"Since senior said so, then I will go to Yunshuo." Dong Ningyang glanced at Zhu Li. Although there was some reluctance in his eyes, it was not so strong anymore.
"Well, good bye. I won't see you off." Ji Zhuzi waved his hand impatiently, signaling the other party to get out.
Dong Ningyang bowed and thanked him again, then turned and left, with no intention of staying any longer.
Ji Zhuzi turned around and looked at Zhou Chenghui. In fact, knowing that Ji Zhuzi came for Zhu Li, Zhou Chenghui wanted to slip away, but in front of such a great master, he knew he could not escape, so he had to stand there obediently and wait for his fate.
Ji Zhuzi was even less friendly towards Zhou Chenghui, but the old Taoist seemed to have some reservations. Although his face was gloomy, he did not mean to harm Zhou Chenghui's life. Instead, he said coldly, "The Shen Ce Army is the imperial guards of the Northern Yamen. As an imperial guard, you should serve the country and the people, and guard the capital, instead of being a lackey of eunuchs. I don't know whose descendant you are, but you are lucky today. I don't intend to kill you. Go away, and I hope you will take care of yourself."
Zhou Chenghui's face was gloomy. Although the other party was rude, he could only let it go. He turned around and left without saying a word, without even a word of rebuttal.
It was only at this time that Ji Zhuzi turned around and looked at Zhu Li, saying apologetically, "Envoy Zhu, I am very sorry. I was entrusted by an old friend to help you resolve the crisis, but now it seems that my appearance has saved them instead."
Zhu Li secretly curled his lips, this damn old Taoist priest, he only realized now that if it weren't for the appearance of this old Taoist priest, with the skills of the witch Jiaer, she would definitely not be his opponent.
Because of the Shan Hai Jing, Zhu Li was neither poisoned nor poisoned. Moreover, the witch Jiaer seemed to be overconfident at the time. She kept chattering and was extremely excited, which gave him the opportunity to recover a lot of internal energy.
If the old Taoist priest had not intervened, Zhu Li would have been able to get rid of the little witch. As long as the witch was dead, Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui who were poisoned would be at Zhu Li's mercy.
The sudden appearance of this old Taoist completely disrupted Zhu Li's secret plan, and he did feel some resentment in his heart.
However, this old Taoist priest was no ordinary person, and he showed up here for his own sake. Although Zhu Li was dissatisfied, he had to accept the favor. After all, the other party was entrusted by others, and he acted consistently, which showed sincerity.
Hearing this, he bowed and said, "Senior, you are too polite. I would like to thank you for your help."
"Hahaha" Ji Zhuzi laughed loudly when he heard that, and picked up the jade bottle that Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui had placed on the ground after they left. Inside was the antidote pills left by the witch, and there were still quite a few left.
Then he continued, "Even though the envoy didn't say it, he must be dissatisfied with me in his heart. Although I didn't arrive in time to help you, I asked the girl for the antidote pills not for Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui."
Zhu Li was puzzled when he heard this. If it wasn't for Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui, then could it be for him, Zhu Li? He had not been poisoned or bewitched.
Ji Zhuzi looked at Zhu Li strangely. Of course he could see that there was nothing wrong with the other party. Although this situation made him very puzzled, he did not ask any questions. Everyone has secrets, and he was not the kind of person who would ask questions.
He smiled at Zhu Li, said nothing, turned around and walked towards Jiangdu. Zhu Li was
Confused, he hurried to catch up, as if he had thought of something, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
After walking about a mile, the two came to a place. Zhu Li saw more than ten men in black lying on the ground in all directions, motionless, as if they had been dead for a long time.
Seeing these men in black, Zhu Li's expression darkened, and a feeling of regret suddenly rose in his heart. If he was happy, then he would be happy. Why did he have to walk around? It was really an unprovoked disaster that caused these loyal subordinates to suffer tragic deaths.
A strong feeling of grief and indignation emerged, and it seemed that even the falling snowflakes around Zhu Li could feel it.
These men in black were the ghost warriors under Zhu Li's command. Ji Zhuzi glanced at Zhu Li's bleak and gloomy face and comforted him, "There are thirteen people here in total. They were not originally in one place. The old Taoist gathered them all here. Among these thirteen people, eight were stabbed by knives and swords and have died. However, the other five were just poisoned by Gu. The old Taoist asked for the pills to save them."
Zhu Li heard this, and a hint of gratitude suddenly rose in his eyes. He quickly asked: "Senior, what you mean is that there are still five people alive. As long as they take the antidote, they can wake up?"
Ji Zhuzi looked at him with a smile, nodded, and then walked towards the ghost warriors lying on the ground; these warriors were obviously divided into two groups, one group of eight people and the other group of five people.
Ji Zhuzi took the porcelain bottle and walked towards the group with fewer people. He helped them up one by one, and with the help of Zhu Li, he pried open their mouths one by one and fed them a black pill.
