Ning Fu crossed his knees, and after a while, his injuries were slightly better. When he came to the official office, Zhao Ruren had been taken away, a huge mansion, only one official was left to guard here, Ling Zhifu saw him go and returned, he was so frightened that he trembled, and hid in the inner room and did not dare to show his face.

Ning Fu asked where Zhao Ruren went, left immediately, and chased after him quickly.

After walking for a long time, the red light appeared in front of him, and then the light faded, and a person jumped out of it, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was a handsome young man, holding a fire-tipped spear in both hands.

When he came to Ning Fu, he bowed first, and then said: "I am a disciple of Guanyin, the red boy is also, who are you, how can you have a glow to protect yourself." ”

Ning Fu returned the salute and told him where he came from.

The red boy said: "You are not practicing in the station, are you here to track the demon path?" ”

Ning Fu was surprised and asked, "How can you say this?" ”

The red boy then said: "I was ordered to go to the Tianshan Mountains to pick Ganoderma lucidum, and when I came here, I met a group of errand soldiers, and a big man was remanded behind, because I looked at it twice, and two people jumped out in the middle of the errand service, one made a simple knife, and the other insisted on floating dust, and I couldn't help but say, so I came forward to fight with me, and said while fighting, 'No matter how high your martial arts are, you don't want to rob him.'" "It's just that the one who made the floating dust is really powerful, and I broke down more than ten moves with them, and I was defeated." These two men are very unusual, because when they saw you coming, they boldly speculated that they were the ones to whom they referred. ”

Ning Fu replied, "Red Boy guessed well. In a few words, he said the matter simply. The red boy said: "The one who makes the Pu Dao, the number of martial arts seems to come from the Bodhi Gate, so that the kung fu of the floating dust is higher, I can't see his sect, but I see him fighting viciously, and the two horns on his head appear, maybe it is not a mortal thing." These two are not trivial, you must be careful, I am injured, I can't help you get rid of the enemy, when you are in danger, you can come to the Bodhisattva for help. "Say goodbye.

Ning Fu continued on the road, he walked extremely fast, and by the time Shen was in the afternoon, he had already caught up.

The other party and his party were about fifty or sixty people, most of them were strong men with strong martial arts, and there were two on horseback, one of whom was Pu Daodai, and the other looked like he was forty or fifty years old, with a star-crowned yellow robe, and a stalk of floating dust was even more obliquely stuck behind his neck.

Zhao Ruren was wearing a chain and accompanied him.

Ning Fu saw that the other party was overwhelmed, and it was inconvenient to make a move for the time being, so he turned into a healer and followed closely behind, just waiting for them to relax, and it was not too late to make a move.

You were walking twenty or thirty miles in the evening, and when you came to a small city, and seeing that it was getting late, Park Daodai ordered the servants to stay first, and then set out on the road early tomorrow morning.

The errand officer obeyed the order, that is, he found the largest inn in the local area to rest, and the shopkeeper saw that he was coming on an errand, so he hurriedly called Xiao Er to come and greet him.

After the officials put down their luggage, they came to the lobby to eat.

Zhao Ruren was arranged to sit in the north corner of the house, surrounded by more than a dozen officials. The servants untied their waist knives and put them on the table, but their eyes were firmly fixed on Zhao Ruren, as long as there was any abnormal movement, they pulled out the steel knife and stepped forward to fight.

Zhao Ruren unconsciously said angrily: "What, I'm afraid that Zhao won't be able to run away, so I won't eat the rice, and only sift some good wine." As he spoke, he pushed the food aside from the table.

An official scolded: "Thief prisoner, dying is dying, and he is still playing tricks here, which makes Lao Tzu anxious and makes you unable to eat." As he spoke, he got up and was about to rush over.