Deng Zixuan continued to move forward without saying a word, walked a few steps and turned his head to Zhang Yunqi and said seriously: "The so-called great man of chivalry, no matter when or under any circumstances, he will never forget where the righteousness lies. ”

Zhang Yunqi said: "I know these truths, but heroes don't suffer immediate losses." Liujiamen, Bishamen, Mo Tianyun, Shumen, and Chengtianmen are all looking for us, so many masters we can't help but guard against it. ”

Deng Zixuan's face was slightly dark, his anger was in his heart, his tone was a lot more solemn, and he said: "I don't want to make a plan, so I will leave!"

Zhang Yunqi was taken aback and said, "I didn't mean that, I just thought that we are in a weak position now, why don't we protect ourselves first, and then do great righteousness when we become strong in the future?"

Deng Zixuan's solemn expression eased a little, and his voice became lighter, and said, "Don't take the good as small, don't take the evil as small." The true chivalrous man will not do what he should not do, whether he is weak or strong. ”

Zhang Yunqi also eased some of his emotions, and thought: "Although I am not a great man, what Zixuan said is not wrong at all. How can a true chivalrous man do evil things in order to save his life? He nodded firmly to Deng Zixuan and said, "I remember, you wait for me." Teng Shen flashed into the farmhouse and returned his clothes, returned to Deng Zixuan's side, and smirked: "You are really a good teacher for me." ”

Deng Zixuan said: "A real good teacher is your own heart, only you can change yourself, only your heart knows what you should do." "Turn and walk.

Zhang Yunqi sighed lightly, walked along, and thought: "The Holy Sect is a great Taoist religion, and it is not only famous for martial arts, but also admired for its noble cultivation. Although Zixuan is young, he has refined righteousness and cultivated to be noble. On the contrary, I have nothing to do, I don't understand anything. I can't help but think of the avoidance of learning when I was a child, and I feel sad again.

The two entered an inn without concealment, and Zhang Yunqi shouted casually: "It's delicious, hurry up." Sit down at an empty table with Deng Zixuan.

When he just entered the door, he took advantage of the situation to take a bag of silver from a guest who went out and hid it in his arms, not daring to let Deng Zixuan find out, thinking: "How can I go out and be penniless, just think that I borrowed it first, and I will definitely return it later, it shouldn't be regarded as evil." Glancing at Deng Zixuan. Seeing Deng Zixuan's eyes glancing around the inn, he also followed suit, and was immediately taken aback, hurriedly turned his head and sank, thinking, "Oops, how can there be people from Chengtianmen." ”

At the two tables not far from their table sat eight monks dressed in the costumes of Western Xia monks, dressed in the same costume as the Western envoy they had seen at the ghost inn, Mozang, who was a monk from the Chengtianmen of the Western Xia Kingdom.

The eight monks were all carefully looking at everyone who entered and exited the inn, and naturally saw Zhang Yunqi and the two, and after examining it for a while, they continued to drink tea.

Zhang Yunqi and Deng Zixuan quickly ate and went to the two guest rooms on the second floor.

Zhang Yunqi was worried when he entered the guest room, Deng Zixuan did not dress up according to his ideas, and there was a monk from Chengtianmen sitting in the living room on the first floor, obviously showing his whereabouts. He is full of revenge and naturally can't take revenge now, so he can only want to protect himself first, and wait until he has practiced the high-level martial arts of "Xuantian Wuji Gong" to take revenge. He thought: "It's no coincidence that the people of Chengtianmen are in the inn for no reason, and the Liujiamen and Bishamen will be found soon, so they must leave first no matter what." "I changed into my own set of kaftans.

When I went out, I glanced at the living room and saw that there were many people coming and going in the living room, but the eight Chengtianmen monks were still drinking tea quietly, as if they were waiting for something, and thought: "I don't see the Western Envoy Mozang here, they must be him, and it will not be so easy to leave when Mozang arrives." ”

After thinking about it, he gently knocked on Deng Zixuan's guest room door twice, and heard Deng Zixuan's crisp and calm voice: "Come in." ”

Zhang Yunqi pushed open the door and went in and closed the door again, seeing that Deng Zixuan had changed into a set of delicate white shirts and long skirts, which was even more beautiful, his heart was hot again, and he stepped forward and said: "The eight Chengtianmen monks in the living room must be waiting for their Western Envoy to hide the end, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's change the inn, right?"

Deng Zixuan nodded in agreement, and the two walked to the window and looked at the living room on the first floor. Seeing that there were already five more hats with sickles on their backs in the living room, these five people were dressed as disciples of the Shumen Sword Sect, and they were quietly drinking tea around a guest table.

Zhang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Disciples of the Shumen Sword Sect, how could they be here?" Suddenly remembering the situation when Yu Fei captured Ouyang Shaowen by the dull ink, he was secretly injured, and his anger was also born, and he thought: "Where will Yu Fei capture Shaowen, but the people of the Sword Sect came here but didn't see him, didn't they find Yu Fei's whereabouts?"

Deng Zixuan also quietly stared at the actions of the disciples of the Shumen Sword Sect, and said, "Let's go!"

