"Forget it, let's go."

Jiang Zhu's gentle voice came from inside the carriage, with a hint of imperceptible loss.

There is also a little luck, not his best.

Two teams have passed, and there must be something going on ahead. It would be best to have no forint, and she didn't want him to take any chances.

The carriage continued to drive slowly on the official road, and the people who came and went, who did not know each other, were all hurrying home, all wanting to rush home in the last few days to reunite with their loved ones.

Except for the two teams of people who had just passed by Jiang Zhu's carriage.

"Lord Wei Chi, do we really want to do this?"

One of the men on horseback tightened the reins and asked the young man in the lead, facing the wind.

The young man in the lead has fair skin, handsome eyes and eyebrows, and his dark hair is slightly messy by the wind.

That's right, he is the Wei Chi Fulin that Jiang Zhu and the maids compared with Blue Moon just now.

The second prince took away Guo Lin, Shen Teng, Zhou Jian and others, but the emperor was still not at ease in the end, and after they left, he secretly told Yu Chi Yan and asked him to send someone to quietly follow behind Lan Yue, help them when necessary, and even protect Lan Yue.

What Yu Chi Fulin didn't let his father know was that as soon as Yu Chi Yan left, the queen sent someone from her side, which was exactly the same as half of the emperor's will, that is, no matter what, she had to protect the second prince.

Only, the words of the other half of the queen's will......

Yu Chi Fulin hid this secret in his heart alone, and he didn't dare to say it.

"Drive, drive!"

In response to his subordinate's question, Wei Chi Fulin did not answer immediately, but raised his whip irritably, and landed heavily on the horse's buttocks. The horse was suddenly in pain, raised its hooves and neighed long, and galloped forward like arrows from a string.

The trees on both sides of the official road moved back like ghosts, yellow smoke was everywhere, dust was flying, and for a while, the few pedestrians on the road began to curse their mother in a low voice, because the wind and sand had blown so much that they couldn't open their eyes.

The person who asked just now didn't get a response from Yu Chi Fulin, so he didn't ask again, and chased after him.

"Drive! Drive! ”

“……”

"What kind of people are you? Rushing to reincarnate? ”

On the side of the road, a ragged but burly white-haired Taoist man unhappily "spitted" at the back of the distant figure, frowned and scolded, the white hexagram flag in his hand had been sparse, and even turned gray and black, and he could only vaguely see an incomplete "hexagram" character and an equally incomplete gossip pattern.

"Hehe, Brother Wuji, don't you have any cultivation at all? Is this annoying? ”

Next to the Taoist, there stood a round-faced, bald monk with a Zen staff in his hand. The monk smiled, in stark contrast to the image of the Taoist, the monk's clothes and robes were clean, even the gray cloth shoes were dusty, the nine-ring tin staff in his hand was faintly shining with golden light, and a string of big Buddhist beads on the chest was also the same as the Zen staff, and the particles were round and shiny.

"Phew! Phew! ”

The white-haired Taoist stared at the monk angrily with his shining eyes, his dirty white beard was full of dust, sticking together in a handful, if someone who knew him saw it at this moment, no one would have thought that the person in front of him was the Wuji National Master of the Southern Dynasty who had strange whereabouts, was elusive, and the hidden dragon could not see the end.

"Dead bald donkey, you look at this joke now, huh? How? Do you want the two of us to compare again? ”

Wuji raised his eyebrows, gently inserted the hexagram flag in his hand into the ground, and picked up the dirty and torn Taoist uniform as if he was about to fight.

I didn't see what strength he used, and the banner was more than three feet deep in the earth, and stood firmly on the ground, and the dirty and rotten strips of cloth swayed in the wind, strangely tight.

The round-faced monk stared at his companion's hexagram flag, frowning slightly, he was not worried that his old friend's skill would grow into his own enemy, he was worried that the hexagram flag would not be able to withstand the destruction, and he was afraid that a slightly stronger wind would blow it so that only a bare bamboo pole remained......

Poor old friend! How did it fall to such an unbearable state......

The monk thought to himself.

With severe cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he decided to change the hexagram flag for his old friend for many years.

I saw that he didn't move, just stared at the hexagram flag not far from the ground in front of him, and put his nine-ring tin staff, the strange thing is that the tin staff would not fall, and slowly drilled into the soil.

What was even more stunned was that although the monk didn't make any moves, his fat body slowly rose from the ground. As his body took off, the Zen staff beside him had been inserted into the ground, and only the nine-ring head above remained.

"Amitabha! Rise! ”

The monk clasped his hands together, recited a Buddha name, and then shouted, and his fat fingers quickly pointed to the hexagram flag on the ground.

I saw a dazzling golden light flashing, and the hexagram banner that the Taoist had inserted into the ground before "swished" from the ground and rose to the sky.

"Pour!"

With the monk's shout again, the hexagram banner that had been injected with an unknown amount of internal force fell to the ground with a "snap", raising a puff of dust.

"Shattered!"

The monk shouted again, and the hexagram flag, which was already dirty and rotten, flew up again, and then turned into pieces in a golden light, then fragments, and finally returned to dust.

And Wuji just stood on the side of the road, watching, unable to do anything.

"Damn the damn bald donkey! Stinky and shameless old monk! your s*** empty! You dare to ruin the rice bowl of this seat! I'm going to fight with you!!! ”

Wuji, who came back to his senses, jumped to his feet in anger, and even the beard on his chin was curled.

