Luo Baiyan sent his son to shout that the refugees in the valley came out to flee for their lives, but no one believed it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info only the old man of Chengdu, Chang Sanbao, trembling, out of the valley to take a look, is true! Hearing his exclamation, the refugees poured out like a tide. The torrential rain extinguished the fire lit by the Mongolian army, and it slowly stopped. The moon showed its corner again, and the ground was full of shadows, exhausted figures.

Chang Sanbao passed by Ba Jinsong's side, suddenly knelt down, kowtowed, and apologized repeatedly, "Grandpa Fairy, Lao Tzu blames you!" Ba Lao raised his leg and wanted to kick him, but slowly put his foot down. The heart said, Ge Laozi, maybe you are my ancestor.

Jing Qianchuan did not climb alone and escaped. From the very beginning, he blended in with the refugees, and took advantage of Zhang Liao's efforts to fight out of the valley, tore a linen robe from a corpse, wrapped it around himself, and smeared his face with blood and mud. He originally had long hair with a shawl, and with such a disguise, he looked almost the same as these refugees from the Great Song Dynasty. Squatting in the crowd, suddenly someone pulled his shirt behind him, he was taken aback, and turned around to look, but it was a member of his team, "How did you come?" "It was Master Jingtian who kicked me down to find you." Jing Qianchuan is cunning by nature, and after thinking about it, maybe it is useful to keep this guy. He did the same, dressed up as a refugee, and lurked in the crowd together.

Zhang Liao was shot back by random arrows and hid on the cliff, but he was secretly watched by Jing Qianchuan. Later, Luo Baiyan's father and son appeared, and Jing Qianchuan directly covered his face with a hemp robe. Until Ba Lao's search team also appeared out of thin air, Jing Qianchuan guessed that this was probably sent by his own father! So I was suspicious and angry, I can't keep this old guy, in this inexplicable time and space, will I still be afraid of the obscenity of the Heavenly Master? On weekdays, I rely on the cabinet power of my family, and I don't have much respect for this head of the outer hall, and I still think about replacing him from time to time. All of this, this old guy must have seen it too. So, Jing Qianchuan didn't move himself, and also hinted that the team member under him should not make a sound.

Luo's father and son, together with the team of Ba Lao, the nine of them were mighty, retreated from the Mongol army, and captured the shaman high priest Banza. Jing Qianchuan and his subordinates, with their heads covered, mixed in the chaotic refugees, squeezed out of the valley mouth, fled westward, and disappeared in the dark night in the distance, no one noticed.

The six guards looked at Ba Lao, waiting for the next order. Ba Jinsong pointed to Qingcheng Mountain, "At least, we are most familiar with this territory. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Master Zhang Ling has been preaching here, and there must be a resident Taoist system on the mountain. For the time being, we are looking for a suitable place to live and a way back to the 21st century. Luo Baiyan took into account his son's personal safety in the troubled times, and also agreed to follow the outer hall, a group of nine people, escorting Banza, turning out of the valley and heading towards the main peak of Qingcheng Mountain.

The guard with the crossbow, who was only in his twenties, was curious, and couldn't help but ask the high priest who was walking in front, "Those Mongols, why didn't they ask to take you with them?" Banza turned back and smiled, "I, tell them, I, and the messenger, go to see the gods." ”

Zhi Zheng and Zong Fang, the search team of Biba Lao, were two hours late, and finally fell into the early thirteenth century. There was a dead silence in the valley, and hundreds of corpses were strewn across the ground. Some were trampled on, some were poked with spears, some were shot with arrows, and some were harvested by spells and spells.

If they had arrived ten minutes earlier, they would have been glad that at least 14,000 civilians would have survived. But now, for the dazed retired veteran mage and the 749 special service tombstone comrades, this situation is too tragic. It's not that they haven't seen a battlefield, it's not that they've never seen a dead person, but never before in their lives has they been so abrupt and facing so many bodies that have just lost their lives. Completely unprepared.

Zhi Zheng was worried that the child he was looking for was inside, so he took out Du Yuan's photo and looked at it, put it in his pocket, and began to flip the corpses one by one, chanting excessively while checking if there were any similar faces. Zong Fang was even more worried about the culprit who caused this horrific incident. She quickly wandered around, analyzing the situation according to the various traces in and out of the valley.

It took Zhizheng more than an hour to see each corpse. If you don't chant the sutras one by one, with his body, you can still be faster. But he couldn't bear it, so he recited the fourteen-character mantra of purifying one's karma to each deceased.

Zong Fang returned from the inspection outside the valley and met with Zhi Zheng, Zhi Zheng asked, "What is the conclusion?" Zong Fang had a dark face, "The extraordinarily big case is definitely a terrorist incident." I had to report to the bureau right away. I couldn't help but say, I took out the encrypted phone and pressed it, but I was dumbfounded. "There's not a single signal in this damn place. He took out a separate satellite antenna, skillfully buckled it with the mobile phone, and switched to the satellite pass-through mode, "Strange, there is no satellite signal!" Zong Fang subconsciously looked up at the night sky, the dark clouds had dispersed, the stars were twinkling, and the moon was as bright as water.

