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Lu Qingdu breathed a long sigh of relief, a puff of white smoke dissipated, the internal force in the body flowed, and the Quanzhen True Heart Law went up to the next level, the middle of the fifth floor.

Eighteen palms of dragon descending, frost and ice-breaking palms, Quanzhen swordsmanship, Taiyi swordsmanship, Lu Qingdu practiced one after another, only to feel that the qi and blood were bulging, the divine light was restrained, and he looked up to the sky and roared, and his spirit was in the sky.

Yan Zhiming ran from afar: "Congratulations to the master, martial arts have improved again!"

Since the one-armed steel fork monster ravaged Changchun Palace, Yan Zhiming's attitude has become more and more respectful, Lu Qingdu saw it in his heart, but he didn't feel anything unusual, bullying the soft and fearing the hard, worshipping the strong is human nature, which cannot be erased or reduced.

Lu Qingdu looked at Li Ziyan beside Yan Zhiming and laughed softly: "You are here." ”

Li Ziyan generously bowed his hand and said, "Apprentice see master." ”

Lu Qingdu touched his chin: "It was your idea for Empress Naima Zhen to suddenly summon us, right?"

Li Ziyan covered his mouth and chuckled: "The disciple has had a good relationship with the queen since he was a child, and he mentioned a few words, but he didn't expect the mother to take the initiative to summon him, speaking of which, the master should not praise the disciple for his merits, it is the disciple's duty to do things for the sect!"

Lu Qingdu took a deep look at Li Ziyan, he asked himself with a vicious look, but for this girl who was less than ten years old, he always had a feeling of seeing flowers in a fog and always being separated by a layer.

After chatting a few words, Li Ziyan suddenly said coquettishly: "Master, when will you teach me martial arts? When you were in Chongyang Palace last year, you promised to teach me martial arts." ”

Lu Qingdu smiled, and was just about to speak, when Yang Guo suddenly trotted in the distance: "Xiaolu, there is a girl at the mountain gate, saying that she has an appointment with you." ”

Li Ziyan sighed on the side: "I said, why doesn't the master treat me? It turns out that the peach blossoms are blooming, **** is blinding! Master, is this the disciple's master?"

Lu Qingdu was a little speechless, and instructed Yan Zhiming to clean up the main hall, find a good futon seat, sit upright, with a solemn face, at first glance, he really looks like a master, there is a way to be true, Yang Guo and Li Ziyan stood behind him funny, and they were virgins and girls.

Yan Zhiming took the girl into the hall, Lu Qingdu was stunned, and then smiled: "Miss Wanyan, I haven't seen you for many days." ”

It was the night that she assassinated Yelu Chucai, was captured by Yelu Qi, and was rescued by Lu Qingdu, Wan Yanping, she was wearing a white dress at this time, wearing a hairpin on her head, and a pair of embroidered shoes under her feet, young and beautiful, although the weather was cold in spring, but there were some beads of sweat on her face.

She bowed and said, "Dao Chief, when the little woman was about to leave that night, you said to me... ”

Before she finished speaking, she heard Li Ziyan muttering behind her: "Sure enough, it's the master's wife, it seems that she will continue to pat on the back." ”

Lu Qingdu rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "Uncle Yan, how are the disciples doing martial arts today?"

Yan Zhiming hurriedly said: "Lord, everyone is ready, just waiting for you to review." ”

Lu Qingdu waved his hand and said: "At this time, hand it over to Yang Guo, Ziyan, you are responsible for supervising Yang Guo, this kid is soft-hearted, and it is inevitable that there will be places for stealing and playing tricks." ”

Yang Guo is a good teacher, he was still excited, but he listened to the cheating and tricks, and was a little speechless, he snorted and glanced at Li Ziyan, and became more and more disdainful.

There was only one man and one woman left in the main hall, Wan Yan Ping opened her mouth, but Lu Qingdu took the lead and said: "Wan Yan girl, if you want to take revenge that day, you must rush to Changchun Palace within three days, but why didn't you come until today?"

Wan Yanping was a little embarrassed, she bowed her head and said, "Don't be angry, the little woman also has a last resort." Since the Mongols destroyed the Dajin Kingdom, the Jurchens have been like rats crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, and they are in a difficult situation, especially the little girl is still from the royal family, and she is becoming more and more hostile. ”

Lu Qingdu nodded and said, "In this way, it is rude." ”

Wan Yanping hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, everything is the little woman's fault." After a pause, she cautiously asked, "Dao Chief, the little woman is eager for revenge, but I don't know, why did Dao Elder teach me?"

Lu Qingdu chuckled and said: "Kill people to pay for your life, repay debts, the Mongols have destroyed your Dajin, and Miss Wanyan wants to take revenge, and she will definitely destroy the Mongols' Khan's court." ”

Wan Yanping was stunned, pointed at herself a little dumbfounded, and stammered: "Dao, Dao Chief, you, what did you say, destroy the Mongols?"

