Huangfu was silent for a while, although he missed Hestia's safety, but at this time, he was more relieved to leave Liuli here alone.

Liuli saw his hesitation, and said with a smile: "I'm also very curious about how beautiful that Persian Pope is, and he actually makes Fang La never forget, and if he does this, you can rest assured, I'll stay here, and I'll be fine!"

Huangfu Yan was still relieved, and Liuli had already turned around and walked towards the depths of the ruined temple.

Shook his head with a wry smile, made up his mind, Huangfu buried the body of King Baoshu in a deep pit outside, and there was no monument, he was dressed neatly, and erased the traces inside and outside the broken temple, and repeatedly told Liuli not to run around, so he followed the traces left by King Baoshu and ran towards Mingzhou City.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and a solemn atmosphere shrouded around Mingzhou Port.

Huangfu Yan followed the blood stains shed by the righteous Treasure Tree King all the way, and erased the traces along the way, but the speed did not slow down in the slightest, saving people like fighting fire.

The headquarters of the Manichaean flood flag is in Mingzhou Harbor. The emperor saw clearly, and the large ships in front of him were all planted with a flaming flag, which was a Manichaean person.

Those ships were more than thirty feet from the shore, and no one could fly more than thirty feet at once, no matter how clever the man's light skills were.

The emperor stepped on the stone platform of the port, and was secretly thinking about how to pass, when two figures suddenly passed by, and the speed was as fast as a ghost.

The emperor was surprised, and he didn't know who it was.

When I looked at it with my eyes, I saw that one of them was a middle-aged man who looked like a king in white, with a light fur and a chic demeanor. The long hair on the head of the other person was tied with a golden ring, and his appearance was a little different from that of the Central Plains, as if he was a monk, wearing a yellow monk's robe, in his forties, and wearing cloth clothes and shoes.

Just as he was about to see how the two of them crossed the river, they saw the man in white jump to the shore, fly up suddenly, and spread his wings behind him.

Huang Fu was dumbfounded, and then he realized that there were two special equipment on his body, just like the wings of a big eagle, and he easily flew over a distance of more than thirty zhang with the power of the flapping of his wings. It is a flying wing made of eagle feathers, exquisitely made, with special clothes, and the wings are manipulated with the power of the stretched arms. Although this is not a very complicated matter, it is not an easy task for one person to be able to make two eagle feathers into flying wings and maneuver them so flexibly.

Soon, the man in white had landed on the plank, retracted his wings, and only made two slight bulges between his ribs, which seemed to definitely not hinder his dexterity with others.

When the monk saw it, although he was anxious, he was helpless, so he could only scold vigorously: "Damn the 'Iron Palm Condor'!"

Huang Fu Yan knew that these two might coincide with his purpose, and wanted to go up and talk.

Suddenly, two figures floated over, landing in front of Huangfu Yan and Fan Monk respectively, white clothes and black hats, it was the Manichaean, obviously the movement of the "Iron Palm Condor" had attracted the attention of the Night Watchman.

The visitor waved his arm and shouted, "Your Excellency, please leave this place for the time being." ”

Huangfu smiled and said, "Why should I leave?"

The visitor's face sank, and he continued: "The sword has no eyes, and it is best for Your Excellency not to insist on going your own way, so as not to ask for hardship. ”

The monk over there was not as good at talking as Huangfu Yan, only listening to the sound of "boom", the disciple who was patrolling the night said "wow", opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and was shocked and flew out, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The other person's face changed drastically, and he was about to shout, but the emperor had no choice but to send a palm to knock him unconscious.

When the monk saw it, his eyes lit up, and he came to the emperor's funeral in a flash, and saluted with his hands: "The monk of the Esoteric Sect of Tubo has seen Shaoxia, but I don't know the name of Shaoxia?"

"Gu Mozhi?" Huangfu Yan's heart moved, I don't know why he appeared at this time, and said with a smile: "I've seen the mage, the boy Huangfu is dead, I don't know why the mage is here?"

"Haha, Huangfu Shaoxia doesn't need to be like this, everyone is here for the relics, why hide it, if you don't want to go over as soon as possible, I'm afraid that Shangguan Yunxin has won the first place. As he spoke, he ignored the emperor's death and went straight to the shore.

The emperor said in his heart: "Sure enough!", but I don't know how these two people learned the news.

That Shangguan Yunxin is the captain of Zhaowu in Mingzhou, supervising the salt transportation, and has a relationship with many Manichaeans, so it is not surprising that he knows about the transmission of merit relics. But Gu Mozhi was pursued all the way from Hui.

The Zoroastrian Sect made such a big move in Huifu, how could the neighboring Tubo Snow Mountain not know that since Murong Bo obtained the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, Gu Mozhi has never forgotten the "Six Veins Divine Sword Sword Spectrum", and has been practicing hard, trying to go to Tianlong Temple to seize the sword spectrum after making great progress. When he exterminated a Zoroastrian sect, he had heard of it and knew about the existence of the relics. At this time, I heard that the Zoroastrian pope appeared in the Central Plains, so I made the idea of passing on the merits and relics.

It's just that what made him a little angry was that Shangguan Yunxin actually knew about it. He wasn't too worried about Huangfu's death, after all, he was too young, although his strength was extraordinary from the shot just now, he didn't look at it either. But Shangguan Yunxin is different, this person has cultivated the iron sand palm to the extreme, and his light skills are even more outstanding, and he is extremely talented, although he is not a person in the rivers and lakes, but as the first palm of the Great Song Lingyan Pavilion is naturally not trivial.

After walking along the shore for a while, Hatomo finally found a small ferry boat with a little girl sitting in the bow. With a happy look on his face, he walked over.

"Little girl, where is your adult, can you let him come out and ferry the little monk to the big boat over there?"

The girl didn't respond, swinging her legs as she continued to sing her song.

Although Gu Mozhi was anxious, he was not good at being angry with a little girl, thinking that she didn't hear, so he raised his voice and said, "Little girl, ...... your family."

The little girl raised her head suddenly, pursed her mouth, and said in a coquettish voice: "Who is the little girl, I am your aunt and grandmother, I can't even speak, am I very young?"

Kumachi was slightly stunned, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

The little girl whispered "oh!" again, and said coquettishly, "You don't need to say, I know who you are!"

Gu Mozhi was shocked in his heart, he hadn't walked around the Central Plains yet, how could he already be so famous?

The little girl smiled and said coquettishly, "Of course, aren't you Monk Sha? By the way, what about your master, why didn't he come, and Zhu Bajie, he is so lazy to do it, I see him, I must teach him a good lesson, hey, and Sun Dasheng? Is he here, I like him!"

Just after the death of the emperor, he heard this fairy tale, and couldn't help laughing.

Gu Mozhi's face was black, and when he heard the footsteps, he glared back at him, and said in a deep voice: "What Sha monk, little girl, please go in and report it, just say that someone is going to cross the shore!"