There are talents in the rivers and lakes, and they want to replace the new with the old.

Zhao Zhengli, who escaped from the hands of the great grandmaster Du Qiao, was completely gone.

But; With the tracking method of the great grandmaster, it is probably possible to calibrate the eight or nine directions, and Zhao Zhengli is seriously injured, so it is a matter of time before he catches up.

Du Qiao dodged in pursuit, and several comparable figures in the sky above Qingzhou City also fell in the direction of the disappearance of the rebellious minister's son.

The young people of the Wang family's mansion Tianjiao quickly followed, and the thousands of troops with bows and shields didn't shoot a sharp arrow, Wang Chongli watched them jump over the wall one by one, and dozens of young talents from all over the world couldn't afford to provoke any of them in Qingzhou.

The whole Wang family and Keqing looked at the messy backyard in a daze, their faces full of bitterness, but they had nowhere to shout grievances.

If you want to restore a little bit of silver like a stone filling the sea, it will cost thousands of silver taels to calculate the half-destroyed Lanjing Pavilion and the exotic flowers and trees, not to mention the rare things such as orchids, grasses, and ancient pines that have been killed by huge palm prints on the hills.

This feast was finally carried by the host Zhijun Mansion and the Wang family alone.

The people who came after Qingzhou City saw a group of people running to one side under the night sky, and they didn't know why for a while.

When the high wall of the Wang family's mansion suddenly became clear, the box army that was about to collect the bow was once again full of people who trespassed, and the Wang family father and son, who had just breathed a sigh of relief from the bitterness, also looked up in surprise, and then hurriedly shouted at the thousands of box troops: "Stop!" ”

Seeing that the people in the rivers and lakes were in the air, they turned around and rushed in the direction of the disappearing night sky, and politely said to Wang Chongli: "I know that the affairs of the military state are disturbed; There will be a period later! ”

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The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, either laugh or cry.

Zhao Zhengli, who fled with a seriously injured body, laughed but was silent, and cried without tears!

He desperately escaped dozens of miles east from Qingzhou City, and he was never able to get rid of several figures behind him, and through keen insight, he found that the Northern Shaolin Huicong wearing a delicate robe also chased after him, plus Du Qiao, there were two great masters, if they were caught, the consequences would be self-evident.

With the injuries of his current five internal organs, even if he encounters an ordinary grandmaster, he has no strength to fight, let alone a great grandmaster who is chasing after him.

Either way; This rebellious retained son seems to be in a catastrophe, even he himself has no way to return to the sky, and when he is in danger, he is thinking about a question, the million gold on his head, the hereditary marquis, which king and eight lambs will be cheaper?

In the night, in Longchi Town, which is nearly 100 miles away from Qingzhou, the coarse and coarse cloth young man fled in embarrassment, coughing in three steps and shaking in five steps, but the speed was still extremely fast, walking through the wilderness and grass.

As time passed, his speed was noticeably slow, his coughing intensified, and he shook incessantly, as if he could plant the woodland at any moment.

Less than 100 meters away, Zhao Zhengli's five organs were numb, his vision gradually blurred, his body was really exhausted, and his legs and feet were uncontrollably weak.

For the first time in his life, he felt tired, as if he could be relieved immediately by closing his eyes, and this tiredness was like a hollowing out of his body, lacking his true qi, overdrawn and withered.

Even the ten thousand corpses Gu poison of the old demon woman of the Southern Zhao Kingdom back then had never existed.

His consciousness at the moment is extremely clear, if he falls, there is no life, persistence is the only hope, even if he struggles to the end.

However, there is a kind of tiredness called being unable to do so, and his body is involuntarily, and he slowly falls down in unwillingness and sadness.

Night; Exceptionally quiet, windy; Surprisingly soft.

Call!

At the moment when Zhao Zhengli fell to the ground, a yellow monk's robe wrapped him away in the dark night, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

The figure left only three breaths, and two figures descended one after another, a black Confucian shirt and a delicate robe.

The two of them frowned at the blood stains and staggering footprints left in the forest meadow, and fell into deep thought, because there was no clue here completely.

The two were speechless, and each chased after each of them in two directions.

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Zhao Zhengli had a dream.

