After the one-armed and the last black-clothed man forced Ying Bufan and Liu Qingyang off the cliff, they heard a noise coming from the mountainside, and they knew that it was the people from the Decepticon Castle and the Southern Martial Arts Alliance at the foot of the mountain who came up, and the one-armed ones didn't care about cleaning the battlefield, and ran directly down the mountain along the other side.

They didn't blend into the crowd as Uncle Ren thought, after all, the clothes of the people in black were still quite conspicuous, and they slid to the foot of the mountain along the rope left in advance halfway up the mountain, and at this time, the people at the foot of the mountain basically went to the top of Mount Tai to watch the excitement, and there were no martial arts people anymore.

"What's your name?" Seeing a safe place, he looked at the last man in black with one arm and asked lightly.

"My subordinate Zhu Zhu has seen a one-armed adult." Zhu Zhu looked at the one-armed man vigilantly and said respectfully.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you now, besides, we're grasshoppers on a rope now, and we'll die if we get caught!" One-armed looked at Zhu Zhu's vigilant appearance, ignored him, and continued to say lightly: "On the way back to Beijing, listen to my arrangement, and make other plans after meeting the Holy Lord!" ”

Zhu Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a more respectful tone: "Subordinates, but it is up to the adults to arrange!" ”

One-Armed nodded and said expressionlessly, "Let's go." ”

Both of them are martial arts masters, and it didn't take long for Taishan to be left behind.

In Fei County, not far from Mount Tai, they found a carriage, hired an old farmer to drive the car, and went all the way to Chang'an.

At this time, Zhu Zhu had already changed out of a black coat, and twisted into a splendid robe, if his demeanor was a little more natural, but he also had the feeling of a rich man in the countryside.

"My lord, why don't we just ride a horse? The car ride is too slow, and my subordinates are really not used to it. Looking at the one-armed man sitting in front of the car with his eyes closed, Zhu Zhu pulled the clothes on his body and asked puzzledly.

"Don't call me Lord again, remember, I'm your guard from now on! Just talk less along the way! "The mask on one-armed face has long been taken off, and he has changed into a strong suit, with a long sword on his back, and a scar on his face is very scary.

"Stop, who are you?" Not far out of the city, the carriage was stopped.

The coachman looked at the group of martial arts people holding swords in front of him, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he honestly stopped the carriage, trembling and shrinking and not daring to speak.

One-armed opened his eyes, looked at the disciple in front of him with the logo of the Southern Martial Arts League embroidered on his clothes and arms, and shot a fine light in his eyes, and said lightly: "My master went to Chang'an to visit his relatives, and I also asked the brothers of the Southern Martial Arts League to make it convenient." ”

The disciple of the Southern Martial Arts League glanced at one-armed cautiously, hugged his fists and said: "Please also ask this strong man to make it convenient, don't embarrass us outer disciples, conduct a routine inspection, if there is any offense, please forgive me." ”

One-armed thought for a while, jumped out of the carriage, gave way to the position, and said lightly: "Please be careful, don't disturb the master." ”

Nan Wulin's disciple gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, only to see that the carriage was empty, and only a rich man from the countryside who seemed to be a nouveau riche was sitting.

The disciple of the Southern Martial Arts League lowered the door curtain and said to the one-armed man with a smile: "I'm offended, I wish you a smooth journey, the green mountains will not change the green water for a long time, and there will be a period in the future!" ”

One-armed nodded, jumped into the carriage, and continued to sit cross-legged.

When the coachman heard this, he trembled and tried to drive the horse forward, but his hands trembled so much that he could not get off the whip.

Nan Wulin's disciple smiled and slapped a few times on the horse's buttocks, and said, "Old man, don't be afraid, we Nan Wulin are just catching the murderer, and we have offended a lot in what happened just now." ”

The coachman watched the carriage continue to move forward, and smiled gratefully at Nan Wulin's disciple.

One-armed also nodded slightly, and said: "It is said that the Southern Martial Arts League is highly disciplined, and it really deserves its reputation when I saw it today!" ”

The disciples of the Southern Martial Arts League all showed a proud look, straightened their chests, and waved their hands at the carriage.

Zhu Zhu looked at the disciples of the Southern Martial Arts League who had been waving at the carriage from the back window of the carriage, cut it with disdain, and said, "My lord, you really have a way!" ”

As if he hadn't heard, One-Arm sat cross-legged in the carriage with his eyes closed.

The carriage bumped all the way, and it took five days to reach Chang'an City.

With a wave of his hand, he sent the old farmer who was driving the car back, straightened his clothes with Zhu Zhu, and swaggered into Chang'an.