Inside a dilapidated thatched hut.

Cheng Ying, who had been briefly injured after being treated, struggled to prop up his upper body, looked out with his eyes, and saw a tall Tsing Yi monster standing at the door, with his back to him at this time.

"Seniors. What about my cousin? Seeing that the stranger was silent, Cheng Ying asked cautiously with uneasiness.

"Senpai? Huh"

Cheng Ying found that the stranger in Tsing Yi in front of him suddenly disappeared from view, and in the blink of an eye, a miserable white dead face appeared in front of him.

"Ah!?h

The cold appearance of the stranger frightened Cheng Ying back again and again, and his body shrank to the base of the wall.

"Noise!"

The stranger grabbed Cheng Ying's small hand with his left hand like lightning to restrain her from moving, and then gently slapped the back of her hand three times with his right hand.

The frightened Cheng Ying suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his vest, and he almost fainted, and the scene before the coma also came to mind in an instant, staring at the stranger in front of him and shouting in a trembling voice: "Master, Ying can't stand it"

Cheng Ying's lips were white at the moment, and she couldn't help trembling, thinking that it was caused by enduring the pain.

"Hmph, if you make a mistake again, it won't be so easy." The stranger flicked two fingers, and three looming silver needles were faintly visible on the back of Cheng Ying's hand and were picked out by him.

It turned out that this was a unique secret weapon called the bone needle, which was Huang Laoxi's unique secret weapon, as long as he reached out and patted the enemy gently, the needle went deep into the flesh and was firmly nailed into the joints of the bones.

The needle is fed with poison, but the drug is slowly attacked, six times a day, according to the blood veins, so that people taste all kinds of unspeakable severe pain, and for a time they will not die, and they will be tortured until a year or two before taking their lives.

People with good martial arts are like luck to resist, but the more they block, the more painful, the pain they suffer, like adding fuel to the fire, more intense, but anyone who has kung fu, to this point, has to grit his teeth, strong luck, knowing that it is to drink to quench his thirst, the next time the poison is more violent, but he has to block it for a while.

But the three pieces he pierced Cheng Ying were not quenched, but the silver needle entered the body and attached to the bone, how could Cheng Ying, the sick number, afford it? Not to mention that Huang Laoxie is both righteous and evil, even the little disciple he just accepted can be so ruthless, just because she is called the wrong name.

It's really a moody evil person, no wonder it's called the 'East Evil'.

Seeing that Huang Yaoshi took back the unknown silver needle, Cheng Ying looked at the former in fear and said, "Master, what about my cousin?" Is she okay? ”

Huang Yaoshi glanced at Cheng Ying indifferently: "Take care of yourself, she has caught up with the people of the Quanzhen Sect." ”

Cheng Ying heard that a big stone in his heart fell quietly, and he saluted Huang Yaoshi, who had a stiff face, after struggling: "Thank you master for saving your life, Ying"

Before Cheng Ying finished speaking, a double vision appeared in his eyes, and he fell crooked on the bed.

Huang Yaoshi quickly supported Cheng Ying's body, gently put her on the straw bunk, and then poked out a Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill with two fingers for Cheng Ying to take, and after doing all this, Huang Yaoshi walked out of the house with his back hand.

"It's a little doll with affection and righteousness."

"Dongzhang, after four years, you have made a lot of fame in the rivers and lakes."

Thinking of that unruly young man, Huang Yaoshi's stiff face actually pulled a trace of an incomprehensible smile.

At the foot of Mt. Jungnami.

Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu came to the place where Cheng Ying had an accident again, only to see Qiu Chuji staring at the blood stains on the ground and was silent for a while, and then suddenly jumped into the long grass on the side of the road, followed by the sound of the long sword unsheathed, and a large area of long grass broke off, revealing a long sword nailed to the dirt slope.

That was Zhao Zhijing's sword.

"It's." Then Ma Yu, who came with him, looked at the long sword that was pulled out by Qiu Chuji.

"Well, it's the rebel's sword." Qiu Chuji stared at the clear word 'Zhao' on the spine of the sword and said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Shi! Then my cousin." Lu Wushuang doesn't care about this, she only cares about Cheng Ying's safety.

Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu glanced at Lu Wushuang, who had no master of the six gods, and said: "Don't worry, Cheng Ying should have been rescued, the long sword is extremely deep in the earth, this can't be done without a certain skill, the rebel is far from this, the one who came is a master." ”

Hearing this, Lu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, but now that Cheng Yingsheng didn't see anyone dead or dead, everything was just speculation, so he had to look at the two of them hurriedly.

"Wushuang, you go up the mountain first and wait, I know that Cheng Ying's life is not in danger, and it won't help you to mix it up, here is me and Master Ma." Qiu had no doubt to send Lu Wushuang back to the mountain, because the next thing was indeed not something that Cheng Ying, who had low strength, could participate in.

Looking at Qiu Chuji's unangry and arrogant look, Lu Wushuang hesitated, and finally compromised and walked towards Chongyang Palace: "That annoys the ancestor." ”

"Go ahead."

Mongol battalion.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King and Xiaoxiangzi Nemo Xing, who had already returned to the camp, sat in the tent and looked at each other, no one spoke, the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, the three big masters joined forces to attack and poison, and they were able to escape from the birth of Zhou Botong, which was a bit of a slap in the face.

But it is an indisputable fact, the three of them don't know how to explain to the fourth prince at the moment, and they have no interest in talking for a while, and they are drinking sullen wine by themselves.

"Report!"

The three of them were drinking when a messenger interrupted their thoughts.

"What?"

"Returning to the country, the Quanzhen Sect Hao Daochang is visiting."

"Oh? What is he here for? Looking at Xiao Xiangzi Nemo Xingwei, the Dharma King also saw doubts in the eyes of the other party.

The Quanzhen Sect is dominated by the six sons of Quanzhen, and since the Mongols have been maintaining a neutral attitude since their Mongols went south, they are not close to or distant from our army, when will they take the initiative to come to the door to search?

Is there something to ask for? Still is.

With a sigh in his heart, the Dharma King thought that he and the others had just designed to kill Zhou Botong on the front foot, and the people from the Quanzhen Sect came to the door on the back foot, was it because he couldn't do it?

Thinking of this, the Dharma King quietly gave Xiaoxiangzi Nemo Xing a look, and then waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, please." ”

"Yes!"

After a while, Hao Datong walked into the camp under the leadership of the herald, followed by two third-generation disciples, and when he saw the Dharma King sitting on the head, Hao Datong immediately bowed his hand and said: "It's okay for the national teacher to come in." ”

The Dharma King quietly observed his expression, and found that he couldn't see any different colors, so he also got up to greet him: "Daoist Hao, don't come to harm, you are really a noble person, we have been neighbors for a long time, and today we are finally looking forward to your faction, come and come, please take a seat." ”

Hao Datong motioned to the disciples behind him to offer gifts, and then walked into the banquet, adjacent to Xiao Xiangzi.

"Daoist Hao, this is?" Receiving the gifts from the two Quanzhen Taoist priests, His Holiness looked at Hao Datong.

"A small gift is not a tribute."

"Hey, nothing to do, go up to the Three Treasures Palace." Xiao Xiangzi on the side suddenly smiled sadly.

“.”

Hao Datong's face stiffened when he said this, but he also went downhill and said: "Indeed, national teacher, Poor Dao did ask about this matter." ”

"Oh? The old man who can help your faction can't ask for it, but what is it? Putting the things on the table, the Dharma King looked at Hao Datong suspiciously.

Glancing at the three people with different eyes, Hao Datong said slowly: "I taught Zhao Zhijing, the eldest disciple of Senior Brother Yuyangzi, I heard that he was a guest here the day before yesterday, I don't know where he is now."

Did you come for him?

The three of them looked at each other vaguely, and the former laughed and said, "Yes, Daochang Zhao was indeed a guest in my camp the day before yesterday, but he went back that day, what?" Didn't he go back? Daoist Hao, what are you? ”

Hao Datong's eyes slowly swept over the faces of the three people, and he suddenly stood up and arched his hand: "That's the nagging national teacher, and the poor road is leaving." ”

After speaking, he walked to the door curtain with his entourage.

As soon as he took two steps, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the tent, and an iron claw poked straight into Hao Datong's door.

"Come on! Let's go! Is this your Chongyang Palace! ”

It was too uncomfortable, so I recovered a little and started to resume the update.

(End of chapter)