The royal capital of the Jin Kingdom, the capital of the Han Dynasty, is thousands of miles away.

Uncle Tai inquired about the situation through the beggar gang and learned some clues, that is, Ouyang Ke, the young owner of the White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, seemed to have been invited by Wanyan Honglie to come to the Central Plains with several concubines and maids.

Uncle Tai thought about it in his heart, calculated the time, and it seemed that this time period should be that Guo Juxia followed the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan to fulfill the covenant of the martial arts competition that year.

At this time, Mei Chaofeng should still be in the palace of Zhongdu.

Fortunately, although the distance is very far, with the help of the Condor, the speed is very fast.

Since leaving the small villages and towns on the border of Xianghan, Tai Shuzhi has followed the big river, went north to Tangzhou, and then entered Ruzhou from Tangzhou, and continued north to Henan Mansion, hurrying along the way, occasionally challenging several similar opponents, fighting the enemy with a sword, and not using any other kung fu, just because he had already laid the direction of progress, no matter how he cultivated in the future, he would test the world with a sword.

Seven days later, Uncle Tai took the Condor and came to Bazhou, Hebei.

It's just that as soon as I arrived near Bazhou, the sky was overcast, and the darkness was pressing, and the whole cloud seemed to crush the city.

Uncle Tai had no choice but to leave the back of the Condor and walk on land.

The wind howled, the rain filled the sky, like a waterfall rushing down, sometimes silver snakes in all directions, thunder roared.

The Condor was following behind Uncle Tai, his thick feathers were drenched, and he chirped dissatisfiedly.

Uncle Tai was carrying a smoky sword on his back, and his whole body was already soaked, and he was not in the mood to hurry in this harsh environment of the rainstorm.

But this heavy rain did not mean to stop, it was so cheerful that Uncle Tai couldn't do it, so he could only resign himself to fate, because the place where he was located was not a town, but a wilderness.

Uncle Tai ran in the field for most of the day, it was evening, still no one was seen, there was no shop in front of the village, it was very deserted, and Uncle Tai was a little suspicious that he had gone wrong.

The rain was pervasive, the wind was howling, and the night was very dark, but fortunately, Uncle Tai's eyes were sharp, and he spared the cement pits on the road, and his body was erratic, and he was as fast as a ghost in the rainy night.

Uncle Tai and the Condor walked for more than an hour, and when he saw the lights flashing in the distance ahead, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that he didn't need to get drenched in the rain. At this time, he was very envious of the Tianhe Sword Sect, the father of the innate realm, and Zhou's body could emit an invisible qi cover, which was a must-have signboard artifact on a rainy day.

Uncle Tai quickened his pace and galloped towards the light, and after a while, he came to a not far from the light, which turned out to be a mountain temple, and the light was shining out from the mountain temple.

Uncle Tai rushed into the mountain temple at once, the strange thing is that there is no one in this mountain temple, there is no one, quietly, only two bronze oil lamps are lit there, the huge bronze statue of the mountain god is pestled in the main hall, and there is a pile of tribute fruits in front of the mountain god statue.

Uncle Tai looked at the clean statue of the mountain god, and it was obvious that people often came to clean it here.

"No matter, I'm drenched, hungry and thirsty now, let's stay here for the night."

Uncle Tai stepped forward and picked up a few tribute fruits and threw them to the Condor, kept one for himself, took a bite, and then meditated cross-legged.

The habit of replacing sleep with the cultivation of internal strength at night has been going on for several years and has become accustomed to it.

The Yanhui sword was placed horizontally on his knee with a cowhide sword bag, and the Xuantian weak water sword qi was running, and an inexplicable aura gradually appeared on the whole person. The sword qi in the dantian kept rotating, spit out from the dantian, and flowed through the whole body along a unique route, sometimes branching out a stream of air, slowly penetrating into the muscles, skin, muscles and bones from the meridians, nourishing and condensing. In the end, it was reclassified into the sea of dantian qi, and so on, and the whole body was as comfortable as soaking in the hot water of the hot spring and enjoying the massage of a beautiful woman.

