Half a month passed.

Zhao Zhijing and the others didn't even see Yang Guo's shadow, as the so-called slow step by step, not to mention that Yang Guo still deliberately disguised himself to avoid everyone, and under the intention of calculating or not, it was naturally impossible to find it.

In an inn in a small town, the Quanzhen Sect and his party sat on the entire second floor, all of them were gloomy and silent, and the appearance of not entering made many diners who accidentally walked up to the second floor frightened and hurriedly ran downstairs to avoid it.

At this time, a Taoist priest with a long beard came to Zhao Zhijing's table and asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, for half a month, don't say that Yang has passed, and even Peng Lianhu and others have not heard from them at all. ”

"No! I swore a vow before I went out! This trip down the mountain, no matter what, I have to catch Yang Guo, this little brute! Zhao Zhijing slapped the table with anger, and the huge palm force shook several teacups on the table.

"But" this person stared helplessly at the angry Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing raised his head and looked around at the crowd, because of the high-intensity search in the past few days, he saw that the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect were all exhausted at this moment, and many people had never taken a bath since they even went down the mountain.

In fact, even Zhao Zhijing himself was quite tired, but the resentment against Yang Guo in his heart made him persist in searching until now, otherwise he would have gone home a long time ago.

After looking at the tired crowd, Zhao Zhijing still advocated sticking to his own idea and continuing to search for Yang Guo.

"Eh" Who made Zhao Zhijing the highest 'commander' in the search team that went down the mountain on this trip, this person had to reluctantly turn around and walk back to his seat.

Only Zhao Zhijing stared gloomily at the teacup that had been spilled on the table, clenching his fists in his hands and clenching them with a clattering sound, and his heart had already put Yang Guo on the execution table and slashed thousands of knives, which showed that his resentment towards Yang Guo had reached the level of some obsession.

At this time, there were two Taoist aunts sitting downstairs in the inn, one big and one small, the older one was a beautiful Taoist girl wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, and the younger one was about the same age as Yang Guo, but the appearance was much worse than the big one, but it was also quite pretty.

This beautiful Taoist girl wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe is the famous Chilian fairy Li Mochou on the rivers and lakes, and sitting next to her is her disciple Hong Lingbo, I don't know if the ancient tomb sect has always been skilled in terms of appearance or what, at first glance, Li Mochou's appearance looks as young as a young girl in her twenties, and only by paying close attention to her mature eyebrows and eyes can people feel that she is not so young.

The two of them were sitting at the corner of the stairs on the first floor, and they naturally listened to the conversation between Zhao Zhijing and others upstairs word for word. They seem to be looking for someone.

Then he turned his head and said to the disciples beside him, "You go up and see who there are on the second floor." ”

"Yes, master." Hong Lingbo applauded.

After speaking, he walked upstairs on his feet, leaving Li Mochou sitting alone in his seat and drinking himself quietly and waiting.

After a while, Hong Lingbo and Shi Ran walked downstairs, looked left and right, and whispered a few words to Li Mochou's side, and then sat back in his place.

"Hehehehe, it turns out that there are only a few third-generation disciples" Li Mochou let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell after hearing this.

After laughing, he took Hong Lingbo out of the inn, and after half an hour, the Quanzhen Sect and his party finally walked out of the inn after eating and drinking, and the group went to the north with a hula la.

When they reached a corner on the side of the street, at the end of the crowd, a young fourth-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect was suddenly pulled into a small alley by the throat with a plain hand.

But it was Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo, looking at this panicked little Taoist, Li Mochou asked with a bright smile, "Little Taoist, say, what happened to your Quanzhen Sect?" How could they go down the mountain in such a group? Who are you looking for? ”

"You, you are the Red Lian Fairy Li Mochou?!" Just looking at the outfit, the little Taoist priest instantly recognized this 'celebrity' who was widely spread in the Quanzhen Sect.

"It's good to know, and honestly tell me that I won't kill you." Li Mochou's right thumb was slightly pressed on the throat of the little Taoist, as long as he shouted Li Mochou, he could instantly stifle his voice.

"You're not going to kill me?" The little Taoist priest was still a little apprehensive.

"What are you lying about, I have some friendship with your Uncle Qiu, and I won't embarrass his disciples and grandchildren, okay, let's talk about it quickly." In the past, Qiu Chuji and others saw the face of the deceased Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying and let Li Mochou go many times, but Li Mochou did not deceive people about this.

"That's right, Yang Guo set a fire in Chongyang Palace, and took advantage of the chaos to let go of several felons held in Chongyang Palace, we are now chasing Yang Guo and others," the little Taoist priest stammered.

As the so-called speaker has no intention of listening, although Li Mochou doesn't know who Yang Guo is, but when she hears the word arson, her eyes still light up slightly, and now she knows that this group of stinky Taoist priests has nothing to do with herself after going down the mountain this time, Li Mochou also disdains to kill a little Taoist priest to increase hatred.

After the little Taoist priest finished speaking, he had already stunned the little Taoist priest with a hand knife, looking at the little Taoist priest who was lying on the ground softly, Li Mochou took Hong Lingbo and walked away.

"Master, shall we go to Jiangnan next?" On the way, Hong Lingbo asked curiously to Li Mochou, who was walking in front.

"Let's not go to Jiangnan first, let's go to the ancient tomb first to meet your Uncle Long." Li Mochou laughed confidently.

"Yes." Since the master said so, Hong Lingbo naturally didn't dare to say anything.

The two of them walked in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain, and after listening to the little Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect just now, Li Mochou's heart had already risen a notice.

I didn't dare to go up the mountain because I was afraid of the terrifying gray-clothed man, and I didn't know what his relationship was with our ancient tomb, Xiaolongnu and others, so he lived outside the ancient tomb all the year round, so that Li Mochou never had a chance to attack the ancient tomb, and every time he only dared to stare at it from a distance, and he didn't dare to get too close, because there were a few times when Li Mochou almost let the gray-clothed man notice.

Shocked, he also temporarily gave up the idea of trespassing on the ancient tomb, but now he heard a good idea from the mouth of the little Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, that is, to set fire to the mountain

Isn't there two new ones in the ancient tomb now, Li Mochou glanced at Hong Lingbo beside him and smiled more and more brightly, and the ill-intentioned eyes made Hong Lingbo furry for a while, and he didn't know what poisonous plan the master thought of to let him carry out.

"Limbo."

"The disciple is here." With a trembling heart, Hong Lingbo stepped forward and replied.

"You go to Zhenshan to buy more oil, let's set fire to the mountain"

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