One, two, three, four... more and more students disappeared, and Mr. Ji, who was still in a coma, was also transferred away. The only ones left behind were Kuang Jijiu, Mo Qianji and Yin Wen.
I almost forgot, there is also King Youxian.
"What do you mean?" King Youxian was puzzled. The saint came after Kuang Jijiu opened his mouth. In other words, the saint respected Kuang Jijiu's wishes and helped him transfer all the students away.
But it was rare for Kuang Jijiu to ask a saint to take action, so why did Kuang Jijiu leave him alone?
"Back then, in front of Xuangui Pavilion, Mo Jijiu and I failed to catch you." Kuang Jijiu opened the corner of his robe and handed the short stick on his waist to Mo Qianji: "Welcome back, Mo Jijiu Wine. Don’t let this person who is wandering outside the academy escape again this time!"
"Definitely not." Mo Qianji took the short stick and spliced it together with the one in his hand. "Kang Jijiu, please be more careful when looking for something next time. I have been looking for this half for a long time. My feelings are in your hands!"
"Haha!" They were fighting side by side again, and Kuang Jijiu couldn't hide his inner joy. "Master Yin, this thief is quite powerful. I invite you in the name of the academy to defeat King Youxian together!"
"Extremely happy!"
The three of them looked at each other, smiled, and took action together.
"Come on." Even though he faced three masters and was intimidated by the saint just now, King Youxian showed no fear and waved his short sword against Qian Ji Zhu.
"Pong!"
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"Is this really a wooden sword of yours?" Zuo Hou rubbed his slightly numb shoulders and squinted at the wooden sword that could not be broken no matter how hard it was chopped.
"It's genuine! Made entirely by hand! Made entirely of wood!" Lao Mumu promoted the wooden knife in his hand.
"Give me a thousand! You pay the price!" Complete wood? Zuo Hou didn't believe in this evil.
"You old man is really a lion!" Old Mumu exhaled upwards, his eyebrows fluttering slightly. "My whole old workshop has been working hard for so many years to make a wooden knife like this. You still want a thousand more?"
"It seems that your old workshop is not very good either." Zuo Hou sarcastically said, "It might as well be - not good..." A wave of sleepiness hit him, and the scenery in Zuo Hou's eyes was dazed for a moment, but he immediately turned violently Shaking his head twice, he regained consciousness.
"Master Zhuang! Is this all you have the ability to do?" Zuo Hou turned around and slashed at Master Zhuang who was hiding aside.
The knife penetrated Zhuang Zhenren's body, but there was no reaction on Zhuang Zhenren's face.
"I don't have much ability, but I can still fool you." In a blink of an eye, Master Zhuang stood next to Lao Mu. "At least it delayed you, an old man, for a long time."
While Kuang Jijiu and Lao Mumu were still on their way, Zuo Hou had already arrived. Just when King You Xian was about to rise, Master Zhuang arrived first and restrained Zuo Hou. As for King Youxian, Yin Wen, who had been lurking nearby for a long time, and Mo Qianji, who arrived later, were involved.
In this way, the two sides cooperated with each other, and waited until two well-fed and drunk helpers came over.
"Master Zhuang, thank you very much. But leave it to me next." Lao Mumu pointed at the mountain.
"Okay!" Seeing that he couldn't help him much, Master Zhuang ran up the mountain.
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"Ugh!" Mo Qianji was in a hurry and couldn't block it. He took the knife and took a few steps back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Mo Jijiu!" Yin Wen rushed over and supported Mo Qianji.
"It's just a little internal injury, it's okay. Go help Lao Kuang!" Mo Qianji stood up holding Qianji Zhu and drove Yin Wen back.
Without the threat of Mo Qianji's stick, King Youxian's short sword was more flexible. If Yin Wen hadn't returned in time, Kuang Jijiu would have had a few more holes in his body.
Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu did not bring weapons and could only rely on their hands. King Youxian also had a short sword in his hand. Therefore, Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu not only had to avoid King Youxian's dagger, but also found opportunities to fight back.
Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu tried their best to avoid a head-on confrontation with King Youxian. They shuttled between trees and boulders, looking for the right moment to take action. Yin Wen's sharp eyes noticed that the short knife in King You Xian's hand flashed a cold light in the sun, reminding Kuang Jijiu to pay attention.
Kuang Jijiu dodged while looking for the weakness of King Youxian. He noticed that King Youxian raised his right shoulder slightly when attacking, so he decided to seize this opportunity. Just when King Youxian stabbed him with his short knife again, Kuang Jijiu suddenly lowered his body forward and quickly grabbed King Youxian's right leg. King Youxian fell to the ground in pain and dropped his dagger.
When Yin Wen saw this, he immediately rushed to grab the dagger. However, King Youxian did not give up. He gritted his teeth, used all his strength to break free from Yin Wen's restraints, rolled to the side and picked up the dagger. Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu immediately retreated and kept their distance from King Youxian.
At this time, a sudden change occurred! A flying knife flew at lightning speed and stabbed Youxian Wang directly in the chest. King Youxian, on the other hand, showed great flexibility at this critical moment of life and death, bowed his body back, and the flying knife flew out after grazing King Youxian's chest.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen. Two more flying knives followed the same pattern as the previous one and plunged into King Youxian's knees on both sides. King Youxian couldn't bear it and screamed. His whole body was about to fall down, and there were flaws all over his body.
good chance! Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu looked at each other and launched attacks at the same time. They approached the wise king from the left and right sides, and their speed was as fast as lightning. Although King Youxian was highly skilled in martial arts, he was seriously injured and could not react for a while.
