Chapter 17: The bamboo shoots become bamboos because of the fall, and the fish is the beginning of the dragon

"Slow down, ——!" a yin test howled like a ghost, as if ringing in the ears. In the distance, a group of people in green robes galloped towards the sand dunes, led by the old man like a ghost, the voice arrived, and the people had arrived. Everyone was so frightened that in the blink of an eye, they were in front of them - this ghost!

I saw the old way—half black, half white, the purple-red triangular eyes on the left side of the face, the right cheek was as white as tree bark, and the eyeballs rolled up and down, and there were no pupils.

The robes are mostly black, gray, and white, but this group of Taoists is a green robe. It's weird.

Among them, Qiu Chuji was even more shocked, this person had just shown his hand, and he was like a shadow. The distance of two miles is in a flash, and his skills not only far surpass his own, but also not under the four masters of the world, East Evil, West Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar. If the master is in the world, Wang Chongyang, may be able to fight.

"Without the permission of this Daoist, you can't marry anyone! Daoist has taken a fancy to it, and it is this Daoye's!" Yin Xi's voice came out, and everyone suddenly felt like a pinprick in their ears, and the pain was unbearable. Ghost-like people, ghost-like internal force!

Yin Lihua knew that today must be a dangerous situation, this ghost Dao man's skill is as unfathomable as an abyss, there is no need to talk nonsense, a pair of peacock feather light rods in his hand directly stabbed the ghost Dao man's eyes.

Yin Lihua is fast, and the ghost Dao people are faster. With a palm, the peacock feather was shattered, and the middle palm of Yin Lihua's front chest flew out a few feet away, and a bloody sword spurted out, and she fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Zhang Junbao was about to step forward, but was pulled by the third senior brother Yin Zhiping. The third disciple, Yin Zhiping, stepped forward quickly and said awe-inspiringly: "Bold Western Regions ghost Daoist, with my master Qiu Zhenren here, you will never be allowed to hurt my compatriots in the Great Song Dynasty!"

Qiu Chuji made a total of 21 people on his westward journey, including disciples Zhao Daojian, Yin Zhiping, Xia Zhicheng, Wang Zhiming, Zhang Zhisu, Song Daoan, Sun Zhijian, Song Defang, Yu Zhike, Ju Zhiyuan, Li Zhichang, Zhang Zhiyuan, Qi Zhiqing, Yang Zhijing, Zheng Zhixiu, Meng Zhiwen, He Zhiqing, Pan Dechong and other 18 people, as well as his righteous son Zhang Junbao and his disciple Sun Zhao Jiugu. Qiu Chuji is seventy-three years old, Zhao Daojian and Song Daoan are nearly sixty years old, Yin Zhiping and Li Zhichang are also about fifty years old, and the other fourteen disciples are all thirty or forty years old.

Qiu Chuji knew in his heart that Qiu Chuji himself and more than 20 disciples could not defeat the ghost Taoists. Since they are all Taoists, it is the best policy to solve the current crisis by discussing the Tao. Go to war. A soldier who surrenders without a fight, and a good man who is good!

Qiu Chuji whispered: "Stand down." ”

Yin Zhiping bowed and said, "Yes." Teach real people. "Retreat to the fuselage side of the mound.

"Hehe, you are Qiu Chuji. The ghost man's voice was contemptuous, but it was mixed with hatred.

Qiu Chuji took a step forward and said: "It is the poor road, please ask the senior master with a high surname." ”

Qiu Chuji estimated that this person was over eighty-five years old, cultivated evil skills, and his face was deformed and difficult to recognize. Qiu Chuji has cultivated deeply, and it will not be bad to see people here.

"Didn't your master Wang Chongyang tell you, Persian five-tone Taoist Pu Shougeng?" The ghost Taoist squinted and looked at Qiu Chuji as he spoke, already full of hatred.

Qiu Chuji said secretly: Not good. Today, I can't get over this hurdle. Master Wang Chongyang said that Wang Chongyang himself was defeated by this Persian five-tone Taoist Pu Shougeng. Pu Shou Geng, a Persian thief, was seriously ill and dying when he was a child, and was rescued by a merchant surnamed Da Song Dynasty, and brought back to Quanzhou in the Great Song Dynasty after being healed, and grew up in the Great Song Dynasty. This thief didn't want to repay the favor, but killed hundreds of my Song women. Back then, Wang Chongyang vowed to get rid of this thief, and he didn't want to be injured in the first battle. After combining the two swords with Lin Chaoying, the jade girl swordsmanship and the Quanzhen swordsmanship, the power increased several times, killing the thief on the top of Huashan and throwing his body in the valley. I didn't want this thief to die, he rushed to Huashan back then, to participate in the Huashan sword debate. Decades have passed, this thief has come out of the mountain, and there will inevitably be a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many women have been humiliated and died.

