Shen Shi, Zhu Bao rented more horses, and bought some dry food from the store, and the four of them plus the monk Tongkuo, without delay, set off together to Baotan.

From Jiu Shao to Zhan Tan, if you don't stop, it only takes three hours to arrive.

At night, the moon perches on the branches, the four horses put their hooves, and the dust runs.

Tongkuo monk is not good at fist and foot kung fu, nor is he good at horseback riding, but he is also happy, slowly walking at the end, chanting all the way, the sound is like a bird, there is no dull perfunctory like ordinary monks.

A few people were hurrying on their way when they heard a muffled sound.

The monk didn't know it, his eyes tightened, and he fell off the horse, pounced, and fell firmly. Fortunately, he was clever, he didn't care about the pain, he didn't have time to be stunned, he supported the ground with his palms, and drank in a deep voice: "Amitabha!"

When the four people in front heard the sound, they tightened the reins, and when they turned around, they borrowed the moonlight, and they had seen seven or eight figures, masked in black clothes, surrounded by the same body, and everyone held a long rope in their hands, waving it on the top of their heads for half a moment, and they were already reaching out with a straight arm, and threw the rope head with force.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhu shouted when he saw this. The voice fell, the left palm touched the fire fold in the arms, the two fingers of the right hand clamped two silver needles, the firelight together, the silver needles flew out immediately, divided to the left and right, and the two rope heads towards its horse's legs were threaded on the needles, between the whiskers, when the two sounds, the two ropes were already nailed to the trunks of the trees beside the left and right roads for silver needles.

Song Yougu's reaction was also fast, his body leaned back, the folding fan was not opened, and his eyes and hands hit the two rope heads back and forth, breaking the shackles.

Xu Liuliu left a sideways look, saw that there was no human figure on the back of the war horse, this side set his heart slightly, his legs were open, flat on both shoulders, and he turned his body over for half a week with his strength, and his arms reached forward, holding the head of the rope in his palm;

Seeing this, Zhu Miao and Song Yougu shook their eyebrows and sighed lightly, but they also ran to the rear.

Several masked people were not ambiguous, and immediately threw the long rope, and the three fingers of the right hand of the first person were slightly bent, looking like both tiger fingers and eagle claws, and with a light snort, they went towards Xu Liuliu.

Xu Liuliu's eyelids tightened, and when his feet landed, he immediately danced with the long rope in his palm, and quickly pointed to fight with the man. When the remaining masked people saw that Zhu Mo and Song Yougu had arrived, they stepped forward and surrounded them.

"This is good, Tong Kuo recited the auspicious mantra to eliminate disasters, I'm afraid it's a Laoshizi false scripture! The auspiciousness has not arrived, but the disaster is real!" Song Yougu made a bitter face, his voice did not fall, and he lifted the tail of his robe, and the folding fan was already hitting the neck of a masked man in front of him.

Seeing the two masked men attacking left and right, this side took out a soft sword from the waist, the hilt trembled slightly, and heard the sword body resonating to itself, and the sound was loud, scraping the ear bones; Zhu Cover took a half step back, and the soft sword was already wrapped around the masked man's arm on the left side of his body, and saw that his right knee was raised high, and he wanted to kick Zhu Cover's lower abdomen, but Zhu Cover's left arm was just propped up on his knee, and his wrist turned slightly, and a silver needle was quietly inserted into his knee and eye point, and at the same time, his body rose up with force, and his hind foot was kicking the nose bone of another masked man.

The two of them suffered a loss, and they both snorted and took a few steps back, but they put their fingers to their lips and whistled secretly.

"Not good. Zhu covered his heart and thought about it, his chin was slightly retracted, and he looked around vigilantly, and sure enough, he saw that there were many masked people pouring out of the forest, and if he roughly calculated, he was afraid that there were more than thirty or fifty people.

Song Yougu was dragging the three masked people, and when he saw the three fists coming, they went to Song Yougu's door, heart, and waist. Song Yougu screamed in his heart, brushed it, opened the fan, smashed his arm back, but fanned his waist, blinked his eyebrows, but the whole person had been divided into muscles and bones, twisted into a snake, and avoided three punches at a time, and the fist style was only two inches away from the key points.

The three people did not panic, took a big step back, and at the same time performed sweeping legs; Song Yougu pointed to the ground with both feet, lifted his body, crossed his legs, exerted force on his waist, and leaned back at the same time, so he heard three pops, and his two feet had already stepped on the two masked people's Baihui points, a folding fan had been collected, and the fan body was pressed down on the top of the other person's head, and the three people were directly taught to kneel on the ground, and Song Yougu's whole person was lying on his back face up, which could not only rest for a while, but also suppressed the three people so that they could not move.

At this time, a few people heard the neighing of the horse in front of them, and before they could move, there was a crisp sound in their ears, and several people stared at their eyebrows, and saw that there were three or five masked people, standing in front of the horse, with three fingers into a claw-shape, pinching the horse's head, and the fast horses were even unable to sing, and they brushed their bodies to one side and fell to the ground and died suddenly.

