The old demon of Montenegro and the three great masters of Confucianism fought a decisive battle three days later, although Wang Zhong didn't understand why he went to Hetuara first, but the old demon of Montenegro must have a deep meaning in this move.

"The decisive battle is imminent, and the world's masters are faintly gathered in Hetuara City, just to see it. ”

Wang Zhong turned his mind around, and saw that the old demon of Montenegro was not making a sound, and he didn't ask, this old demon didn't know what to refine in the magma at night.

I went back to the Seven Killing Demon Palace to pack up dry food, clothes, and brought a few crystal round big Dong Pearls, three or four ingots and fifty taels of large gold cakes and some scattered silver taels, the Seven Killing Demon Palace is very rich, Wang Zhong is not afraid of no money, estimating the price of the Ming Dynasty during the Wanli period recorded in history, it turned out that he also got some from Li Chengliang's mouth, and what he brought was equivalent to a rich businessman with a small property in the south of the Yangtze River.

Everything was ready, and after identifying the direction, Wang Zhong walked out of the Seven Killing Demon Palace and entered the reckless jungle.

Hetuara City is six or seven hundred miles southwest of Changbai Mountain, there are more than three hundred miles of mountain roads, after going out of the mountain, there are plains, rivers, grasslands, etc., it is not very difficult to walk, with Wang Zhong's current rì walking three or four hundred miles of foot strength, counting the rest halfway, three days just arrived.

Wang Zhong was no longer dressed in modern clothes at this time, stepping on a pair of black and white shoes, and wearing a black linen clothes.

Between the swaying of the black linen clothes, there is a faint flash of dark gold sè light, this linen cloth is black gold silk, the hair of boys and girls, black silk, Tianshan black linen silk mixed and woven, sharp swords cut up, can not hurt, but also can resist arrows, especially the general silk smooth special xìng, wearing fit.

This appearance is exactly the same as that of the old demon of Montenegro, but the hair is still very short, but it is a modern short head.

Originally, it had been half a year since I came to this era, and my hair was originally long, according to the habits of the Ming Dynasty, it was tied up, tied with a scarf, or tied into a Taoist style, and then learned from the Mongolian men to drape them on both sides, which looked wild and rough, and as for the Manchurian Jurchens who left a big black and shiny braid, it was a little ugly.

Wang Zhong was unwilling to do any of them, and he was troublesome, so he simply asked Lu Na to cut himself short often, or keep his modern dress.

The Seven Killing Demon Palace is only in the middle of the Sky Ridge of Changbai Mountain, it is in the territory of Goryeo, go inward, the woods are tall and dense along the way, the shrubs under the trees are grown, occasionally you can touch the flat land under the hill, the flowers and plants are luxuriant, the silver-like spring water is gurgling and flowing, deer, roe deer, foxes, rabbits, roe deer, mink and other things often run up, now it is July, there are already snakes infested, faintly see some huge snake molts.

"The snake of Changbai Mountain is actually not small. ”

Wang Zhong paid attention to it, and identified the direction by the rì shadow, and walked down the mountain from some mountain paths, sometimes the road was impassable, or blocked by thorns, Wang Zhong did not detour, and forced into it, a pair of iron palms turned into eagle claws to tear a road, anyway, this black linen clothes will not be damaged, but it also saves a lot of things.

In this way, he walked straight forward, and the arrow was like flying, up a mountain, and then down a mountain, until he reached the sky, and it was dark, and a few stars in the sky were dim, and he couldn't recognize the road, and he estimated that he had walked more than two hundred miles, and he would be able to go out of the mountain early tomorrow morning.

Although it is not as hot and humid as in the southern jungle, there are still many mosquitoes in Changbai Mountain in July, but when Wang Zhong's black linen clothes are made, they are smoked with spices, and the mosquitoes are not close, and he sleeps very peacefully.

It's the middle of the night, the breeze is blowing, the starlight and shadows, the shadows of the trees are soothing, and there is a lot of fun.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the face, and the leaves rattled and rattled.

