The wolf demon who has cultivated for three thousand years has a sharp tooth and mouth, and Rao is heart has the power of the demon god to protect his body, and his right arm is also bitten with blood.

He tore off his sleeve in pain, and was about to try to apply the medicine, when he suddenly heard the sound of whizzing arrows, and the warriors of the Qiang tribe who were fighting with the bandits actually took the time to shoot a few arrows at him. He threw the medicine bottle upwards and freed his hand, and when the feather arrow flew away, he caught it and threw it back, giving these short-sighted guys some hardship.

The figure flickered, and a judge's pen reached out diagonally, knocking down the feather arrows one by one.

Chang Congjing glanced at it and found that the skin on his arm was very fair, which was extremely incommensurate with his sallow face. A different color flashed in his eyes, and then he retracted his gaze, bowed and saluted: "Thanks to the help of the seniors, the little life under the line has not been lost, thank God, I really don't know how to repay the seniors?"

The age of a cultivator cannot be seen by looking at his appearance, and this person's cultivation is so high, it is always right to shout a senior.

The mountain breeze was cool, and the celadon bottle containing the gold sore medicine fell from the sky, and he held it with his palm, thinking: You have to know who I am, don't say repay, I'm afraid it's too late to hide. He stood in the air and said with a smile: "I will be exempt from repaying the favor, invite me to drink a drink, just take care of your sufficiency." ”

Chang Cong was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "No problem, Chang Mou's other skills are ordinary, if you talk about brewing and cooking vegetables, the craftsmanship can be called a must in the northwest, this is not a boast, the predecessors will know it if they have tasted it." ”

The two of them talked happily in the air, and the cold arrows flew wildly below, and the swords were very fierce.

The warriors of the Qiang tribe desperately guarded the carriage with the wolf's head emblem, and the coachman whipped his horse, and swept away a wave of bandits who stood in the way. Unexpectedly, the mountain road ahead was even narrower, and before the carriage rushed over, there was a sudden shout on the hillside on both sides, and many boulders and logs rolled down, blocking the road at once.

The thieves swarmed up, cut down the coachman, lifted the curtain, and dragged a man out of it.

Ji Xin's eyes widened, this person was wearing a red-topped official hat and a satin shirt embroidered with cranes, and he was actually not the prince of the Qian tribe, but the eunuch Qian Qian, the chief administrator of Changchun Palace.

The alliance between the Ji royal family and the grassland is not a day or two, the big eunuch next to Ji Liang is sitting in the car of the prince of the grassland, although it is strange, Chang Congjing only laughs and scolds, and is not as surprised as the bandits.

On the other side, the bandits have finished the battle, and it is still those strong men who take the lead, patrolling around, and when they find the guy who is not dead, they will make up for it. The scene was so miserable that he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and he wanted to stop it several times, but he wanted to become a king

Neither father nor son is a murderer, so there must be some reason for this.

The chief eunuch Qian Qian was tied hand and foot by the bandits, thrown to the ground, and fell into a mess.

The second master stepped forward and searched Qian Qian's whole body, even the soles of his shoes were split to see, as if he was looking for something, but in vain.

Chang Congjing walked over, took off the wrench on Qian Qian's hand, looked at the light, threw it to the second master, and pulled out the hairpin on Qian Qian's head, observed for a while, and used a hair strand to follow the lines on the ivory hairpin, the hairpin was divided into two halves, and there was a piece of silk hidden inside, which was rolled into the size of an embroidery needle.

Chang Congjing carefully unfolded the silk silk, looked at it for a while, and the judge put a pen on Qian Qian's giant acupoint, and said: "I have already read the secret decree, why don't you reveal some more news to Father-in-law Qian?" As long as it is weighty, I will make the decision to spare you from death." ”

Qian Qian's face was pale, trembling like chaff, and he only said: "Our family is just an errand runner, not a cronies of the Son of Heaven. Don't say that our family doesn't know anything, even if we know, we can't say it. ”

The second master picked up the scimitar and went down, the blade grazed Qian Qian's ear and slashed on the ground.

