Outside the Nanzheng field, on a remote road, a frame drove slowly without hurry, and a team of more than ten tigers and leopards behind him escorted the frame slowly towards the direction of Xudu, and Zhang Lu in the car was tightly tied up and sat motionless in the car.

In order to hide people's eyes, Cao Cao did not send Zhang Lu back to Xudu with a swagger, but patted more than a dozen vigorous tigers and leopards to ride the path and secretly escort Zhang Lu back to Xudu.

After walking for a few miles, the mountain road bamboo slips became extremely steep, only to see not far away, on a steep mountain rock, surrounded by gold armor covered with a double halberd in his hand, standing majestically on the mountain rock, blocking the way of the frame, it was the golden armor god.

"Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come. "The leader of the tiger and leopard rider saw this posture and knew that the aura of the comer was strong, but he was afraid that it was not good.

The tiger and leopard riders who escorted Zhang Lu were all trained in various crisis situations, and seeing this posture, a tiger and leopard rode a horse and galloped wildly, and wanted to turn back the same way and report to Cao Cao.

The golden armor god roared, and a figure swept out of the oblique ground, and caught up with the galloping fast horse in three steps and two steps, and with a light press, his body was lifted directly onto the war horse.

The light skill is so high that it is really incredible, everyone is shouting, look at the head, the voice just fell, only to hear the sound of "bang", the heavy armor on the top of the head was smashed by the person who was on the horse's back, the original living person, when he landed lifelessly hanging off the horse, obviously shattered by the battle skull, at this moment has long been unknown.

"Sister White Fox, what a handsome kung fu. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure that swept out quickly from the edge of a big tree, and his figure was like a ghost.

I only saw bursts of white shadows shuttling back and forth between more than a dozen tiger and leopard riders, and after a few back and forth, the heavy armor on the bodies of more than ten tiger and leopard riders all burst open, and they fell to the ground in unison, turning into lifeless dry corpses.

The white figure is the ghost mother, the three of them walked to the front of the car, lifted the curtain, and saw Zhang Lu being tied into a dumpling in the car, with a piece of torn linen stuffed in his mouth, looking at the three people with a frightened face, and the golden armor god said in a deep voice: "The Eastern Emperor has an order, kill!"

The ghost mother nodded, took out the dagger she carried with her, and quietly smeared it on Zhang Lu's neck, the blood in the neck cavity gushed out, Zhang Lu twitched a few times in the pool of blood, and then remained motionless.

"They're coming, let's get out of the way, and don't leave anything behind. The white fox said.

The three of them carefully inspected all the places where they might have left clues, cleaned them carefully, and hurriedly withdrew.

After only a stick of incense, another team of people quietly wrapped up, looking at the dress, all of them were locals in Hanzhong, a green-robed guest who was the first, lifted the cane in his hand, lifted the curtain, and saw Zhang Lu, who had already lost his popularity, and fell in a pool of blood.

"The sect leader drove Hexi, we're late......" The green-robed guest couldn't help but lower the curtain, and there was a sadness in his tone.

"Sect Master! Sect Master!" everyone knelt beside Zhang Lu's frame, all in mourning. A generation of princes who dominated one side have since returned to Jiuquan.

The night is getting thicker, everything is silent, in the wilderness, tens of thousands of people gather around an altar, on the altar, Zhang Lu's body is being placed, and tens of thousands of people under the altar are all closing their eyes, and there are words in their mouths, as if they are praying. It is full of ritual and sacredness.

It turned out that this Zhang Lu had succeeded his father Zhang Heng as the sacrificial wine of the "Five Bucket Rice Sect", commanded tens of thousands of sect members, and all of them took charge of the power of Hanzhong, and the "Five Bucket Rice Sect" had reached more than 100,000 people, and the wings went straight to the Central Plains. After several years of development, the number of members of the Wudou Mi Sect has grown to two or three hundred thousand.

The Five Buckets Rice Sect is honored with sacrificial wine, and the Venerable Five Elements is the vice, and there are countless large and small altars under it, and the altar masters are set up in various places to communicate with each other.

Now that the sacrificial wine is dead, the congregants are using supreme rituals to send their best wishes to Zhang Lu, whose soul has returned to Huangquan.

After about half a pillar of incense, a white-robed guest said loudly: "Now our sacrificial wine has returned to Jiuquan, according to our canons, we are about to select our new sect leader, and now the situation in Hanzhong is critical, our new sect leader must not only have qualifications, but also Wen Taowu strategy, lead us to recover the world with that, kill Cao Cao, and avenge our sacrificial wine." ”

"Revenge—revenge—revenge—" the congregation roared.

"The congregation has long had a rule that the selection of sacrificial wine should be based on qualifications...... "The Qingpao guest took the lead.

"Hmph! I said Xu Qingmu, you think about this matter so simply, who doesn't know that you Xu Qingmu was promoted by the previous generation of sacrificial wine, and you Xu Qingmu is naturally the priority everywhere in terms of seniority?" said the yellow-robed guest on the side in a low voice.

"Choose sacrificial wine, give priority to seniority, Yang Chen, do you want to violate the canon?" asked Xu Qingmu.

"Speaking of the canons, the canons have also made it clear that the position of sacrificing wine is "the sage resides", how can you Xu Qingmu dare to occupy this big position?" Yang Miao, who was wearing a black robe, said angrily.

"I've long seen that you don't like you, do you want to go against me?" Xu Qingmu pointed at Yang Miao and said angrily.

"I just can't get used to seeing you look like a boss all day long, what can you do with me?

"Okay, today, let's have a good battle in front of the sect members and the rest of the elders. As he spoke, the wooden staff in Xu Qingmu's hand was picked, carrying a strong wind, and directly picked Yang Miao's "Jizhong Acupoint".

In the dark night, the wooden staff in Xu Qingmu's hand was handed out, and the strong wind arrived, and the identification of the acupoints was accurate, not even half an inch was missing, which was obviously the result of years of hard work.

Xu Qingmu's cane method is mainly to attack people's big acupoints around the body, and the "Jizhong acupoint" is the intersection of the four meridians of the hand, the sun, the young yang, the foot too yin, and the less yin on the Ren vein.

Although Xu Qingmu's wooden staff is round and blunt, if it is touched by the strength on this wooden staff, he is afraid that the internal breath around his body will be all scattered, and he will be seriously injured immediately.

Yang Miao was not in a hurry, took out a black oar from under his clothes, and when he saw Xu Qingmu's strong wind, he immediately flashed sideways, and the lazy waist of the oar in his hand slashed towards Xu Qingmu.

In the moonlight, I could vaguely see the edge of the black oars, and there was a sharp edge, which was no different from a big knife in my hand.

The oars swept, the strong wind rose suddenly, blowing up the dead branches and leaves everywhere, and rolled towards Xu Qingmu, just looking at the power of this move, Xu Qingmu knew that the oar in Yang Miao's hand was not light.