Two more screams came from afar, like a owl, but like a baby crying, terrible, drifting in the deep black woods, which was terrifying!

Wang Zhong noticed something was wrong and immediately woke up.

"What's going on?" Wang Zhong turned over like a tree frog crawling on a tree, and immediately restrained his breathing, motionless, leaving only two eyes to sweep on all sides.

As soon as the cold wind blew by, the screams disappeared, as if nothing happened, Wang Zhong frowned, thinking that there was nothing to do, and he didn't want his eyes to suddenly glance at the south, and his heart suddenly rose up!

In the faint starlight, a white figure suddenly stretched out from the bushes in the south, with his hair scattered, covering his face, and the whole person had no weight, floating in the air, without feet, like a ghost!

There were eighteen of these ghostly ghosts, which came with the cold wind, and then scattered in all directions, as if searching for something, and obviously had not found Wang Zhong yet.

Wang Zhong didn't know what these things were, so he had to wait and see, and suddenly, two ghosts gradually approached, paused, seemed to smell the smell of the living, suddenly raised his head, looked up at the tree, and met Wang Zhong's gaze.

The vision was blurred, Wang Zhong couldn't see the faces of these ghosts clearly, only a pair of terrifying eyes as red as blood, and Wang Zhong's eyes, the two ghosts hesitated, and suddenly let out a baby's cry, and rushed towards the tree like lightning.

Two wisps of blue light flashed, and the three yīn demon killing knives were sacrificed, and the two ghosts were cut through it, and suddenly turned into white smoke and shrank into the ground, never to be seen again.

I heard the old demon of Montenegro say that these three yīn killing demon knives are dedicated to killing the Yuan Shen, since these ghosts can float in the air against common sense, they are definitely not flesh, they are equivalent to the manifestation of the jīng qi of the Yuan Shen, and under Wang Zhong's blow, it really got the effect.

"Good guy, no matter what kind of mountain jīng ghosts these are, since they can be killed, that's the best!"

Killing the two ghosts at once, Wang Zhong turned around and jumped off the tree, with a flick of the black robe, the five fingers of both hands were crossed, the knife was vertical and horizontal, and the slightest blue light swam in the air, and at once he cut the nearby ghost into white gas, and also drilled into the ground.

The rest of the ghosts were originally searching for something, and suddenly saw a person jumping from the tree for no reason, and most of them were hacked to death at once, and they were all a little stunned.

The remaining one, apparently the leader, was stabbed, split in half, and closed in the middle.

When Wang Zhong saw this, he hurriedly stabbed him twice, but he only cut the ghost into a cloud of white gas, and it was not like the others who immediately burrowed into the ground.

"Some doorways!" If you are an ordinary person, you will naturally be afraid of these strange things, but Wang Zhong is not afraid of this word in his heart, seeing this scene, he laughed, and cast a Xuan yīn black grappling **, the palm the size of a pu fan flew out, grabbed the ghostly white gas, pinched it fiercely, made a soft bang, and the white smoke dissipated.

When this black evil qi is condensed, it has the jīng qi of earth fire, and it can also burn the original spirit.

Wang Zhong collected the black evil qi, and his hand suddenly cooled, and he only felt a grain, smooth and round, cold and cold. Looking at the starlight, it turned out to be a thumb-sized, gray-white bead, which seemed to be ground from the bones of humans and beasts.

Wang Zhong looked at it and his heart moved, and he hurriedly searched around, and sure enough, in the place where he cut down the ghost, he found seventeen more bone beads like this, but they were obviously smaller than this one.

After this cross, the drowsiness was gone, and I looked around, and after a while, I didn't find any movement. "This place is a bit weird, you can't stay for a long time, it's all near Changbai Mountain, the territory of the old demon of Black Mountain, how can there be these ghostly things?" Wang Zhong thought about it, and simply continued to hurry with the starlight.

Along the way, it was very normal, and until dawn, nothing strange appeared.

