"Is it dead?" asked the tiger, no longer pursuing.

"It's hard to say. Zhuang Zejing said.

A black, shiny figure slowly stood up from the front, it was Xiang Tieyi. Chest, bursts of sharp pain under the ribs, the left neck was pulled out by Zhuang Zejing's sword A blood mark slowly oozes blood, the right neck hurts hotly, I don't know when the tiger clawed, I feel pain at this moment, in short, there is no place in the whole body that does not hurt.

"Good man. Tiger said. "It's a pity. ”

"Good kung fu. Xiang Tieyi slowly spit out three words, and there was a sharp pain in his back at this time, but it was Zhuang Zejing who stabbed a sword in his back and stabbed him in the back, this sword was extremely ruthless, extremely sharp, and Xiang Tieyi felt that this sword had pierced a layer of Xuanyi on his body. Under the joint efforts of these two people, Rao is body protection is that he has Xuanyi to protect his body, and he has the domineering and fierce body protection technique of 'Black Gold Hundred Refining Clothes', and I am afraid that it will not last long, because he has no power to fight back at all, and he can only be beaten.

"Tiger handsome, quick decision. Zhuang Zejing said.

"Good. The tiger responded, palmed together, and his fingers moved, and a cold glow appeared on his fingers.

"Feather ....."

Zhuang Zejing slowly closed his eyes, and his sword intent climbed.

Just when Zhuang Zejing's eyes were about to close, a smile suddenly flashed on Tieyi's face, and the two were slightly stunned.

"You've been tricked. He said to Tieyi. The two of them are restrained, their ears and eyes are a hundred times more sensitive, everything around them is as usual, and there is no master approaching, the two of them are deeply afraid that there is a plan to probe out, and the surroundings are still as usual, and when they react to the other party is boos and intimidation, they have already stepped forward to Tieyi, and in the blink of an eye, they have been a hundred steps away.

'Phew!' The tiger scolded, and took the lead in pursuing with all his might, several ups and downs have arrived behind Tieyi, the tiger rose again, grabbed it with one claw, and fell down to Tieyi in a flash, the tiger turned its claws into palms, and struck out with one palm, which was absolutely impossible to avoid in the state of exhaustion to Tieyi. The tiger suddenly noticed that there was a soft cloth in the palm of his hand, and he knew that he was in the middle of the plan, and hurriedly withdrew part of his strength, but it was a little late, and he flicked to the iron-clothed cloth, and he ran faster with the help of his strength, and Zhuang Zejing was intercepted by this sudden acceleration and flashed over.

"Chase!" Tiger He had thought that Xiang Tieyi, who had always been known for his hard encounter, became stronger when he was strong, and was desperately ruthless, would make this kind of trick that did not enter the stream, and he was a little angry for a while, and he did not wait for Zhuang Zejing to agree, and took the lead in chasing out, Zhuang Zejing was afraid that he would lose, so he chased after him.

One escaped and two chased, in the blink of an eye has run out of four or five miles, there are several residential courtyards in front, seeing that they are about to catch up, to the iron clothes suddenly vertical, jumping into the courtyard, the tiger hesitated slightly, the cloth was angry, jumped in, Zhuang Zejing sword intent back protection, sword qi with him, also jumped in.

The yard is not big, it is the yard of ordinary people's homes, the courtyard is empty, neither feeding chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, nor drying clothes, there is only one person standing under the door of the main house in the courtyard, this person's skin is black and shiny, it is Xiang Tieyi. At this moment, Xiang Tieyi almost ran out of strength, coughing in front of the door, he was carrying two stacked Xuanyi in his hands, there were several holes in the invulnerable Xuanyi that matched the width of Zhuang Zejing's sword, and a few chaotic palm prints on the chest knocked the Xuanyi to the ground and fell straight to the slag, which shows how powerful the tiger's claws and Zhuang Zejing's sword are.

Seeing that the Xuanyi in Xiang Tieyi's hand was two superimposed instead of one, Tiger and Zhuang Zejing couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in their hearts, knowing that the other party had already prepared, the two glanced at each other, and they both saw a meaning in each other's eyes - a quick decision. Suddenly, the cold light between the tiger's fingers reappeared, Zhuang Zejing's face sank, calm as water, the sword aura on the ancient sword was clear, such as immersion spring, such as frost, such as cold winter, the sword qi condensed but did not emit, the gas became more and more heavy, just like the water under the ice surface, we can never see how deep he is, only when the ice breaks to know its danger......

"Yan Er......" An old voice suddenly remembered, Zhuang Zejing was shocked, and Gu Jingwubo's expression suddenly changed, and then the tiger jumped towards the body of the iron coat and suddenly somersaulted backwards, there was an extra sword hole in the courtyard wall, and a cyan rag slowly fell in mid-air.

The door of the main house squeaked open, and a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer pushed a wheelchair and slowly drove out of the door, and on the wheelchair sat an old man in a black robe who had lost his legs, his right hand and only his left arm, the old man's face was sallow, and his expression was a little tired, and the middle-aged man who was pushing the wheelchair was the famous 'Yang Dao Alliance' leader Shao Mingqian.