In the dream, I returned to Qingcheng Mountain, and in April, the flowers were full of mountain townships, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peach blossoms...... What fascinates him the most is still the clusters of peonies in the back mountain, and the red mountains inlaid with mountains and streams.

He was frolicking in the flower garden, the senior brother in charge and Yuan Daoren discussed in the pavilion, the third senior brother Gu Henglong was strict with him, and reprimanded him for being lazy in the mountains, the fourth senior brother has not come back, and the fifth senior brother Cui Chengjiang's fiery temperament is about to teach the disobedient little junior brother, and he is naughty He dodges back and forth in the flowers, and sometimes takes the initiative to provoke the majesty of the senior brother, and the sound of frolicking and begging for mercy echoes in the mountains.

The six senior brothers who like music and rhythm are the most indisputable in the world, and the sound of the piano is faint and resounding in the mountains, adding harmony and joy to the brothers.

This dream is very intoxicating, and I am willing to sleep in it for thousands of years.

Long; The sound of the piano was still faint, Zhao Zhengli woke up, and a feeling of pain instantly spread throughout his body, pulling him back to reality from his dream.

When I opened my weak eyes, I saw a quiet thatched house, and under me was a rough straw mat, and there was a faint sound of the piano outside the grass house, which was unusually soft among the birds and insects.

Zhao Zhengli tried to get up, a huge pain drilled his heart, and his five organs were like pins and needles in an instant, and he couldn't help but snort.

"If you want to live, lie down!"

The old voice came from outside the grass house.

Before the sound was finished, an old man opened the curtain of the straw mat door and came in, dressed in a yellow robe, with a bald head with sixteen knots, about eighty years old, more than six feet tall, very thin, but his eyes were very energetic, and his spine was straight.

Thin as wood with a bowl of dark black decoction in his fingers, the bitter smell that had just entered the house had already filled the hut, and he muttered in a low voice: "If you can escape from the hands of the great grandmaster, you are also the first person in the rivers and lakes for decades, if your father had such a ability, he would not have ended up in the latter situation." This bowl of soup medicine is also among the most valuable in the Dali Palace, which is full of medicines, and your Qingguo is even rarer, and it just so happens that the old monk brought an extra pair, so he should be the old monk for the princess to return his favor! ”

Zhao Zhengli recognized this old monk, the head of the eight protectors of Dali, the abbot of Jueyu, in the past, he had a relationship under the Egret Temple where the heroes gathered, and he didn't think that he would be saved by him today, but I don't know if he is friend or foe?

Jueyu's old hand like a withered vine handed the decoction to him, as if he could see through what he was thinking, and said to himself: "Lao Wei is from Dali Jianghu, and he will not have anything to do with Qingguo, so he will not take the Taoist chief to invite merit and reward, this time; One is to thank the Taoist chief for solving the puzzles of Princess Dali in the chess game of the Egret Temple, and second, the old man has a trace of admiration and remembrance for the chivalrous husband and wife in the past. ”

Zhao Zhengli took the decoction he handed over, without hesitation, swallowed it all in one gulp, not even the dregs were left, licked his bitter mouth, and asked rhetorically: "The abbot also thinks that Xiaodao is the widow of that chivalrous couple?"

The old eyes of the great abbot of Jueyu flashed a smile: "If you want to say that there is a conclusive basis, the old man does not have it, and presumably the Qingguo Emperor does not have it, but according to the details of all aspects, as well as the appearance of the Taoist chief, this is already the best evidence." ”

"Can the Great Abbot tell Xiaodao about their chivalry?"

"These small Taoist leaders will learn in the future, at the moment when their lives are still at stake, there must be many people who have seen the thoughts of Emperor Qingguo, what about you, temporarily recuperate for a few days, and then go out to show up, if there are people who are blinded by promotion and wealth, it is better to have the ability to kill a few people, if you can't kill them, just run, the more embarrassed you are, the better, so that in less than three months, someone in the court will definitely summon the small Taoist."

"Among them, the twists and turns of the trail naturally understand that the old emperor is nothing more than weighing me, the widow of a chaotic minister, but if he meets a shameless old guy like Du Qiao, the trail is also powerless!"

