Torre's marshal's golden tent was indeed located in this mansion, but according to the marching habits, he did not sleep in the wooden building of the Song people, and still held up a large cowhide tent in the back garden, eating and living together, and used it as a command post. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Chi Lao Wen had just left and sent the fourth prince Kublai Khan back. Torre's son has a unique personality since he was a child, and he doesn't play cards according to common sense, which is a headache. Among the sons born to his wife, only he and Meng Ge have the highest IQ, and others such as Hülegü and Ali Buge are just blindly brave and difficult to achieve. Kublai Khan was naturally included in the clan sequence of the heirs of the empire, and it was not good to punish him excessively, so he could only order Chi Lao Wen to strengthen his supervision and not allow this kid to leave the camp without permission.

Although Chi Lao Wen was one of the four founding masters of the Lemon Empire, he did not have a heavy army like Mu Huali and them. is just focused on the daily work of the Imperial Family Guard Legion, these things to take care of the children are all within their part, and they can't be shirked. He did not tell Kublai Khan about his "poisoning", this kind of statement needs to be true, and if he accidentally reports a mistake, he is in danger of losing his head. He withdrew from the Golden Tent and went straight to find a military doctor.

The guards told that the next one to come back was Yin Zhenren. Torre hurriedly invited, and the shaman high priest Banzha happily, took Yin Zhiping's hand, and walked in with a dance step. Needless to say, this was done, and Torre congratulated the two, thanked Yin Zhenren, and asked the high priest if he had been abused by the Song people. Nabanza looked surprised, "How can there be? That's not an ordinary Song people, they are all divine envoys." Originally, we were going to see the immortals together, but as soon as Yin Zhenren appeared, the Tao was all over the sky, and they were extremely impressed, and now they are all accepted as Quanzhen's subordinates. A friend's friend is a friend, right?"

Yin Zhiping listened to what he said, and was afraid that Torrey would be suspicious, so he hurriedly stopped the conversation, "It's a few people who cultivate the truth and learn the Quanzhen Dao method." I took them in to help the adults. Torrey was very satisfied, "It's good to be safe!" Yin Zhenren has merit, I will send someone to present 100 pieces of jade and 1,000 taels of silver to Yanjing Changchun Palace. Banza was stunned for a moment, "What about me?" Torre smiled and stared at the shaman high priest who was cute at every turn for a while, "You were originally under the Kuduan tent, right? King Zong was sent by me to escort grain and grass, so you don't have to go, stay here and do as you like." Banza frowned and thought for a few seconds, then rejoiced again, "It's okay, it's closer to Yin Zhenren this way, I'm about to communicate with him more." There's a song about great friendship that goes like this......"

Torre waved his hand, "Return the account - Yin Zhenren, you are responsible for arranging Banza." He turned around and went to the back tent to rest.

Out of the golden tent, in the back garden of the mansion, Ba Jinsong and others were still waiting under the guards, Yin Zhiping led everyone into the three-entry cross-courtyard of the mansion, that is, the last courtyard, and found a few vacant rooms to settle everyone. There were already soldiers who sent wine, meat and dried fruits, and everyone was overjoyed, and it was another nonsense to eat Haisai. The last full meal was invited by Daliangshan Toast.

Ba Jinsong has one room for himself, and Luo Baiyan and his son have one room. Six guards have three beds in one room, sleeping in two shifts. The awake people stood guard on duty, and Ba Lao could not trust these murderous tartars, what if they suddenly turned their faces? He was the last to eat even those wine and meat, after making sure that the others were okay after eating.

Before going to bed, Ba Jinsong took out the "Divine Stone" that was holding his waist and eyes, and looked at it for a long time. But what's the use? Or rather, how should it be used? I couldn't think of an answer, so I fell asleep slowly. Days of running around and working hard made the person in charge of the Qingcheng Dantai Bidong Sect very tired, he had long since stopped participating in the front-line battles, and spent his days in the Qingshuiwan Hot Spring mansion pampered and pampered. This time, it was an accident to be driven to the shelves by the Heavenly Master. This waist, this leg, are very sore. You have to pick it up and practice. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

In the haze, several beautiful ladies hidden in the house came to call Ba Ye in turn, some pinched, some kneaded, made him very cool. The butler came in and served the best tea, and then took a cigarette gun and lit a bubble. These subordinates are really going to do something. Suddenly, Jing Yan broke in, grabbed Ba Jinsong from the couch, and asked, "Have you found my son?" With a wave of his arm, he threw him far away and fell into the smoky hot spring pool in the courtyard. The water was different from before, it became unfathomable, and Ba Jin's hands and feet were heavy, as if he was bound, he could not paddle at all, and gradually sank into the boundless darkness underwater. Suddenly, a floating corpse floated in front of his eyes, and the two faced each other, this miserable white face was not who Jing Qianchuan was! The floating corpse opened its eyes very abruptly, staring straight at Ba Jinsong, and a voice came indistinctly from underwater, "Ba Lao, has always been good?"

Ba Lao was sweating and woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and was horrified to find that the nightmare was still there! Jing Qianchuan's long white face was facing his nose, and the evil smile was both familiar and annoying.

