After going around the mountain for a week, the swordsman seemed to be in a panic and plunged into the dense forest.
Outside the forest is not a complicated mountain road, but a flat field.
If you look closely, you can see a familiar house in the far distance, which is the wild shop where you bought needles and thread last night.
Monk Yuanzhi didn't think much about it, he just wanted to arrest people.
On the other hand, Meng Qi frowned and said in a low voice, "No."
He didn't need to say everything, Mo Li knew what he was referring to.
The swordsman's movements were too flustered and too embarrassed. At this moment, his trousers were half torn. If a face towel could count as clothes, he barely wore two.
This did not match the impression the swordsman had given them when they appeared.
Although it can't be called unruly and untamed, there is also a bit of pride in his bones. This kind of temperament belonging to a master cannot be worn away so quickly. Even if you are frustrated for a while and pursued relentlessly, after all, you are outnumbered, and even if you are eager to escape, how can you not even tell the way
After running around in a circle, he also specifically went around to his subordinates
The two suddenly realized that the swordsman did not turn back for no reason.
It is very likely that the tattered clothes are to cover up, and the swordsman has threw the things in his arms to the Piaoping Pavilion killer.
That's surprising.
What kind of thing is it? This group of Piaopingge killers appeared originally for the account books of Sijiamipu. It stands to reason that they have nothing important on them. What is important should be what they are after. Why is it suddenly turned upside down
The possession of spirit medicine is a joke, and it should not be taken seriously. Even if it was a panacea, it wouldn't be worth it.
Meng Qi didn't guess what it was, but it didn't prevent him from making a decisive decision.
"Seventy miles ahead, it's Run County..."
Time was waiting for no one, so Meng Qi had to turn back immediately.
Mo Li said knowingly: "Tomorrow I will wait for you at the largest medicinal herb shop in the city."
After saying that, the two separated, one continued to chase the monk Yuanzhi and the swordsman, and the other rushed back to Ershan in the west.
There was no discussion about who should continue to chase and who should turn back, so they separated naturally.
—Meng Qi thought that there was Yuanzhi here, and it was safer. Mo Li thought that the situation over there might be more complicated. Meng Qi had more experience and knowledge, and he could also find out the truth based on clues, so he might not be complete.
There were no accidents in the next journey, there were no ambushes, and the swordsman ran smoothly.
Monk Yuanzhi fell behind the swordsman with a sigh of relief. Originally, he was confident and thought that sooner or later he would be able to catch the killer. After all, he was full of energy, but the swordsman was injured, but every time he was about to catch up, the swordsman changed his body and ran out a few feet away.
After a while, Mo Li saw that this was a secret technique of light energy, which could be used to escape in an emergency.
It is not uncommon for the Piaoping Pavilion killer to have such skills.
However, secrets such as secret methods often have to pay a price.
For example, after using the secret method, the internal strength suddenly increases greatly, and it can only maintain a stick of incense. After the time has passed, it is either death or injury. If you are lucky enough to survive, you will not even want to get up from the bed for three or five years.
The consequences of secret techniques such as Qinggong are not so overbearing, and they will not cause people to fall to the ground immediately, but they also damage muscles and bones and consume vitality, which directly affects life expectancy.
Seeing the swordsman use it again and again, the ink carp is extremely unhappy.
This swordsman had never known him, and he was a blood-stained killer. Mo Li didn't care about the life and death of the swordsman. But as a doctor, the swordsman tried to find death again and again right in front of his eyes. This way of not cherishing his own life angered Mo Li.
"Master Yuanzhi."
The sound transmission entered the secret, and Monk Yuanzhi's ears moved.
Mo Li continued: "It's not the way to chase like this. I think this swordsman is exhausted alive and unwilling to be captured, and the trapped beast is still struggling to resist."
The monk Yuanzhi whispered the Buddha name.
He is a monk, and he is not competitive, let alone resenting the swordsman who tried to kill himself twice and three times. After arresting people and handing them over to Fengxing Pavilion, in addition to repaying the debt, the more important thing is what the Lord of Qiu Pavilion said. Piaoping Pavilion, a mysterious killer organization, is somewhat unclear about the Holy Lotus Altar.
The Holy Lotus Altar is the confidant of Xuanchuanguan soldiers and horses. If it can be disintegrated and attacked, it would be best.
