Wang Qinian died.

Although I am emotionally lucky, the current shape does not allow people to dream and fantasize.

A few hours ago, I was still angry with him, and I was angry with his younger brother Wang Qitai and asked Wang Qinian to apologize to me in the future.

But he is now dead without a certain doubt.

The head is the head of the six yangs, and outside of the monster, it is impossible for the person whose entire neck has been turned over to be alive, even if it is a Jindan warrior.

I heard the stupid cry of the big man, and Wang Qitai's tears flowed down,

"Brother, brother...... He was killed in battle......"

He muttered.

"Cangtian, Cangtian, I can't believe it, my brother was still in high spirits just now, and now Yin and Yang are suspended......"

-- Since ancient times, scholars have been useless in battle.

The idiot wasn't scared to pee, but it was bearish enough.

However, the Confucian scholar is not considered to break the lower limit - in the past, my father robbed many Taishou and county orders in the Central Plains at sea. They are also considered to be the top of the herdsmen's millions, and when my father threatened them with a knife and threatened them with a pound of gold for every pound of human flesh, they all dared not to offer the gold and silver they had scraped. There is only one official who dares to scold my father in public for being a bandit, and he will not die well in the future - that Taishou is my grandfather, and in the end, my father was cut off with a knife and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

I judged that Wang Qitai had a temporary mental disorder, and Murong Zhi pushed and called him many times, but this person only muttered nonsense such as "Brother, I really regret it".

It's up to me to choose all of the following.

I swooped the wooden bird down from ten feet above me.

"What are you doing? He's scared stupid, are you crazy! I won't gamble with you!"

Murong Zhi and I grabbed the rudder from the wooden bird.

"You just have to take care of that soft egg. I want to snatch back Wang Qinian's corpse! Do you want to let this scum be used as a bone tool?"

I pushed her back, took off the alfonsino from Murong Zhi's sheath, and put on the mask of a passerby's armor.

"You put on the mask of passerby B and cooperate with me!"

I want to snatch back Wang Qinian's body,

From the hands of Aung San Bao Yan, the golden pill!

In the past, I watched my father die under the claws of the dragon in the Yuanying realm, and I couldn't do anything;

Now at least I have to snatch back the corpse of my mentor from Jin Dan's hands.

My brain didn't burn out, because I saw a glimmer of feasibility in this temporary plan.

Although the chances are still slim, if I play to the limit and add a little luck, it is not impossible.

I took another pill of Tsukidan, and the once-depleted qi returned like a rising tide.

-- In terms of common sense, taking pills is harmful and unbeneficial, and those who are strict will die directly. Murong Zhi and I took the risk of doing this kind of thing at sea, and after landing on the island, Murong Zhi almost had a dregs attack and died. But I seem to be one of the lucky ones, I should have at least obvious symptoms of discomfort after taking that much of the pill, I have only had red spots for three days, and I have been free of any disease so far. I hope this time is so peaceful.

Within a few breaths, I regained the vitality and state I had since fought with the two Tsukiki samurai, and the injuries left over from the battle seemed to have been swept into the dark and inconspicuous corners of my viscera like garbage.

――I drove a wooden bird to crash into the head of Aung San Bao Yan.

On the one hand, he pulled out the leg bone stick nailed to Wang Qinian's feet and shook off Wang Qinian's body, and on the other hand, he wanted to untie his arm and tear out the ribcage of the iron spine spear, and he pulled out his ribcage - I don't know if he had a heart in his chest.

His blood-red hand was also recovering, and the bloody hand gradually retracted to its original state, and his body was bulging again.

-- I have a rough idea now: in the previous battle, he gathered most of the qi in his own hand, and now he poured the qi back into his torso.

"Originally, I wanted to let you pawns go back to report the funeral to the Chinese people, but you yourself wanted to die. ”

Aung San Pao Flame made eye contact with me, and I saw the contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"Hurry!"

Some of the chains he pulled out were rolled into the wings of the wooden bird, so that the low-altitude bird could not fly.

But Aung San's flame is in the air,

The wooden bird was five feet high, and it pulled up to the sky again, and the difference between its arm span and the thrown chain was a few points, and the whip was beyond the reach of the whip.

But in a breath I had already landed at Aung San's side of the fire.

At that moment, I separated from the wooden bird and jumped off the sky!

This would have been impossible, and my internal strength level would have been at least half-disabled if I jumped five zhang.

But I wiped out two wind wheels on the soles of my feet!

My whole body shook, and I landed on the ground unharmed, and the wind wheel accelerated, sliding past Aung San Bao Yan's side.

The alfonsino waved a small fan, and Aung San subconsciously let me go.

I snatched Wang Qinian's corpse and carried it on my back, and rushed out of thirty feet like rollerblading.

Murong Zhi flew back upside down in the wooden bird, almost touching the ground, and she stretched out her hand to pull me up.

"Thorn!"

I felt a pang of pain, and one of my thighs was pinned to the ground, and my flesh was blurred.