It's not a dream, it's really Jing Qianchuan.

Ba Jinsong came to his senses and found that his hands and feet were still sore. Knowing the Tao, he didn't have a seizure, but just pretended to be concerned and said, "Qianchuan? Is it really you? God pity you, you are still alive! I came to look for you at the risk of death on the orders of your father, Master Jingtian." Needless to say, help me up and follow me. ”

Jing Qianchuan straightened his waist and looked at Ba Lao on the bed, "Come with you? Where can you go? Don't you know that this is the Southern Song Dynasty? Hehe, don't be naïve, let's go with the flow." The sooner anyone adapts to this savage jungle, the more hopeful they are of being the last survivor. He reached out and picked up the glowing "Divine Stone" from the bed, and looked at it with interest, "This is a good thing." If you can make the National Teacher personally make a big move, there must be something wonderful about it! I'll take it for you first. Perhaps, this is the winning ticket I was destined to win. ”

Ba Lao didn't know who he was talking about, and he didn't know how Jing Qianchuan appeared in Chengdu, it seemed that this guy was doing well, his body was clean, and there was no sign of sin. Who's to say? A good bastard, there's a sky everywhere.

That day, in the valley of Qingcheng, Jing Qianchuan took a member of his team and fled in a crowd among the refugees. They traveled all the way to the west, and found that the humanistic style of this era was very different from that of later generations. The towns that were originally familiar are completely gone, and some villages exist in some places where no one has been left in the future. Relying on their Daofa, they robbed a fleeing carriage, dispersed the small landlord's family, and drove westward. The cart had prepared water and food for the family. Now that they belong to the two of them, they can maintain supplies for a long time, and Jing Qianchuan is very satisfied with his decisiveness.

The carriage hurried and hurried, and the more it went, the more deserted it became. They did not know that at this time they had entered the sphere of influence of the Tibetan tribe. During the Southern Song Dynasty, almost all of the people west of Chengdu Prefecture were Tubo vassals. The climate in this area is quite conducive to plant growth, and many Tibetans have gone down to the plateau to grow barley and graze cattle and sheep here.

The member of the shovel team who was driving suddenly grabbed the reins of the two horses, turned around and said, "There is a situation ahead." Jing Qianchuan got up and watched, in a hilly area in the distance, wild grass was lying on the ground, and about a hundred fierce beasts were besieging a lama. Strange to say, this beast is not only numerous, but also very diverse. There are jackals, wolves, mastiffs and snow leopards, and the largest is the brown bear, although the proportion is not large, but it is extremely brave and is the main force of the attack. It is a spectacle for these beasts, who are usually not harmonious, to gather together and surround a human being. The horse was restless, Jing Qianchuan jumped out of the carriage, tore off the two pieces of tarpaulin on the canopy, and covered the horse's eyes, and then quieted down. The two of them crouched in the grass, watching this strange fight with cold eyes.

It was too far away to see the lama's expression clearly, but I saw that he was calmly moving. The wide purple robe swayed with its body, shuttling and fighting among the beasts, and with each blow, one or two fierce beasts screamed and flew out of the battle group, like gods.

A brown bear stood up, and his palms took turns to exhale, and the lama actually dared to face the brown bear, and the human hand and the bear's paw collided together, crackling. The other male bear grew up with his body, pounced on the side, grabbed the lama by the throat, flashed the bear's paw embrace, turned around and rode on his chest, raised his fist and slammed the bear's head! A clouded leopard that had been behind him for a long time, seized the opportunity, with the cunning peculiar to felines, flew behind the lama, opened his bloody mouth in the air, and bit him straight at the back of the neck.

When the surrounding jackals saw this, they excitedly rushed up together, surrounding the lama and forming a huge three-dimensional beast mass with colorful fur. I see that this man is about to hang!

Suddenly, he let out a loud roar, purple light burst out, the felt robe on his body exploded, and six more thick arms stretched out from his back, some holding magic weapons, some empty-handed. One of the hands caught the clouded leopard and threw it to the ground, smashing it on the shoulder of a large wolf, and the two beasts wailed at the same time, breaking bones. The other two hands grabbed the jackal and the mastiff respectively, and struck each other together, shattering the skull. The plasma spilled out, making the other beasts even more excited, and they pounced on them one after another with a numerical advantage. The lama's original two arms, without delay, still slammed the male bear under him, only two punches, smashed the cervical vertebrae, the bear dragged a foot-long white saliva in the mouth, only gasping was left, paralyzed on the ground, completely lost combat effectiveness. The remaining three arms, respectively holding the sword, the demon pestle and the Gangdong bone horn, the knife and pestle waved, shooting out two purple essences, one in the form of a sheet cut, and the other in the form of a bundle of bursts. In an instant, the surrounding beasts wailed all over the field, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!

When Jing Qianchuan saw such supernatural powers, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide! Although this person is not three-headed, he has more than six arms, and the front and back add up, and a full eight arms dance together! What kind of ghost is this? One thing is certain, his own Taoism is inferior to the scum in front of this person.