Fang Zhongjin didn't expect that he had just been recognized by the abbot of Shaolin and regained his freedom, but he had to travel thousands of miles to Wudang to seek medical treatment for the beggars.

First, he didn't want Cheng Hui to doubt his character again, and secondly, he respected Liu Xiongtian's character.

Thirdly, these beggars knelt in front of him, and it was not easy for Fang Zhongjin to refuse.

Shaolin abbot Cheng Hui only handed him a letter, but refused to say how dangerous Wudang is now.

Fang Zhongjin is a lonely person, his own martial arts are not weak, and when he goes to Wudang Mountain, he asks for good words, forgive the head Zang Yushan and don't give him this face.

Wudang Shaolin is far apart, and it always takes a month or two for ordinary people to go back and forth.

Even if it is a fast horse, it will take at least fifteen days to reach Wudang.

And Fang Zhongjin is to ask for medicine for the beggars, if it takes a full month just on the road, it will be purely a trip for nothing.

Naturally, he couldn't ride a horse this way, so he could only rely on his own internal strength and rush day and night to drive out a way out for the beggars.

This trip day and night was still worried that time would not be enough, so Fang Zhongjin had to suppress his curiosity and still store the three iron boxes given to him by Zhu Yunwen at the abbot of Shaolin Chenghui.

Fortunately, Master Chenghui is a person who keeps his promises, and Fang Zhongjin doesn't have to worry too much.

He carried only a simple burden and hurried down the mountain.

Fang Zhongjin's original thunder sword and a dagger were naturally returned to him.

Abbot Chenghui's body was weak, he held his body and looked at Fang Zhongjin's back as he walked farther and farther, and sighed in his heart: "This young man is indeed chivalrous, he went to ask for medicine on behalf of the beggars, isn't this another great merit?"

The beggar gang disciples led by Elder Hou also stood respectfully at the mountain gate to send off the "master".

It's just that their "head" is unwilling to admit this false name.

Fang Zhongjin went all the way down the mountain, and his feet flew forward like wings.

If someone who goes up the mountain sees it, he can't see his back before he can see the appearance of the person who came.

When some mountain guests saw this meeting, they opened their mouths and stammered as if they had encountered mandrills and ghosts.

Fang Zhongjin rushed out of Lixu, only to feel that the wild wind was blowing in his face.

His internal strength was condensed in his body, and he seemed to have been stretched in this wild run.

When Fang Zhongjin left all kinds of troubles and sorrows in the world behind, and only experienced the pleasure of rushing for the time being, he suddenly felt his brows jump, knowing that there was something wrong around him.

He didn't stop, he was now faster than the speed of the galloping horse, even if there were gangsters who set up an ambush to calculate him, he was rushed by him in a blink of an eye.

Still, he scurried and looked around.

The place where he is running now is a osmanthus forest, and this is the moment when the golden osmanthus is fragrant, and from time to time there are golden petals gently falling, and then Fang Zhongjin is rushing to the air current, and a section of Hu Xuan is excited.

Osmanthus is one of the most fragrant and fragrant among all kinds of flowers, and now since there are patches of osmanthus forests, this sweet fragrance is naturally refreshing.

Fang Zhongjin ran forward a few more steps, then stopped and stopped moving forward.

I saw him pressing the hilt of the thunder heavy sword with his hand, and he looked up and shouted to someone: "Come out!"

With this loud shout, sure enough, a pretty ~ beautiful shadow poked its head out of the forest from afar.

The shadow was still far away from Fang Zhongjin, but the slender figure was already recognizable.

Fang Zhongjin looked at this shadow and trembled.

I saw that the woman was combing two twisted braids, and the hair curtain covered her forehead, revealing a delicate white ~ tender smiling face.

In this way, it turned out to be the deer I met for the first time in the capital.

Fang Zhongjin's heart was shocked, could it be that Lu'er didn't die?

This was his greatest wish day and night, but he didn't expect it to suddenly come true today.

Fang Zhongjin's throat rolled, and he asked in disbelief, "Lu'er?"

The woman didn't answer, but smiled and nodded at him from afar.

Then he lowered his head shyly, as if waiting for Fang Zhongjin to come over.

Fang Zhongjin only felt that his body became light, warm, and the blood in his body flowed rapidly.

He slowly took a few steps forward, and said to the delicate figure, "Why are you here? How did you escape from Qiu Songhe?"

The woman's figure still didn't answer, but just stretched out a delicate~tender~white~gray hand and beckoned to him.

With this move, the wide and soft sleeves slipped down, and the entire white ~ tender arm was revealed.

Fang Zhongjin swallowed his saliva and felt that his breathing had become rapid.

He took a few steps forward, and suddenly asked, "You are not a deer! Who are you?"

Although Fang Zhongjin felt a little dizzy and uncontrollable at this time, he knew that Lu'er was a human being, and he should never make such a frivolous move in the wild.

And the figure of the woman in the distance turned out to be more soft and slender, and she only felt weak and boneless, and she was delicate ~ charming and able to pour out ~ water.

Fang Zhongjin's throat rolled again, and he suddenly asked, "Jiang Dai?"

The figure of the woman in front of her was obviously different from just now.

The two braids that were still tied before had been pulled apart and draped over the body like waves.

I don't know when my clothes were torn. The placket suddenly opened, and the two white rabbits with soft white snow probes their brains.

Fang Zhongjin involuntarily took two more steps forward, and at this time, the woman was already extremely close to him.

Fang Zhongjin intuitively felt that his mind was dizzy and unwilling to think, but in another place, it was as hot as a soldering iron~hot~hard.

The woman took the initiative to walk over to Fang Zhongjin. She has a slender posture and looks very much like Jiang Dai, but her eyes are like smoke and water, containing ~ endless thirst ~ desire.

His lips opened slightly, and he didn't know if he wanted to talk about anything.

She suddenly stretched out two white jade arms and put them around Fang Zhongjin's neck.

Hard~hard and soft~soft were ironed together, and Fang Zhongjin seemed to feel the pulse of his blood wave after wave.

The woman smiled coquettishly as if she had triumphed, and snuggled her whole body against Fang Zhongjin's chest, which was so soft that it was suffocating.

She still put all her thoughts on Yan ~ Xiu ~ confusing Fang Zhongjin. Suddenly felt a tightness on her waist, obviously Fang Zhongjin wrapped her body with her arm.

Fang Zhongjin's arm strength is strong. This lap made the eyes of the woman's hoop look golden, but the smile on her face was even better.

Just when she felt that she was about to succeed, she saw a flash of golden light in front of her, and then she felt pain on her face.

As soon as she panicked, she felt that her forehead was hot and wet. Then his eyes were blood-red, and there was blood flowing down his forehead.

The woman wanted to break free from Fang Zhongjin's shackles, but this person's strength was too great.

The woman struggled desperately in Fang Zhongjin's arms like a swimming fish.

And Fang Zhongjin, who had been in her hoops ~ to death, finally returned to Qingming.

At this time, he heard a woman's voice above him say coldly: "You look too ugly!"

Fang Zhongjin looked up and saw Jiang Dai himself standing on the treetops at some point.

Now there were still beads of blood on her whip, and her face was full of anger and cold.