Qiu Chuji said sharply: "Thief Daoist, it is said that you are one or twenty years older than Poor Dao, and you should be called a senior. But you were killed by the Song people in the front, and the Song women were insulted and killed in the back. Like you, who is ungrateful, evil is better than a beast, a bearded old thief, and a young man, what face does he have in the world? Go back to your hometown in Persia immediately, and it is serious to wait for the end of your life. If the Great Song Wulin learns that you are not dead, he will definitely come to get rid of it immediately, and you will die in the wilderness, and there will be no place to bury you!"

"Hahaha-" Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist man, laughed wildly, showed his white teeth and said: "Back then, your master Wang Chongyang was still defeated by me, what kind of thing are you, talking about justice and evil with my old man? There is no distinction between justice and evil in the world, and whoever has a hard fist is righteous! Yue Fei was not righteous and was beheaded by Emperor Song in Fengbo Pavilion. Temujin fought non-stop, slaughtering tens of millions of people, so he occupied thousands of miles. It is enough to show who has a hard fist and who has the right to discuss justice or not. If you compete in force, the so-called martial arts, in the eyes of this Dao Master, are just a group of ants!"

"You ......" Qiu Chuji choked for a while, not knowing how to do it.

"Hmph-" Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist, sneered contemptuously: "Wang Chongyang was once a defeated general under the Dao Master, and it was only by combining his swords with Lin Chaoying that he injured the Dao on the top of Mount Hua and fell off the cliff. My enmity with the Quanzhen Sect is as deep as the sea. Today, he should have waved and killed all the real miscellaneous hairs of Er. However, this way was ordered by the Great Khan of Temujin to protect Er and others. The old man of this Dao will bypass the juniors for the time being, get out of the way quickly, and don't interfere with the cultivation of this Dao!"

Subsequently, the five-tone Taoist pointed at Yin Lihua.

Qiu Chuji said angrily: "There is a poor Dao in Ru Xiu!" As soon as his words fell, Zhang Junbao let out a strange cry and rushed up towards the Wuyin Dao people. He knew that he was facing an unimaginably powerful enemy, but he had no other choice, and the eldest husband had no choice but to sacrifice his life to fight to the death.

Qiu Chuji took a step forward and blocked in front of Zhang Junbao, fearing that Yizi would be killed by a move by the Wuyin Daoist. At this moment, Yin Lihua floated by like a ghost, picked up Zhang Junbao, and disappeared into the inn.

If the Wuyin Dao people wanted to pursue, Qiu Chuji rested in the middle. He blasted out with a palm, knocking Qiu Chuji back a dozen steps, staggering and almost falling. Qiu Chu's hand covered his chest, and black blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, presumably with serious internal injuries. The disciples jumped out and surrounded Qiu Chuji in the middle.

The Wuyin Dao people didn't care about anything else, the wind blew, and the people had already rushed into the inn and pursued Yin Lihua and Zhang Junbao.

Qiu Chuji was about to rush into the inn with a group of disciples, only to hear a rumbling explosion, and the continuous thunder seemed to shake the earth, and the explosion wave and fire rushed in. All of them were pushed more than a dozen feet away, and the injuries were not light. Qiu Chuji's young apprentice grandson Zhao Jiugu was cut of wood, passed through his chest, and died on the spot.

At this time, the inn had become a ruin, and a person crawled out of the ruins, it was Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist. His hair was scattered like felt, his face was as black as carbon, and his mouth could only be discerned by the bloodstains, and his half-turned eyes, blood still oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he could still distinguish his eyes.

The five-tone Taoist Pu Shougeng only had one breath left. Of the people at the scene, only Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist, brought a group of disciples and grandchildren who were far away from the explosion and were not affected by the explosion, and the rest were not lightly injured. Qiu Chuji and his disciples, who were the closest to the inn, were the most seriously injured.

If you start to do it, needless to say, when Qiu Chuji and the others are seriously injured, they will inevitably be strangled by the disciples of Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist.