"The little Taoist is humble, if you thought about running for your life from the beginning and didn't go to a hard encounter with him, how could you end up like last night?"

Directly broke it, making Zhao Zhenglijun's face blush, and Cancan smiled bitterly to hide the embarrassment.

"The old man has heard of the battle between the little master and the old lady of Nanzhao, and the old witch is afraid of death, so she has not been able to use the means of the great grandmaster of the pseudo-realm, although the difference between the grandmaster and the great grandmaster is one word, but it is a world of difference, even if it is a pseudo-realm, after all, it has touched the threshold of the law of the avenue, with the understanding of the small Taoist, if you are at the peak of the grandmaster, presumably the first product of the great grandmaster is not a problem, and the middle grade also has the power of self-preservation, so as long as the little Taoist chief calms down, the rivers and lakes in the future have their own place for you, and those guys who can suppress you will not die in three or five years, When the time comes, whether to double the hatred or double the hatred, naturally you have the final say. ”

One old and one young, one lying on the straw mat, the other sitting on the edge of the straw mat, the old one talked earnestly, and the young nodded humbly.

The abbot of Jueyu not only saved his life, but also guided him how to judge the situation and look at the problem from the perspective of Shi Bu's chess game.

We chatted for a long time.

The abbot of Jueyu explained how to take the decoction for the next two days, as well as the matters during the recuperation period, and reminded the kitchen of the grass house that food had been prepared for three days, so that he could leave after a few days of resting.

After explaining, Jueyu threw off his sleeves in a yellow coat and left, leaving Zhao Zhengli, who was half-lying on a straw mat, looking up at the roof of the grass house in a daze.

He was thinking about the words that Fang had just exchanged with the abbot of Jueyu, and he was recalling the teachings of several senior brothers on weekdays, as well as the summary of his own experience in the rivers and lakes.

No matter how deep the rivers and lakes are, the temple bureau is unpredictable, after all, people are doing trouble.

Only by seeing through human nature can you travel between the rivers and lakes and temples.

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The two days have been monotonous and calm, but the outside world is extremely shaky.

Since the remnant of the rebellious minister fled to Longchi Town, a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City, he disappeared, and the Jianghu people who arrived before and after caused a scuffle on the spot, saying that the people who arrived in advance had privately swallowed the "treasure".

Princess Dali and Chen Xiaoyao tracked down to no avail, and they also sprinkled their anger on the group of people who were vying for fame and fortune.

Similar to them, there are two sisters with thin swords, and a gorgeous woman in a light blue dress and a graceful woman with a short blade with two swords, how beautiful they look, how ruthless they are, and they are either killed or injured under the sword, and in the end even they themselves are injured and leave, if it weren't for those Jianghu people running fast, it is estimated that they would have fought until dawn.

On the second day, more than 300 miles away from Qingzhou, the Du family was inexplicably attacked by four strong grandmasters, killing and injuring hundreds of people, and only two strong grandmasters were killed in the house.

This news spread all over the rivers and lakes overnight, and the foundation of this martial arts family that had lived in the north for decades was unprecedentedly damaged.

On the third day, there was a fire in North Shaolin, but fortunately, it was put out in time, and only two Zen temples in the east courtyard were burned.

There are two rumors, the first is that someone attacked and set fire at night, and the second is that the temple was caused by incense and candles.

On this day, the Du family launched a revenge, covering the entire northern rivers and lakes, making the entire north lively.

Northern Shaolin also sent a group of monks into the rivers and lakes, and I don't know if the specific details are related to the fire the day before.

In the early morning of this day, on the outskirts of Longchi Town, a hundred miles away from Qingzhou, a coarse linen cloth young man walked forward at great speed, with a fair and handsome face, an eight-foot tall purple sword on his back and elegantly straight, three thousand green silks were tied by a grass vine bun, and loose silk flew in the wind.

Within a range of a few meters, with him as the center, the air vibrates with his breath and breath, he seems to be the master of the space of a few meters, and the mystery of the law appears and disappears from time to time.

The woodmen and farmers in the mountains, seeing it from afar, mistakenly thought that they had encountered a scattered fairy in the morning, and kept kowtowing and cheering, "Immortal!" Immortal! Take me to heaven! ”