When the carriage arrived at the west gate of Chengdu, it was stopped by the Mongolian army, and when he saw that Jing Qianchuan was dressed uniquely and the appearance of a Song person, he pulled out his scimitar and shouted. The eight-armed god king www.biquge.info heard the noise, and poked out his black head from the carport, and before those Mongolian troops could react, someone had already shouted eagerly, "Master National Teacher!" A group of lamas supported each other and caught up from behind.

It was not someone else, it was the envoy led by Ngawang. They suffered losses in Nanzhao, and seven of the eight were wounded. So the speed of the road slowed down, and at this moment I returned to Chengdu. Seeing this, the eight-armed god king got out of the car, frowned in Mongolian and asked, "Ah Wang, how can your people be so embarrassed?" Ah Wang looked helpless and bowed down to reply, "Hui Guoshi, we have been connected in southern Sichuan and Nanzhao, and we have already received the support of many indigenous heroes, just wait for the arrival of the Great Khan's soldiers and horses, and we can take action and attack the Great Song Dynasty together." Unexpectedly, I came across a group of bulls, was attacked by a sneak attack, and snatched a small 'divine beast' I caught for you. We were outnumbered, so we had to go back to Chengdu to ask Lord Torre for help, but I didn't expect to meet you. I don't know why the national teacher is here?"

The Eight-Armed God King did not answer, this realm was not the place to speak, and led everyone straight to the temporary mansion where the Torre Golden Tent was. Those Mongolian soldiers guarding the gate had already recognized this - it was the Great Mongolian National Teacher, the eight-armed god king Ba Si Pa Living Buddha. Who would dare to stop him? I can't wait to kiss his boots.

Sons are only catty?? When Torre heard that Phags-pa was coming, he quickly got up and went out of the tent to greet him. The Phags-pa instructed Ngawang to take the lamas to the backyard to heal their wounds, and asked Jing Qianchuan to follow to help them. He and Torre walked hand in hand into the Golden Horde, and the guests and hosts talked and laughed happily. Torre wondered why the national teacher suddenly appeared here, so he asked. "In recent years, I have been busy assisting Ögedai Khan to expand his territory, and his cultivation has been delayed a lot. Recently, there was finally a breakthrough, but there was a lack of a magic weapon to take advantage of. I chased a clue from Qinghai, but when I got here, I still failed. It's a pity!" Torre hurriedly reassured, "It's okay. This expedition has yielded a lot. If the national teacher does not dislike it, he will go to the back cabinet of Fuzhong later, which will be temporarily converted into a loot warehouse. You might be able to find something good. You also know that although I am martial arts, I have no cultivation in my body, and even if I put a high-level magic weapon in front of me, I will not recognize it. Pasipa was about to thank him, but Ngawang ran in with a roar, but he didn't say a word, followed by Jing Qianchuan.

"Master Guoshi, those bandits are resting in the backyard! It's the same people who injured our envoy in Daliang Mountain!" Jing Qianchuan stepped forward and gave a salute, "God King, I know those Han people." They are all scattered cultivation of Qingcheng Daomen. Torre finally remembered and slapped his thigh, "Oh! you mean...... Those people also just arrived, and they were all brought back by Yin Zhenren, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, and they belonged to the Quanzhen lineage and were friends of the empire. ”

Ngawang shouted, "Lord Marshal, they are all devils, not friends! There is a kind of black stick that can release thunder and lightning, and it hurts many of us. There is also a silver tortoise shell, which can be used as a shield. Jing Qianchuan guessed that he was talking about the standard equipment of the outer hall guards, titanium backpacks and electric batons. I didn't say it directly, for fear of getting involved. He had already secretly weighed that in this time and space, instead of continuing to mess with the people of the outer hall, it was better to get on the big thick leg of Ba Sipa. The first is that it is safe and worry-free, and the second is that once there is information about crossing the portal, the information channel of this national teacher will definitely not be missed. The likelihood of returning home on your own is greatly increased.

He echoed Ngawang, "That's right. The origin of their group is unknown, and they have also fought against the Imperial army in the Qingcheng Valley. Killed a lot of our warriors. He said the word "we" very naturally, as if he was also a natural Tartar, and it was really thick and black.

Torre was suddenly shocked, and took out the parchment battle report from the table, and read it again, "It turned out to be them! They actually got into here! They simply ate the gall of a leopard! Yin Zhenren, Yin Zhenren, did you do it on purpose or unintentionally?" As soon as Ba Sipa heard this, he immediately added a brick, "These Song people are not credible. "This living Buddha has always had opinions on the imperial policy, how can he allow those Taoist real people, shamans, and lamas to coexist in Yanjing? Now that he has an opportunity, he naturally grasps it tightly and takes the opportunity to suppress it.

Torre was well aware of his father's trust in Qiu Jizhen during his lifetime, and he was not good at attacking Quanzhen. So he instructed, "This matter still needs to be verified, don't touch Yin Zhenren." As for those Dao sect cultivators, you can dispose of them as you please. He was also happy to avoid the fighting methods between these "big witches", he really didn't understand those things, and it was best for them to solve them on their own.

Pasipa immediately took his leave temporarily, led Ngawang and Jing Qianchuan to an empty room to arrange countermeasures.

Although Ba Jinsong was the last to eat the wine and meat sent by the Mongolian army, he still did not avoid the soft tendons of Ba Sipa. He and the guards slept soundly, and it wasn't until Jing Qianchuan appeared in front of him that he woke up, but his limbs still didn't obey him.

