"Do you know where my nephew is?" Zhou Botong looked sideways at the two of them.
Jin Lun Dharma King had a calm face, looked at Nimo Xing slightly, and said, "That's natural."
Zhou Botong looked back and forth at their faces. His Holiness and Nimoxing let him look at them without any clues on their faces, but they were thinking in their hearts why Zhou Botong came to the Mongolian army camp to look for some kind of nephew?
Although the old naughty boy is simple-minded, he is not a fool. As the enemy of Jinlun Dharma King, how can he believe what he says? He immediately sneered and said: "You won't lie to me, then tell me, what is the surname of my nephew?" Whose name is it?"
Smiling bitterly in his heart, the Dharma King was really afraid of what would happen. How could he know who Zhou Botong's nephew was? Didn't even know about it.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Zhou Botong's smile became even brighter: "Huh, great monk, you are kidding me."
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Just when the two of them were riding a tiger, two Quanzhen Taoist priests suddenly ran quickly from a distance. It was Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping who heard the sound.
Seeing Zhou Botong confronting Jinlun Dharma King, Zhao Zhijing's heart skipped a beat and shouted from a distance: "Jinlun Dharma King, let my Uncle Qiu go!"
This was a reminder to Jinlun Dharma King, who nodded secretly and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, Qiu Chuji is a guest in the king's tent at the moment. Since you are here, let's go together."
Zhou Botong frowned and looked at the two of them, always feeling that something was a little fishy. At this time, Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping had already mounted their horses in front of him, and they both overturned their saddles and dismounted.
Zhao Zhijing glanced at Jinlun Dharma King covertly, and pointed to Zhou Bo's passage: "This is Senior Zhou from the Quanzhen Sect. If you know the truth, please let us Master Qiu go."
Yin Zhiping looked at the few people with a complicated expression and was speechless.
Zhou Botong's eyes widened and he said, "Huh, it's you two again. Little Taoist, please kowtow."
Yin and Zhao were about to salute when Zhou Botong said impatiently: "The young Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect are really inferior to each other. You are not a good person either."
The speaker had no intention of saying this, but the listener had the intention. Both of them felt nervous. It couldn't be that Master Zhou's uncle had discovered something.
As Zhou Botong spoke, he suddenly kicked his feet, and his two shoes flew towards the door facing the two of them.
Yin Zhiping didn't feel anxious when he saw the force of the shoe flying down. Even if he was hit in the face, he didn't feel it was in the way, and he didn't dare to lose his etiquette, so he still bowed and saluted.
However, Zhao Zhijing reached out to catch them. Unexpectedly, the two shoes flew three feet in front of them and suddenly turned back. Zhao Zhijing grabbed the air with one hand and saw the left shoe flying to the right and the right shoe flying to the left. They circled around and crossed in the air. After that, he returned to Zhou Botong. Zhou Botong stretched out his feet and put them into his shoes.
Although this was just a game, if he didn't have extremely deep inner strength, he would never have been able to kick the two shoes so well.
Jin Lun Dharma King and Nimo Xing had seen Kublai Khan's trick of throwing his flying halberd at people and falling halfway in the camp. The backing up of the flying shoes is the same, but with a little more kick when kicking out. , so he was not too surprised when he saw it, but Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hand to grab something empty, but he couldn't help but be shocked. With his martial arts, he could easily catch powerful hidden weapons when they were shot at him, and he would not miss anything. I don't know that a tattered shoe flying slowly towards me will be out of my grasp.
Now that he had a deeper understanding of Zhou Botong's martial arts, he no longer dared to be negligent. He followed Yin Zhiping and bowed down, saying respectfully: "Disciple Zhao Zhijing bows to my great uncle."
Zhou Botong laughed heartily and said, "Qiu Chuji and Wang Chu's eyes are too low, so they just accept some incompetent disciples, that's all. Who wants you to kowtow?"
Then he shouted: "Charge!"
The three camels raised their ears and raised their tails, and ran away. However, one of the camels was pierced by the king's spear just now and died on the spot.
Seeing that the old naughty boy was about to leave, Zhao Zhijing and Dharma Wang became anxious. The former shouted: "Uncle Zhou!"