Out of this thought, Monk Yuanzhi didn't intend to kill the swordsman, but just wanted to catch him.
It's a pity that the other party is too slippery, and it often leaks out from between his fingers.
Running and running, Yuan Zhi felt that the front was not a person, but a fish.
Or tasteless.
It is a pity to abandon it.
Just when he was feeling troubled, monk Yuanzhi suddenly heard Mo Li's voice transmission.
"Amitabha, what does the benefactor mean?"
"If you and I pretended to be weak, slowed down a little bit, and wouldn't be left behind by him. He used the secret technique, and now it looks like it's exhausted without facts. If you get a chance to breathe, how can you be unhappy in your heart? reason?"
Show weakness first, then trouble.
Monk Yuanzhi understood at one point, and continued to say goodbye.
Although monks don't lie, they don't need to speak to the swordsman. The old monk kept the precepts, but he was not pedantic.
Mo Li was ready to raise his Yuanzhi, just because it was not easy for others to see the flaws, and no one on the sidelines could see clearly.
Guess Yuanzhi is very thoughtful, he just slowed down a little bit patiently, and when the swordsman realized that the pursuit behind him was no longer urgent, dozens of miles had passed.
The surrounding is no longer wild, but villages and wheat fields.
To the busy peasants under the scorching sun, they are like a gust of gust of wind rolling up on the ground, which is not only abrupt but also strange.
The dust fascinated people's eyes and made people cough.
When this "demon wind" passed, the sturdy wheat straw was covered with a layer of dust and fine grit. What exactly was in the past just now, but no one could see clearly.
The daring people looked at each other in dismay, while the timid ones turned pale, dropped the farm tools and ran home.
No wonder they were panicking, it was just that the situation was too much like a monster that was passed down by word of mouth in the countryside. When a strange wind blew, the baby in the family disappeared. Those monsters love to eat boys and girls, even Hu Daxian'er Huang Daxian'er makes trouble, and also loves to stare at the scourge of the little baby in the family.
Mo Li didn't distinguish the faint screams, he was worried that the swordsmen would rush into the village and town.
Not chasing lost, but accidentally hurting people.
Fortunately, the swordsman wanted to mix his internal breaths to ease the injury, and he had to save up his strength to get rid of the people behind him in the last attempt, and he had no energy to walk through the streets and fight with the two ink carps. He is falling into the trap of the ink carp step by step.
The swordsman had no doubts, because after chasing him for so long with no results, no one could avoid being discouraged, and even more doubtful about whether he could catch someone. After hesitating in his heart, catching up with Kong'er, who has exhausted his strength and has yet to produce, is it slow
Just as Mo Li expected, the swordsman did not take the opportunity to escape with a secret technique, but properly maintained a leading position.
Monk Yuanzhi was very puzzled, but Mo Li signaled for him to slow down after running two miles.
"Donor, this—"
"Master does what he does, he won't run away for the time being."
The next thing is as Mo Li said, Yuanzhi thought hard, and finally had to substitute himself into the chased swordsman, and then suddenly realized.
The swordsman knew in his heart that the two behind him were just out of strength for a while, not really losing the ability to kill him. If at this time the swordsman rises up and goes straight, and the people chasing behind are stimulated, but they will fight hard and pursue it, then it will not be worth the loss.
It's better to take it slowly, accumulate strength first, seize the opportunity, and then speed up and run wildly. The people behind him were caught off guard, and when they saw that they couldn't catch up, they naturally gave up.
Mo Li and Monk Yuanzhi are showing their weakness, and so are the swordsmen.
After figuring out the joints here, Yuan Zhi's light forehead oozes sweat.
- Both sides have their own calculations, and a little carelessness means they lose the whole game.
The key point of this game is to focus on "unpreparedness", and my side has taken the lead.
Although the advantage is in oneself, but when will the swordsman burst out, and what way will he get out of it, he is completely blind. So there is no 100% certainty at all.
While Yuan Zhi was worried, he sighed that Jianghu people's tactics were like marching and forming an army, and the decision was coming.
"Grandmaster."
There is a sound transmission in the ear.
Yuan Zhi immediately regained his senses, took a deep breath, and swung the wooden stick to the swordsman's knee.