The eight-armed god king Ba Si Pa released his divine sense outside to investigate, and found that there was a room where the mana fluctuated abnormally, and there was a strange energy beyond his cognition. He didn't want to send Ah Wang to take an adventure, so he looked at Jing Qianchuan and felt that this ruthless Song man was quite suitable. If there is danger, death is death, and there is nothing to feel sorry for. So he instructed Jing Qianchuan to go in and investigate.

Jing Qianchuan didn't have a strong six senses, so he couldn't guess the intention of the god king. When he was highly used, he also felt that this was a good opportunity to humiliate his "former boss", so he gladly accepted the order. It wasn't until he took the "Divine Stone" on Ba Lao's bed in his hand that he realized that this thing was shining in the dark night, and it was by no means vulgar, and he suddenly had a little greed. He put the stone in his bosom, picked up Ba Jinsong, and sent him out of the house. In the courtyard, there were already guards lying on the ground. Most of them weren't even sane.

Ba Si Pa ignored the person on the ground, and beckoned directly to Jing Qianchuan, "The rabbit in your arms can't escape the eyes of an eagle." Take a quick look. Jing Qianchuan was scared out of a cold sweat, and hurriedly took out the stone and offered it with both hands. Ba Si Pa put it in the palm of his hand, turned over and over and studied, this stone is really different, but I don't know the geometry of the attributes, how to use it.

"It turned out that the living Buddha arrived, and the poor road was far away. These people ...... How can it be like this?" Quietly, Yin Zhiping appeared in the courtyard. He was not in the calculation of Phag-pa, so he was not hit, and now he has been awakened and hurried out to check. Ba Sipa's face did not change, "Ha, Yin Zhenren Wuliji! Yanjing has been goodbye for a few months, right? These people are all Great Song demon bandits, who have fought with the imperial army in Qingcheng Mountain, and have been stained with blood. I guess, Yin Zhenren must have never heard of this section, and those who don't know are not surprised!"

Yin Zhiping's face was gloomy like water, "Master Guoshi, there must be a misunderstanding here. These people are all my Quanzhen disciples, the Daomen of the Great Song Dynasty entrenched in Qingcheng, and they belong to the Zhengyi faction, how can they be mixed up? I hope to give the antidote as soon as possible. ”

Ba Sipa's smile disappeared, and the sauce-colored skin on his face instantly tightened, "What? You must defend these demon bandits? I understand, you are all really subordinates, and you naturally carry out the orders of the master." Now, you have brought these bandits into the Shuaifu, which undoubtedly poses a serious threat to the safety of Lord Torre. and thou shalt not live. "The last six words are squeezed out of the teeth one by one. As he spoke, he also lifted off the corner of the robe that was half draped over his shoulders, revealing a unicorn arm with purple light. The meaning is already obvious - if you don't accept it, don't blame me for being unkind.

Several Mongolian soldiers on the periphery who assisted the national teacher in carrying the recruited guards saw that the situation was not good, and they did not dare to rashly persuade peace, and both sides were celebrities in front of the car, and no one could afford to offend. Hurriedly ran out to tell the marshal.

Yin Zhiping understands the origin of the fire in the heart of the eight Sipa, which is nothing more than a dispute between the imperial sects. In the era of Genghis Khan, Temujin himself opened his faith to enter, and the Buddha, Tao, and Shaman were divided into three worlds. Ba Si Pa Gui is still not satisfied with being a national teacher, and he is bent on eradicating heresy, and he has made a lot of stumbling blocks in Yanjing on weekdays, and now that he has the benefit of the truth, he will naturally not let it go easily. When I think of this section, my heart is awe-inspiring. Slowly tugging up one of the sleeves of his robe, he raised his hand and took off his saber from his waist -- you want to gesture?

Ba Jinsong was lying on the ground, and when he saw this scene, he cried out in his heart. I didn't expect that the Quanzhen faction would not be treated well by everyone here, but now it's good, it's deep in the siege of the Tartars, and it's hard to run anymore. He had seen Yin Zhenren and Qingcheng Zhang Chenghou fighting, and he didn't seem to have the upper hand. I just hope that this great lama is also an ordinary mediocre hand, so don't be defeated.

I haven't finished thinking about it here, but I saw Yin Zhiping's long sword coming out of the box, the autumn water reflecting the moon, and the sword qi soaring into the sky! More than a dozen ancient cypresses in the courtyard sang to their hearts without wind, and thousands of needles trembled slightly. This momentum is not at all the style of the square-faced and sorrowful man on the Bashu Ancient Road, and the image of the grandmaster is revealed. It's no wonder that Yin Zhenren has been aggrieved in front of the Tartar tent for many years, and if it weren't for the teacher's training, it would have erupted long ago. Every sentence of Song Min's abuse accumulated in his ears added a trace of resentment to the long sword in his hand.

Pasipa didn't dare to hold it up, he knew the goods very well. When Qiu Zhenren was alive, Ba Si Pa was suppressed to death, and the Yanjing Sect was the head of the whole truth. Now, I have my own miraculous skills, the old one is gone, and the small one can take over the work, so there must be some means. He no longer hid his secrets, and with a shake of the tiger's body, he cut off the entire upper body robe and lifted it off his waist, blooming all eight arms, urging the purple halo to protect his body.

The two great grandmasters, in this courtyard, gathered less than ten meters together, and each raised their state to the peak.

When it comes to their status, there is very little stalking. Especially when both parties have a high prestige, they can often distinguish the superior and the inferior by displaying the realm of cultivation. Similar to Wendou.

Yin Zhiping saw that Ba Si Pa was on the defensive, and he was not polite, pointed at the sky with a long sword, and slashed at the ground in the air - the ground was instantly slashed, as if being trampled by a plough, the soil turned out, and the incomparable sharp qi slammed straight at the opponent!