The two of them were not in a hurry and waited patiently for a moment. After about half an hour, one of them slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhu Li at a glance. He shouted as if by reflex: "Envoy, hurry up, there is an assassin!"
The other person had a look of panic on his face, completely ignoring his own safety, and seemed to be focusing all his attention on Zhu Li. Zhu Li's eyes twitched, feeling a little miserable and a little guilty.
He forced a smile, looked at the man with concern, and said to him, "All the assassins are gone. Everything is fine now."
When the ghost warrior heard this, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be lying in the arms of a Taoist priest. He quickly got up and looked around. He saw that the surroundings were silent with only the sound of falling snow. He could not see any other figures at all, so he felt relieved.
Then, the ghost warrior quickly knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and seemed to be very ashamed. He choked and said, "Sir, we are so useless that we didn't even have time to send you a crisis signal. Four or five of us were knocked down in just a moment."
Zhu Li quickly helped him up and blamed himself, "This is not your fault. It's my fault for running out and wandering around for no reason, causing my brothers to suffer this disaster."
Hearing Zhu Li say this, the ghost warrior felt even more ashamed. Which master doesn't have time to vent his emotions? If, for the sake of safety, the people he is protecting don't even have the chance to travel, that would be a shame for the secret guard.
Ji Zhuzi was standing aside, looking at the master and servant with a complicated expression. They did not blame each other, but instead began to review each other. This situation made him quite emotional, and he sighed, "It's not their fault. Both Zhou Chenghui and Dong Ningyang are experts in their own field, and ordinary guards can never deal with them."
"Not to mention the Nanzhao witch, her
It is hard to guard against poison, but fortunately, these people were knocked down by her. If Zhou and Dong had taken action, I am afraid there would be no chance of saving them."
Zhu Li and the ghost warrior who woke up first looked gloomy when they heard this. Who could have expected that although Tian Lingzi, Li Keyong and others no longer encircled and suppressed Zhu Li on a large scale, they changed their strategy and secretly assigned top masters to assassinate him? It was also because he had lived too comfortably during this period of time and lost his due vigilance.
Ji Zhuzi looked at Zhu Li, then looked at the ghost warrior, and continued to sigh: "To be honest, I am ashamed that my old friend trusted me so much, but I didn't have time to stop all this. I am ashamed of my old friend's trust."
"How about this, I have a sword manual here, called 'Seven Killing Sword'. The Seven Killing Sword has seven moves in total, and each move has seven kills, for a total of 49 moves. But it is too violent, so I have never known how to deal with this sword manual. If I burn it, it will be a pity. After all, it is the life's work of a top swordsman. Since the envoy's guards are not strong enough, and the envoy may be assassinated at any time, I will give the sword manual to the envoy, so as to help the envoy improve the strength of his guards."
Zhu Li's eyes lit up when he heard that. He quickly took the sword manual handed over by Ji Zhuzi and said, "Thank you very much, senior. No matter what, senior is willing to go to Huainan for me. I will remember this kindness and will never forget it."
Ji Zhuzi waved his hand nonchalantly, and said earnestly: "I have seen with my own eyes that the envoy has benefited the people, and since my old friend has entrusted me with this, I naturally have to come and visit. Although I am just a country boy, I cannot ignore such a good official as the envoy. After all, I was born by my father and raised by my mother, and my ancestors have all been Han people."
The words "beating the bamboo" were spoken with true feelings and his compassion was fully revealed.
Anyone who has a sense of right and wrong will not forget his roots. If a person who forgets his roots and his nation disappears one day, he will be just a lonely ghost even if he is still alive.
According to legend, there are ten major human races, and the only race that has not become extinct is Homo sapiens, which includes you and me. All other races have become extinct.
A person without an ethnic group, like the Neanderthals of later generations, will have to rely on interbreeding with Homo sapiens in order to survive. If that time really comes, it will be a tragedy for a nation.
The bamboo swordsman came suddenly and left freely, waving his sleeves and leaving only a sword manual.
Zhu Li waited until all five of them woke up. After they buried their comrades' bodies, they returned to the camp. This assassination obviously made Yang Zaixing and others furious, but it was also like knowing a good news.
That is, whether it was the eunuchs or Li Keyong and others, they no longer made a big fuss and went to great lengths to surround and kill Zhu Li. Although they still could not avoid sending experts to assassinate him, it provided a lot of convenience for Zhu Li's return to the north.
The Seven Killings Sword Manual is a book of sword techniques that cultivates both internal and external skills, and is extremely advanced. After Zhu Li read it once, he handed the manual to Jing Ming and asked him to teach it to the ghost warriors under his command as soon as possible.
Although the sword manual advocates that it is best to practice from a young age, if the ghost warriors under Zhu Li can practice continuously, it should not be difficult for them to achieve certain achievements. At least their swordsmanship will not be worse than Dong Ningyang's.
The siege was forced to stop due to heavy snow.
Zhu Li and others had already planned to return to the north, and would take action once they confirmed the death of Lu Yongzhi and Gao Pian.