Just as a group of green-clothed Taoists rescued Pu Shougeng, a five-tone Taoist, the dust rose in the distance, and the sound of horses' hooves knocked on the earth.

About 500 men and horses swept in like a whirlwind. Before getting closer, the middle-aged man at the head jumped off the horse first, and when he saw that the inn had been reduced to ruins, he hurriedly shouted: "Hua'er-Hua'er-" The middle-aged man didn't hear from him, and his mood became heavy. Eyes searched the ruins urgently. Approached and asked, "Which one is Qiu Zhenren?" ”

Zhao Daojian, a senior disciple of Qiu Chuji, hurriedly said: "Master Qiu Zhenren is here. ”

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Yin Shixiong has seen Qiu Zhenren. ”

The surname Yin is sparsely populated, and it must be Yin Lihua's father or uncle who appears here. Qiu Chuji guessed a rough idea.

Qiu Chuji sat in place, was supported by two disciples, nodded and said, "Forgive Poor Dao is seriously injured and can't return the courtesy." He turned his head again and said: Dao Jian, you tell the Yin officials what happened, and quickly search and rescue the two babies Junbao and Yin Lihua. ”

Let's not talk about the chaos outside, let's talk about Yin Lihua and Zhang Junbao.

Yin Lihua wrapped Zhang Junbao and ran into the inn. Yin Lihua triggered a mechanism, and immediately quickly entered a secret passage, and quickly ran into the depths with Zhang Junbao. Yin Lihua is well aware of the power of thousands of pounds of explosives, and the deeper she dives into the secret passage, the safer it is.

She still underestimated the destructive power of the explosives, and as the successive explosions rang out, the secret passage began to collapse back and forth. The two were about to be buried alive when a hole collapsed in the wall of the secret passage. didn't have time to think about it, Yin Lihua quickly engulfed Zhang Junbao and shot out and entered a vast space. The secret passage behind him collapsed with a bang, and he was buried in it by a fraction of a second.

Zhang Junbao lit the fire, and suddenly this was a large tomb. In the middle of the burial chamber is a huge coffin, the walls around it are covered with graphic murals, and the coffin is surrounded by a circle of oil lamps in the shape of a coffin. Zhang Junbao lit a number of oil lamps, and the tomb was illuminated.

What's wrong with your injury? Zhang Junbao was worried about Yin Lihua's injury, as for how to get out, he didn't think about it yet, and asked Yin Lihua softly.

Yin Lihua ate and laughed, and then covered her chest, chest pain hit, and the severity of the internal injuries was almost life-threatening.

After the pain subsided slightly, Yin Lihua said, "Do you start to know that you hurt my sister now?" ”

Zhang Junbao opened his mouth to say something, looking at Yin Lihua's shocking face so closely, but he didn't know how to say it, and finally held back a sentence: "Heal the injury quickly, or you won't be able to be a sister." ”

Yin Lihua grabbed Zhang Junbao and said, "My internal injuries are not light, and just now I ran away with my true qi in vain, hurting Zhenyuan." You hold me on, find a good place to go, and take a break. ”

Zhang Junbao helped Yin Lihua and went to the flat place on the other side of the tomb to let Yin Lihua sit down.

Yin Lihua said earnestly: "You look around for the exit first, I want to meditate to relieve the internal injuries first." "Hmm. Zhang Junbao responded and turned around to inspect.

At this time, Yin Lihua heard the horse's hooves shaking the earth, from far and near, and her heart was relieved. Called, "Come on." ”

Zhang Junbao walked over quickly and said, "Listen, there are a large number of horses outside. ”

Yin Lihua Yuese said: "It's my father and them, there is no need to find an exit, my father will definitely dig a secret passage and save us out." ”

Guided by Yin Lihua's Nine Yin True Qi, it quickly traveled in the bodies of the two. With the unimpeded flow of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the two of them were suddenly opened, and their skills were greatly improved. At this time, Zhang Junbao's skills were running smoothly, after the tempering of the Nine Yin True Qi, his body grew more than three inches taller, the corners of his mouth grew a mustache, and his face changed from handsome to heroic. Zhang Junbao, who was reborn, had a faint glowing body in the dark.

I don't know how long it has been, but there is a sound of non-stop digging, and someone has rescued me.

Lighting the oil lamp, the lives of the two have been connected, their hearts turn at will, and they are naturally no longer shy. Zhang Junbao pulled Yin Lihua and looked at the murals in the tomb one by one.