Liuhe Temple, another Liuhe Temple!
The Jinyi guards thought to themselves that there was a former national teacher there? how to get to
At this time, a whistle came from the woods next to the mountain road. The masked figures seemed to have received some orders, and their moves became more ruthless. A Jinyiwei with a shoulder injury was caught off guard and was beheaded by a masked figure who jumped high.
Immediately there was a flash of blue light.
The masked man had not yet landed on the ground, and the knife flying diagonally made him scream in horror.
He was unavoidable in mid-air, and even though he tried his best to lean back, the blade still cut open his chest.
Although the blood spurted wildly, he didn't die directly after all—the wound wasn't deep enough to kill him.
The masked man staggered back several steps, while Gong Jun was stopped by a figure.
This man wasn't a black hooded mask, but he wore a Zhong Kui mask on his face. He was tall and his fist style was fierce.
As soon as Gong Junfu fought, he sensed the opponent's deep internal strength, and the swordsmanship was resolved as much as possible, and his strength counterattacked. Although Gong Jun was prepared, he still suffered a small loss. The blood in his chest was surging, and his blood vessels were almost reversed.
"Shattering Fu Fist?!" Gong Jun was taken aback.
At first glance, the fierce and domineering style of boxing actually hides the power of darkness.
Gong Jun's body felt like an emergency, and he avoided the next three moves in an instant.
"The mere court eagle dog knows the goods." The man wearing Zhong Kui's mask sneered, his voice hoarse.
Gong Jun's heart sank, because the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake has not disappeared, the master is still hiding in the dark! This person is not at all!
His hand holding the knife was stiff, and cold sweat rolled down.
Although his martial arts are not top-notch in Jianghu, they are not far behind. There are only a dozen people in the world who can defeat him, and most of them have taken advantage of their deep internal skills.
Now there are four people on a Dragon Claw Peak
Except for Meng Qi, he was sure that he had never seen the remaining three people, and he had no idea where they came from! While Gong Jun was fighting with the masked man desperately, he looked around from the corner of his eyes, lest the man hiding in the dark would suddenly take action.
Is it the ancestor of Qingwu
Is there any other master like this mask-wearing Fu Fu Fist around Qingwu Patriarch? How many masters are still hiding in the dark
"Tongzhi..."
"Let you go!"
During the conversation, another Jin Yiwei's arm was broken at the elbow, and the pain was unstoppable. Fortunately, the colleagues around him grabbed it quickly, so that he didn't let him fall directly and be hacked to death.
They were frightened and angry. They had been Jin Yiwei for so long, and they had never encountered hard ideas, but most people would not want to fight with the government, let alone kill Jin Yiwei, unless they wanted to rebel.
"Tongzhi, the brothers here are holding on, go back and report! There may be a major incident in the capital!"
"Shut up! Can I get away?" Gong Jun cursed.
In fact, Gong Jun is not sure whether he can walk or not, it depends on how many masters are still in ambush in the dark.
Gong Jun didn't want to try, so he simply didn't consider this possibility.
The man wearing Zhong Kui's mask snorted and said sullenly, "You know current affairs, why don't you put down your weapons and surrender directly?"
Gong Jun took out the knife faster and faster, in a desperate posture.
His knives are bizarre and often unexpected. Although the masked man has high martial arts, he is indeed dragged by him.
Jinyiwei retreated in a hurry and ran to Liuhe Temple.
A masked man quietly entered the nearby woods and came to an old man in a Taoist robe.
"Ancestor?"
"Well, stop chasing."
The old man waved his whisk at will, his hair was silver and white, and the outside of the robe was covered with a silver gauze as thin as cicada wings, with golden sun, moon, stars, and flying cranes and auspicious clouds pierced on it.
Behind the old man was a man who also wore a Zhong Kui mask, but his stature was slightly shorter, and his back looked more like a woman.
"Eldest brother was held back by the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei." The woman said softly, her tone seemed concerned, but the timing of her speech was more like putting eye drops in front of the old man.
"You only see these?" the old man reprimanded.
The woman was startled and did not dare to make a sound.
