Suddenly, An Guizheng felt that his back was loose, and he could move again, but his hands and feet were already sore, and the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, but the slight movements were more difficult.

He crawled, his eyes closed, and the phrase that had just come to his mind, 'What should I forgive you for your stupidity?'

Finally, he forced himself to beg loudly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I am willing to die, please let go of Brother Lu, I am safe and beg you."

Snot, tears, and blood mixed together and slid to the ground from the severed skull.

He crawled forward with all his might, crawling and crawling, I don't know how long, but by sound, he crawled to a wooden shelf with a strong smell of blood.

"Bang" "Bang" The stick kept falling, mixed with a muffled snort.

Suddenly, the sound stopped, and An Guizheng hunched over his waist in desperation, stood with his legs straight, and lay on the bloody body.

The stick inadvertently hit his fingers and landed on his body again. The pain was thousands of times more painful than when my husband hit the hand when I was a child.

"Brother Lu, you hold on, all the mistakes are my fault, it's my self-righteousness, it's my unruly."

One by one, he shouted but never received any response, a stick fell on his body, and the fragility and powerlessness of the bones about to break made him unbearable anymore, but his mouth was still repeating the sentence 'Brother Lu, I'm sorry'.

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard Shi Xiao's voice again.

"Damn, if people don't always say that I should give more opportunities to readers, you will die in vain."

Under the flying speed of the ship, in just one day, it has already arrived at Diezhou in Lingbei Province.

"General Xue, when you come back, I will set up wine in Kyoto and catch flowers and brew enough." Zhou Zhengqing saluted solemnly at Xue Guangxin, who was about to set foot on the battlefield in front of him.

Zhou Zhengqing didn't know how tragic the battle would be, and no one could say when the uncertain variables of life and death would appear on the battlefield, so he could only say goodbye in this way.

"Take care, Your Highness". Xue Guangxin just said lightly, and walked into the cabin alone, he still had a short journey. He's been used to this kind of thing since he was a child. His father, several uncles, brothers, and even his mother all said goodbye to take care, but when he came back, there was only one waste that lost two legs, what would happen to him?

Zhou Zhengqing and Lang Yuan, who got off the ship, did not stop at the ship for more, but went directly out of this immortal city minus Lan City.

This Lan City was originally owned by the East Fence Sect of the Liuliu Peaks of the year, although the unruly faction was uprooted by the Ming Dynasty, but now this place is still prosperous, but it is just a change of family.

Today's Liuliu Peak is a certain branch of the Daomen Songyun Temple, and the Songyun View is also one of the purposes of Zhou Zhengqing's visit.

After half a day's effort, I finally arrived at the gate of the Songyun Temple on the Liuliu Peak, and before Zhou Zhengqing knocked on the door, a little Taoist boy with clear eyebrows walked out of the open door in the view.

"Xiaodao Cao Lianqing, both of you are visitors from the north?" Xiaodao Tong timidly asked first, his voice crisp.

"Yes, the old Taoist priest is not here, I am open, I don't have to be so sneaky." Zhou Zhengqing was unceremonious.

"The Lord said, please go to Houshan for a cup of tea first, and also prepare food for noon, please come with me." Xiao Daotong felt that these two were not easy to mess with, so he didn't dare to hold on to this thin black man in a green shirt.

My own master once said: "Those who only want to speak quickly are not productive, and if they really want to talk to others, they will only damage their own heart."

Follow Xiao Daotong into the door, the inside is very large, and it can accommodate two or three hundred disciples in the temple to practice swords at the same time. Bypassing the main hall and other places, crossing an iron chain bridge, and going straight to the back mountain, which is also not small. It is not so much that the Taoist temple is on the mountain, but that most of the terrain here is relatively low.

Sit down in a pavilion with red pillars and green tiles, and not too far away, a small tributary of the Howling River passes by, forming a waterfall pouring down from it, and a few crooked green branches and trees are scattered high above the cliff.

On the other side, a piece of green bamboo grows, and through the gap, a wooden house can be faintly seen in the center of the bamboo forest.

In addition, there is also a bluestone-paved site, which is not in any way smaller than the place in front of the main hall.

"Why don't you even have a bit of meat, and the old Taoist priest is not afraid of snubbing the distinguished guests?" Zhou Zhengqing looked at the honest little Taoist boy and did not dare to speak.

"What are you doing here? Daomen has always rarely been involved in worldly things!" Lang Yuan drank a cup of tea, the scenery here was really good, and she could not think about anything else for the time being.

"Let's talk about business, take what we need and send what they want." Zhou Zhengqing was sloppy.

Lang Yuan glared at Zhou Zhengqing, who bought the pass: "Do you want these Taoist priests to go down the mountain to expand the territory and defend the homeland?

Zhou Zhengqing smiled: "Sister-in-law, let me ask you ......"

Zhou Zhengqing said half a sentence, did not continue, but looked up at Lang Yuan.