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, although she hated the Mongols, but she never thought about it, the Mongols were at their peak today, wreaking havoc on the world, and it would be even more difficult to destroy them, even hindering their expansion.

The corners of Lu Qingdu's mouth twitched, flickering, eh, the conversation is like this, first throw out a bomb, and wait until the audience is circled, what you say is what it is.

After half a pillar of incense, Wan Yanping looked at Lu Qingdu in astonishment and said, "Dao Chief, can this work?"

Lu Qingdu said with a smile: "The plan is in the people, the success is in the sky, when the gold is still there, have you ever been wiped out by the Mongols thousands of miles away?"

Wan Yanping lowered her head silently, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, Dao Chief, as long as you can help me avenge me, the little woman's life will be handed over to you." ”

The tenth day of the first month.

Han folk ritual stone festival, mice marry, Lu Qingdu took a group of Taoist priests and believers in Changchun Palace to worship the stone god, in fact, it is said to be a stone god, in fact, it is a round stone like grinding but not artificially polished.

After three bows and nine knocks, Lu Qingdu instructed Cui Zhifang to preside over the Jiao Festival, and he took Li Ziyan and Yang Guo to Dadu secretly.

At this time, most of the people are boiling, the traffic is busy, and they are catching up with the white moon of the Mongolians, also called Baijie, eh, Baijie?

Most of the old and new cities, fifty squares, lively and extraordinary, rubbing shoulders, all kinds of people on the street, yellow, white and black, Huihui, Jurchen, Goryeo, Han and various nationalities, all of them, if it is not for the surrounding scenery, Lu Qingdu really thinks that he has reached the metropolis of the 21st century.

Li Ziyan sighed on the side: "When will Jinan Mansion be able to have such prosperity." ”

Lu Qingdu smiled: "Don't worry, there will be a day." ”

Li Ziyan's eyes were erratic, and he said absentmindedly: "Maybe." ”

Yang Guo ran around, Lu Qingdu said twice, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, walking past a martial arts hall, the courtyard door was wide open, and there was a sound from inside, Lu Qingdu looked up at the door plaque, and then stepped in.

At this time, in the courtyard, an old boxer was practicing the routine, Lu Qingdu glanced at it a few times, nodded secretly, but there are also extraordinary, but this old gentleman does not practice martial arts, and the move connection is quite flawed, and the person is old, weak and weak, slow, and it is okay to fight a hooligan ruffian, and he really wants to go to the battlefield, that is, twenty gold coins, as cannon fodder.

Seeing that the guests were coming, the old boxer stopped his movements and asked, "Dare to ask who is the honorable driver?"

Lu Qingdu said with a smile: "Poor Dao Quanzhen Sect Changchunzi has a disciple, and the Dao number is pure. ”

The old boxer hurriedly saluted and said, "It turns out that he is a master of the Quanzhen Sect, please accept the worship of the little old man!"

As he spoke, he knelt down with his robe, and the thirty-four disciples behind him were dumbfounded, and Lu Qingdu hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Don't dare to do this, you are an elder." ”

The old boxer was not reluctant, and said with a smile: "In the past, if it wasn't for the Changchun Zidao Chief's rescue, the old man would have died in Shanxi a long time ago, and I am afraid that my red fist will be lost from now on." ”

Red boxing, originated in Shaanxi, Zhou Qin, born from the experience of the war soldiers, pay attention to the blood, fist to death, the Ming Dynasty Qi Jiguang formed the Qi family army, to fight against the Japanese Kou, the soldiers' boxing practice is to copy the red boxing, it can be seen its might.

However, in the martial arts world, with the blessing of internal force, the martial artists are faster and more physically tough, and in the eyes of ordinary people, the moves are exquisite, and the red fist that is difficult to practice is not worth mentioning in the eyes of martial arts people, and it has completely reduced to a third-rate boxing method like Taizu's long fist.

The matter of the old boxer, Lu Qingdu is naturally clear, otherwise he would not come to the door rashly, and made an appointment to the secret room to talk in detail for a while, the old boxer bowed his head and said: "The Taoist has the world in his heart, and the old man has served, but if he is sent, he will never shirk." ”

Lu Qingdu nodded with a smile, and when he left, he saw a five or six-year-old child in the corner, with a straight face, practicing boxing, and everyone else was resting and joking, but he was so cold, still covered with beads of sweat, one move and one style, although slightly immature, but with a convincing power.

After looking at it curiously for a while, he stepped forward and asked, "Whose child are you?"

The child took the posture, saluted, and then said: "Tell the Taoist chief, the kid is from the Eight Neighboring Tribes, my father is the inner guard, and the cowardly Xue army commander Xiaogutai." After a pause, he continued: "The boy's name is Boyan. ”