Aung San Pao Flame threw a leg bone stick, and the five fingers of the skull sticking out of the stick pierced my leg.

I couldn't reach out to Murong Zhi who was flying, my body could no longer move forward, and I was confined to the spot and couldn't move.

The wind wheel is gone, and my vitality is draining fast.

The wooden bird flew up again, and Aung San Baoyan's other leg bone stick slashed sideways towards Murong Zhi's head like a boomerang. Her waist was forced, an inverted arch iron plate bridge turned over, and the leg bone rod narrowly grazed.

But after barely half a breath, the bone stick of the leg that was doing the boomerang movement spun back like an eye, and she could no longer dodge.

(After all, we are still two small characters in the middle level of internal strength, and dying at the hands of Jindan warriors is a reasonable end.) The two of us explained this to Baiyun Township, my hero's life has not yet begun, and he fell here, and the Wang Tu hegemony in Murong Zhi's heart has not achieved a little, so he will go to Huangquan Road with me as a companion. Although I was still a virgin in the Yang world, my first night in the underworld was spent with Murong Zhi. It turns out that after a person becomes a ghost, the girl will be more charming than when she is in the yang world, no wonder it is recorded in "Sou Shen Ji" that female ghosts are more profligate, even if it is the same person, the temptation of returning to the sun is not as good as death. - And then my memoir ends, and the book ends. ）

-- Readers, please allow me to have such an off-the-line idea and an anachronistic joke at a life-and-death juncture. Because the huge transition from hope to despair, and then from despair to hope, will make people have a temporary period of mental excitement, wandering, and jumping.

Actually, what I'm trying to say is (you all know that dead people can't nag here)

- We're alive!

It was Wang Qitai who caught the leg bone stick that was rolled back!

He saved both of us.

――This was impossible, and I never imagined that this scholar, who was still in tears just now, would be able to perform such a smooth and one-way action like the best Jindan martial artist. His "softness" was used to the extreme, and even the huge impact of the leg bone rod was dissolved by his simple grasp.

"Thank you for snatching my brother's body, you almost died of exhaustion just now. I really blame myself, if I had practiced martial arts as hard as my brother when I was younger, maybe he wouldn't have died at the hands of this fang today. I can't make up for my own mistakes by casting the iron of Kyushu - brothers are of the same heart, and their profits are gold. I didn't do it, don't follow in my footsteps, trust each other in the future, and don't have suspicions. ”

Wang Qitai lightly jumped off the wooden bird, slapped it on my thigh, pinned my leg bone rod "suddenly", and then flicked a few positions on my leg with his fingers. The muscles in my wound began to contract, and the bleeding wound was immediately sealed.

I'm moving again, but I'm going to drag my legs - I might as well go back to Dazhai and deal with it. Yes, we have hope of returning to the village safely!

Jin Dan! He's Jin Dan!

――What are you doing, it's already a good time ago!

"Aung San, my brother and I are different from you natives. He is from the main battle faction, and I am the main peace faction. I have always hoped that the Chinese people can live in peace with your indigenous people and develop together. I understand that the conflict between my brother and your natives is just a wake-up call for a few hard-liners in your tribe. In fact, over the past few decades, many elders of the other Jinsha and Shenhe tribes have secretly reconciled with us, and you Aung San tribe should also recognize the inevitable trend of the world. If you are willing to commit now to an end to the resistance of Aung San, you will have a place in the White Cloud Republic that we are planning. You can kill my brother's revenge, and my brother's revenge against your father, both can be cleared!"

Murong Zhi and I both stared at him in astonishment.

Shouldn't it be done first?

I cursed

- You're an idiot again.

"The so-called reconciliation is nothing more than the machinery and gold silk of the two of them who covet you Chinese people. Let me tell you that those people are traitors to the Baiyun people, who have turned their backs on the mission of the gods to our people, and I will cleanse them when I return. You Huaxia people will one day get your hands on the treasures in the sacred mountain, and we Baiyun people are a group that guards the holy mountain, and there is no room for compromise in between! Have you seen my body? Don't you wonder, why do I have the ability to rival your strong men? Haha, this is the empowerment of the great god who guards the mountain -- I have given my life for decades in exchange for my body with the desire to protect the holy mountain! You Huaxia people call this ability supernatural power. When outsiders with supernatural powers approach the sacred mountain, the mountain god will give us the supernatural powers that are comparable to those who covet the sacred mountain, and I am the chosen one among the clans!

Aung San Bao Yan seems to be crazy, as if he is soberly speaking.

- But what he said wasn't wrong. If I were the patriarch of the Huaxia people, I would definitely go to develop that Falling Star Mountain, there is no metal anywhere else on the island, and the aura is not sufficient. Only by developing the Sacred Mountain can it be possible to obtain the ideal planting area for the medicinal fields - perhaps, it is also possible to find metal mines in the mountains and upgrade weapons and production tools back to the level of the Central Plains.

It seems that unless the superstitions of Daw Aung San are shattered, the war will continue.