The swordsman was startled. At first, he didn't understand why the old monk suddenly came to the front. When he was dodging, he felt a sharp and sharp wind. He fixed his eyes and saw Mo Li's bladeless blade coming straight at the door. The swordsman rolled on the spot. Understand that you are in the game.
However, his mind reacted, but his body couldn't keep up with the sudden acceleration.
Mo Li also deliberately used quick moves, and left before the blade fell.
For a moment, the sword wind was full of energy, and the sound of peeling, peeling, and peeling was heard constantly, and the rocks and trees that were affected and flew became obstacles.
"… "
The knifeman was hit in the face by a piece of bark, and at the same time, he was inevitably hit in the back by a gravel.
At the end, the old monk swept his stick and wanted to break the swordsman's leg.
The internal injury and the sequelae of excessive wear and tear broke out together, and the swordsman finally revealed his flaws when he blocked.
"thump."
The swordsman fell to his left knee.
Mo Li took a step back and watched the old monk roll around in a small circle with his wooden stick, smashing his head like a vengeful king.
When he finally stopped, the swordsman's body was covered with grass and leaves, and his clothes were not covering his body.
"Cough, Master is waiting for me."
Mo Li motioned for monk Yuanzhi to stop, and then shot like electricity.
Not acupuncture, but unloading the joints of the swordsman's arms and legs.
- Dislocated limbs can no longer run.
Then he stretched out his hand and tore off the mask that the swordsman had fastened to his face, and removed his chin to prevent him from committing suicide.
Mo Li's movements were so fast that he couldn't see the swordsman's face until it was resolved.
It is also covered with scars, like a ghost.
Most of them are cuts from sharp objects, and some are burns.
Mo Li's hand stopped for a while.
Before seeing the swordsman's back and many scars on his hands, Mo Li didn't think much about it. He has treated many Jianghu people in Yongzhou, and he knows that people who have been in Jianghu for a long time are like this. Ordinary people come and go in the wind and rain. .
The more skilled you are, the more you can toss, such as inserting your hands into the hot iron sand, practicing your movements in the rain of arrows fired by the organs, and practicing swords under a waterfall. It's natural to be a master when you practice it, and there are people who can't get it right. What are scars and scars
But this kind of scalded scar is very strange.
The face is fine, the neck and chest are the most.
Mo Li felt that it was wrong, and then looked at the scars on the swordsman's body, and found that in addition to those common in Jianghu people, there were also narrow, long and thin scars, which were obviously caused by others. These scars have been around for a long time, layer upon layer, and it is no longer clear what the swordsman originally looked like.
Monk Yuanzhi didn't expect it, so he lowered his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.
The swordsman let out a dull laugh from his throat. He saw a lot of horror, fear, and pity when others saw him.
Mo Li stopped on the action of pinching the swordsman's chin, half holding the person in a daze, and suddenly heard the swordsman laugh, thinking that the man's voice was hoarse when he spoke before, it is probably not natural.
Glancing at the swordsman's open mouth, he didn't find the poison sac, and Mo Li closed his jaw joint directly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will bite my tongue and kill myself?"
The swordsman instinctively broke away and asked suspiciously.
"You didn't die before, and you won't die now." Mo Li picked up the swordsman's right hand again, put three fingers on his wrist, and asked intermittently, "Your throat was injured when you were a teenager? How did it hurt? It's boiling water. Drugs? Or procrastination after hoarseness?"
"… "
The swordsman was at a loss, and monk Yuanzhi stood beside him chanting sutras.
Mo Li focused on the pulse diagnosis and continued: "You are deficient in both qi and blood, and you all rely on a spirit in your heart... vitality support, this qi does not belong to you, but it does not spread out, it is very strange. The kidney veins fail, and the internal breath goes through the meridians. …”
"shut up!"
The swordsman suddenly shouted, his eyes fierce.
Mo Li realized the problem at the same time, he fixedly looked at the swordsman for a while, and changed his mind to ask what he said before.
"Scars don't have any medicine for muscle growth and blood circulation, but the throat can be cured. For the price of two muslin garments, do you need a prescription?"
The author has something to say: Swordsman: You are sick! What the hell is it, after catching up with someone, pressing down and forcing a pulse diagnosis and forcing them to pay