"Tubo National Teacher, but that's it!"

Yang Yi forced Gu Mozhi back with one palm, turned around and smiled at Duan Yu, who was surprised and delighted beside him: "Brother Duan, this person is not enough, if he dares to do anything illegal in the future, I will kill him!"

When Gu Mozhi was in Dali Tianlong Temple, the five monks in the Tianlong Temple alone, including the Baoding Emperor, a total of six masters, he was one enemy six, there was still spare time, and in the end it was easy to hold the pulse of the Baoding Emperor, almost robbed the emperor of Dali, just this combat power, has been rare in ancient and modern times.

Seeing that he was so powerful, Duan Yu sometimes couldn't help but think: "This monk is so good, I'm afraid he is already alone in the world, few people can match it, not to mention the first in the world, I'm afraid there are few people who can compete with it." ”

But it hadn't been ten days since his thought arose, and today Gu Mozhi was slapped away by the young minister in front of him, and he was embarrassed.

Seeing this, Duan Yu was pleasantly surprised, surprised that this Gu Mozhi was so good, but he couldn't even catch the palm of the young man next to him, and he was happy that he could finally escape the clutches of this monk, and he no longer had to be tortured by it from time to time.

He was pleasantly surprised and did not forget the etiquette, and bowed to Yang Yi and said, "Little brother, thank you Brother Tai for the rescue!"

After saluting, he got up and wondered: "Could it be that the son is a master invited by my father and uncle, otherwise why do you recognize the younger brother?"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Don't think nonsense, the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, let's go home as soon as possible!" After that, he stopped paying attention to Duan Yu, and gently pulled a halberd on the inferior horse pulling the carriage, and the carriage immediately ran forward.

Yang Yi rode a yellow horse and slowly followed behind the carriage, and when he passed by Gu Mozhi's side, Yang Yi said lightly: "Great monk, don't do stupid things, if I hear that you have evil deeds in the Central Plains, you will run back to Tibet, and I will cut off your head!"

Gu Mozhi's body trembled, lowered his head and sighed: "My Buddha is compassionate!"

For a moment, he was disheartened, what Shaolin seventy-two stunts, what six-vein divine sword, what Gusu Murong, all became dreamy empty flowers.

He just thought in his heart: "What if I have learned all the six-vein divine sword and the seventy-two Shaolin stunts?"

"Can you still be stronger than this person?"

This frustrating thought had just arisen, but then another thought came to him: "Everyone is a human being, he can cultivate to such an extent, why can't I? It seems that it is due to the fact that the exercises I have studied are not profound enough!"

Gu Mozhi slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Yiyuan's back, "One day, I will avenge this palm!"

With the fighting spirit in his heart, the gloomy aura on Gu Mozhi's face suddenly disappeared, "Now that Murong Bo is dead, let's go to Shenhe Village to explore first, maybe there will be something to gain." ”

At the same time, a question arises in my mind, "Who is this person?"

"When has there been such a young master in the world?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of any useful information. Xin said: "Find Shenhezhuang first!"

After he made up his mind, he stepped forward, and suddenly saw Duan Yu standing next to him, and had the intention to arrest him again and force him to question, but he was afraid of Yang Yi's methods, and he struggled for a long time, and finally he didn't dare to start, and stomped away.

When Yang Yi first saw Duan Yu, he wanted to draw a little blood from him to see if he could detoxify, but then he laughed dumbly, he was proficient in medical skills, and naturally knew that this was just wishful thinking, his blood may be able to detoxify, but it must be non-toxic, otherwise, if the blood is full of toxins, he will not be able to die anymore if he is poisonous, he may be able to be poisonous, but he can't heal others. What's more, Gu Caiyu must be able to attack poison before he can do it, and it is useless to ask for his blood. Therefore, this thought disappeared after only a few flashes, and then continued north.

In the boundaries of Suzhou, the food customs are different from those in the Central Plains, sweet and less spicy, especially the soft sound of Wu Nong sent by the girls in the territory, soft and glutinous, after listening to a few words, the bones seem to be a little softer.