Zhizheng coughed and motioned for the girl to look at herself. He spread his hand, and there were a few strange little objects in his hand. "It's all picked up on the ground. This bladed purse is a fire sickle. It is composed of velvet, flint, and steel, and is an ancient lighter. This clay doll has clothes, hair, and very exquisite workmanship, called 'Moheluo', which is equivalent to Barbie in the Song Dynasty. There is also this embroidered shoe, shaped like a zongzi, much larger than three inches, but obviously also wrapped around the foot, very slender, with obvious deformity features. Zong Fang smiled rarely, "Master, have you ever been in the antique world, how can you still have the heart to play with these?" The great monk shook his head, "The poor monk is a martial artist. I was fortunate to be in Dunhuang, and I had to meet the master of Xingduan, a Zen sentence to awaken the heart of dust. Then he took refuge. The family teacher has no door and no temple, and he is ascetic. He didn't teach me any exercises, he just let me choose the scriptures and study them on my own. As time went by, I got some old knowledge from him, and the donor smiled. All these things you see have obvious characteristics of the Song and Song dynasties. Those who were killed were also wearing fabrics spun on handlooms. All of this is what I deduce, we are already on another plane. ”

Zong Fang was startled and looked at the phone in his hand. He ran to the two corpses and examined them carefully for a while. Slowly got up, and said to Zhi Zheng, "Their teeth are very worn out, and they don't match their actual age. Only people who have been chewing crude processed grains for a long time have this trait. In other words, your analysis may be right...... "The more you agree, the more confused you are, Zong Fang's heart is very confused. "How are we going to get back?" she asked.

Zhi Zheng also cared about this, so he led Zong Fang to walk a few steps, came to the original fall point, pointed to the void more than a zhang high, and said to Zong Fang: "We came down from here, maybe we can go back from here?" Zong Fang looked up and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

In the void, there was a sudden strange fluctuation, the air was like a viscous liquid, trembling slightly, and out of thin air, a big living person was spit out, no, there was a weasel!

Wen Cong's heart fell into the arms of a great monk, and the second skin was taken in by Zong Fang, and everyone was startled. Qi Qi froze on the spot, looking very funny.

Reacted from the heart first, jumped on the ground, and made a guarded T-shaped step. Erpi struggled violently, the strength was amazing, Zong Fang let go, it jumped to Congxin's shoulder, grinning with a threatening expression.

Zhizheng didn't know whether the comer was friend or foe, but he knew that there was no backup for this trip, and the blood in the valley was full of blood, so he had to guard against it. He also quickly raised his palm, put it on his chest, and made a noise, "Fu-" There is no wind in the valley, the sound is like a hundred ghosts whimpering, the sand and gravel roll in the center, and the grass and trees bow their heads and shrink. He stumbled and stood firm, feeling like he had been pulled forward. The most unbearable is the tombstone comrade, Zong Fang learned the essence of materialist science in 749, and he didn't know what to use to resist the heart of Shangzhizheng, and almost threw himself into Zhizheng's arms, only to feel that this monk was extremely tall in an instant, which made people unconsciously worship.

Huang Erpi was also affected by the heart, and he couldn't be suppressed, which stimulated his wildness, and he simply rushed towards Zhizheng like an arrow, and the two fangs flashed with cold light in the air!

Suddenly, a tall figure tumbled down from the cliff, like an eagle's strike, and gently hooked his hand in the air, grabbing Erpi's thin waist. Both fell to the ground. Wen blurted out from the heart, "It's you, Zhang Liao!" There was eagerness and surprise in his voice. Erpi once hid in Du Yuan's backpack and rubbed the long-distance bus for free, the driver at that time was Zhang Liao, it was very familiar with his taste, and it also sniffed out at this time, knowing that it was his own person, so he collected his fangs and rubbed around Zhang Liao's pants like a kitten.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, the comer helped him resolve the danger, so he withdrew his hand and took a defensive position. Zong Fang's heart was in a trance for a while, and he lost his desire to continue worshiping the great monk, knowing that he was almost out of shape, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Liao was born with a wide skeleton, and after refining his body, his muscles swelled and became more and more burly. This appearance is like a god descending from heaven. What is written all over the sky is the word "pulling the wind". He heard the tone from the heart, and he really cared about himself, and his heart was suddenly full of love. So he showed his white teeth and smiled at his sweetheart, saying that I was fine, and we would talk about it later.

Zhang Liao turned around and hugged his fist at Zhi Zheng: "This mage, you just exceeded the many victims, and you didn't miss a single one. Looking down at it, I admire it very much. This was said politely, but Zhizheng and Zong Fang were taken aback. They had been in the valley for so long, and they didn't even notice that a master was lurking nearby, keeping a peep all the time, which was too dangerous!

Zhang Liao ignored the change of color of the two, pointed at Wen Congxin, and continued, "In the next Zhang Liao, it is this Wen girl's boyfriend. I just heard you mention that Gen Xingduan is your master. Knowing that you must not be a bad person, show up to stop unnecessary fights. If the matter is urgent and abrupt, please forgive me. ”