Hedong Road, Dongyang City, Chengnan Wine Shop.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, most of the eyes of the Wang clan and the Qin clan were trapped in the city because of a group of scholars, unable to move.

With thousands of soldiers and horses around, armed with pure gold crossbows, it is impossible for even a great grandmaster to resist.

Flesh and blood, how to resist the arrows and feathers that shoot from the sky?

The Grand Master alone can be a few thousand armor, but he can't face a thousand armor with crossbow arrows in his hand, not to mention that the City Lord's Mansion also has a martial arts powerhouse who has stepped into the second grade.

Something like this happens all the time in the state.

In just one day, the number of scholars named Zhao Wujiang increased by thousands of people.

They poured into the streets, scurrying into teahouses and wine shops, chanting poems against each other, and recklessly free.

They may be in groups, or they may be alone, but they all have the same language.

"My name is Zhao Wujiang!"

In the streets and alleys of Bingzhou, the rewards posted were handed down one by one, and they kept shouting with the rewards:

"Zhao Wujiang is here!"

"I found Zao Wujiang!"

"I'll give you a clue! Come on!"

At first, the people of the Wang clan and the Qin clan went to the call and kept gathering people, but when they arrived at the place, they found that everyone in the group of scholars was called Zhao Wujiang, and even the Huangkou children on the side of the road muttered that their name was Zhao Wujiang, but it was not the Zhao Wujiang they were looking for.

They rushed around without stopping, following the clues to various places.

At the same time, more and more voices were ringing out to provide clues.

"It's really Zhao Wujiang this time, and the contemptible swear to the sky!"

"Come on, this Zhao Wujiang is so powerful, he almost broke the boulder with one palm!"

"There's a girl by his side, surnamed Wang!"

"Oh my God, how is this man exactly like Zao Wujiang's portrait?"

"Shocked, this man named Zhao Wujiang is actually..."

"Attention, this man's name is Zhao Wujiang!"

"Woohoo!"

"Huh? What is your big black dog talking about?"

"Oh, it said it saw Zhao Wujiang just now."

"Don't bluff me, dogs talk?"

"Why can't the dog talk?"

「...」

The true and false voices echoed throughout the Bingzhou, and the anger of the Qin and Wang clans, who had been searching for no results, became more and more intense, and every time they went to a place that provided false clues, they would be deceived and ridiculed, as if the entire Nuoda Bingzhou was full of people who were against them.

"Waste, waste, all waste! A seriously injured child, almost seven days, and he hasn't been found!"

Wang clan land, Wang Cheng small courtyard.

Listening to the report of the clan elder, Wang Cheng angrily threw away the cup in his hand:

How could there be so many people to help him? How can he Zhao Wujiang? Huh?"

The clan elders are divided:

"Ancestor, we have thoroughly investigated Zhao Wujiang, in fact, we have crossed paths with him before...

When he appeared in the eyes of the world, he was... The sixth year of Yonghui... I made a poem in the palace..."

Clan elders consider the wording:

"He has a great talent for poetry, and his poetry is magnificent and uninhibited, and it is fascinating to read...

Later, he became famous, and many scholars admired him.

Especially those four Confucian words, it made him the first person in the world to read...

Most of the people who stopped us this time were these scholars who didn't have much martial arts cultivation...

But on the contrary, this group of scholars has met a lot of talented people and has made a lot of friends, and this time they have come to Bingzhou to cover Zhao Wujiang to get out of trouble... It's not so much that he's making enemies of Zao Wujiang...

Rather, we're making enemies of the people who read books all over the world...

This is still near Hedong Road... If all the scholars of the Ten Ways of the Tang Dynasty come..."

After Wang Cheng heard this, he coughed violently, and although he had the help of Chaos yesterday, his injuries had not yet healed.

"Let them not look for it again."

He spoke in a deep voice, deciding to ask Chaos to find Zhao Wujiang tonight.

He didn't think that Zhao Wujiang would be able to recover in just a few days, but it would change later, he didn't want to have an accident, he didn't want to gamble with the Wang family, not to mention the Wang family, who was now more and more vulnerable to this catastrophe.