"Compassion...... Compassion refers to?" Song Yougu swallowed and said softly.

Zhu Bao was a little closer to Song Yougu, his figure flashed, and he had already sealed the acupoints of the three people under Song Yougu with a silver needle, and then he faced Song Yougu and asked: "Compassion refers to it? That's a Zen live door stunt." ”

Song Yougu was about to respond, Yu Guang had seen several masked people running to him, his body spun, got down from the three people, and landed on his feet, and saw a masked man turn around and put his hands on the shoulders of his companions behind him, and his palms were opened, but his legs were twisted together.

"It's not over yet!" Song Yougu's dantian sank, and with the force on his wrist, he flew the folding fan out. Unexpectedly, before the folding fan touched the masked man, a long whip flew in, and it firmly rolled the masked man's ankles, and when he lifted and pulled, he threw the man out of Zhangyuan, and immediately relieved Song Yougu's distress.

Song Yougu frowned and took a closer look, and saw that not far away, Wen Renzhan was sitting on a branch, and the long whip was held in his right palm.

Song Yougu couldn't help but be overjoyed, raised his palm, and wanted to put the turning fan into his hand, his lips opened slightly, and he laughed loudly: "Little slippery head, thanks to your thoughts." ”

The voice fell, but he felt an itch in his palm, as if someone breathed lightly, lowered his eyebrows, and saw that he had heard the long whip of the war, and then rolled the folding fan and left.

"You loach, you are so shameless!" Wen Ren Zhan wrapped the long whip, held the folding fan with the other hand, and with a snort, he jumped down from the tree and landed directly on the shoulder of a masked man beside him.

"The vertical elephant is the Buddha country! You villain, if you don't respect the Buddha and worship the Buddha, you have to bully the monks like this! Your face is thicker than that loach!"

At this time, Xu Liuliu still started the masked man fighting in one place, and he also heard Song Yougu mention it with Zhu Bao, and now he saw that the masked man's claws were angry, making the evil violent, and he already knew in his heart: I am afraid that this person is also the mercy finger of practice!

The masked people next to him were accumulating more and more, and Zhu Bao and the other four people had gathered together and were surrounded by them.

Tongkuo was trembling and getting up, under the moonlight, his face was pale and weak, and while he thanked Wenren for fighting, he couldn't stop chanting Amitabha.

Song Yougu was upset when he heard this, and shouted: "Monk, if you don't stop talking, this son will knock you out believe it or not!"

Zhu Bao didn't care much, and the silver needles were fired a few times, and he saw that the masked man who was going to fight against Xu Liuliu was forced to retreat a few steps, but he couldn't stop dozens of people from coming forward one after another.

If you don't defeat these wicked men tonight and flee on your own, you will have to be lambs to the slaughter, and you will have to be left to the flesh of men.

Song Yougu looked at Zhu Bao, and then swept away the battle again, and said lightly: "Fight." The voice fell, and he paced two steps slowly, but he was in front of Xu Liuliu.

When the rest of the people heard this, they all breathed a long sigh, and each tightened the weapons in their palms, turned their backs to each other and formed a circle, surrounding the monk in the innermost, and then put their feet forward, wanting to break the cauldron and sink the boat.

Seeing this, Tong Kuo didn't care about the pain in his body, took a seat on the spot, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures silently.

Facing the tea kung fu, Zhu covered his ears Guo shook, smelled a slight sound in the dense forest, opened his lips, and before reminding the rest of the people to be careful, he saw dozens of black-clothed masked people slowly flying down from the top of the trees in the forest, and said secretly in his heart: Now these dozens of people are difficult to deal with, and there are so many comes, the wheels are fighting, and they are tired to death, where is the chance of winning?

Song Yougu looked left at Xu Liuliu, and right at Wen Renzhan, raised his palm to support his forehead, and muttered in a low voice: "Humanity is the death of peony flowers, and it is also romantic to be a ghost...... It's better to bite the bullet in the first place...... Then death can save two lives in one fell swoop!"

Wen Renzhan couldn't understand the meaning of Song Yougu's words, so he took a sip of his cheek at him, and responded: "If you want to die, you die!" This girl hasn't found my father yet, and secondly, she can't see her master now, this girl's road to the rivers and lakes has just begun, how can she die?"

Zhu Shu and Xu Liuliu were speechless, swallowing their saliva, and the look on their faces became colder.

After half a bag of cigarettes.

Those masked people flew from the top of the tree, but they didn't pay attention to Zhu Bao and the others, but fought in one place with the group of masked people in the ambush forest at the beginning. Because both parties are wearing night clothes, and there are no special marks on their bodies, there are still two or three accidental injuries, which makes the current scene even more messy.

Song Yougu's eyelids widened, and he changed his eyes with the rest of the people, and saw that everyone was unclear, so he lowered his eyebrows sideways, and said directly behind him: "Little monk, quickly read your scriptures carefully!"