That night.
Two men in black sneaked into the Mongolian camp and quickly searched among the tents. They found it was Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan in disguise.
"Senior Brother Wang, no!" Liu Chuxuan quickly slipped out of a tent and shook his head at Wang Chuyi, who was watching outside.
"No more probing!" After thinking for a while, Wang Chuyi led Liu Chuxuan and continued to sneak into the thousands of yurts.
Mao Shi.
This is the time when people are most sleepy, and many guards on guard have already dozed off, completely unaware that two uninvited guests are walking through their base camp.
In a tent somewhere, Zhao Zhijing, who had been frightened all night, couldn't bear the urge to urinate. He glanced at Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing who were dozing, and quietly got up and left the tent.
As soon as he left the camp, Zhao Zhijing carefully looked around, then found a haystack not far away, unbuttoned his pants and released the 'inventory' that he had held back for a long time.
At this time, Wang Chuyi quickly passed through the northern camp and saw Zhao Zhijing urinating from the corner of his eye, but did not pay attention.
"Um?"
After a quick glance, Wang Chuyi turned back and took a closer look at Zhao Zhijing's haystack. His pupils immediately shrank: "Traitor! You are indeed here!"
He could not mistake Zhao Zhijing's back.
Following Liu Chuxuan's greeting, the two of them immediately sneaked towards Zhao Zhijing.
It was late at night and the wind was strong. Zhao Zhijing felt a chill on the back of his neck when the wind blew him. He hurried to the tent in front of him before he finished urinating.
As soon as the person jumped away, a cold light passed over the place. Zhao Zhijing was so frightened that he hurriedly turned sideways and saw a pair of familiar eyes hidden under the scarf.
"Master!?"
"Hmph! Traitor! Follow me back to the mountain quickly!"
Wang Chuyi did not expect that his charged attack would be avoided by Zhao Zhijing by mistake. Seeing that he was really his master, Zhao Zhijing was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and a gust of cold air reached his tailbone and went straight to his forehead.
Seeing how they were dressed up, they looked like they were here with bad intentions. Zhao Zhijing did not respond to Wang Chuyi, but shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother Xiao! Brother Ni! Help!!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and ran towards the tent next to him.
"You traitor! How dare you!!"
Wang Chuyi and the two were shocked and angry. If Zhao Zhijing shouted like this, what would happen to them? We must fight quickly!
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then raised their swords and chased Zhao Zhijing. It was already a luxury to capture him alive, and being able to kill him on the spot was considered a success.
Wang Chuyi immediately activated the "Golden Wild Goose Kung", slammed his left foot on the ground, and instantly jumped three to four feet out of the ground. The long sword in his hand was filled with Quanzhen's internal energy, and he stabbed Zhao Zhijing in the back of the heart.
Zhao Zhijing, who was running all the way, saw what he saw out of the corner of his eye and his scalp was numb with fear, and he shouted: "Master, spare your life!!"
There has always been a master-disciple relationship. Wang Chuyi paused in his hands and slowed down for a moment when Zhao Zhijing shouted.
Seeing that the master was holding back because of his feelings, Zhao Zhijing took out two throwing knives from his arms and threw them at the latter fiercely.
"Huh?! Beast!!"
The flying knife was fast and urgent, and the two of them were very close to each other. At this time, Wang Chuyi had no time to stop and block him. Liu Chuxuan, who was behind him in desperation, immediately grabbed Wang Chuyi's foot and pulled it outward.
"Boohoo!"
Two flying knives hit the yurt behind him in the air.
"Traitor! I'll kill you!!"
The car almost overturned on his apprentice. Wang Chuyi was frightened and angry. He picked up his sword and chased Zhao Zhijing.
But it didn't go so smoothly at this time, because two figures emerged from the rapid flipping of the door curtain in the distance, and they were rushing towards Liu and Wang at extremely fast speeds.
Astonishingly, they were Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing.
"Brother Xiao! Brother Ni! Save me!!"
Seeing the savior, Zhao Zhijing ran towards the two of them in embarrassment, and Wang Chuyi's angry sword move was also smashed away by a large stone thrown by Nimoxing.
Feeling the force coming from the long sword, Wang Chuyi was secretly shocked: "This man is so strong!"
After Nimoxing forced Wang Chuyi back with one move, he stretched out his hand to maneuver the cart next to him. He waved the cart with one hand and made the wind whine. The two to three hundred kilograms of cart seemed like nothing in his hands. His strength is extraordinary.
"What to do! Senior Brother Wang!" At this time, the Mongolian camp had been alarmed by Zhao Zhijing's voice, and they were rushing towards this end.
Looking bitterly at Zhao Zhijing who was hiding behind Xiao Xiangzi, Wang Chuyi gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"
It is no longer realistic to capture Zhao Zhijing at this time. Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing are so powerful that just the two of them are enough for Liu and Wang to drink a pot, not to mention there are thousands of people around them. Mongolian warrior.