After a while, Uncle Tai woke up from his cultivation, only feeling that his dantian qi was rolling, and his sword qi was rolling, which was even more mellow than before, he was surprised for a while, but he didn't expect that the sixfold barrier of the day after tomorrow, which had not been broken through, actually broke through.

Not only that, but the degree of muscle condensation in his body is even stronger than before, and his muscles and bones are stronger.

The I Ching forging bone chapter of the Nine Yin True Scripture is really extraordinary.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, very quickly.

Uncle Tai's ears moved slightly, and the footsteps were very mixed, there should be ** person.

With a bang, the gate of the mountain temple was pushed open by a lot of force.

Eight beautiful girls in white pushed the door in, their clothes already soaked by the rain, and they were tightly attached to their bodies, revealing wonderful outlines, which were very tempting, and seemed to be more seductive than not wearing clothes.

Uncle Tai's eyes wrinkled slightly, not for anything else, but for these eight beautiful girls, they actually carried a sack, which was also wet by the rain, showing the outline of a person.

As soon as these eight girls entered the mountain temple, they were surprised when they saw Uncle Tai sitting cross-legged and the divine eagle eating tribute fruits. Especially looking at the majestic eagle, he showed a trace of shock, he didn't expect that there was such a huge eagle in this world.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew, a person holding an umbrella walked in, the person was dressed in a white brocade robe, light fur and slow belt, his demeanor was very chic, it seemed that he was thirty-five or sixteen years old, his eyes flew obliquely, his face was handsome, but he was heroic, and he was dressed in clothes, like a rich and noble king's grandson.

The white-clothed boy entered the mountain temple, threw the umbrella aside, and saw that there was one more person in the temple, and couldn't help but look, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the eagle, and he laughed: "I didn't expect that there are such strange eagles in this world, which is really rare." ”

"You raised this eagle? Boy, how much does it cost, I bought this carving! ”

The white-clothed boy took his gaze away from the Condor and landed on Uncle Tai, who was meditating cross-legged, revealing a strong desire for possessiveness.

Because Uncle Tai was wearing just an ordinary blue robe, coupled with the long-distance travel, he had already been infected with sewage, and naturally looked dirty, a poor and sour boy alive.

As if hearing the words of the man in white, the Condor roared several times, and his wings fanned slightly, revealing a wave of anger.

Uncle Tai stretched out his right hand, patted it on the back feathers of the eagle, appeased it a few times, and said lightly without raising his head: "Don't sell it." ”

Joke, want to buy the Condor, who do you think you are? Even if the emperor Lao Tzu came, he wanted to point to the Condor, but there was no way.

"What do you say, just like you poor and sour, since you dare to refuse me, don't know what to do, I repeat, whether you sell or not."

The white-clothed man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his expression was indifferent.

"Again, don't sell!" Uncle Tai's expression remained unchanged, and he still said lightly, without even looking at the other party. The other party's words and deeds were very arrogant and unreasonable, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them.

The man in white sneered: "I have never dared not to sell the face of White Camel Villa, you poor sour boy, you are really tired." Toast and don't eat and drink, right, since you don't sell it, then don't sell it, you're dead, this eagle is mine! There was a thick disdain in his tone.

White Camel Lodge?

Uncle Tai's heart moved, wasn't that the White Camel Villa created by Ouyang Feng?

A number of women in white are accompanied, this person is in his thirties, could it be that lustful Ouyang Ke?

Uncle Tai's thought moved, and his eyes fell on the sack, could it be that this sack was a woman from a good family who was robbed by Ouyang Ke?

"I don't know whether to live or die, the young owner buys your carving, he looks up to you, and he dares to refuse, you are looking for death!"

One of the beautiful women in white was very arrogant, her figure was running horizontally, a leather whip was taken out from nowhere, and in the howling wind, she waved straight towards Uncle Tai!