Hearing that there was no movement for a long time, Lang Yuan looked at Zhou Zhengqing seriously: "Say, why don't you continue"!

Lang Yuan didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence at all, but the flush on both cheeks obviously betrayed the shyness she thought she was hiding.

Although Zhou Zhengqing felt a little strange, he didn't dare to pause any longer, after all, these were the only ones who could help the imperial brother in Kyoto: "Sister-in-law, let me ask you, whose Liuliu Peak is it"?

"Daming's". Lang Yuan replied.

"Why should the excellent location that Daming got after a lot of blood be assigned to Songyunguan?" Zhou Zhengqing asked again!

Seeing that Lang Yuan didn't speak, Zhou Zhengqing no longer bought Guanzi: "Let's put it this way, we are now coming to collect the accounts, as for what price he has to pay for Songyunguan and how much he will pay, I don't know, but there are not a few mysteries here."

Cao Lianqing, who was standing aside and did not leave, looked up at the two men and women from time to time, Zhou Zhengqing didn't guard against him at all about those words just now, and he listened to them all in his stomach.

Xiao Daotong didn't feel good in his heart, and couldn't help nodding secretly: "Sure enough, these two are not easy to mess with, it turns out that they are their own creditors." If the words just now really collided, and when you can't say that you plan to make a deal, not only will it be difficult to erase the fraction, but it will also be difficult to guarantee that people will not add some interest. No wonder the master always pays attention to a calm mind, it should be the habit of often owing debts, and this is the experience summed up, every time you repay the money, you have to suffer a loss, poor master"!

"Little Taoist, little Taoist, come here."

Before Cao Lianqing could think carefully about how much old accounts his master owed outside, he heard someone calling him, and hurriedly turned his head and trotted all the way. "It's coming, it's coming".

The two guests on the mountain this morning were also not easy to get along with, one just looked good-looking, and the other was very good-looking, but the temperament of the evil monster that eats people in the mountains and forests mentioned by the master became more and more similar, and it was far less easy to get along with the two creditors just now.

"I ask you, who is in the pavilion, tell them to get out of the pavilion, and then pack up the things on the table, and my son-in-law will go in and rest for a while." The sword-carrying man with a good face had a very flat voice, but with an unquestionable commanding tone.

Zhou Zhengqing heard this sentence and did not shy away from the words of the two of them, but he did not move. Just kidding, in this Ming realm, there are many people who can make him move his ass Zhou Zhengqing, but there will definitely not be these two people.

What surprised Zhou Zhengqing was that the little Taoist boy didn't even come over to ask, so he refused without thinking about it.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid this is not in accordance with the rules, can you go to my wooden house to rest for a while?" Xiao Daotong pointed to the bamboo forest and asked very seriously, this is a normal thing for Cao Lianqing, but these two people made him a little unhappy.

In the morning, the three of them hiked up the mountain, which added a lot of freshness to this Taoist temple that had not been visited for a long time. But when they left the middle-aged man, these two honest people who were originally polite and honest were no longer the same as before. The senior brothers had a bad impression of the two and were reluctant to deal with them, and Xiao Daotong thought that he was a guest from afar, and he couldn't lose his courtesy, so he volunteered to entertain him.

"Little Taoist, this is just a rule that does not agree with you, but it is the rule of all places outside the Taoist temple, I believe they will agree." The good-faced man reminded again.

"It's really not good, I clean up that little cabin every day, and my master often goes to sit down." Xiao Daotong was a little unhappy, obviously he said no.

Cao Lianqing used to pester his master, wanting to see what was outside the Taoist temple, but if it was like this outside, the little Taoist priest suddenly felt that he should not go out. How can there be such a rule in the world that does not talk about the truth of Songyunguan?

The good-faced man frowned, his right hand gently held the short-handled wide knife on his waist, and walked forward slowly, his eyes were a little unkind: "It's better for you to ask."

It's just that as soon as the words fell, he was blocked by the extremely handsome man who raised his hand, and at the same time scolded in a low voice: "You want to kill me with a knife, because you think you have lived comfortably all these years, but you are dying too slowly!"

The good-faced man took two steps back, bowed his head and was silent. It's just that I heard a sentence from my son-in-law: "What to keep, what not to keep, you think about it yourself, if it doesn't suit my heart, don't even think about this lowly status."

The good-faced man who originally lowered his head suddenly raised his head, glanced at the little Taoist, then turned his head to look at the pavilion, pointed at Zhou Zhengqing, and spoke slowly, his tone was still flat: "You either get out or die"!

He moved his finger a little again, facing Lang Yuan: "Put the flute on the table, go to the wooden house and wait for the son."

The little Taoist priest has never seen a person with such a fierce side, and the master once said that whether the human heart is red or black can be seen in the eyes. Now, the little Taoist's impression of these two people has changed from dislike to disgust.