"Brother Xiao! Brother Ni! Hurry! They are running away! Stop them!!" Seeing the frequent eye contact between Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan, Zhao Zhijing knew that they were about to withdraw and hurriedly urged Xiao Xiangzi.
Pushing Zhao Zhijing away in disgust, Xiaoxiangzi smiled sinisterly and said: "Since you are here to hide your head and show your tail, don't leave!"
After saying that, he jumped up high and pointed downwards with the mourning stick in his hand, and a large ball of dark green mist suddenly spurted out.
"Not good! It's poisonous!"
When Liu and Wang saw this, they quickly held their breath, turned around and ran out.
"Want to run!!?"
Nimoxing also took action. He vigorously rotated the cart in his hand, and with a twist of his waist, the cart in his hand whizzed towards Wang Chuyi's heart.
Listening to the strong wind coming from behind, Liu and Wang knew that if they were hit by this cart, they would be dead or disabled. The two people who were running immediately stretched out their palms to use one by one to lift the 'Ladder to Heaven' Kung Fu's body instantly lifted up and flew onto the yurt.
With two bangs, the cart hit the yurt and fell apart. Looking at Liu and Wang who were drifting away in the night, Nimoxing rushed to catch up, while Xiaoxiangzi glanced at Zhao Zhijing beside him and hesitated for a while. Hibiki didn't catch up.
He was afraid that this was the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Now that the Dharma King was away, he could only protect Zhao Zhijing every step of the way.
Nimoxing was born with supernatural powers, but his lightness skills were average. He was thrown away by Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan within a few seconds, and he successfully escaped from the Mongolian camp in the night.
Since then, the Quanzhen Six Sons have officially turned against the Mongolian camp, but only in the dark. Overtly, at least everyone has a tacit understanding and has not exposed it, but they all know that the Mongolians intend to protect Zhao Zhijing, and the Mongolians also know that they will break out tonight. The people in the camp were from the Quanzhen Sect.
Amidst the surging undercurrent, there is an ancient tomb in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.
Lu Guzhan followed the old naughty boy to practice the Nine Yin Residual Pian day by day, and quickly mastered the essence of the Nine Yin Residual Pian under his careful instruction. The old naughty boy was also surprised by his martial arts talent, and faced all the questions. It goes without saying that Lu Guzhan's talent is much higher than Yeluqi's.
Even comparable to Yang Guo. After all, this person is a Taoist who will suffer a lot in later generations. He is the ruthless person who created the 'Xuanming Divine Palm'.
The two of them occupied the magpie's nest in the ancient tomb, one teaching and the other learning.
A month passed so quietly. With the help of Hanyu Bed, Lu Guzhan's skills improved by leaps and bounds. Unknowingly, he also understood all the key points of the Jiuyin Fragments. After all, the master was by his side. Guo Jing may not be able to understand the Yin Scripture as well as Zhou Botong.
This man recited this sutra every day in his dreams, and understood it unintentionally. If Zhou Botong, the contemporary martial arts idiot, was not there, there would be no one.
In the original novel, Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu took three months to comprehend the remaining chapter of Nine Yins, but now Lu Guzhan has the guidance of an old naughty boy, and it only takes one month.
All that was left was for Lu Guzhan to apply what he had learned and practice would make him perfect. After studying the Nine Yin Remnants, the old naughty boy began to instill Lu Guzhan's "innate skills" intentionally or unintentionally.
This skill was a regret for him. When he saw Lu Guzhan, he could not let this regret continue. He must let his senior brother's skills reappear in the world.
However, Lu Guzhan didn't know that what he was learning now was Wang Chongyang's unique skill, "Xiantian Kung". Since the old naughty boy didn't explain it clearly, Lu Guzhan could only follow the old naughty boy to practice it.
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
With the support of Kublai Khan, Nashi Villa has become the largest villa in this area. The villa is majestic and can accommodate more than 5,000 people at the same time.
At this time, many evil heretics in the Central Plains have moved into the villa. The person in charge on the surface has been replaced by Huo Du, who escaped from Xiangyang City at some time. Behind the scenes is the Jinlun Dharma King who controls the overall situation. He only has a very high status. He will only come forward when someone is present, and usually he sits in meditation to prepare for the upcoming Dongzhang in the best condition.
North of the Yellow River.
A carriage was driving leisurely on the official road. The person driving the carriage was a young man with a black face. He had a sword in his hand and was looking ahead dully.
"A Gang, where are we?!"
After a while, a call like an oriole came from the carriage.
"Fan Chuan."
The person who answered her was not a black-faced young man, but a young man lying on the roof of the carriage. There was a ferocious red mark on his left forehead, and a few strands of his tied up long hair floated over his forehead from time to time. In front of him, he was holding a wine gourd in one hand and staring lazily at the scenery along the way.
"Hehehe, are you ready?"
(End of chapter)
