Chapter 184: The road is uneven

But he said that Wu Ji was going to go to Wudang, originally he had no destination, but later when he was drinking, he found that the snake gall wine was almost gone, so he was ready to come to his hometown again, first go to Xiangyang Sword Demon Valley, and add a little snake gall.

The last time I came here, I was still in the Condor, and I scraped the snake gall bladder, and the purpose of coming here this time is no different.

After many years, the Condor is no longer here, there are no natural enemies, but the snake resources here are much more than the last time, which makes Wu Ji very rewarding.

He has now opened up the two Qi Sutras and eight veins, and at this point in his skills, if he wants to make further progress, he can only rely on penance.

However, it is not without auxiliary things, such as the medicine snake that Liang Ziweng has raised for decades, such as the snake gallbladder here.

Although the main role of snake gall is to increase strength, after all, this is just a golden finger for the protagonist to cultivate the heavy sword, and the increase in internal force is only an auxiliary, but after all, it is better than nothing, and it can still speed up cultivation more or less.

"Alas, the Condor is really gone."

After collecting the snake gall, Wu Ji revisited the old place, took a turn in the Sword Demon Valley, and couldn't help but sigh secretly without seeing the Divine Condor.

"I don't know if he died of old age, or if he didn't come back with Yang Guo."

"Huh? Yang Guo? Thinking of this, Wu Ji's heart suddenly moved.

If Wu Ji can still see an old man in Yitian, then only Yang Guo has passed.

It's just that from the last Huashan sword discussion to the present, if Yang Guo is still alive, he will be at least two Jiazi years old, after all, Zhang Sanfeng is 100 years old.

"I don't know if he's still there." Wu Ji lowered his head and sighed.

Then he cleaned up his mood and went to Zhongnanshan. After all, he walked the rivers and lakes this time and there was no destination, he was so happy that he simply went to Zhongnan Mountain, if he really saw Yang Guo, of course everyone was happy, if Yang Guo was no longer there, it was a visit.

From Xiangyang to Zhongnan Mountain, if you take the land route, it is inevitable that the cars and horses will be tired, and people will suffer, and he himself is not in a hurry, so he chose to take the water route and go upriver from the Han River.

The Han River, also known as the Han River, is the largest tributary of the Yangtze River, flowing through Shaanxi and Hubei provinces, although there are many dangerous canyons in the meantime, but because of the large runoff, rich water resources, and good shipping conditions, it is not difficult to sail.

Wu Ji was preparing to take a boat in Xiangyang, going upriver along the Han River, waiting for the boat, when he suddenly heard a loud voice on the river coming from afar: "Stop the boat quickly, hand over the child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise it will be ruthless." The voice came from the waves, and it was clear to the ears, and it was obvious that the internal strength of the caller was not weak.

After a while, I saw two river boats, rowing like flying, staring at it, I saw a bearded man and a captain over half a hundred years old sitting on the tip of a small boat in front, the two of them rowed with both hands and oars, full of anxiety, there were two children sitting in the cabin, a man and a woman, the boy was helpless, but the girl was afraid, but she still comforted the boy softly.

There was a larger ship in the back, and in the boat stood four monks, as well as seven or eight Mongolian military attachés. The military attachés picked up the planks and paddled with them. Want to catch up with the boat ahead.

"Hey, this scene seems a bit familiar." The other people who were originally standing with Wu Ji and waiting for the boat, seeing that there was a fight, were afraid that they would be affected by the fish in the pond, so they hurriedly scattered, and only Wu Ji stood on the shore and watched with a frown.

"Could it be the bridge section where Han Shui meets Zhou Zhiruo?" Wu Ji thought so.

Regardless of what Wu Ji thinks for the time being, he says that the scene on the river is precarious.

Although Chang Yuchun is also a battlefield general, his arm strength is extraordinary, and the small boat rushes to Zhangyu with a pull of the sculls, in the end, he is a fugitive, and his energy is not good, and there are many people on the boat behind him, chasing and catching up, but the two boats are getting closer and closer.

It didn't take long for the distance between the two ships to reach the land of a stone's throw away, and the military attachés and monks on the boat behind immediately cheered, bent their bows and arrows, and shot towards the common spring. But I heard the feather arrows breaking through the air and whining.

Although Chang Yuchun is good, but in the end, he is on the boat, not on the ground, and he is still rowing, although he has already made every effort to block and shoot down the arrows one by one, and the technique is very fast.

But in the end, it is still a long time to lose, there is always a mistake in Baimi, and when I see that I am often in spring, I will be injured under the feather arrow.

Wu Ji finally came back to his senses, and without thinking about it, he first flicked his fingers, which was as fast as the Tartar's bow and arrow, and knocked down the arrow that was shot at Chang Yuchun halfway.

"Tartar is so daring, he dares to hurt people!" Then I saw Wu Ji jump, like a swimming dragon, as fast as a frightening dragon, and lightly clicked a few times on the water, using the ordinary light dragonfly three points of water, but the speed was amazingly fast, and between a few ups and downs, he approached the Tartar boat.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot him."

Seeing that Wu Ji was as fast as lightning, the monks and generals were immediately startled, and hurriedly shouted for people to shoot with strong crossbows.

It's a pity that Wu Ji is not a frequent spring, although he is in mid-air, his left foot is a little on his right foot, and the whole person rises out of thin air.

It's a bit similar to Wudang Tiyun Zong, but it's just a kind of skill technique for the three stacks of clouds that he won from Tian Boguang.

The strong crossbow missed, and before the monks and generals on the ship could react, they saw a white figure flash, and then saw a blue light flashing in the sky, followed by a scream from the ship.

The next moment, the wind and clouds dispersed, but seeing Wu Ji standing with a sword, his body was spotless, seven or eight Mongolian military attachés had fallen in a pool of blood, everyone was neck with a sword to seal their throats, and the remaining four monks stood in the four corners with a vigilant face and looked at Wu Ji.

One of the monks looked at Wu Ji with an ugly expression and said, "Who is Your Excellency, why are you blocking us from arresting the prisoners of the imperial court." ”

They were frightened by Wu Ji's swordsmanship that went without a trace, and they didn't speak very rudely.

"Hmph, Fanbang Tartars, extraterritorial Hu people, everyone will be punished." Wu Ji said very unscathed.

For these monks, Wu Ji didn't pay attention to them at all, although they were all second-rate masters, but at most they were just similar to the team leader of the Feiyun Thieves at the beginning, and they could be killed in front of the horse before they broke through, let alone now.

"You." The monk was obviously angry by Wu Ji's words, but he couldn't get Wu Ji in the end, so he had to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, and said to Wu Ji, "The young man knows that the person on the boat in front of him is the remnant of the Yuanzhou Demon Sect's anti-thief, and the whole world wants to arrest the criminal!" Even if you people in the rivers and lakes see it, everyone will be punished. ”