On top of the hill.
Nimoxing turned to look at the confident Jinlun Dharma King and said: "Dharma King, that old man's kung fu is not weak. Have you forgotten? That day, he and that man, just two people, beat us in a hurry. Even if you and I work together, we can't do it." It’s difficult to win, what’s your plan?”
After being reminded by Nimo Xing, the Dharma King thought of the embarrassing appearance that day and made a fool of himself in front of Kublai Khan. He secretly resented it. He touched the stab wound on his waist that was gradually getting better and said: "No matter how strong he is, It’s just one person, and besides, Brother Ni still needs to be wronged in this matter.”
Looking at the unknown smile on His Holiness’s face, Nimo Xing looked puzzled. He didn’t know why he said this, but His Holiness stopped speaking, so he couldn’t ask any more questions.
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It's getting dark.
It was the first watch in the camp. As soon as Zhao Zhijing arrived at the main camp, he slipped out of the camp and sat next to a sand dune. He saw groups of mounted guards crisscrossing and patrolling, and the defense was as tight as an 'iron barrel'. He thought to himself : "With such a momentum, it is extremely difficult to break into the camp. Master Zhou's uncle was able to come and go freely with that person that day. His ability is really unfathomable."
After sighing for a while, Zhao Zhijing looked up at the sky and saw that the sky above his head was dark blue, covering the vast plains like a large Mongolian tent. The stars were twinkling, and the Big Dipper was even more shining. He thought to himself: "If it is as His Holiness said, , three months later I was appointed as the headmaster, and at that time my reputation was high in the world. Three thousand Taoist temples and 80,000 disciples in the world all listened to my orders. Hehe, one person is inferior to ten thousand people, and it is me."
The more I thought about it, the more proud I became. Then I stood up and looked around. I saw refugees in the distance passing by the road in twos and threes. I could vaguely see two pretty girls hanging at the end of the team following them. Although they were dressed like village women, , but extremely clean and tidy, in sharp contrast to the other ragged refugees in the team, looking more like a rich lady in distress or a noble official.
When he first met these two people, Zhao Zhijing felt a sense of familiarity at first, but upon closer inspection, he felt unfamiliar again. Then he thought of the incomparable beauty of the little dragon girl, and thought to himself: "That dragon girl is really unparalleled in beauty, I feel so... Pity, no wonder that boy Yin Zhiping is so obsessed with her, but a hero who wants to do great things, how can he be fascinated by lust?"
Zhao Zhijing is not a womanizer, and he only wants to fight for fame and hegemony. Just when he was feeling complacent, the two girls in the refugee team gathered together and whispered: "Cousin! Why is he here?!"
The tall woman glanced at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing on the sand dune, and whispered: "I don't know, cousin, be careful. Let's not look in his direction, lest he discovers us."
"Um."
These two people were Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying, who had not been heard from since they ran out of Dasheng Pass that day. In order to find Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang took Cheng Ying all over the country. Not long ago, they heard that a Nashi suddenly appeared at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. In the villa, Zhengguang is recruiting all the heroes from the world to fight against the devil Dongzhang.
After hearing the news, the two sisters immediately thought of the man in gray with cold eyes, and then they hit it off. Lu Wushuang felt that Yang Guo would definitely come to this conference, while Cheng Ying simply wanted to see that man, that man. The young man who saved her life in the kiln factory when she was a child.
"Cousin, do you think that Zhao Zhijing is staying in the Mongolian military camp without any hesitation? Could it be that he has colluded with them? Should we follow him secretly?" Lu Wushuang's restless temper was clearly visible at this moment.
"This..." Cheng Ying, who had always been calm, hesitated.
Pulling Cheng Ying's sleeve, Lu Wushuang hurriedly said: "Cousin, anyway, there is still some time before the conference starts. We have nothing to do, so let's go and have a look."
The two people here were talking when they suddenly saw a black shadow rushing from the west, darting between the tents. In an instant, they had rushed under the king's tent. They saw the man with wide robes and long sleeves, and a white beard floating in the air. , it was Zhou Botong who arrived.
