Ji Zhen went back to the room while flipping through the Nine Yin True Scripture.

This Nine Yin True Scripture was written silently by Huang Rong's mother for the second time with an unforgettable memory. At that time, she was pregnant with Huang Rong, and there were many omissions in the Nine Yin True Scripture.

But the cheats lack the key to this situation, he has seen a lot.

Emei martial arts, Wudang martial arts and Shaolin martial arts are all like this.

Yes, Ji Zhen still watched it with relish. Although he already has the [Taishu Changeable Sutra] and his own martial arts knowledge accumulation is also profound, this Nine Yin True Scripture also has its own uniqueness.

He flipped through it very quickly, in three clicks and two clicks, and then put it on the bookshelf.

"For me at this time, this Nine Yin True Scripture has the significance of increasing my knowledge, but it has no substantive significance of improving martial arts, and it is cheap Ouyang Feng."

In the guest room, Huang Rong helped her father to sit down.

Huang Yaoshi was silent, and after a while, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea for himself, pouring tea cup after cup of tea into his mouth.

Until this whole pot of tea was drunk by him!

However, the anger in his heart was not drowned out by this tea. On the contrary, the anger was blocked by this tea, and it couldn't be released, and the heart was even more uncomfortable.

He doesn't know who to blame?

Blame your own daughter?

Blame yourself?

Blame Wanyan for really having too high martial arts?

In the final analysis, the martial arts are still a little worse.

Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi still made a straight face and asked Huang Rong: "This is Wanyan Zhen, what is the number of roads?" ”

···

Since the assassination of the emperor by breaking into the palace, the inspection of Zhongdu has become more rigorous.

And in such a situation, the six sons of Quanzhen also shrank even tighter. After all, their outfit is too eye-catching.

Even if it is a disguise, but Zhao Wangfu and Rong Wangfu have people who know them. There are also a lot of wanted notices posted in this city, and it is really not safe to go out and show your face.

Moreover, before leaving, Hong Qigong also told him not to act rashly, in case Yan Zhen made a move, the matter would be a big deal.

Simply, they lived in Yang Tiexin's small courtyard.

With Bao Xiqiao and Mu Nianci, two people who can cook, it is no problem for this small courtyard to receive so many people at once.

It's just that Guo Jing still hasn't woken up, and he doesn't know how long he will be in a coma.

Just when Quan Zhen and a few people were sitting on the square table, holding rice bowls and holding wooden chopsticks to prepare to pick up vegetables, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

Pushing open the courtyard door was a beggar, and on top of the beggar's clothes, there were quite a few cloth bags.

Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen Sect saw at a glance that this beggar was in the beggar gang, and his status was not low.

"Ma Dao Chief, Qiu Dao Chief, something big has happened."

The beggar didn't even knock on the door, but directly slammed the door, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Ma Yu and the others, and he quickly spoke.

"What's going on?"

Qiu Chuji was already an anxious man, and when he saw the expression of this beggar gang elder in a hurry, it was obviously an expression that only had happened to a big thing.

"My emperor of the Great Song Dynasty was assassinated by Sunflower Wei under Wanyan Zhen!"

The voice of this beggar disciple was extremely intonal, and when the words were said to be assassinated, his tone was extremely emphasized. And when the word 'has' is reached, a strong sense of grief is revealed.

It gives a very strong sense of substitution!

"What?"

This strong contagious force is to infect the first person, Qiu Chuji. I saw that his body seemed to be unstable and swayed.

With his internal cultivation, it is obvious that he will not stand unsteadily. Then, there is only one truth: this news shocked him too much, so he couldn't control himself.

Not only Qiu Chuji, but the rest of the five sons of Quanzhen, Yang Tiexin and others were all shocked by this news.

"Now, Sunflower Wei is assassinating the Zhao royal family in Lin'an, and even a minister of the DPRK and China has been assassinated, and Lin'an is completely chaotic."

Speaking of this, the beggar disciple held the wooden stick in both hands, and his tone was sincere, "I also ask a few Dao Masters to go south to Lin'an to resist Sunflower Guard." ”

"If you don't go south, it's too late!"

Things are so critical that I can't care about how they all develop. If you don't rescue Lin'an, you don't need the army of Jin Guo to go south, and you'll be done with the game.

"Without further ado, we'll leave now."

Ma Yu, as the head of the Quanzhen Sect, naturally has the right to decide. As soon as the words are spoken, it means that the Quanzhen Sect is going south to support.

Select a few batches of fast horses, go out of the city as quickly as possible, and set off a stream of dust.

···

Seven days later.

On the official road in the central capital, someone came on horseback.

The number of people, led by two men, one of them is a little older, but he is very imposing, he seems very strong, his eyes are like swords, very sharp, but slightly gloomy, and he does not look good.

The younger person, holding a folding fan, dressed in white, swept his gaze, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he looked charming.

Behind the two men was a woman, also dressed in white.

It was Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Ke and their maids from the Western Regions.

The official road was derived from two directions, and Ouyang Feng's voice came out.

"Which side is Wanyan's true direction?"

The voice is sonorous like a metallic sound. Obviously, in Ouyang Feng's heart, the Nine Yin True Scripture is the most important. As for Wanyan Honglie, he did it casually.

Ouyang Ke pointed in the direction to the right, Ouyang Feng pulled the reins, and the horses advanced towards Ji Zhenrong's mansion.

After walking for half a pillar of incense, Ouyang Feng arrived at King Rong's Mansion.

"Please!"

Liu Zeyan appeared in front of the door again.

Ouyang Feng looked at Liu Zeyan, his eyes flashed, and then his expression became gloomy.

Liu Zeyan led Ouyang Feng into King Rong's Mansion, then turned a few corners and walked into the backyard along the road.

In the middle of the pool in the backyard, there is a small pavilion.

In that small pavilion, Huang Yaoshi was playing Go with Ji Zhen.

Liu Zeyan led Ouyang Feng onto the road leading to the small pavilion, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he motioned for Ouyang Feng to go up by himself.

Ouyang Feng didn't speak, his eyes kept staring at Huang Yaoshi and Ji Zhen, and without hesitation, he just stepped forward.

When Ouyang Ke saw his uncle walking over, he also wanted to step up.

But as soon as Liu Zeyan stretched out his hand, he stopped Ouyang Ke, "Your martial arts are too poor." ”

When he said this, his eyes glanced up and down at Ouyang Ke, and his tone was very contemptuous, not giving Ouyang Ke face at all.

wanted to refute and resist, but Ouyang Ke finally stopped.

Ouyang Feng came to the small pavilion step by step and did not speak. And Ji Zhen and Huang Yaoshi are still playing chess by themselves.

For a while, inside the small pavilion, it was unusually quiet.

Ouyang Feng looked at the Go placed on the stone table, although he was born in the Western Regions, White Camel Mountain was not an ordinary sect, and it was full of heritage.

Therefore, Ouyang Feng also knows a lot about Go.

When he took a look, he realized that this game of Go was actually Huang Yaoshi's backwardness.