The place where Li Kexiu and his wife live now was arranged by the Red Flower Society, in a small village on the edge of the West Lake. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Song Jie waited for a while Lu Feiqing, and the three of them returned to Li Kexiu's residence together.

"Yuan Zhi, you go and ask your uncle to pack your luggage, and we will leave Hangzhou today. ”

Song Jie thought about it and felt that there was no need to stay in Hangzhou any longer, he also had to find a place to retreat, it was better to let Li Yuanzhi and them go back to Xinjiang to be safer.

"Oh!"

Li Yuanzhi obediently agreed, and hurriedly ran into the house.

"Song Jie, you are too impatient to do this time. ”

Lu Feiqing sighed and said with a wry smile.

"No! I don't think I'm doing anything wrong. Master, you only know that the rivers and lakes are sinister, but you don't know that the sinister officialdom is far more sinister than the rivers and lakes ten million times, and the emperor can suppress hundreds of officials, and he will definitely not be a sincere gentleman. You all think of Qianlong too well, in fact, he is far worse than you think. ”

Song Jie suddenly smiled faintly and looked at the inner courtyard.

I saw that in the courtyard, Li Yuanzhi had already rushed out with Li Kexiu and his wife, they didn't have any valuable luggage, and they didn't take anything.

"Song Jie, you are really bold. Even the emperor dares to kill!"

As soon as Li Kexiu saw Song Jie, a wry smile appeared on his face, he never thought that Song Jie would kill the emperor one day, this is no longer something that can be described by boldness.

"If you kill it, you will kill it, isn't it an emperor?

Song Jie laughed, not caring about this matter at all.

Although he has lived in this world for five or six years, his modern thinking has existed for more than twenty years, and he has never been in awe of the so-called imperial power.

The emperor is also a human being, as long as he is a human being, what can't he kill? Moreover, the Qianlong Emperor of this world is not a good person, and killing it is regarded as eliminating harm for the people.

With his current martial arts, if he wants to hide, even if the Manchu Qing Dynasty mobilizes the power of the country, he doesn't want to find him, and besides, he was going to retreat, that is, he wanted to hide for a while.

"Let's go, Song Jie, I know you won't do anything that has no way back, now tell me where we're going?"

Li Kexiu sighed slightly, but he was helpless, everyone had already been killed, no one had the ability to bring him back from the dead, and all of them were destined to become the biggest wanted criminals in the country.

There is no greater sin than killing the emperor.

"Let's go back to Xinjiang!"

To go back to Xinjiang, Song Jie also thought about it, first, the tribes who returned to Xinjiang had some friendship with him, and when he recaptured the Koran, it was considered a favor for them, and there should be no problem for them to help take care of a few people, and Huo Qingtong was returning to Xinjiang.

Second, although they have nothing to do now, when the news of Qianlong's death breaks out, they will definitely become wanted criminals by the Qing court, so the Qing court's ruling scope must not stay any longer, and returning to Xinjiang just meets the requirements.

Before the news of them becoming wanted criminals came out, Lu Feiqing bought a few good horses and a carriage in Hangzhou, and quietly left Hangzhou with the help of the Red Flower Society.

On this day, the group rushed to the Mengjin Ferry, and it was basically safe to cross the Yellow River, and Song Jie was ready to find a place to retreat alone.

"Master, let me kill it again north of the Yellow River, it is estimated that I am still in a hurry, and I don't have the energy to care about any wanted criminals, there is no danger in the future, let's leave it alone!"

Song Jie rented a whole boat at the ferry and sent Lu Feiqing and others on the ferry, but he didn't go up.

"Brother Jie, aren't you going back to Xinjiang with us?"

"Yes, Song Jie, aren't you going to go back to Xinjiang?"

Li Kexiu said in surprise. I really can't figure out if he is now a wanted criminal, or the highest-ranking kind, if he doesn't go back to Xinjiang, then where is he going to go?

"I have already told my master about this matter, I will find a deep mountain and dense forest to retreat and practice when I send you across the Yellow River, and my current martial arts have reached a bottleneck. Don't worry, they don't even dream of finding me. ”

Lu Feiqing nodded and said that what Song Jie said was true, although he didn't agree with Song Jie to go to retreat alone, but at Song Jie's insistence, he finally agreed.

"Master, you handed over this short sword and this letter to Huo Qingtong Huo on my behalf, and told her that I already know the secret of this sword, but I can't go with her now in that ancient city, if she is interested, you can gather people to take a look for herself." I've written all about this sword in this letter, and she'll know what it's all about when she's done reading it. ”

Song Jie pulled out the short sword inserted in his waist, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to Lu Feiqing together.

This letter does write all the things about the ancient sword, and the secrets about the ancient sword mentioned in the original book, as well as the way to enter the ancient city, are clearly written on it.

Huo Qingtong gave him this sword at the beginning, and he also used this sword to kill a lot of people along the way, and now this secret can be regarded as compensation for Huo Qingtong.

Seeing Lu Feiqing and the others' ferries away from the ferry and rowing towards the other side of the Yellow River, Song Jie suddenly sighed, he always had a bad premonition, as if it would be a long time before he could meet them.

Looking at the blue sky on the horizon, the yellow figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, as well as the emerald green feather on his head.

"Cuiyu Yellow Shirt! Maybe it's really going to be a long time before we meet!"

Song Jie shook his head slightly, shaking off distracting thoughts.

"It's good to go to Zhongnan Mountain, it should be very suitable for retreat and cultivation!"

Zhongnan Mountain, also known as Taiyi Mountain, Dilung Mountain, the pulse of Kunlun, the tail title Songyue, Zhong Lingyuxiu, magnificent and wonderful, as the south screen of the capital, is the giant obstacle of Yongliang.