He took out a white whisk from his bosom and shook it vigorously towards the monk, and a strong wind invisible to the naked eye swept towards the empty monk, and when he was about to touch the empty robe, the empty rose up and dodged lightly.

Where the strong wind swept through, the dust raised was not inferior to the team of people and horses of Yu Chi Fulin just now. Even a pine tree with a thick arm not far away was broken off at the waist.

"Eh, don't be angry, the poor monk is so good when he sees your hexagram flag......"

Standing behind Wuji, he patiently tried to explain. Let's read a book

"Dead empty! Return the hexagram banner of this seat! ”

Wuji was angry, turned around and waved his hand, and there was another white light, and the dust flew towards the air as if it had grown up.

The air rose into the air, and the wide robe and monk's robe puffed up and swelled, and he folded his hands together, his eyes closed, and his mouth silently recited,

"There is no Amitabha in the south, there is no Amitabha in the south, there is no ......... in the south"

Wuji held the hand of the dust and pointed straight into the air, and his body slowly rose into the air, and his powerful strength went straight to the empty body.

It's just that when I reach a distance of one foot in front of the empty body, it is like being separated by a mountain, and I can't get any closer.

And the empty seemed to be calm and relaxed, but slowly there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead, which showed that he was not much easier than Wuji.

In this way, a monk was frozen in mid-air for half an hour...... A quarter of an hour......

At this moment, there were no pedestrians on the official road, but the actions of the two did not attract the attention of others.

Soon, two quarters of an hour passed, and both Wuji and Sora's faces began to sweat, Wuji's face began to turn a little white, while Sora's face became redder and redder, but no one was willing to give in first.

"唳~~~~"

There was a long eagle's cry in the distance, and a monk who had been frozen in the air for almost half an hour withdrew his internal force at the same time, and both fell to the ground, and then the two saw that there was no one around, so they simply lay down on the ground to rest.

"Old friend Wuji, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect your skills to rise!"

He lay down next to his tin staff and said with a smile that his tin staff still had only one "head" left.

"Dead bald donkey, you're not bad! It's about the same as this seat! ”

Wuji also turned his head sideways, but he didn't smile, but gave Kong a big white eye, he didn't want to admit defeat.

A black dot appeared in the sky in the distance, getting closer and closer, and it had entered the line of sight of Wuji and Kong.

The two looked at each other, then continued to stare at the black dot that was getting closer and closer to them.

The black dot grew larger and larger, and finally landed on Wuji's shoulder, which turned out to be a goshawk with sharp claws and beak.

"Goo, goo, goo"

The goshawk gently pecked at Wuji's dirty beard, and Sora felt that the eagle must be disgusted that he was too dirty.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one nearby, he wouldn't want to deal with him, look, someone who even the eagle dislikes...

"Little one, why are you here?"

Wuji asked weakly with his eyes closed.

"Coo-goo, goo-goo"

That's all the Eagle could answer him.

"See what's on its feet?"

Sharp-eyed, he saw a small black bamboo tube on the eagle's ankle.

"I know, it's not too late to see it later, I want you to have a lot of things!"

Wuji glanced at him angrily, reached out and took off the small black bamboo tube tied around the eagle's neck, glanced at it, and bounced up from the ground with a "puff", shouting,

"Suffered!"

After speaking, he hurriedly looked around to find his hexagram flag, and when his eyes fell on the empty body with an inexplicable face on the side, he suddenly remembered that his "baby" hexagram had already been...

Killed!

"Humph! When this seat is empty, I will fight you for 300 rounds! ”

After Wuji finished speaking hatefully, he shook off the dust, tapped his toes, and flew up in a hurry, and swept over the treetops with light skills, and the eagle stopped firmly on his shoulder.

Soon, a man and an eagle disappeared, as if there had never been their footprints here.

"Alas, it's still such a frizzy temperament."

He shook his head and sighed, slowly got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to pat the dust off his body, and waited until he saw that the robe on his body had recovered its cleanliness just now, and then he stretched out his right hand towards the nine-ring tin staff on the ground, and made a Buddha name with his left hand, "Amitabha, get up!" ”

With his shout, the nine-ring tin staff faintly shining with Buddha's light rose into the sky, and then slowly landed until it was firmly held in the empty hand.

"It's been a long delay, and the poor monk should go!"

As soon as the words fell, the Buddha's light flashed slightly, in addition to the light cluster that was fading away, where was there an empty figure in the same place?

After they left, the official road returned to its deserted appearance, and there were still no pedestrians passing by.

It is said that at a distance of about fifty miles from here, Lan Yue and his party have come to a village, where the terrain is relatively remote, in fact, it is not far from the official road, and it is just two miles away.

Looking at Lan Yue's sweaty and panting appearance on her forehead, Nangong finally couldn't bear it, and couldn't wait to get to the town in front of her, planning to take Lan Yue to solve the lunch first.

There is not much dry food on horseback, Lan Yue and Nangong plan to eat it again in case there is no one in the place, otherwise what if they have eaten it up a long time ago and don't find anything to eat?

They found a leeward tea stall at the entrance of the village and sat down, Lan Yue did not hesitate, took the lead in sitting, and then beckoned Nangong and the ten Praetorian Guards behind to sit down together.

He knew that if he didn't take the initiative to greet them, those people would not dare to sit down.

"Auntie, come to twelve bowls of tea!"