Author: Shangliu

"Gangmaster!"

"You are fine, boss!"

...

A group of disciples of the Shennong Gang quickly surrounded Sikong Xuan, looking nervous.

Sikong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at Long Peng's back, and said weakly, "Hurry... hurry up and chase!"

"drive!"

Long Peng waved his horse whip high, and the Yunnan horse under his crotch ran like wind and thunder, raising smoke and dust on the ground.

Running all the way.

Zhong Ling, who was lying on the horse's back, could not stand the bumps, and felt that he was about to vomit out all the lunch he had eaten yesterday.

"Lin...Lin Qiye, you can untire me first, it's so uncomfortable."

The dragon pontoon seemed to have not heard of it, and his expression was comfortable, and he continued to ride a horse.

"Hey, have you heard it? Let me loosen it."

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong. At worst, you can just scold me, and I will never retaliate."

“Um…”

"Did you hear it? Vomit... Let me loosen my ties quickly..."

Zhong Ling's face turned pale and red, and he felt dizzy, "My surname is Lin, you are too... nauseous... you are too scrupulous."

"No, I'm going to vomit...don't..."

“Wow…wow…”

Seeing Zhong Ling disgusting, Long Peng frowned slightly, tied the reins, pulled the hemp rope that bound Zhong Ling and lifted it up, leaving him a little further away from him.

"Don't vomit on me anymore. My robe is very difficult to wash. If it gets dirty, you can wash it."

Zhong Ling was lifted in the air like a raccoon cat, and the hemp rope tightened her skin, which was so uncomfortable. She hung in the air like this, and could not help but live or die, and she felt ashamed.

"Let me down!"

puff--

Before Zhong Ling could react, he was already on the ground.

"As you wish!"

Long Peng's lips could not stop rising, pretending to be calm, "Miss Zhong, I have something to do next, so I will take a step first."

"Wait a moment!"

Zhong Ling got up from the ground with a broken heart, looking at Long Peng who was smiling with a grim look, with a grim look, "Huh... Please let Young Master Lin loosen the ties for the little girl."

"It's easy to say."

Long Peng drew out his long sword, swung his sword, and brought out the sharp sword wind.

"Don't!"

The sword is as sharp as snow, bright and white as it is so scared that Zhong Ling's hair stands up and her autumn eyes are closed.

Click—

Long sword returned to the sheath, looking at Zhong Ling who was stunned and dared not move, Long Peng smiled twice, "Goodbye."

"drive!"

After a long time, Zhong Ling opened his eyes and hurriedly touched them up and down, fearing that he would be cut somewhere.

"Huh... I'm scared to death."

Zhong Ling sighed happily and saw Long Peng waving away, she couldn't help grinding her teeth, "This guy is so slim. I don't want to find a wife in this life!!"

"snort!"

Zhong Ling compared his fist and glared at Long Peng fiercely.

"Miss Zhong? Miss Zhong!"

A slightly joyful voice came from the forest beside him. Zhong Ling was stunned. Seeing a man in green clothes rushing towards him, he couldn't help but be happy, "Brother Duan?!"

"It's me, it's me."

Duan Yu responded repeatedly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said strangely, "Miss Zhong, have you been caught by the Shennong Gang? Why..."

Zhong Ling gritted his teeth, "That guy Lin Qiye passed by and saved me."

"Young Master Lin?"

Duan Yu's eyes lit up slightly and he looked around, "Why didn't Mr. Lin see others?"

"That guy was riding his horse."

Listening to Zhong Ling's tone was wrong, Duan Yu asked curiously, "What's wrong with Miss Zhong? Could it be that there was a misunderstanding with Mr. Lin!"

"Who has a misunderstanding with that petty guy."

"This face full of resentment, and I still say there is no misunderstanding..." Duan Yu whispered.

Zhong Ling raised his eyebrows and looked straight, and said quietly, "What did you say?"

"Ahem... nothing, nothing."

Duan Yuqing coughed twice, turned his body to avoid her gaze, "Well, we are not safe now, so let's go quickly."

When Zhong Ling heard this, his expression paused, and a little anxious appeared between his eyebrows.

"Brother Duan, you have a heartbroken pill, and you still need antidote. Follow me back to Wanjie Valley to find my father."

"My father will be there by then, I hope Sikong Xuan will not dare not give the antidote."

Duan Yu nodded, "Let's set off now."

"good!"

…

…

This day.

Diancang Mountain, Zhongyue Peak.

Tianlong Temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. It is not the season for camellia to bloom. Most of the camellia around the temple are buds, waiting to be shy and a faint fragrance can be heard.

"Amitabha, I am not allowed to ride horses around my temple. Please forgive me."

The monk from Tianlong Temple saw Long Peng walking in a hurry and came on a horse, unlike an ordinary pilgrimage, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

“Well…”

Long Peng turned over and dismounted and returned a gift, "I was entrusted by Master Kumu, the precious treasure shrine, to send this letter to Master Kurong, and ask the master to pass it on my behalf."

"Amitabha."

The monk was confused, "The little monk has not heard that there is a master of dead wood in my temple. Could the donor be wrong?"

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at the monk, and was about to speak when he heard a calm voice coming from the temple.

"Mingkong, what happened?"

"Report to the abbot, the donor said that a master of the dead wood in our temple sent him to deliver the letter."

"Uncle Dead Wood?"

Benyin was stunned for a moment and quickly walked to Long Peng's side, "Amitabha, please forgive me, Mingkong's time to enter the temple is still short, and he does not know the situation in the temple."

"It's okay."

Long Peng waved his hand and handed over the letter, "Master Kumu entrusted me to deliver this letter to Tianlong Temple. Now I have fulfilled my promise, so I will say goodbye."

"Oh... donor please stay."

Because I received the letter, I saw Long Peng leaving, and hurriedly shouted, "The donor must have felt tired even if he travels hard all the way. How about taking a break in this temple?"

Long Peng pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "I'll bother you."

He ran more than 10,000 miles in the past four or five months, and he experienced a lot and had little rest. He really felt tired.

"Don't dislike the fact that this temple only has simple food and drinks."

Ben Yin looked at the young monk named Mingkong, "Mingkong takes this donor to rest in the guest room, treat him well, don't neglect."

"Yes, abbot."

Mingkong answered, and then made a gesture of invitation, "Donor, please come with the little monk."

"There is a wizard."

"I dare not, I dare not."
To be continued...