"I'm also a little dizzy, and there's obviously something wrong with that. Ling Muyu thought and said: "I have seen the old abbot of Yongquan Temple, but he is not in retreat, even if there is really a master I don't know who is practicing in retreat, then the traveler knocked on the door so noisily before, it stands to reason that there should have been a disciple who came to coax him to leave, but after the door was closed, there was no movement inside. These black-clothed people looked at the martial arts were not low, and the merchant-like man was staggering, he said that he hadn't eaten well for a few days, but it was difficult to judge whether he would be martial arts or not. Ling Muyu tightened the long sword behind him, but suddenly thought:

"Not true. Ling Muyu suddenly remembered when he was following that person before, "The bag he carried, the things on it, although it was not clear in the dark night, and he was still tightly wrapped in cloth, but now looking at the shape, it matches the sword." ”

Ling Muyu saw that in the direction of the two groups of people, in front of him was the deep mountains and dense forests where he hunted tigers during the day, so he was not in a hurry, and started light work, so he followed.

Ling Muyu was injured, and the black-clothed people in front of him were also extremely cautious, so Ling Muyu only hung far behind, not daring to approach. But I saw five black-clothed people, either left or right, always following behind the merchant. Ling Muyu had already recognized it at this time, "Four of them are obviously the 'East China Sea Travel' style of the Shandong Penglai faction, presumably they should be the teachers of Penglai, could it be that this group of people and the merchants are friends from the north?"

Ling Muyu was thinking like this, when he suddenly heard the sound of swords colliding in front of him, and it was obvious that the two groups of people had already exchanged hands. Although Ling Muyu didn't know what to do, he had already decided that the untitled poem in his arms was made by the merchant, so he naturally felt that he was not a bad person. "Come forward and take a look, so deliberate, relying on more to win, and secretly attacking, there must be something hidden in it. Since I hit it, even if I have injuries on my body, I can't sit idly by. But he didn't care that he might be discovered, so he tried to find out so lightly.

Ling Muyu listened to the sound and found that the location where the two groups of people were fighting happened to be the place where the mountain stream not far from the Tiger Cave was found during the day. He crouched in the grass and slowly approached, pushing aside the thick grass, and saw seven people standing on the bank of the stream in front of him. Six of them were dressed in black, covered with black cloths, and could not see their faces. Six people finished the font, and one person was surrounded in the center.

The person who was surrounded was the merchant who Ling Muyu had followed for a long time before, claiming that he had not eaten well for a few days, and was turned away from the gate of Yongquan Temple. Ling Muyu had already seen the appearance of this person clearly with the help of the moonlight at this time, looking at a man in his thirties, with a tall figure, although he was wearing messy and dirty traveler's clothes, but he couldn't hide the scholarly spirit of a well-read person all over his body, and there was a hidden heroic spirit between his eyebrows, which was not to be underestimated. At first glance, Ling Muyu felt that he was dwarfed by it, far inferior. Right now, the package behind him has been knocked to the ground, Ling Muyu expected it to be good, it was indeed a sword, it was being held in the hand of the man at this time, the moonlight was sprinkled, shining on the blade, reflecting a little bit of fluorescence, obviously a peerless sword.

I don't know why, although I met for the first time, I don't know the origin of my life, and I don't even know anything, but after seeing this side, Ling Muyu has already decided: "The poems and texts I picked up by accident must have been made by this person, and this person must be very human." ”

Ling Muyu listened attentively and saw one of the men in black say: "Wang Bo'an! In the suburbs of Hangzhou before, I was lucky enough to be deceived by your plan to fake your death, so that you were able to escape from the waterway, I think you must have been proud for a long time. But the Prime Minister is powerful and resourceful, how can he let you turn out the palm of his old man's hand, tonight, here, is the place where your Lord Wang's soul returns. ”

"Phew!" Wang Bo'an scolded: "What is the internal minister who is not the internal minister, Liu Jin, the head of the eight national moths, is also worthy of being called the prime minister?

Before Wang Bo'an finished speaking, he saw that the black-clothed figure led by him suddenly moved, Wang Bo'an couldn't react, and a long blood mark had been left on his arm. "Lord Wang, let's put away your lofty posture, right now you are just a lost dog who is about to die in a foreign land. ”

Ling Muyu was observing and listening, and his head was racing and thinking: "The Eight Great Moths? Liu Jin? Could it be that what they said is Liu Jin, the eunuch who is the head of the Eight Tigers in the capital? In this way, these people are all from the capital, and they are the subordinates of Liu Gelding? Ling Muyu thought and looked at Wang Bo'an.

The leader also seemed to notice the sword in Wang Bo'an's hand at this time, and said: "Is this the sword of General Wei Ningbo Wang Yue during his lifetime? You are also a master who will never suffer losses, I heard that being sent to the Ministry of Works to assist in the construction of Wei Ningbo's tomb is your first errand after being lifted, you dare not be profitable early, and you are greedy for other people's swords, and I really admire you in the future." ”

"Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, and the hearts and insights of villains such as you are disdainful of justification. That Wang Bo'an said awe-inspiringly, as if the blood that was slowly flowing on his arm was not his own. "Right and wrong, a young history commented. You don't need to say much, just do it. Although Shouren's life is not enough, the path of a saint has not been completed, and I will not easily die at the hands of villains such as you. As he spoke, the long sword in his hand was awe-inspiring.

With a wave of the leader's right hand, the five of his men willingly besieged Wang Bo'an together. The five of them each held swords and fought with Wang Bo'an, Ling Muyu saw that Wang Bo'an was actually good at martial arts, and his martial arts were not weak, but the moves he used were unseen and unheard of, and they were not in any of the martial arts known to Ling Muyu, but the moves were exquisite, no less than the first-class swordsmanship in the martial arts.

Although Wang Bo'an's swordsmanship is wonderful, it seems that he has not eaten for a long time as he said, and between swinging his sword and retreating, he seems a little weak, and gradually he only has the ability to parry, and has no power to fight back, and he is surrounded by five people in the center, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated and killed.

Ling Muyu only felt that this person's name was very familiar at this time, but after all, he was only a person from the rivers and lakes, and he basically didn't know anything about the bureaucrats in the capital, so he didn't know where this person in front of him was. "No matter who he is, I can't watch a good official die at the hands of a gelding dog like this, but these five people are not weak in martial arts, with one enemy and five, even if I am not injured, I am afraid that I am not an opponent, not to mention that at this time I am injured and the person who is the leader has not made a move. But Wudang disciple, it is the duty to be chivalrous and righteous, if you know that you are invincible, you will turn a blind eye and retreat, what kind of Wudang disciple is it, what I did on Ailao Mountain has already disgraced the master, this is not half a day, Ling Muyu, Ling Muyu, do you want to lose the face of the master again?"

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