Every second counts, Pang Qiushui is no longer stranded in Guiyishan, takes care of everything, and sets off with the package.

The road is far away, Guiyi Mountain is hundreds of miles away from the real cicada valley, Pang Qiushui raised a white-winged eagle eagle in Guiyi Mountain, but unfortunately the eagle is only a little more than a year old this year, and it can't be ridden yet.

The eagle eagle stood on the ground about half a person tall, and the strength was not enough to support one person.

Pang Qiushui then rode there, carrying the red blood sword and package on his back.

Non-stop, at noon, arrived at Jinjia Town, casually went to a noodle stall, ordered a bowl of three fresh noodles, and ate it.

The hat on his head was not taken off, and the dignified martial arts alliance leader was known to everyone in the rivers and lakes.

If you take off the hat, you will definitely be known, this trip is confidential, in case you are followed, it will be a failure, although Pang Qiushui knows that the place of the real cicada valley may be known, but one more person is better than one less, it is better to be careful.

After eating noodles and paying the money, I went to the post station to change a horse, and the change of horse is to temporarily foster my horse here, and take away a horse from the post station, but you have to pay a deposit, and the amount of the deposit depends on the time of changing horses.

The time of changing horses is calculated from the beginning of the horse change to the end of the next post station to change horses again, and there is a connection between the post stations.

Although Pang Qiushui doesn't care about money, he cares about time, and delaying time will only make the chance of failure of this trip greater.

When he arrived, Pang Qiushui reached the boundary of a town, and even if he continued to move forward, he would not be able to reach the next market tonight, which meant that he could not stay in the store, and if he stopped and waited until dawn tomorrow to set off, it would be too much time wasted.

After hesitating, Pang Qiushui decided to move forward in the dark, and if he couldn't catch up with the town, he would sleep in the wilderness for one night, in order to get the cicada, he could still eat this bit of bitterness.

Pang Qiushui rode the horse again, and after nearly two hours, he really couldn't move on, the horse couldn't bear it anymore, even if the horse could eat it, the horse couldn't see at night.

Not to mention himself, he was already exhausted, Pang Qiushui found that there was a slight fire in front of him, so he led the horse and walked over slowly, it turned out to be a dragon temple.

The temple may have been built for a short time, or it may have been renovated, but in short, the temple is very new, the temple is not big, and it is surrounded by burning candles.

There is no need for candles during the day, which means that the candle is lit at night, and it also means that the person who lit the candle has just left, in fact, it can be seen from the length of the candle that the candle flame has just burned.

Who came to light the candles, and the candles were placed in an unusually neat position, which shows that the people who lit the candles were very pious.

It's easy to find out who lit the candles, they don't burn for long, and someone will come again.

Pang Qiushui felt a little hungry, and after thinking of being hungry, Pang Qiushui immediately set his eyes on the Eight Immortals table at the front desk.

As expected, the table of the Eight Immortals was full of all kinds of sweets, these sweets were made of noodles, there were cakes, cakes and dumplings, Pang Qiushui knew that these noodles were used to sacrifice to the heavens and gods.

Especially dumplings, the commemorative significance is greater, farmers will make dumplings every New Year's Festival, before not eating, put a bowl first, put it on the grinding plate, used to sacrifice to the gods, can also be placed on the stool, but put it on the stool, need to light a candle.

The bowl contains 12 dumplings, which means that the farmers have dedicated the 12 months of the year to God, and it also means that God will bless the weather in December.

Pang Qiushui visually inspected the dumplings in front of him, there were about a dozen of them, and it was obvious that these noodles were all fresh.

In addition to pasta, there is also a roast chicken, a roast pig's head, a jar of unopened wine, and in addition to all kinds of fruits, there are crystal clear grapes, red apples, yellow bananas, and best of all, watermelons to relieve the heat in summer.

It seems that this dragon temple is not dedicated to the masters of the Buddhist family, because the Buddhist family cannot eat meat, let alone drink, but there is indeed chicken, meat and wine on the table.

Pang Qiushui looked up, seven or eight places behind the table, sure enough, there was a statue of a god, a dragon head and a human body, probably one of the dragon kings of the four seas, Pang Qiushui was not sure, he did not study this aspect, but it was certain that the dragon temple must be dedicated to the dragon god.

Pang Qiushui wanted to eat the food in front of him, but he felt bad, and there were still some rice crackers in his package, but the water and wine were drunk all the way.

The most important thing is to eat and drink well, eat the rice crackers you bought at the market first, and then eat them if they are not enough.

At this time, Pang Qiushui thought of the horses under the trees outside the temple, he cut a few handfuls of hay with his sword, and sent them to the horses, because there were too many mosquitoes, the horses kept sweeping with their tails, and Pang Qiushui returned to the temple after being ready.

Pang Qiushui opened the dusty wine jar, there was still a lot of dry mud around the wine jar, but he didn't care, as long as the wine inside was clean, the worshippers were so pious, they shouldn't take out bad wine.