But when he saw him sneaking up the curtains by the window, he took a look inside and found that it was empty and there was no one around. He couldn't help but be startled. He just thought that Jin Lun Dharma King would have experts lying around to intercept him, so he could take advantage of the opportunity. He beat them to pieces in order to relieve Da Chang's heart, but he never expected that the Dharma King was not among them. Looking around, he saw thousands of military camps and tents overlapping each other, but where could he find him?
Seeing the real owner arriving, Zhao Zhijing's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to go up to him and say hello, but then he thought: "If I go up and tell him right now, he will definitely feel unhappy if he sees that it's too easy, and I can't. I have to let him search the military camp first, and when he is helpless and depressed, I can then tell him where the Dharma King is hiding, and then he will greatly appreciate my kindness."
As soon as he thought about it, Zhao Zhijing immediately hid behind a tent and watched Zhou Botong's movements closely.
This scene was seen by Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying from a distance, and they both said: "Who is this old man? Can Zhao Zhijing watch secretly and cautiously?"
Zhao Zhijing had always hit and scolded Yang Guo in the Quanzhen Sect. Naturally, she and she didn't have a good impression of him, especially Lu Wushuang, who wouldn't even greet him when they met.
Seeing his sneaky appearance, the two couldn't help but look at each other. They immediately left the refugee group, walked slowly to the side of the camp, and hung far behind Zhao Zhijing.
In front of the king's tent.
Zhou Botong looked left and right for a while, then suddenly jumped up, threw himself on the flagpole, supported the flagpole with one hand, and then jumped several feet, supporting each other with his hands. In the blink of an eye, he quickly climbed to the top of the flagpole.
Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked when he saw it: "Even if Master Zhou is not yet a hundred years old at this time, he must be in his seventies or eighties. Even though he is a monk, his muscles and bones will inevitably weaken and his steps will be weak." It’s difficult, but his skills are so agile, even better than those of young men, which is really a strange thing in the martial arts world.”
Zhou Botong jumped up to the flagpole and looked around. He saw thousands of flags fluttering in the military camp, and there were tens of thousands of tents. How could he find them one by one?
Then he came up in a rage and yelled loudly without hesitation: "King Jinlun, where have you been hiding?"
This shout was full of energy and spread far across the wilderness. There was even a faint echo from the mountains to the left. However, the King of Dharma had already reported the matter to Kublai Khan on horseback, received permission, and sent a message to everyone. The army, so although the army heard his call, it was silent and no one responded at all.
Even the patrolling cavalry guards disappeared quietly at some point. At this time, there were only a few soldiers in the camp who were busy with the things at hand and going back and forth through the tents, which made the camp not look so quiet, but for a few It still seemed a bit strange for a camp with a hundred thousand troops, but the old naughty boy didn't notice this strange scene at all, which was really wrong.
Seeing that no one in the huge military camp was paying attention to him, Zhou Botong became more energetic again. He supported the flagpole with one hand and hung on the top alone, shouting: "His Holiness, if you don't answer, I'm going to scold you!"
After a long while, no one paid attention to the voice, so Zhou Botong cursed loudly: "Stinky Jinlun, Dog Dharma King, what kind of hero are you? You are hiding in a turtle hole and don't dare to stand out! Coward! Coward! I The old naughty boy looks down on you!"
As soon as these words came out, someone from the east suddenly responded: "Old naughty boy, Qiu Chuji is here. Come if you have the ability."
Zhou Botong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, immediately threw down the flagpole, rushed over, and shouted: "Where is it?"
But after the man shouted, he stopped making any sound. The voice sounded not that of King Jinlun, but rather that of a Mongolian soldier impersonating him. Zhou Botong looked at the countless camps and didn't know where to start.
When Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying heard the echo outside the camp, their hearts sank immediately. Master Qiu was actually in the Mongolian camp? Then we should follow up and take a look.
In the Quanzhen Sect, although Qiu Chuji treated others harshly, he treated Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying equally. After all, they were all brought up by Guo Jing, so it was impossible to treat them differently.
In the military camp.
After a while, Zhou Botong heard a strange voice from far to the west shouting: "Qiu Chuji is here, come here, you bastard!"