This is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, there are many boats, and the carriage is not as convenient as the boat, so Yang Yi abandoned the car and changed the boat, all the way to the north. In the evening of this day, the passenger ship anchored near a small town, and Yang Yi led the yellow horse to run on the shore for a while, and a small bridge appeared in front of him.

In this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the single-plank bridge is extremely narrow, which allows two people to walk in parallel, but if one person is a little too strong, only one person can walk.

At this time, there was a strong man carrying two buckets of dung, standing opposite a man in black.

Yang Yi was surprised when he saw this, although he was a little far away from the two, but his ears and eyes were far more sensitive than ordinary people, and he could already see that among the two people, although the dung picker was tall and strong, he was an ordinary person, and he was undoubtedly an ordinary farmer, while the man in black on the opposite side had a deep breath and a dignified posture, and he obviously had not weak internal skills.

Yang Yi Lema stopped, watching the two from a distance, I don't know what is going on with these two.

After looking at it for a while, I heard the man in black say: "This old man, you and I spend from sunset to moonrise, from the first shift to the second shift, how long can you hold on with such a big dung? ”

The farmer in the dung township said: "I have already walked half of this single-plank bridge, which must not be conceded, and you can only retreat if you want to retreat." ”

The man in black said, "Your grandmother's, then let's continue to consume it!"

The farmer who picked up dung said: "Your grandmother's, you can consume it, as long as you are not afraid of the smell of dung!

Yang Yi looked interesting, his heart moved, he felt that this scene was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and when he was pondering, he suddenly turned his head to look into the distance, and saw a big man standing not far from the single-plank bridge, looking at the two people fighting for the road on the bridge, and watching it with relish.

Looking at his face, it was Qiao Feng.

Yang Yi turned his horse forward and shouted from afar: "Brother Qiao, are you okay recently?"

Qiao Feng was watching the two people on the bridge not far from the small bridge, thinking that no one would find out their whereabouts, and at this time, Yang Yi suddenly shouted in this quiet night, and in surprise, he turned around to look, only to see a yellow horse carrying a person, stepping on the stone and stepping on the grass in front of him in an instant.

At this time, the peasants who picked up dung on the bridge were suddenly drunk by Yang Yi, their footing was unstable, their bodies slipped, and their heads and feet fell under the bridge, and a load of dung also fell.

The man in black, who was opposing the villagers, suddenly reached out and grabbed the villagers with one hand, and at the same time grabbed the burden with the other hand, raised his arms flat like a bird spreading its wings, and clicked his feet on the bridge, and had already rushed to the other side.

In the dung buckets at both ends of the pick, not a drop of dung has ever been spilled.

Seeing that he was so good, the farmer who picked up dung was startled, and he didn't dare to be reckless, so he took the pick handed over by the man in black and left in a muffled voice.

The man in black no longer paid attention to the dung picking farmers, and turned to Yang Yi and Qiao Feng.

At this time, Qiao Feng had already seen Yang Yi's appearance clearly, and said happily: "It turned out to be Brother Yang, how did you get here?"

Yang Yi said with a smile: "I caught a woman, and I was going to take her to the north to kill again, but today when the boat docked and walked the horse, I happened to meet Brother Qiao." ”

Qiao Feng smiled: "It's really a coincidence!"

Yang Yidao: "If it's okay, how about a drink on the little brother's boat?"

Qiao Feng said: "I can't ask for it!"

Suddenly, the voice of the man in black came, "Dare to ask where are the two good friends?" When the voice came, the other person had already arrived in front of the two.

Qiao Feng saw that he was fast, and praised: "My friend is so handsome!" Just as he was about to report his name, he saw the man in black flickering in his hand, and a single knife had been copied into his hand, and shouted: "Don't worry about it, fight first!" The single knife in his hand was raised, and suddenly slashed towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng smiled: "It's interesting to step in!"

With the palm of his hand stretched, he had already grabbed the single knife cut by the man in black, and a strong force came out, and the man in black was shocked, and he hurriedly let go, and his body retreated rapidly.

The single knife has already reached Qiao Feng's hands.

(To be continued.) )