The old man used the dense forest as a shield, stood behind a tree and watched the fighting on the mountain road outside, as if savoring something, and after a long time he said with a sense of disappointment: "Good swordsmanship, the bamboo swordsman is well-deserved! Even if there is a lack of internal strength. , Just relying on this sword technique, you can become one of the most outstanding people in the world. A hundred years ago, and a hundred years later, I am afraid that you will not be able to find such a genius, what a pity!"
The woman stepped forward cautiously and said: "This deputy commander of the palace, the disciple has already checked it. Although he looks like a loyal and dedicated man on the surface, he is not Lu Zhang's confidant, and he is good at deceiving the top and the bottom. Money. A court eagle like this, no matter how high the martial arts are, they are only the generation of the scorpion, what's the pity?"
"What do you know?" The old man frowned and asked while stroking his beard, "Have you found out the whereabouts of the abbot of Hengchang Temple, Master Mei of the Tianshan School, and the elders of those sects?"
"... Master, calm down!"
The woman hurriedly knelt down, not daring to look up.
The old man said to himself: "It seems that they really went back."
The woman was covered by the mask so that only a pair of eyes showed on her face, she rolled her eyes for a while, and whispered: "According to the news, they have already suspected Master, and they are clever, thinking that the matter is related to the Chuan Guoyu Seal, so there is... Yes The rumors of the former state teacher Meng Qi."
As he spoke, he repeated the conversation between Young Master Jinfeng and the abbot of Hengchang Temple that day.
She spoke in such detail as if it were there that day.
When the old man heard the words of Meng Qi fetching the national jade seal in the Qingjiang River, and then possibly unpacking the jade seal, his brows became tighter and darker, his face was clouded, and the female disciple stopped in fright.
"...Master? What we are going to do has nothing to do with Yuxi, right? Why are you so angry?"
"The person who broke the game is very clever!" The old man stroked his beard and sighed, and said with a bad expression, "Aren't those sect masters shrinking back in fright? Xiao Liuer, without an important role, the show will not be good. Sing."
The female disciple asked suspiciously: "No way, the former national teacher, a person who has long since passed away, even if he is taken out and said, what can he do—"
"Ancient? I don't think so."
The old man ignored the woman, and instead used voice transmission to urge the big apprentice outside.
"Quickly catch someone."
The masked man who was fighting against Gong Jun gave a wicked laugh, and Gong Jun immediately felt the pressure on his face doubled.
Shattering Fu Fist, as the name suggests, is a boxing technique that leaves no room for anything. It has the same hidden dangers as the secret seven wounds boxing passed down by Jianghu a long time ago. Those who learn this boxing method often have not been able to hurt the enemy, but hurt themselves first. Only those with deep internal strength can avoid hidden dangers. In this way, unless the sky is a talented person, or no matter what, one has to have a small internal strength, and can only practice after the age of 30.
Gong Jun originally thought that there were no people who practiced this way of boxing in Jianghu, but today he bumped into a master who had practiced Shain Fu Boxing to the tenth-level realm, just restraining his own swordsmanship.
The fierce boxing opened and closed, and under the shroud of the fist, all the tricks were suppressed. What was more troublesome was the dark energy in the boxing. If you are not careful, you will be injured. As long as you are injured, you will be injured.
Gong Jun didn't dare to let these dark energy touch his body at all, and the sword stance was naturally affected.
The whole piece of cyan knife light on the mountain road looks like Gong Jun has the upper hand, but in fact he is desperately trying to fill the gap, turning what could have been done with one knife into five knives and ten knives to use, and this is worthy of stopping him. Guy in mask.
This style of play cannot last, because Gong Jun's internal strength is insufficient.
When he saw that his subordinates were gone, he began to fight and retreat.
As a result, the opponent seemed to see the purpose, and suddenly stepped up the offensive, forcing Gong Jun to use only one part of the force he had reserved. Break out of the quagmire.
"Your majesty's sword-dancing skills can be called a must. If you perform in Washe Goulan, you will definitely get a lot of rewards."
Gong Jun turned a deaf ear to the humiliating words of the masked man. He now felt that the poisonous snake was about to swim out, as if he was going to swallow him as prey.