Out of Changbai Mountain, it was still good weather along the way, and Wang Zhong hadn't figured out what happened last night, so he had to play with the eighteen bone beads in his hand, and found that there was a thin hole in the middle of each bead.

Wang Zhong took out two or three filaments from the baggage, kneaded them into threads, strung them together, put them on his hands, and went all the way towards Hetuala.

After another walk, finally before dusk, Wang Zhong arrived at the city of Hetuala, the holy land of the Manchurian Jurchens.

This Hetuara city is ten miles in circumference, with earth and stone buildings, and the population is dense, most of them are Jurchen warriors with black and shiny braids, and there is no shortage of Han Chinese, Mongols, and Goryeo.

On the main road outside the city, horses neighed, and Jurchen warriors often galloped past on horseback, bringing up billowing yellow dust.

When Wang Zhong entered the city, the last trace of the rì head had not yet fallen to the west, staying on the not too tall city wall, jumping and jumping, flickering, it seemed to turn into a five-clawed golden dragon circling, Wang Zhong fixed his mind, and when he looked again, the rì head had completely fallen.

Somehow, Wang Zhong suddenly felt an inexplicable boredom in his heart.

Wang Zhong's dress is okay, but the hair is strange to many people, and it looks like a Han person, but the Han people have a testament, "The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also." "Where is there such a person with hair as short as an inch.

Wang Zhong didn't care, threw off the black robe, went straight into the city, only felt hungry, found a red wall and red tile on the street, quite a tall restaurant, went up to the second floor, saw that there was sauce beef, very spicy, hurriedly called a big pot, and ate it in a hurry.

Above this restaurant, there were many Mongolian men drinking wine and eating meat, and the voice was noisy, and when they saw such a person suddenly coming up, they all stopped their voices and looked at Wang Zhong.

"Princess, isn't this the bone demon yīn charm bead you lost last night?" a Mongolian man suddenly saw the bone chain in Wang Zhong's hand, and hurriedly called out in Mongolian.

Although Wang Zhong couldn't understand Mongolian, he was quiet, but suddenly he heard the voice coming at him, so he turned his head to look, and saw four or five Mongolian men with a sturdy figure across the Xueliang waist knife opposite. One of the big men pointed to him and spoke to a Mongolian woman who also looked at him.

To be precise, this Mongolian woman should be a girl, with two long braids, tied with dzi flowers, wearing a large saffron jacket, embroidered with Sanskrit classics with gold thread, curved willow eyebrows, Qiong nose and small mouth, face like hibiscus, although she looks young, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she has a charm and maturity, but she is not as beautiful as Lu Na.

"Princess, I'm going to let this brute go and help you get the bone demon yīn charm pearl back!" The Mongolian man was about to draw a knife, Wang Zhong ate a large piece of beef, and looked at the Mongolian girl in zhōngyāng carefully.

But tomorrow this city of Hetuara will be turbulent, who is not? Unless the Wanli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty appears here, he may surprise Wang Zhong.

"Batu, don't do it!" The Mongolian princess waved her hand and said in Mongolian, the Mongolian man named Batu hurriedly lowered his waist knife and sat down, and several other Mongolian warriors all stared at Wang Zhong, and a fierce momentum faintly pressed over.

"I'm afraid that this girl's actual age is not younger than this, and she has such a bearing, but it is not simple. Wang Zhonggang thought.

The Mongol princess had stood up and walked in front of her.

"Sebainu. The princess performed a Tibetan Buddhist etiquette, said hello in Mongolian, and then asked, "Honorable guest, I am Bumu Butai of the Horqin tribe, where are you from?"

"I came down from Changbai Mountain. When Wang Zhong saw that the girl had reported her name, he felt a little familiar.

"Then you found this bone chain on Changbai Mountain?" the Mongolian princess smiled, her willow eyebrows slanted.