Zhang Yunqi hurriedly said: "Wait, Shaowen was captured by Yu Fei, the fifth son of the Sword Sect, it is rare to meet someone from the Sword Sect here, can you see if Yu Fei will appear first." ”

Deng Zixuan said: "The matter of saving people can be discussed in the long run, and it is more difficult to leave from time to time." ”

Zhang Yunqi knew that Deng Zixuan's martial arts were strong, but if Mo Tianyun, Fuyun, Mozang and other masters arrived, it would indeed be difficult to beat. The matter of investigating and rescuing Ouyang Shaowen had to be put in the bottom of his heart first, and after a period of faint sadness, he said: "Let's go through the back window to avoid colliding with strong enemies." ”

The two of them came to the window at the back of the guest room and looked out, and they were shocked again. The dense Jinsimen ironclad people had already unknowingly surrounded the entire inn, and the roofs were full of black-clothed disciples of Tusimen, all armed with bows and arrows.

Zhang Yunqi and Deng Zixuan glanced at each other, and there was a lot of helplessness in their eyes.

Zhang Yunqi said: "It's really fast, let's go through the front door." ”

The two turned to the window at the front of the room and looked out.

There were already more than twenty people in black silk and black clothes in the living room, and they formed a circle around the living room, staring at the disciples of the Shumen Sword Sect and the monks of the Chengtian Gate, and from time to time they were also looking at these guest rooms on the second floor.

Zhang Yunqi knew that something was wrong, but after all, there were people from the Shumen Sword Sect and Chengtianmen here, if they really fought, the three parties would inevitably fight to the death, and they could take the opportunity to slip away here.

But seeing that the five Shumen Sword Sect disciples just glanced at these Tusi Sect disciples, they didn't pay much attention to it and continued to drink tea. A little puzzled, he thought: "Yu Fei was injured by Fuyun and others, but the disciples of the Sword Sect have no grudge against the disciples of the Tusi Sect, it seems that they really did not find Yu Fei's whereabouts, and they did not know that Yu Fei was injured before." ”

Seeing that the eight Chengtianmen monks also just glanced at the black-clothed man and continued to drink tea, he said to himself: "Their western envoys must have grievances when they fight with Fuyun and Liaoyuan, why do they have no grudge against the disciples of Tusimen?"

Deng Zixuan said: "After all, it is not in the Western Xia Kingdom, there is no need for Chengtianmen to cause trouble for itself. ”

Zhang Yunqi said: "In that case, why didn't the Liujiamen take the opportunity to eliminate the people of Chengtianmen first and reduce the opponents?"

Deng Zixuan said: "Whether it is in the Northern Song Kingdom or the Western Xia Kingdom, no matter how powerful the sect is, it is not easy to destroy the Chengtian Gate. ”

Zhang Yunqi nodded in agreement, continued to look, and thought: "So many powerful sects are involved in this dispute, and they hate each other but fear each other. In order to survive these powerful sectarian strife, one must possess strong enough martial arts. After thinking about it, he sighed lightly, and couldn't help but think of the situation when Zhang Ze forced him to practice martial arts when he was a child, and he felt sad again, thinking: "If I can go back to the past and calmly study and practice the mental method of "Xuantian Wujigong" passed on to me by the 'master', how good it would be." The "master" here naturally refers to the Wuxu Zhenren, who has long regarded the Wuxu Zhenren as a master in his heart, although he has not experienced the apprenticeship.

Now he could only suppress his revenge in his heart, and now the most important thing was to find a way to escape, so he began to think about it.

He turned around and walked to the window on the back side, looked at the ironclad people and the black-clothed people who were densely packed outside, and thought, "I have been surrounded, I don't know if this 'Cloud Dragon Two Folds' function will take Deng Zixuan to avoid the arrow rain of the disciples of the Tusi Sect on the roof and escape from the encirclement." ”

Now I don't have to think about whether I can or can't, I have to give it a bold try, and just about to turn around, I saw the fire falling on the roof in front of me, and a chill poured from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Now with the addition of Liaoyuan, it is even more impossible for him to take Deng Zixuan to jump over the wall, so he has to find other ways.

Reluctantly, he turned around and came to the window in front of him and looked at Deng Zixuan.

There were three more people in the living room, one was a man in his thirties who was short in stature, carrying a double sickle on his back, wearing a hat, and standing in front of the guest table of the five Sword Sect disciples.

One standing in front of the guest table of the eight Chengtianmen monks was the envoy of the Chengtianmen West.

One is the Tusi Fuyun standing in front of the Tusi Sect disciple.

The three of them were relatively hostile, and a murderous aura spread from the three of them.

The three of them hated each other for a while, but none of them made the first move. The icy silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps, and Jin Si Hancheng walked into the living room and stopped beside Fuyun.

As soon as Zhang Yunqi saw Fuyun and Han Cheng, a cold and fiery pain tore in his heart, and he was a little groggy with hatred and resentment, and scolded in a lost voice: "Two horsemen, one day I will kill them with my own hands!"

Deng Zixuan also felt this way, and the situation of Fang Rui's murder suddenly came to mind. But she quickly suppressed her anger and quickly regained her composure, apparently not believing that now was the best time for revenge.

Fuyun walked in front of the Shumen Sword Sect man, looked at it coldly, and said coldly: "Red Ji Longfei!"

The man from the Sword Sect also replied coldly: "Tusi Fuyun!" This person is the sixth son of the "Six Sons" of the Shumen Sword Sect - Hongji Longfei.

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