Li Xiangru was in the chaotic crowd, desperately drilling forward, the third prince of Zhu was too mysterious in his mind, in his young heart, he always felt that he was like a god, and he really wanted to see what he looked like in his mind. Moreover, for him, his father and mother are also in prison, life and death are uncertain, and he has a bit of sympathy with the third prince of Zhu, so he has infinite sympathy for him. Seeing that the people at the scene were all rushing to the execution table in chaos, his heart suddenly became excited, hoping that the more chaotic the better, it would be better for the third prince of Zhu to be rescued.

The scene was crowded, no less than tens of thousands of people, he was thin and small, flexible in action, bowed his head in the crowd and drilled around, one moment from the armpit of others, one moment from other people's waists, and even from other people's crotches, he made this way: "my waist", that said: "Hey, why is there someone under me." Frightened, when others reacted, he had already fled elsewhere, when this situation, people crowded, people slammed, it was a normal thing, others looked at him as a child, at most scolded: "This monkey cub." "I won't be serious with him.

In this way, Li Xiangru is not too far from the execution platform, but it is still forty or fifty zhang away, only listening to the buzzing of the crowd, like countless bees picking flowers and foraging, calling friends to accompany them, what is said on and off the stage can not be heard clearly, nor can I hear, Li Xiangru raised his head vigorously, only to see that the black pressure is all human heads, one by one, and the fishing eagle who returned late from Dianchi Lake. One by one, they hid in the reeds, revealing only their small black heads.

He struggled forward, shouting, "Borrow light, borrow light." At this time, he heard someone cursing, someone crying, someone waving his arms, and someone shouting, "Let the third prince Zhu go." Another humanitarian: "Ao worships this tens of millions, even a pot-bellied woman will not let go, he will definitely be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell after his death, and he will definitely be reincarnated as a pig and a dog in the next life." When Li Xiangru heard the words "pot-bellied woman", he was very strange in his heart, thinking that the third prince of Zhu was actually a woman. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem right. Only a few cannon shots were heard, which were deafening, and then someone chanted something aloud on the stage.

At this time, someone in the crowd became angry, which ignited the anger in the hearts of the Han people, and the people present immediately boiled. Li Xiangru said in his heart: "I'm going to behead the third prince of Zhu, if I don't get closer, I can't even see what he looks like, wouldn't it be for nothing." Thinking of this, he said, "Let me, please let me." "Although others are small, they also have a certain function at this time, and inadvertently exert force, and some people will be squeezed around. Here I only heard someone shouting loudly, and when I looked up, I saw a group of masked people shouting and leaping to the stage from the crowd, holding swords in their hands, which turned out to be robbing the Dharma field.

Li Xiangru was inexplicably excited in his heart, his heart jumped suddenly, and he only faintly saw that the masked man was cutting and killing on the stage, wanting to save the third prince Zhu. The crowd took advantage of the situation to stir, and all of them rushed to the front of the stage, shouting and denouncing, demanding that the third prince Zhu be released.

Li Xiangru is like a tidal wave of people, his thin body is like a piece of floating leaves, with the ups and downs of the crowd, suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, suddenly to the east, and suddenly to the west. Even the roots of his feet are unsteady.

He suddenly remembered Elder Qi and the others, but there were so many people, they had long been separated, and where could they still be found. But he still shouted loudly: "Elder Qi, Elder Qi." His childish voice has long been drowned out by the noise of the crowd, like the chirping of mosquitoes, who will hear it. He only felt that his ears were buzzing, and he called out a few more times, "Elder Jin, Elder Ma, Brother Song", and looked around in the crowd, there were countless faces, but none of them were recognized. He knew it was useless to scream. Simply stop screaming. At this time, I only faintly heard the sound of weapons ringing with each other, the sound of killing, and shouting from the stage.

He pondered: "I wonder if that group of masked heroes rescued the third prince of Zhu?" At this time, the crowd in front of the stage clashed with the Qing soldiers and guards under the stage, and there was a great chaos on and off the stage. The Qing soldiers slashed and killed the crowd with knives and guns, and in a short time they killed and injured many people. The angry people also rushed forward, punching and kicking those Qing soldiers, Li Xiangru was caught in the crowd, and almost fell several times, he saw many people falling, being trampled to death by the chaotic crowd, trampling and injured, screaming again and again. He saw with his own eyes a boy about his age, who fell to the ground, was trampled alive and couldn't get up, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and even his stomach and intestines protruded. This scene made him tremble. I panicked in my heart, and thought, "If I'm going to be squeezed and trampled to death, I'd better leave quickly!"

But the flow of people came like a tide, he just turned around and took two steps, then he was pushed back by the flow of people behind, and almost fell to the ground, in the rush he slipped his body, leaned on the person behind, staggered two steps, and then stood on the ground. Suddenly remembered: "I learned a lot of martial arts, how did I forget." Thinking of this, I was happy in my heart, closed my eyes, only used my hands to explore the way in the crowd, and unfolded the "three ways to escape" taught by Lu Jiutong, three steps to the left, one step to the right, three steps diagonally, the footwork is magical, in the dense crowd, Li Xiangru closed his eyes, meditated on footwork, and stepped out according to the footwork, and every step was just right, not touching a person, not hitting a person, not hurting a person, often stepping out in the most unexpected place, and that place often left a gap, just enough to accommodate his thin body to stand.

He walked through the surging crowd, like a ghost, his body swayed, but he gradually approached the execution platform, and he was still twenty or thirty feet away from the execution platform. The closer to the execution platform, the more tragic the sound of the fight, Li Xiangru did not dare to open his eyes, once he opened his eyes and saw that there were people everywhere, in a panic, the steps he took would be disordered, and it would be difficult to move an inch. As if in a dream, he approached the execution table step by step according to the pace of the "Three Ways to Escape".

Although there are only three moves in the "Three Moves of Escape", each move contains thirty-six kinds of footwork, a total of one hundred and eight steps, which is really a miracle of one-step martial arts. Li Xiangru walked through the crowd, like a thin butterfly, even though the crowd was chaotic, no one could hurt him, no one could hit him, and he would not bump into others. Li Xiangru often used this escape method to escape for his life, often only in the third, Five people up to a dozen people under the siege or pursuit of the cast, a try, really received a miraculous effect, and with this set of footwork do not know how many strong enemies to dodge, escaped several disasters, but also rely on this set of footwork in the beggar gang of the assembly to occasionally seize the position of the acting gang leader, this set of footwork has also been appreciated, but never tried in this dense crowd, now try, the effect is better than the few people when the width is good, the effect can be described by the supernatural, the joy in the heart is really indescribable, ecstatic, simply closed his eyes, no longer pay attention to foreign objects, not to mention how many people around him, not to mention not want to be injured by the Qing soldiers' swords and guns, only to expand the footwork in the crowd of swimming, like a slippery swimming fish, advancing and retreating closer, twisting and turning, straight to the execution table.

When he was at ease, he only heard the screams of the people beside him, and the sound of swishing kept passing by his ears, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to see that the feather arrows were soaked in black like raindrops from the sky towards himself and the people around him.