"Princess, it turned out to be a Han barbarian, what do you say to him, such a Han barbarian, I don't know how many heads I cut off when my Batu and Jurchen brothers attacked the Ming Dynasty, sooner or later, my Mongolia will one day, and I will kill into the pass, so that these Han barbarians will be our Mongolian dogs again!"

As soon as Batu saw that Wang Zhong could listen to Chinese, he snorted, pulled out his waist knife, licked his lips, and forced up, and several other Mongolian warriors also drew their swords and surrounded him.

Not understanding what Batu was calling, Wang Zhong suddenly remembered something: "What's your name? Say it again?"

"My name is Bumu Butai!" the Mongolian princess waved her hand to stop Batu and the others, "I lost this bone chain of yours, can you return it to me?"

"Horqin tribe...... Bumu Butai! Bumu Butai!" Wang Zhong read two sentences and was suddenly startled, "Borzigit! You are Xiaozhuang!"

When the Mongolian princess saw the strangely haired and black-robed man muttering her name, her eyes suddenly flashed, and she emitted a green light, and she instinctively felt a sense of danger.

I heard that there are thousands of years of ginseng in Changbai Mountain, and it is deep and long, absorbing the jīng hua, just like a person refining the Yuan Shen, who can transform the jīng qi into a child, wandering in the mountains, if he catches it, absorbs the jīng qi, greatly replenishes the jīng yuan, and can penetrate the two veins of Rendu.

But this jīng qi is extremely sensitive, if there is a slight mistake, it will go into the ground, and it will not be caught at all, it is because he brought the magic weapon of the great wizard of the tribe yīn charm beads, there are eighteen yīn ghost ghosts in it, tangible and substantial, impermanent and impermanent, it is best to search and arrest, but it was released last night, but it is gone, and the secret method is not inductive, and I sent people to search for a whole day, but I didn't find it, because tomorrow the old demon of Montenegro will be decisive battle, not to be missed, I have to hurry here, I don't want to see it on Wang Zhong.

Although Bumu Butai is very young, he is very young, and he is expected to be determined that Wang Zhong is extraordinary, not only wants to return to the magic weapon, but also has the intention of winning over.

"Princess!" Batu roared, and with a flash of lightning, he slashed at Wang Zhong's neck.

Wang Zhong pressed the table, used a "Teng Snake Swimming in the Sky" to rise, jumped backwards, and dodged the knife, Bu Mu Butai's body has been covered by five Mongolian men, and at the same time surrounded on all sides, pounced over, Wang Zhong did not have time to send out three yīn killing demon knives, using the "slippery loach drilling mud" inner body method, inserted into the gap between the five people, an iron sand palm printed, and a Mongolian man touched hands, the other party was hit to the wrist bone broken, and flew out upside down.

Turning his palm into a claw, he swept through the throat of another Mongolian man like a dragonfly in water, and immediately the flesh and blood flew sideways, the throat was cleaved, and he cooed twice, and fell to the sky.

Wang Zhong killed the two of them at once, squatted down, prostrate on the ground, and twisted his body out like a snake, allowing Batu's knife to cut into the air.

Now Wang Zhong's hand-to-hand combat fist and foot kung fu is close to Dacheng, and he is very strong, although these people also have some kung fu, but they are not his opponents.

"The old demon of Montenegro said that the way of heaven operates and maintains a fixed number. If I kill this Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang today, I want to see how history evolves? Is it really possible to change it?"

This Mongolian princess Bumu Butai is the famous filial piety of the queen, the concubine of Huang Taiji, the mother of Shunzhi, and the grandmother of Kangxi.

Two or three yīn demon killing knives were sacrificed, and another one was killed, leaving only Batu to pounce over, Wang Zhong grabbed it with his hand, and the black evil qi flew out, and a cloud of black evil qi wrapped in Batu's face door, and he was suddenly black, suffocated and poisoned to death.

"Why did you kill me?" Seeing that his guards died in an instant, Bu Mu Butai did not leave, and Shen Sè was not afraid, his eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Zhong and asked.

Wang Zhong's black robe fluttered, laughed, and stepped forward.