Qian Qian closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

Chang Congjing smelled a smell of urine, and it was estimated that the old eunuch was scared to pee.

"Well, leave him a whole corpse. Chang Congjing waved his hand, turned his head and continued to look at the silk

After a few glances, this piece of silk was about three inches long and two inches wide, and there were many small characters densely written on it. He read a few lines in a row, and although he knew each of these words, they were completely unwritten and could not understand a single word.

Chang Congjing found out that he was peeping, so he immediately put away the silk silk, and looked at his expression, most of them didn't understand.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and he walked away for a distance, heard the noise of people in front of him, and looked over to see that a few big trees fell at the intersection of the mountain, overturned two ox carts, and piles of cabbage and radishes were sprinkled on the ground.

A peasant woman with a little boy bent down to pick up cabbage, and from time to time pulled the blue floral headscarf that wrapped her hair to wipe her sweat. The man who drove the oxen squatted on the side of the ox cart, crying loudly, not allowing passers-by to step on it, and obviously the carriage and horses could not pass.

It turned out that it was not that the bandits were lucky and no one happened to pass by, but that they had been prepared, and the pedestrians and caravans were blocked here. It is estimated that on the other side of the mountain road, the situation is similar.

After a long time,

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) people are anxious, and some people help pick up turnips and cabbage, hoping to clear the road as soon as possible. Someone walked back and forth, scolding.

I only felt that the little boy was very familiar, stared at him for a long time, and found that it was actually the little sixth son next to Ang Lee. The man who drove the cattle was angry, crying so much that his liver and intestines were broken, babbling all over his mouth, turning upside down, just chanting: "My cow, my car, ......"

It's hard for him to cry for so long, but he is still full of energy, and his kung fu must not be bad.

Looking at the peasant woman again, she almost scolded in her heart, this guy is not a woman at all, but Niu Huaiyi.

After a meal, the second master rode Chang Congjing's old red horse and galloped over, his clothes had been changed, there was no trace of blood in sight, and the scimitar and bow and arrow were also put away.

The second master saw the heart, dismounted and saluted: "I haven't asked for the name of my predecessor yet." ”

I was stunned and thought: Oh, I forgot to make up a name in advance. He rolled his eyes and said nonsense: "The name of my layman, there is no need to mention it, the Taoist name is Chongyangzi." "Chongyang is September 9, 2918, eighteen sons, together is the word "Li", his original name is Li Sanxiao, which is not a lie.

The second master knew the twists and turns in his stomach, and said: "Mr. Cong Jing has something to do, and asked me to pass on a message for him, he said, I implore my seniors to appreciate the light, take a short rest in the south of the beautiful river, and he will definitely come back before the time." ”

Chang Congjing hurried slowly, and the sword flew to the Lianhua Temple, but Li An was not in the guest room, and there were only two shadow guards in the room.

It's a token again, and it's a code, and after passing through the customs, the shadow guard relented and said that the little prince was worshipping incense in the main hall.

Chang Congjing chased to the main hall, the little prince was wearing a plain brocade robe and a gold belt around his waist, and was standing in front of the physical Buddha statue of Baojue Zen Master.

Li An invited a bouquet of incense, held it up with both hands, level with his eyebrows, and put it in front of his chest. Divide the incense with your left hand and insert it in the incense burner. After inserting the incense, he bowed down with his palms together and said softly: "May this incense flower cloud go straight to the Buddhas." ”

finally waited for the little prince to worship the Buddha, Chang Congjing hurriedly handed over the silk to him.

Li An took it and looked at it, it was another secret decree written in code, the same silk, the people of the palace have already searched out six, some were hidden in animal skins by Orion, trying to bring them into the grassland. Some were carried in the goods by merchants, and some officials flew pigeons to pass on the book, and were shot down by the shadow guards.

Li Anke would not be naïve to think that the news had been hijacked and was not sent to the Prairie Royal Court, but, what does this secret decree mean?

(End of chapter)