Pang Qiushui took a big sip, the wine power was not too big, it was ordinary rice wine, since the wine power was not big, Pang Qiushui drank half of it, and gave the rest to the horses.

After eating the rice crackers, Pang Qiushui didn't feel hungry anymore, so he didn't move the food in front of him.

Pang Qiushui took off the hat, then lay down and put the hat on his head, after all, the candle was bright, it was difficult to sleep, and the hat could shade the light.

The bottom of the body is a thick futon, and it is also very comfortable to lie down, and it is good to have an unrestrained day, so you don't have to hold it every day, and you can lie down without meditating when you are resting.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and the candle was shining brightly now, it shouldn't be the person who lit the candle, even if it was the person who lit the candle, there was no need to be in such a hurry.

This is clearly the feeling of being chased, and the next sound of horses' hooves seems to confirm Pang Qiushui's thoughts, Pang Qiushui looked through the window, and sure enough, there were a group of horsemen with torches in the distance, they stepped on the grass, and gradually approached the Dragon Temple.

Pang Qiushui stood up and brought his hat back on, when a monk staggered into the temple, or rather, fell into the temple, to be exact.

He entered the temple with his left foot, but his right foot was mixed with the threshold, and he planted his head on a round futon, but fortunately he hit something soft, otherwise his brain would have blossomed.

The monk's front was stained with blood, and in addition to a few sword wounds on his body, there was also a sword piercing through his body, but it didn't stab the vital point, otherwise he wouldn't be able to run like this.

In addition to this, his face was bleeding as well.

Seeing that there was no place to hide, the monk planned to go out, but it seemed that he could not go out from the pursuers, and only a fool would hit the knife edge.

The monk slowly knelt on the ground, as if waiting for the arrival of death.

Pang Qiushui was suddenly stunned, Pang Qiushui recognized this person, this monk was the monk he saw in the Demon Dragon Cliff yesterday, if even he was injured like this, it can be seen that the person who chased and killed was not ordinary.

Pang Qiushui thought about it, it shouldn't be, the sword wounds on the monk's body are all caused by ordinary attacks, although there are a few places where the sword of luck is used, but it can be seen that the internal strength is by no means a top-class master, and the monk's cultivation can still deal with these martial artists.

What's even more strange is that the monk was seriously injured, why didn't he quickly heal his injuries and recover his true qi, but instead sat back and waited to die.

Pang Qiushui thought about it, and finally understood, yesterday in the Demon Dragon Cliff, the two of them had a palm, it must have been that palm, he disrupted the monk's true qi and broke several of his meridians, although he saved his life, but his martial arts were not as good as before.

He was hunted down, it must have something to do with yesterday's Jiaolong, or something to do with the cicada.

If it is related to Jiaolong, then he can't help him, because of yesterday's incident, he also knows, and he can't get out of the relationship, although the person who is chasing and killing, he doesn't care about it, but wrestling with pigs, he will only splash himself in mud, he doesn't want to wade into this troubled water.

If it is related to the cicada, he will have to make a move, kill the pursuer, and then force out the location of the cicada, after all, the cicada is just his own speculation in the real cicada valley, and the real location is not clear to himself.

Pang Qiushui suddenly hesitated again, what if the monk didn't say anything, the pursuers injured him like this, and it seemed that he didn't succeed.

In the end, how to solve this matter, then take a gamble, bet that the monk knows the location of the cicada, as for how to deal with the monk and then think about it, everything has changed, kill the pursuer, maybe the monk will know the favor and report it, and directly say the location of the cicada.

Perhaps the reason why the monk did not let the killers succeed was because he was afraid that they would kill people after they knew the truth.

At this time, the killer had already rushed into the temple, and they saw the monk kneeling on the ground, and also saw Pang Qiushui with a hat.

"Anyone who has nothing to do is fine, we still have important things to do. The leader said, the man was tall and strong, with a dark complexion, and he held a long sword that was a foot longer than an ordinary saber.

However, the cultivation of martial arts has nothing to do with height, and it has little to do with weapons.

I can't care so much, so I will take care of a few martial artists in front of me first, and then ask the monk.

"You bully more and less, as a righteous person, I won't see death without help, I don't want to do anything with you, you better leave quickly, otherwise the weapon in my hand will not be able to stand it!" Pang Qiushui said.

Why is this voice so familiar, the monk raised his head and looked at the face under Pang Qiushui's hat, after reading it, he felt more familiar, and remembered that it was the farmer he met in the Demon Dragon Cliff yesterday, and when the monk was talking,

Among the killers, one of them also recognized Pang Qiushui, "It turned out to be the master of the Pang League, and the Ming people don't do dark things, do you have anything to do with this monk?"

The monk only fully woke up this time, it turned out that the person he saw yesterday and today was really the same person, and it was Pang Qiushui, the current leader of the martial arts alliance, no wonder he saw his eyebrows and eyes yesterday very much like someone.