But I don't think this myth of absurdity, which has been circulating among the indigenous people for thousands of years, will be eradicated in a few decades.

Aung San Bao Yan actually gently stroked the rod made of his father's leg bones,

"The remains of the warriors who fought and died in the battles against the invaders of the Holy Mountain in Baiyun Township are all holy relics. To be able to use my father's holy bones to kill the wicked who defiled the holy mountain, my father must be very happy in the kingdom of heaven. ”

- The pervert himself really always thought he was normal.

"That's all I have to say. ”

Wang Qitai sighed, he put on a posture to meet the enemy, which was the textbook-like starting hand of the dragon descending palm, "Don't use the hidden dragon". The qi was released from his body, and it stopped at a scale comparable to that of Wang Qinian's Jindan, which was one line higher than the remaining qi of Aung San Baoyan now. Aung San's heart is still wounded.

- Can he beat Aung San Bao Yan?

Before, when I passed by Aung San Po Flame with alfonsino seabream, I touched his arm slightly and made a cut. Murong Zhi told me that the poison on my dagger can kill a whale, and Aung San, as a Jindan warrior, simply sealed the wound, and he didn't see anything unusual about him, as if the injury didn't have much effect on him.

I suddenly remembered where Wang Qitai was a layman -- fist one sword three, he had to at least fight Aung San with the leg bone stick in hand!

Is this guy just posturing!

I also found that Wang Qitai's qi did not have the sharpness of Wang Qinian and Aung San Baoyan, but was like flowing water, and it was not condensed at all.

-- He is just a Confucian who has reached the realm of Jindan, which is an achievement after the integration of Qi cultivation, reading, knowledge and action, not a Jindan tempered by martial arts. He's just a Confucian who happens to know how to do martial arts!

I figured it out.

"It's good to understand, I'll only descend the posture of the dragon's palm, and I can't fight. After I made a false move, I took my brother's corpse and climbed the wooden bird to get out. ”

I heard Wang Qitai's voice pass into the secret.

Other native warriors gathered around. ”

Murong Zhi reminded - forty or fifty eyes were staring at us from behind the dense forest, and the sky-high qi just now also attracted them, and the net behind us was closing up, surround us. I'm afraid that they will have forty or fifty hands to entangle and twenty or thirty bone spears to cast at the moment when we are flying into the air.

"Is there a way?" I asked.

- Now I'm at the end of the crossbow, and I can't parry.

"Look at me, wait for Elder Wang to send out that palm, and then I'll deal with it. She took out another bottle of powder.

- "Ahh

Wang Qitai threw a punch "Walking on the Tiger's Tail", which was theoretically the most rigid punch of the Dragon Descending Palm.

It was a slap of air.

The "wave" was met by Aung San's leg bone stick, and he stepped back ten feet and then stood still, and his footprints ploughed two marks of seven or eight inches on the ground. With a shake of the leg bone stick, the qi of Wang Qitai's attack disappeared like smoke.

As my father said, the release of the Gang Qi from the upper layer of the foundation and the Jindan realm, and the abuse of vegetables is okay, but in fact, the consumption is large, the effect is poor, and it is not even as effective as the sound waves of the long howl and the lion's roar. When you meet people in the same realm, you still have to fight honestly.

But this move bought us time, and while Aung San was still savoring the taste and skill of that punch, I put Wang Qinian's body on the wooden bird, and Murong Zhi then jumped on it. Wang Qitai, who wilted after a palm, finally jumped on the wooden bird.

Twenty or thirty native warriors and leopards generally jumped up to stop us from driving the birds, but when they were close to five or six feet, they fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

The woodbird rumbled, and the "Teng" air flow rose and sent our bird into the sky.

"Aung San Bao Yan, I'm going to cut off your head next time we meet!"

I used the pirate style to put out a cruel sentence that I didn't know the bottom of my heart.

"Humph!"

Aung San let out a long roar, and the air flow in our air became unstable, and the wooden bird shook violently a few times.

I almost doubt that the wood will fall apart.

But God willing, in the end, the bird's body steadied down, and we flew higher and higher, farther and farther, and finally passed through the dense fog of no man's land.

Fortunately, Aung San is not a Jindan cultivator who knows magic, if he can fly a little, he will really have to explain here today.

"What medicine did you use to make those dozens of samurai fall down just now?"

I asked Murong Zhi.

Wang Qitai also looked at Murong Zhi curiously,

"I am proficient in Confucianism's "Qianjin Fang" and "Shennong's Materia Medica", and I have also experienced many years of training in the Central Plains, and I have never heard of such colorless and tasteless miracle medicines. ”

"It's called sad and crispy breeze, Tianxiang Menghan medicine is made of mandala seeds into soup for people to drink, and sad and crisp breeze is to grind Mengxi medicine powder into invisible fine sand, scattered in the wind and numb people. I used up most of the bottles just now -- hateful, Aung San's breath blew the medicine away. ”

She frowned, not at all gentle and virtuous.