Seeing the old man Zhuang Zejing hesitated, slowly put the sword back into the sheath, Shao Mingqian pushed the wheelchair to Zhuang Zejing, Zhuang Zejing took two steps back, the wheelchair followed two steps, Zhuang Zejing lowered his head to the side, the wheelchair stopped beside him and did not move, the old man smiled and looked at Zhuang Zejing, no longer spoke, this smile was a little miserable on his old face, infiltrating.

“...... Master. Zhuang Zejing stiffened his head and shouted. The tiger's head 'buzzed', from the two words of Yan Er before, he knew that the person who came must not be easy, he never expected that this person turned out to be Zhuang Zejing's master, the legendary sword of the sword, stick and sword, he knew that the situation was not good, but seeing Zhuang Zejing's expression seemed to be a little different from his master, he hurriedly said: "Lord Zhuang, withdraw quickly, don't miss the errand assigned by the governor." ”

Zhuang Zejing frowned, but he didn't move, the tiger didn't dare to delay any longer, gritted his teeth and was about to leave Zhuang Zejing to retreat first, Shao Mingqian had already dodged and stopped in front of him, and then the figure on the roof flashed and suddenly it was full of people, and a rough count was afraid that there were not fifty or sixty people, it was Heng Wushu who came with the 'Xuanyi Guard'.

With a one-to-many tiger head in an instant, the lineup in front of him is designed for Jinghong and the Ten Monsters, even if he and Zhuang Zejing join forces, they will lose more and win less, but it is not easy for Shao Mingqian to keep the two of them, in other words, as long as the two of them don't fall in love with the 'Yang Dao Alliance', they can't do anything to them, the reason why the tiger relies on his own fast, Mighty skills, and then Zhuang Zejing's elusive swordsmanship, the two of them together are enough to give any sect a headache, but now Zhuang Zejing's attitude makes him worried.

"What a long name, I have been waiting for this sound for thirty years. The old man's words were full of desolation and disappointment.

Zhuang Zejing looked at the old man's face, looked at the old man's broken legs and right arm, his expression gradually became a little unbearable, and he slowly knelt down next to the wheelchair after a while. Feelings: You are your own family, just pit me?

"Master!" Zhuang Zejing didn't say much, and called Master again, the old man sighed, stretched out his remaining tree-like palm and gently stroked Zhuang Zejing's head, and let out a long breath and said: "Okay, good, it's been thirty years, my Yan'er has grown up and is out, and I don't need a master anymore." ”。

Zhuang Zejing clenched his sword tightly and did not quibble, and lowered his head even more.

The old man stared at Zhuang Zejing and shook his head lightly, and said with a wry smile: "Lost, lost, how majestic the crazy knife, the crazy stick, and the unstoppable sword were back then, in the end it was just a joke." The old man's eyes were full of disappointment and sadness.

Zhuang Zejing looked a little unbearable, his lips moved, and finally he didn't speak.

"Go, kid, pursue your glory and wealth, and with you, it's not in vain for our master and apprentice. The disappointment in the old man's eyes was even heavier.

Zhuang Zejing stood up, turned around and wanted to leave, walked a few steps and couldn't bear to stop slowly, hesitated for a moment and finally turned around, took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms, and gently put them in the hands of the old man, the old man did not answer, let the cold wind blow up the silver tickets, and the yard was flying, Zhuang Zejing frowned, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard in hesitation, and the tiger was vigilant and slowly retreated.

"I'm a wasted person who is about to go to the ground, what do you want these yellow and white things to do? Zhuang Zejing just stepped out of the courtyard gate, and the old man said slowly.

"What does Master want?" Zhuang Zejing stopped and finally asked.

The old man looked up at the sky, as if recalling a long time ago, and only after a moment did he say to himself: "Thirty years ago, when the 'Judao Country' fell, I went to the aid with two brothers, Crazy Knife and Crazy Stick, and before leaving, my apprentice gave me a poem, so that a young child can compose a poem, or a pagoda poem, do you know how happy I am to be a master? I have been proud of this poem for half my life, but unfortunately I can never hear it again. ”

Zhuang Zejing didn't answer, but his brows furrowed even tighter.

"That year, my apprentice was eight years old, the eight-year-old child has been able to practice a set of 'Xiaofeng swordsmanship', such qualifications are really rare in the world, what is even more rare is that this child is well-behaved, humble and polite, and will become a generation of grandmasters in the future, supporting justice, punishing adultery and eliminating evil, leaving a name in history, I have always been proud of my apprentice, and I think that I can never find a second ...... in this world" The old man stopped talking halfway through his words and did not say any more, but the meaning was very obvious.

Zhuang Zejing stood still and did not reply, the old man took a deep breath and said slowly: "Sword, divide the light, go to the left, do not deviate from the side, poetry and wine are often companions, let you be free and crazy, and it is more difficult to prevent eight points of drunkenness...... This is a nine-story pagoda poem, and there are two sentences that my disciple said to read to me when I come back from victory, and this is thirty years......" The old man paused, sighed, and continued: "I don't know if he remembers." ”