...

Night.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The vast aura of the three realms of the Wang clan spread out in all directions, and Wang Cheng and Qin Wei Chaos, the three powerhouses who had ascended to the god level, went out to find Zhao Wujiang in person.

Chaos felt the familiar breath and walked towards Mu Mountain.

At the same time, a man with a giant sword on his back hurried from the distant Lingnan Road to Hedong Road, and in front of him was a low-flying white dove, which was looking for its owner, Wang Xi.

Li Xuanji, Wu Santong and others from Chang'an also walked towards Mu Mountain, and in Li Xuanji's pupils, an illusory fiery red vermilion bird loomed, guiding him in the direction.

Mu Mountain.

In the depths of the dense forest, Wang Xi's beautiful face was pale and haggard, which made people pity.

She knelt beside Zhao Wujiang, her beautiful eyes were tender, and she looked at Zhao Wujiang in a daze.

Zhao Wujiang's face was ruddy, not as pale as a few days ago, and although his eyes were closed, he could feel the earth-shattering power dormant in his body.

"Zhao Wujiang."

Wang Xi called softly, her heart was sour, she had been blaming herself for the past few days, and the picture of Zhao Wujiang dying in front of her repeatedly appeared in her mind, and that sadness followed her like a shadow, spreading from the past to the present.

But soon, she jerked her head up.

In the dense forest, the leaves rustled, and the forest wind howled, shuttling through the grass and trees, blowing on her.

"Someone's coming..."

Wang Xi muttered to himself, then staggered to his feet, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, smiled gently, tied up his hair with a hairband, and turned around and stepped out of the hiding place.

......

"Zhao Wujiang..."

A soft call sounded in Zhao Wujiang's mind, and he looked around blankly, in the middle of the academy.

When he turned around, an old man in an old Confucian shirt was standing in front of him with a straight face.

"Zhao Wujiang, you don't listen to the lecture well, do you?"

The children and teenagers, who were not of the same age, looked at them curiously, their eyes burning, and they kept laughing.

"Zhao Wujiang is going to be beaten by Mr. again."

"The gentleman has taken out the ring ruler..."

「...」

Zhao Wujiang stared at the old man in front of him blankly, his mind was mixed.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

The third sound of "Zhao Wujiang" sounded, not in his mind, nor in front of him, but an old farmer in coarse linen clothes who broke in outside the school.

The old farmer looked anxious and panted:

"Zhao Wujiang, it's too late! Your sister, sister, she..."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly came back to his senses, his heartbeat slowed down, and he hurriedly ran outside the school.

Mr. Teaching was also stunned, pity rose in his eyes, and he ran out.

Children and teenagers were puzzled and rushed out of the school in a noisy manner.

Zhao Wujiang followed behind the old farmer, his thin body swaying between heaven and earth.

"It's too late, it's too late..."

He saw that outside the courtyard wall, Sister A, who was carrying a medicine basket, fell on the yellow mud ground, and there were scattered medicinal herbs beside her.

He opened his mouth, his lips trembling, and he couldn't make any more noise, and his legs were like they had taken root in the dirt, and he couldn't take another half step.

Echoing in my head, "It's too late, it's too late, it's too late..."

He only felt as if his heart was being grabbed and torn apart.

The next moment, the heavens and the earth turned upside down in a trance, the confusion in his eyes was even worse, and the last trace of clarity made him realize that his body was falling.

His eyes slowly closed, and he saw that Mr. Teaching sighed with pity, and then ran towards him, trying to catch his fallen body.

He couldn't see it.

He closed his eyes.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the trees around him swayed and rustled like ghosts in the night.

The familiar Wen Xiang was still hovering beside him, but Wen Xiang's owner was nowhere to be found.

The sand and gravel leaves were trembling, and in an instant, they were all suspended in mid-air, the heavens and the earth seemed to be still, and Zhao Wujiang's body also floated.

His yin and yang eyes opened slightly, as if looking through the years, looking in the direction of Wang Xi's departure.

In the next moment, a beam of light from the left pupil streaked across the night sky.