Its mountain is full of clouds and mist all the year round, thousands of peaks are stacked and green, the scenery is beautiful, known as "the fairy capital", "the crown of the cave sky" and "the first blessed land in the world".

Since ancient times, Zhongnan Mountain is the holy land of Taoism, Lao Tzu, Sun Simiao, Lu Dongbin and others have lived in seclusion here, during the Southern Song Dynasty, the Quanzhen patriarch Wang Chongyang established the Quanzhen here, becoming the first major sect of Taoism.

Thousands of years have passed, and there are many abandoned Taoist temples on Zhongnan Mountain, which are the residences of hermits in the past.

On a small mountain peak, a young man in a white robe was climbing upwards with a big burden on his back.

The burden was so big that it could almost completely cover the young man's body, but the young man carried it on his back with the same face as usual, and he walked like flying under his feet, and climbed a dozen stone stairs between breaths.

In less than a cup of tea, the boy had climbed to the top of the mountain with a big burden on his back, and what he saw was a verdant bamboo forest.

On the opposite side of the bamboo forest, a dilapidated Taoist temple stands there, abandoned, but still intact.

The young man walked into the Taoist temple with his burden on his back, threw it on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, it should be enough for at least two months' worth of food!"

The boy untied the baggage, and there were some rice, noodles, meat and vegetables, as well as a lot of sweet potatoes that were easy to preserve, and in addition to that, there was a pot and a lot of fire folds.

This young man is Song Jie, who went to Zhongnan Mountain to retreat and cultivate, he arrived at Zhongnan Mountain three days ago, spent three days to find such a suitable Taoist temple, ran to the market town below the mountain to buy food and living necessities, and planned not to go down the mountain for two months.

"It's time to look at Pure Yang Wujigong. I don't know if it's useful. ”

Song Jie took out a book from his close chest, the ink on the book was obviously newly written, and this book was the first three layers of Pure Yang Wuji Gong that Lu Feiqing silently wrote for him.

"Let's try it! Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth! It's a bit expensive!"

Song Jie looked at the Pure Yang Wuji Gong in his hand and hesitated, using his body for experiments, and it was very likely that he would be done if he was not careful.

If you don't give it a try, you don't seem to be reconciled, do you have to be trapped in the current realm, you are only eighteen years old, and for so long in the future, you can only watch the internal strength without the slightest increase!

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! I must try, even if it really costs me my life in the end!"

Song Jie gritted his teeth, his gaze gradually became firm, and he meditated on the spot, his heart turned to the sky, trying to start cultivating according to the cultivation method of Pure Yang Wuji Gong.

"Huh!"

Song Jie was amazed to feel the changes in the internal power in his body, the internal power he had originally obtained from the point acupoint chapter was gradually integrating the pure Yang Wuji Gong into it, and the newly obtained internal power seemed to have obtained the characteristics of the Pure Yang Wuji Gong.

Pure, both inside and outside, pure yang......

"Could it be that my internal martial arts can also be fused with other internal strengths? Now that I have fused the pure Yang Wuji Gong, this should belong to the Zhiyang Gong Method, and I don't know if it can also fuse the Yin attribute exercises. ”

Song Jie secretly guessed, and then thought of the current situation in this world, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Forget it, it's not easy to have a copy of Pure Yang Wuji Gong in this world, where can I find the Yin Attribute Exercise?"

sighed, packed up his mind, and Song Jie once again threw himself into cultivation.

Half a month later, in the small Taoist temple in front of the bamboo forest, Song Jie sat cross-legged on the ground, and his moon-white robe was already covered with dust.

A moment later, Song Jie opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out of his eyes, fleeting, so that people didn't have time to catch them.

"That feeling is getting more and more obvious, and it seems that in two or three days, we should be able to break through the bottleneck. ”

Song Jie muttered to himself, with an excited smile on his face, after half a month of trying and cultivating, he had already integrated the first two layers of Pure Yang Wuji Gong into his internal strength, and now the third layer was almost the same.

Song Jie laughed, stood up, walked out of the Taoist temple with a small pot, fetched water by the mountain stream, made lunch by himself, and returned to cultivation in the afternoon.

In this way, three days passed, and on the morning of the fourth day, the golden crow was crying, the purple air was all over the sky, and the rising rays of sunlight shone on Song Jie's body through the Taoist temple, reflecting his whole person into a piece of gold.

Song Jie was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, he had already completely devoted his attention to cultivation, and at this time, the true qi in his body was running rapidly, and the third layer of Pure Yang Wuji Gong was instantly fused into it. ‘

However, what frightened Song Jie was that after the True Qi in his body fused with the characteristics of Pure Yang Wuji Gong, instead of slowing down, it was running faster and faster, and the True Qi in his whole body was rampaging through the meridians like a flood, and Song Jie had no way to control these True Qi.

"Boom!"

As the speed of True Qi became faster and faster, suddenly, Song Jie's mind seemed to be a thunderclap, instantly blasting his mind into a blank.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and it was vaguely as if this person was floating up, just like the last time he crossed over!

"Brush!"

The scene in front of him changed suddenly, but Song Jie's consciousness did not improve in the slightest.

Darkness! Boundless darkness!

He felt that his whole person was plunged into boundless darkness, and the whole world seemed to have only a trace of spiritual light, as if a century had passed, and even that spiritual light flickered in the darkness, as if it would be broken at any time.

"Dad...... Mother...... Go home...... I must go back ......."

It seemed that a voice kept ringing in his head, and Song Jie's consciousness began to slowly recover in a blur.

"It's ...... Where is it?"