There is no banquet in the world, so Liu Tugou found a reason for himself to leave.

If you don't leave, I'm afraid you can't help but stay for the old man Wang to send him to the end, God knows which tendon is wrong for this shrewd old man who has been shrewd for most of his life, and he will have a lot of blue eyes on the second master, and he will sigh again and again after saying a few words, and he will almost cry and wipe his tears.

This kind of sudden warm friendship that Liu Tugou never expected really flattered him.

However, since he has set foot in the rivers and lakes, he has completely lost his relationship with such ordinary happiness, and if he can't get nostalgic, it will only bring death to Old Man Wang.

That Golden Dao Wei family is not a kind and reasonable court, how do you know that it will not kill a horse pistol? While it is not deeply involved with the old king, it is only right to leave early.

He didn't ride a horse, let Ah Wei follow behind him, and walked out of the east city gate in a hurry.

After carefully confirming that no one was watching, Liu Tugou quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and he was really impressed by Wei Bian in his heart.

Nothing happened, Liu Erye laughed, and suddenly ran wildly.

He didn't even use his aura, he just relied on his increasingly inhuman and strong body, and he ran heartily.

The road ahead is full of unknowns, and we must always rely on the young footsteps to measure inch by inch.

The weather is cold, it is not easy to travel, and there are not many people going east out of the city as usual, but there is a very abnormal stream of cars and horses and pedestrians going west. A little inquiring reveals that most of these people are following in the footsteps of the red-clad priest.

The strange boy who has a horse but does not ride it, and gallops eastward against the flow of chariots and horses, is particularly conspicuous, attracting many curious eyes.

After running for thirty miles in one go, Liu Tugou, who was sweating profusely, stopped, and the muscles on his body were a little sore, soft and painful, but still full of surging strength.

This kind of power that comes from himself and can be completely controlled makes him love and trust more than the aura from outside, and it is also more satisfying.

He smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, silently running the aura that had been stuffed into the dantian qi sea before, and countless intoxicating warm currents were quickly covered with the meridians, skin and flesh around his body, connecting the bone marrow inside and the heaven and earth outside, which was simply fluttering.

Carefully savoring the flow of internal and external aura, Liu Tugou couldn't help but recall the dangerous confrontation with the divine aura.

He suddenly turned his head and looked far away to the west, out of sight.

......

In the distance, on the official road to the west, the iron rider is like a dragon, and the armor is dazzling.

In the lush Changge bushes, a two-horse bronze chariot slowly moved forward.

On the chariot stood a red-clothed priest of the Ceres Temple wearing a big red dragon and tiger stripe robe, and his hideous golden mask had been removed, revealing a face that was too young compared to his Xuan He's status.

He looked like he was not yet in his prime, with a well-proportioned figure, a confident and peaceful smile, and a body that exuded the wisdom and tranquility that only a virtuous elder could conceive, and with his still vigorous face, his temperament was contradictory and charming.

The young and promising red-clothed priest held the reins lightly in his left hand, and tapped the bronze railing in front of him rhythmically with his right index finger, looking at the west with a deep eye.

The warrior in the big red armor always stood beside the red-clad priest, still covering his face with a golden mask. The ornate silver bow that had been carried behind his back was taken by him in his hand, and he gently plucked the bowstring with his slender but surprisingly powerful fingers.

"Boom...... Whew......"

The bow body is shaped like two dragons grabbing pearls, and the bowstring is made of unknown materials, and there is an unusually crisp and loud trilling sound between tightening and loosening.

As the red-armored warriors played the harp, the sound of the bowstrings formed a simple and unique tune.

If you look closely, you will find that every tap of the red-clothed priest on the side is struck on the beat of the bowstring tune, and if the two are in harmony, they complement each other.

As an elite forbidden army specializing in the honor guard of the Son of Heaven, Jin Ge Jiawei is accustomed to forming a strict phalanx for foot combat, but in fact, the level of cavalry combat is also not low.

These dragon horses from Xihe County, Tengzhou, in the north, are tall and majestic, and have always been known for their fierceness and intelligence.

The whole team is immersed in a wonderful rhythm and becomes one.

At the end of the song, the red-armored warrior slammed the silver bow into a full moon, and slowly released it little by little.

"Ang ......"

The bowstring let out a long, deep dragon groan.

The red-clothed priest showed an admiring smile on his face, and said softly: "I heard that the Li family, a well-known condor archer in the Northland, has a set of arrows at the bottom of the box, called Divine String Song, how can Ji Nu care?"

Hearing this, the red-armored warrior put the silver bow back on his back, and was silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "Dijinu once swore in front of the high priest that in this life, regardless of enmity and hatred, he would not fulfill his own desires, and his heart and soul would return to the throne of God, and his body would be sacrificed. ”

The red-clothed priest smiled dumbly, pointed at Di Jinu and said: "If you are someone else, you must answer this kind of question without thinking, but you have to think about it carefully, no wonder there are always people who say that you have not strong beliefs, and you are not willing to be honest and obedient, and you are even more unwilling to abolish the original cultivation to practice "Gu Nerve", and persuade me to replace you." ”

Di Jinu didn't argue, but bowed his head slightly and said: "Lord Duanmu, in fact, the high priest knows that Di Jinu is first of all a retainer of the Duanmu clan, and becoming a temple warrior is still to repay the boss for saving his life. ”

Regarding the loyalty shown by the powerful warrior in front of him, the red-clothed priest surnamed Duanmu was noncommittal, but sighed instead: "Originally, we should have hurried away, but now we have to preside over those lavish and difficult sacrifice ceremonies, in the final analysis, it is just a matter of profit. People have selfish desires, and compared with the great interests of the world, the interests of the temple are not selfish desires? If you don't fulfill your own desires, you can already be called a saint if you can do these four words.

He didn't continue, but changed his words: "Pei Dongting, who was originally unknown and unfavored in the West Lake Sword Palace, not only did he not collapse after escaping his life in the hands of the sword demon Wu Ersan, but he even broke through the realm with a bang, it is said that the lord of the Sword Palace, Bailiqing, not only accepted him as a closed disciple, but also said a comment that shook the rivers and lakes. ”

Even though he couldn't see the expression behind the golden armor, the red-clothed priest could still feel that he had succeeded in attracting Dietinu's heart.

Sure enough, Didinu asked, "What did Bailiqing say?"

"The West Lake is too big to accommodate the Dongting. ”

Didinus was silent.

"Do you know that Pei Dongting lost the first battle after being promoted to the rank of grandmaster, and he was defeated by an unknown swordsman in Ganzhou in the northwest? It is said that it was a young man who claimed to be the living king of Yama, Liu Tugou, and the second master of the sick tiger mountain, and he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although this is only circulated in a very small area, it is absolutely true. Zhou Tian Jianghu Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, you really don't want to see it with your own eyes?"

There was a hint of treachery in the smile on the face of the red-clad priest, who seemed to be happy to tease the reserved and mostly taciturn Dietinu.

"If it is a tiger, it should roar in the mountains and forests, if it is a dragon, it should dive into the sea, and the roc will flap its wings and soar for nine days. Although the temple is large, it will not be able to accommodate you. ”

Di Jinu held the silver bow on his back with his backhand, and said in a muffled voice: "Give the young master, this song of the dragon chanting of the sea, Ji Nu will only play it to the mountains and rivers of the world in the future." ”

"The little family is angry, why not all living beings?"

"Where the bowstring sounds, it is the place where the murder is done. Dead people are ignorant, and what can they hear!"