This was what Zhou Botong had just said in return. He was so angry that he was so angry that he grinned and ran towards the west with a puff of smoke. During this period, he heard the man's strange noises and obscene words in his mouth, which made Zhou Botong, a monk, very angry. I was so angry that I almost developed high blood pressure.
He thought to himself: "This damn boy! If I catch him, I will beat you to the point where your mother won't recognize you! How dare you insult your Grandpa Zhou!"
But as Zhou Botong ran closer, the strange noise gradually became smaller. As soon as Zhou Botong ran halfway, the screams started to stop, and finally stopped. Zhou Botong had no choice but to stop, because he really didn't know where the screams came from. Which tent.
And this was Jin Lun Dharma King's strategy, using the human sea tactic to mess up Zhou Botong's heart first.
In fact, it successfully angered Zhou Botong, who laughed angrily and yelled: "Jinlun Dharma King, you coward! Are you trying to hide from me? Since you don't dare to come out and fight with me, then I will The Mongolian camp was burned down, and you can’t get out yet?!"
These words naturally frightened the whole army. This old man could really do such a thing. Zhao Zhijing, who was not far behind him, thought to himself: "I have my back against the big tree of the Fourth Prince now. Don't let me do it when the time comes." If he did something bad before he made any merit, then it would be bad if he was blamed."
As soon as he thought about it, he immediately jumped out, waved his hands and said, "Uncle Master Zhou! You can't do it!"
Seeing the person coming, Zhou Botong narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his hips and shouted: "It's you little Taoist priest again, what are you doing? Why can't you set off the fire?!"
Zhao Zhijing glanced at the latter and said nonsense: "Uncle Master, they are deliberately tempting you to set fire. Can't you see it? These tents are filled with gunpowder. If you light a fire, they will set you on fire. There were no bones left after the explosion, and besides, Uncle Qiu is still in the camp."
Zhou Botong was startled when he heard this, jumped to his feet and cursed: "Are these bastards so vicious?"
Thinking that Qiu Chuji was still in the military camp, he gave up the idea, but if he couldn't set fire to it, would he have to find the year of the monkey, horse and moon in this camp with tens of millions of tents? He was so anxious that he couldn't help but scratch his head and ears.
Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but be startled when he saw that he actually believed his lies. Zhou Shishu was really easy to deceive. He was just making random nonsense. Even a three-year-old child would be suspicious, but he actually believed it and his mind could be so simple.
He was overjoyed in his heart and said again: "My disciple discovered their trick and was afraid that my uncle and master would not notice it. I was extremely anxious, so I stayed here waiting for you."
Zhou Botong patted Zhao Zhijing's shoulder in relief and said, "Well, you are kind. If you hadn't told me, wouldn't my old naughty boy have been bombed to death here?"
Zhao Zhijing was secretly happy in his heart, but his face showed no trace of dew. He said in a low voice: "My disciple took a big risk and found the hiding place of the Dharma King. Master, uncle, come with me."
As soon as the words came out, Zhou Botong shook his head and said: "I can't say it, I must not say it! If I can't find it, I will give up."
Betting on finding someone is a very fun game for him. If Zhao Zhijing guides him, even if he finds someone, it will be boring. This kind of betting must be open and aboveboard, and being sneaky is a taboo.
He is an old naughty boy who has been playing in the world for many years, and his gambling is still acceptable.
Zhao Zhijing hit a snag and felt anxious. He suddenly thought: "He is known as an old naughty boy and his temper is really different, so we can only lure him to the bait."
He lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, he had a tragic look on his face and said: "Uncle Master, if this is the case, I have to go and save people. Uncle Qiu treats me as my own son. I can't bear to see him suffer. If The disciple accidentally died in the enemy's camp, and he even forgot to inform the disciples that the disciple did not disgrace the Quanzhen Sect!"
After saying that, he started to use his light body skills and ran towards the mountains on the left. He was worried in his heart. He didn't know whether Zhou Botong would follow. After running a few feet, he turned his head and looked back, and his face showed unconsciously. A weird smile...
