When the soldiers were ordered by the Jeju prefect to search around like headless flies, Chu Feng had already left Jeju Mansion from the south gate in the rain.

The people of the city were still cheering, but they did not know that the people they were shouting had quietly left the tower. Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a single cloud, this passage could not be more appropriate to describe Chu Feng.

Walking on the rain-drenched country road, when Chu Feng came, the speed became faster and faster, leaving countless afterimages, and there were still twenty miles away from Liangshanbo, Chu Feng suddenly stopped, because more than ten horseback riders came to him, and the leaders were Wang Lun and Zhang Liao, covered in new mud, wet, and looking quite embarrassed.

"Sencho"

"Sencho"

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Wang Lun, Zhang Liao, and the bandits hurriedly jumped off their horses and bowed their hands, and it is conceivable that they were drenched in a sudden heavy rain on their way.

"It's raining, you don't have to stay"

Chu Feng left a word, and with a series of elegant figures, he continued to move in the direction of Liang Shanbo. Because of the rain, the road was muddy, and Chu Feng was careful and careful, but he still got a foot of sludge. When I entered the woods, my feet were cleaner because there was a lot of grass on the ground. Out of the woods, when he arrived at the shore, he saw a canopy boat parked, and Chu Feng boarded it directly.

The boatman was a young man, shirtless in the rain, holding the oars hard, humming a few boyish fishing songs from time to time, which made Chu Feng can't help but think of the three Ruan brothers who were trapped in the closed canyon behind the Immortal Peak, compared to those good men who were in upside down skin, these three were good, if it weren't for the problem of attitude, Chu Feng would definitely not embarrass them.

I don't know how long it took, when he arrived at Liangshan, Chu Feng collected the incense and wish power gathered above the statue, returned to the Juyi Hall, sat for half an hour, and Wang Lun and Zhang Liao, who were splashed with mud, walked in.

Chu Feng looked at the two of them and said calmly.

"The poor road will go west, go to the fifth day, return to the fifth day, and ten days angelica, and the two of you will stay and take care of the cottage carefully, and you must not slack off."

This time the westward trip to Yongchang Mausoleum is a full seven hundred miles, once Liangshan changes, Chu Feng can't turn around and take care of it at all, so he is a little worried.

"Don't dare"

Wang Lun and Zhang Liao once again surrendered at the same time.

Chu Feng nodded, took out half a bottle of spiritual spring water from the small cloth bag, and threw it to Wang Lun.

"Take it and wipe it, you can restore your appearance, let's go out!"

"Xie Xianchang, retire (retire)"

The two retreated.

Because of the rain, Chu Feng did not leave that day, and the next day the sky was clear, so he selected three good horses from the Liangshan horse shed, landed and went west. Since there was no road guide, Chu Feng walked on country roads and rugged mountain roads, and all the woodcutters and farmers he met were all troublesome along the way. Unknowingly, when he arrived at the boundary of Yuncheng, there was also a timely rain in Yuncheng, called Song Jiang, who could be called the godfather of the Water Margin underworld, Chu Feng wanted to see his person, but he didn't know that Song Jiang was not there.

I had to continue to hurry, entering Jingxi Road, that is, the radiation range of Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty, the mountains and forests decreased, the plains increased, and the population increased.

On this day, or the night of the sixth day, Chu Feng, who had spent six days, finally arrived at the mausoleum of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, in the woods outside the Yongchang Mausoleum.

The huge mausoleum, shrouded in a layer of thick fog in the dark night, deep and silent, like a beast that chooses people to devour, it is estimated that the average Song Dynasty people do not dare to approach here at night.

Chu Feng bolted the horse to the tree, stepped in, didn't go far, saw a tall figure in the fog in front of him, standing still, stopped at the moment, looked at it carefully for a while, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it turned out to be a stone instrument, a stone instrument is a stone statue, animals, people, there are, walking a distance, Chu Feng found more stone instruments, the forms are very clumsy.

was walking through the stone instrument, and there was a sudden noise of footsteps in the surrounding fog, Chu Feng estimated that there were hundreds of people, and they were discovered by the soldiers guarding the tomb so quickly, which Chu Feng never expected. Don't dodge at the moment, just wait quietly in place.

It didn't take long for the soldiers guarding the tomb to surround him, led by an old soldier with torches, although he was old, but his spirit was excellent, and he came to the front with a heavy iron spear in his hand, and shouted with full of energy.

"Who trespassed on the Yongchang Mausoleum? Not afraid to cry to death? ”

Chu Feng turned around, looked at the old army, and said with a slight smile.

"Poor Dao is here to resurrect the Taizu!"

The old soldier was stunned for a while when he heard this, came back to his senses, raised his gun and shouted angrily: "The thief is so daring, he is obviously here to rob the tomb!" Lie about resurrecting Taizu and eat me with a shot! ”

The old soldier raised his spear and stabbed him, extremely fast, stabbed Chu Feng in the ribs on the spot, and was about to collect the gun, but saw Chu Feng's figure dissipate, and then ten figures appeared a zhang away.

The old soldier thought that he had encountered a ghost, so he took two steps back in shock, and the iron spear almost came out.

The surrounding guards retreated in horror, and some even threw their weapons directly on the ground.

"There are ghosts"

"There are ghosts"

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Seeing that his soldiers were unbearable, the old soldier suppressed his fear, waved his gun and shouted angrily: "It's just a lonely ghost, we have hundreds of people, what is there to fear!" ”

The mausoleum guards were drunk by the old army, and they became a lot more courageous, and gathered up again, but no one dared to make a move on Chu Feng.

The old soldier snorted, pointed an iron gun at Chu Feng and shouted angrily: "Taizu's mausoleum is important, the lonely soul and wild ghost are not leaving!" ”

Chu Feng ignored him, took out the wishing power bottle by himself, and released the incense wishing power of tens of thousands of people, and suddenly the purple qi was like a pillar, breaking through the sky, and the quiet mausoleum was replaced by churning purple clouds.

Chu Feng looked up at the sky, silently reciting the mantra of clouds and rain in his mouth, the wind suddenly rose, flying sand and stones, several dazzling white lights pierced the dark and dreary night sky, and thunder shook the sky!

The old soldiers and the guards were stunned!

"It's time!"

Chu Feng jumped onto a tall stone statue, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Heaven and earth are natural, and filth is dispersed"

A giant vortex appeared in the sky where the purple qi was boiling, and it was huge!

The old soldier muttered to himself, could it be that this Taoist priest is really here to resurrect Taizu!

"The mystery in the cave, the shaking of the Taiyuan"

A white light shone down in the whirlpool, covering the mausoleum, and the whole earth trembled, as if some terrifying beast was about to be born.

"The eight directions are mighty, make me natural"

Nine phantoms appeared around, all of them were a hundred zhang high, and their foreheads all emitted dazzling light, and suddenly the mausoleum was pierced, and a huge coffin broke through the ground, suspended in the air, exuding a gloomy and cold aura.

The old soldiers and the guards were all on their knees!

"Lingbao talisman, proclaim for nine days"

A golden yellow talisman slowly descended from the whirlpool and landed on the giant coffin, exuding an endless aura of peace, as if it was dispelling the coldness!

"The first line of heaven, willing to return to the source"

After Chu Feng finished reading this, his body floated, rising higher and higher, getting farther and farther away from the ground, and finally came to the whirlpool, where he saw an altar that exuded the aura of desolation levitating.