With a "click" sound, King Youxian's short sword was released from his hand, and his whole body was sent flying. Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu immediately chased after them and kicked the dagger aside to prevent King Youxian from picking it up again. King Youxian fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Yin Wen and Kuang Jijiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. They successfully subdued King Youxian.
"Uh, um..." Several people looked up and saw that it was Master Zhuang.
"Did I come a little too late?"
"It seems so." Mo Qianji stood up and took back the missing flying knife. As for the two sticks inserted into the legs of Right Xian Wang, they did not move at all.
"But it's probably not too late." Yin Wen said, "This King You Xian is not weak. Even though his legs are disabled, if he breaks out, he cannot be underestimated."
"Leave it to me." Zhuang Zhenren came closer, "Then let him sleep."
As the illusion of the Tao activated, King Youxian's wails became smaller and smaller, and were gradually replaced by snores. But I don’t know if it was because it was really painful, but the man frowned even when he fell asleep.
"It's done!" Zhuang Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay. I still have internal injuries on my body. If I use more force, it will be difficult to say."
"Finally we caught such a big guy." Yin Wen looked at the three people in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.
"Master Yin, what are you laughing at?" Kuang Jijiu asked.
"Speaking of Master Zhuang, should I call you Master Zhuang? Or should I call you Master Zhuang Jijiu?"
"Sacrifice...offer wine?" Zhuang Zhenren looked at Mo Qianji and Kuang offering wine in front of him, and a nightmare memory of being forced into the palace by his own disciples flooded into his mind.
Kuang and Mo stared at Master Zhuang and fell into deep thought.
yes! Can the person in front of me be called the "Fugitive Jijiu"? Logically speaking, are they all the academy priests appointed by Chun Dajijiu? Wouldn't it be inappropriate to treat him as an outsider? Thinking of this, Kuang and Mo began to look at Master Zhuang strangely.
Master Zhuang saw the two real priests looking at him with such strange eyes, and quickly expressed his position: "Don't think about it. I...I don't want to be a priest! The gang in my own nest are all wrong. Well, what if I go to the Academy?"
"I admit this!" Yin Wen quietly went to the Southeast Taoist Temple and was the most qualified to speak. "There are only a few decent disciples in his Taoist temple."
"Isn't it! Huh? Master Yin, have you been to my Taoist temple?" Master Zhuang suddenly discovered something.
"Not only have I been there, the dogs are all inside."
"Young Master...Yin...can't be that stinky boy Yin Yi!" Zhuang Zhenren felt that he had grasped the truth, and even scolded Yin Yi in front of the other party's father without even wrapping it up.
"Exactly. It seems to have caused a lot of trouble for Zhuang Guanzhu! It's a sin!" Yin Wen finally agreed with Zhuang Guanzhu's statement in his heart. After all, how can anyone be assigned to sharpen their character and end up staying in one place for months without moving?
"Huh? In that case, isn't this Taoist Yin's teacher?" Master Zhuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at Yin Wen expectantly.
Yin Wen didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "It's a wise man."
As soon as these words came out, not only Zhuang Zhenren was excited, but Kuang Jijiu and Mo Jijiu also expressed their envy.
"Ha!" A loud shout interrupted the conversation.
"Did Lao Mumu win?" Kuang Jijiu asked.
"I don't know, I'll go take a look." Mo Qianji walked forward slowly, leaning on his stick.
"Be careful!" Kuang Jijiu supported Mo Qianji and slowly walked down. Yin Wenze and Zhuang Zhenren stared at a certain hostage together.
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"I can't beat you today and I'll call you grandson!" Lao Mu scolded.
"roll!"
Lao Mumu has a wooden sword in one hand, which is flexible and coordinated; Zuo Hou has a long sword in one hand, which is strong and powerful. The two of them fought like a tiger with wings, extremely fierce.
On the flat ground, Lao Mumu and Zuo Hou were going back and forth with each other, the flash of swords and the shadow of swords. The fierce confrontation triggered a visual feast that made Kuang and Mo who were looking down from above marvel. Their figures shuttled in the sunlight, and their blades cut through the air, making an ear-piercing scream. The audience widened their eyes and watched this peak showdown nervously.
The wooden sword made of old wood is like a swimming dragon, sometimes cutting, sometimes defending, flexible and changeable. His face was lined with wrinkles, his eyes were firm, and every movement seemed calm and unhurried. Zuo Hou, on the other hand, had a brave posture, his long sword danced like a violent storm, with both strength and speed, he was unstoppable.
Suddenly, Zuo Hou's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of the gap in Lao Mumu's defense to swing his long knife to hit the opponent's vitals. Lao Mumu hurriedly avoided, but was pursued by Zuo Hou. At this critical moment, Lao Mumu suddenly had an idea, used his craftsmanship, aimed at Zuo Hou's blade, jumped suddenly, and successfully avoided the fatal blow.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and the duel between the two became more intense. The two spectators held their breath for fear of missing any wonderful moment. Lao Mumu and Zuo Hou seemed to be in madness, fighting for each other and fighting hard.
"Bang!" Lao Mumu was not a professional in fighting after all, and his advantages in fighting Zuo Hou were getting less and less. After all, it was Mo Qianji who took action and ended the fight.
The flying knife was inserted into the mud between the two people, separating the two people who were still fighting just now.