At the critical moment, Gong Jun ruthlessly threw the scabbard and flew up the mountain road.
The scabbard unexpectedly broke, turning into dozens of fragments and lashing out.
The masked man avoided it, and it was too late to chase after him. Gong Jun couldn't even see his shadow.
"The disciple is incompetent." The masked man hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty when he saw the old man in Taoist robe walking out of the woods.
"I can't blame you, this deputy commander's Qing Gong is far higher than I thought." The old man sighed.
He was dressed in a Taoist spirit, standing among the masked men in black on one knee, looking extremely out of place.
"There are talents in the Jianghu generation. Even if they are not in time, it would be a pity to die. Forget it, he is so eager to return to Liuhe Temple. He thinks that he believes that someone in Liuhe Temple can deal with it. What's going on?"
"Report! News from Liuhe Temple."
A masked man in black was holding a pigeon in his hand, and the pigeon had a small bamboo tube on its leg.
The old man took out a note from the tube and slowly unfolded it.
- Jin Yiwei found a treasure.
It was followed by the second pigeon, with the words "Jinyiwei retreats suddenly".
There are also two symbols on the note, which others cannot understand, but they are actually code words.
"It's all rubbish! First, third... and where did the pigeon that spread the news go?" the old man asked coldly.
The masked man in black buried his head, not daring to say a word.
The bamboo tube that the pigeon can carry is not that big, and the note is of course not that big. The number of words that can be written is limited, and it often needs to be divided into several paragraphs.
At this time, there was a cool breeze on the pagoda of Liuhe Temple.
Mo Li looked at Meng Qi who was returning and found that he did not have the so-called monkey wine in his hand, but a pigeon.
The pigeon fluttered desperately, but Meng Qi gently pulled its wing roots, and the pigeon didn't dare to move.
"There is indeed the eyeliner of the ancestor of Qingwu in the temple." Meng Qi threw the bamboo pipe in the corner of the top floor of the pagoda.
Mo Li asked, "What did you write?"
"Mysterious Langzhong, former national teacher." Meng Qi raised the note in his hand and said to himself, "It sounds like me and the doctor have become one person."
Mo Li instinctively felt that his tone was weird, but he couldn't make a mistake, so he thought he was over-hearted.
The person who sent the letter heard Jin Yiwei shouting the name "Meng Qi" and ran away, but he didn't know who Meng Qi was or what two words it was, so he only wrote the former national teacher.
"He released three pigeons, and I only kept this one. Come here, pay tribute to the soldiers first, and send a greeting to the ancestor of Qingwu."
Meng Qi found the pen and ink from the luggage, cut out a small piece of paper, and wrote the word "Meng Qi" in a smart manner.
The handwriting is clear, the brush is sharp, and it is carried with iron bones, and there is a vague aura of giving up on me.
Mo Li was influenced by Qin Lu, so he was able to write well. Now that he read it, he couldn't help but praise it.
Meng Qi didn't show his face, but he rolled up the note triumphantly, stuffed it into the bamboo tube, and let the pigeon out.
As a result, the pigeon fell straight down to the tower.
The two were taken aback and quickly stretched out their heads to look at it, and the ink carp almost jumped down to catch it.
Fortunately, after the pigeon fell stiffly from the two-story tower, it flew up crookedly, and then fluttered its wings in a panic and flew down the mountain.
"It seems that this pigeon is rather stupid and can't fly?" Meng Qi coughed dryly.
Mo Li silently glanced at Meng Guoshi, who almost scared the pigeon to death.
"Okay, I'll follow along and have a look."
"No, doctor, it's me!"
Before the two had time to chase the pigeons, they suddenly stopped and looked at the Liuhe Temple Mountain Road shaded by trees.
There was a figure shaking over there, and the wind sent a faint smell of blood.
The author has something to say:
Zhong Kui's Mask No. 1: Disciple is incompetent
Zhong Kui's Mask No. 2: Disciples don't understand
The Masked Man in Black: Lost a Dove
Qingwu Patriarch: It's all trash!
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Meng Qi: Pigeons are stupid, they are all pigeons, it has nothing to do with me