard to say, after all, I haven't seen any corpses. My master, Bei Mingzi, once said that the Central Plains has many outstanding people and talented people. I didn't believe it. I didn't expect to see so many young talents after walking in the Central Plains for two years..." He thought to himself He said that this young man was not as good as him, but compared with the talented men from the North like the Erhe brothers, he was much better. When I think about sending troops to the Central Plains in the future, I don’t know how many young men like this and Nan Jiyun I will encounter. The talented people can't help but feel worried secretly.
But Naowen was still there shouting loudly, and Yan Zhuang translated: "Daopuo Puluo, the king of Naowen, knows too much today. If he doesn't eradicate it, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."
Yin Ziqi smiled and said: "There is no need to worry. Puo Puo was hit by my Zhulong Gong and will not survive for an hour or three."
Yan Zhuang then translated the text and said, "What about... that young man? He doesn't seem to be injured. What if Puo talks to him, or he has already hid outside the ship and overheard our plan?"
An Qingxu smiled and said: "Don't worry about it. Over the years, the reports saying that my father wanted to rebel have only been reported to eight hundred if not one thousand. Prime Ministers like Zhang Jiuling don't believe it even if they say it, let alone a few Jianghu rangers?"
After all, Nao Wen couldn't rest assured and wanted his cannibal guards to disembark from the ship to search. An Qingxu said: "No, this cannibal's dress is very different from that of the Central Plains. If he goes out in large numbers, he will be suspected. Mr. Yin, why don't we let our people search?" Bar."
Yin Ziqi nodded, pursed his lips and whistled. After a while, a group of people dressed as civilians gathered over. It was a group of men led by brothers He Wansui and He Qianqian. It turned out that they had already been lying in wait near the big black ship. One was to guard against foreign enemies. The second is to guard against the big food in black clothes. It's just that Jiang Shuo's Qing Gong was so good that he came and went without disturbing the two brothers.
Erhe led more than the original twelve subordinates. In the past two years, Yin Ziqi had been recruiting disciples in the Central Plains, and he already had hundreds of disciples. People like Yan Jun had been active in the Central Plains for two years, and they had attracted many people from the Central Plains. Nowadays, you can't tell that the wealthy people are any different from the Han people in the Central Plains just by looking at their clothes.
An Qingxu said to brother Erhe: "You go to find a young man and a seriously injured Buddhist monk. You will see people alive and dead or see corpses." Brother Erhe accepted the order, and An Qingxu said to Naowen: "Nestorianism There are many believers here, so as a precaution, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so the king can leave quickly."
Nao Wen nodded and ordered the boatman to weigh anchor and sail the boat south immediately.
But he said that Jiang Shuo jumped out of the big black ship and did not dare to go back to his own ship. Seeing the dense mountains and forests in the south, he carried Puo all the way south. Puo wanted to struggle at first, but when he was hit by Yin Ziqi, he felt extremely cold all over his body. Unable to struggle, Jiang Shuo noticed that Puo was twisting and whispered in his ear: "Don't be alarmed, sir, I'm here to save you."
Pu Puo saw that he was very strong in martial arts and was still running like flying while carrying him. He knew that if he wanted to take his own life, there was no need to go to such trouble. Thinking of this, he felt calm and allowed him to carry him forward.
After a while, he had climbed up a hill. There was a pine forest on the mountain. The pine trees grew very tall and dense. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, Jiang Shuo gently placed Puo on a clearing in the forest and helped him sit cross-legged. Looking at the injuries on his back, we could see that there was a hole in the robe on Pu Luo's back, as if it had been burned by fire, and there was blood seeping out. It was the blow from Abouna. There was also a hand-shaped tear, but it was made by Yin Ziqi. The shape of the tear was all five fingers, as if he was cutting it by pressing his hand on the robe. Yin Ziqi's internal strength was really extraordinary.
Pu Pu's robe was too big to see clearly the injuries inside. Jiang Shuo heard an offended sound and tore open the robe on the back of his body with both hands. He saw two handprints on his back, one as red as blood, and the other with only a faint green-gray color. color. Jiang Shuo knew that the bright red palm mark was caused by Abo. Although his kung fu was not of the same lineage as that of the Central Plains, it was probably of the pure Yang style. Abo's kung fu was not weak either. There were faint traces of burning near the palm print.
But the blue-grey palm print was left by Yin Ziqi. Abo's palm left a red mark on his body. It looked scary, but in fact, the injuries he suffered were mostly external injuries, but not serious internal injuries. Yin Ziqi's palm technique shattered his clothes, There was only a shallow mark on the body, but all the internal energy was injected into Puo Puo's body. There was no external injury, but the internal injuries were quite serious. This palm may have shattered Puo's internal organs.
When Jiang Shuo took Pu Pu's pulse, he felt that his pulse was weak. Then he saw that his face was as golden as paper and his eyes were closed tightly. He had already passed out from holding his breath. Jiang Shuo hurriedly put his left hand on Pu Pu's side of Zhangmen point. With strong massage, Zhangmen is the meeting point of the five internal organs. The internal energy is injected from here to temporarily relieve the internal injuries. Then he used his right hand to clasp Puo's Shenmen point, and injected internal energy into his hand's Shaoyin Heart Meridian, stimulating the heart pulse to start beating again.