The Dharma King immediately flew forward, stepped forward with two big steps, and blocked the camel with his body, shouting: "Wait a minute!"
He pressed both palms on the forehead of one camel, and the three camels were rushing forward. When he pressed them like this, they actually took two steps back. It was obvious that the force was much greater than Zhou Botong's.
When Zhou Botong saw this, he was immediately furious. He felt that he had lost face and shouted: "Master monk, can you fight? The old naughty boy has not met an opponent in more than ten years, and his fists are itching. Come on, let's fight a few of them." round."
He has always been fond of martial arts. In recent years, his martial arts has become stronger and stronger. It is extremely difficult to find an opponent. He knows that the Dharma King is very skilled and can accompany him to fight, so he gets off his hump and takes action.
Unexpectedly, the Dharma King shook his head and said: "I will never fight against a courageous person in my life. You just fight, and I will never fight back."
Zhou Botong was furious and glared: "You said I am a courageous person?!!"
Jinlun Dharma King glanced at the angry Zhou Botong and sneered: "You knew that Qiu Chuji was a guest in the king's tent, but you were afraid of death and didn't dare to go. Also, you knew that I was not in the army, but you bypassed me and secretly attacked me. The knights took action, hey, you knew you were no match for me, so you looked at me and walked away, so you secretly started to take action, Zhou Botong, you are not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also shameless."
These words hurt Zhou Botong's heart and made him furious. He actually laughed angrily and said: "Okay, okay! You said I'm not your opponent, then let's have a fight. Whoever wins will naturally be the same." You’ll know if you fight!”
Hearing this, a hint of success flashed in the Dharma King's eyes, but he still shook his head and said: "I said not to fight against the courageous people, but you force me not to do it. My fists must have the backbone to hit the courageous people. If it stinks, the stench will not go away in three years and six months.”
Zhou Botong, who was already on top, wanted to fight Jinlun Dharma King at this moment. Who could hear it? He said angrily: "Do you mean what you said? Who knows if it is your conspiracy? You two can tell! Is Qiu Chuji in the Mongolian King’s tent?!”
He still had some doubts about King Jinlun, so he turned the conversation to Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, thinking that since they were disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they would not fool him.
The Dharma King immediately looked at the two of them meaningfully. Zhao Zhijing's heart sank, and he was the first to speak out: "Returning to my uncle, Master Qiu should be in the king's tent at this moment."
Yin Zhiping's head remained silent.
After receiving the recognition, Zhou Botong immediately waved his hand: "Okay! In this case, I will ask you tonight what kind of abilities you Mongolians have, how dare you say such rude words."
Zhou Botong could not bear to be provoked by others. The more difficult the task, the more he had to do it. He immediately pulled out the spear at his feet and threw it at the Dharma King: "Go on, remember to treat my nephew well. I will go there tonight." Go to the king's tent and bring him back."
The Dharma King had only one hand to catch the spear. Once he caught it, he realized that the force of the throw was really unusually strong. He used his inner strength to resist, but in the end he took two steps back and stopped holding the Chun.
Secretly praising the old man's deep inner strength, Jinlun Dharma King showed no expression on his face and laughed loudly: "Okay! I'm a little brave! I will guard the camp tonight. No matter you come or go covertly, as long as you dare Come, I admire you as a great hero."
The three camels were about to charge forward, but were blocked by the Dharma King's palms. At this moment, his palms suddenly loosened, and the three camels suddenly jumped up at the same time, leaping more than ten feet, and rushed forward.
Everyone looked at Zhou Botong's back from a distance, but saw the three camels running further and further away, gradually shrinking into three small black spots.
Yin Zhiping stood there blankly. His Holiness glanced at the white-faced Taoist priest, threw the spear to Zhao Zhijing, and said, "Let's go."
Looking at Dharma King Nimoxing and his two men who had already walked away, Zhao Zhijing hurriedly chased after him and whispered: "National Master, my junior brother"
The two of them looked sideways at Yin Zhiping, who was still standing there blankly. Jinlun Dharma King smiled and said: "Humph, leave him to me. I promise to do it cleanly and not become a stumbling block to your position as head teacher."
(End of chapter)