After massaging a cup of tea, Puo suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood. Jiang Shuo's internal energy was injected into his body, making him much clearer. He slowly waved his hand and said to Jiang Shuo: "Thank you, young hero, for your help. There is no need to waste any more internal energy, the old monk will never become a monk." The Nestorians call themselves Jingseng, so Puo Ye calls himself the old monk.
Jiang Shuo also knew that Puo Puo's injuries were serious and difficult to treat, and that there was really no way he could save himself. Since his debut, although he had encountered many strange encounters, he had always managed to turn them into good fortunes. This time, because of Yin Ziqi's trick, not only did he not save Puo Puo, but he was also fatally injured. Jiang Shuo cried and said: "Master Puo, it's all my fault. If I hadn't come to kidnap you, you wouldn't have done it either." Yin Ziqi's palm hit him in the vital part."
Pu Puo nodded weakly and said from a distance: "Young hero, what are you talking about? I know that my kung fu is too far behind that of Mr. Yin. When I faced him, my palms were turned upside down. If young hero didn't take action, I'm afraid the old monk would have died." On top of the black ship."
Jiang Shuo knew that he was trying to comfort him with kind words, and felt even more sad. He burst into tears and cried even harder. Pu Luo squeezed Jiang Shuo's hand gently with his hand, and said with difficulty, "Young hero, don't cry, old monk." I have something to entrust you with."
Hearing this, Jiang Shuo hurriedly stopped his mourning. Knowing that Puo's injury was bearing the weight of his body and that he could no longer lie down, he let him lean on his shoulder and said, "What is the great master's instruction? Jiang Shuo must do it even if he goes through fire and water."
Pu Puo smiled slightly and said softly: "The conspiracy between An Lushan and the cannibal must have been heard by the young knight, but if the young knight goes to report it to the court, no one will believe it, and it will be difficult for him to reach heaven to hear it..."
Jiang Shuo has a good heart. I am a wanderer. Although I have been elected as a leader or gang leader by all the powerful people in the rivers and lakes, I have no official status. Where can I go to tell the truth about An Lushan's conspiracy?
Pu Puo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Therefore, the old monk wants to trouble the young knight to inform Yi Ningfang Cross Temple of Chang'an about my death and ask him to succeed him as the king of Nestorianism. The Tang Dynasty has the virtue of reinvention in our religion. Please He must try to inform the saint and be careful to prevent thieves from causing chaos."
Jiang Shuo nodded and said: "This is not difficult, but how can I win the trust of Isdad? I also ask the Dharma King to give me a token."
Pu Dao put the bead string in his hand into Jiang Shuo's hand and said: "This is my personal cross. It can be used as a token. I will teach you another verse. Although the young hero is not one of my disciples, I will listen to you recite this verse." , then you will know that you are the one entrusted to me."
As he spoke, he slowly recited the verse, but it turned out to be: "It is always true silence, first without origin; then the spirit is empty, and then there is wonderful existence; the Xuanxu creates creation, and the wonderful saints use Yuan Venerable sir; I am the only one who has the wonderful body of the Trinity, the God of Heaven, Araha."
Jiang Shuo had the ability to remember what he heard, so he repeated it again. Puo Puo was still worried and asked Jiang Shuo to read it again. As expected, there was no mistake. He said happily: "Praise Jing Zun, the young hero has profound blessings and wisdom. I teach you this verse." If you can recite the words as soon as you hear them, you are indeed destined to my Lord." In fact, Jiang Shuo recited everything as soon as he heard them, but he was not the only one who was destined to Jing Zun.
Jiang Shuo held the cross beads tightly in his hand and said, "Don't worry, great sir, I will live up to your trust."
Pu Luo closed his eyes and nodded, his breath was gone. Jiang Shuo knew that he might die at any time, so he couldn't help crying silently in sadness. Pu Luo suddenly remembered something, he opened his eyes with force, and said to Jiang Shuo: "Even if it's Yis, he The saint may still not believe what he said. You have to tell him that the Tang Dynasty really has the virtue of rebirth in our religion. Even if the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty does not listen to the warning, he must be prepared secretly. If An Lushan rebels, our followers should do our best to support him. Protect the Tang Dynasty..."
Jiang Shuo nodded vigorously and said: "Don't worry, Sir, if this day comes, I will fight side by side with your sect and swear to eliminate the thieves!"
Pu Luo nodded slowly, closed his eyes again, and prayed softly: "The water of the Dharma bath will remove the glitz and make it pure and white; hold the cross and blend the four lights to merge without restraint... What I wish with integrity..." Again He recited silently in Persian that Jiang Shuo could not understand, but his lips moved and his voice was almost inaudible. He raised his right hand tremblingly, drew a crooked cross shape on his chest, his head drooped, and he fell to Jiang Shuo's side. Suddenly passed away in Shuo's arms.
