As soon as Hong Qigong's words came out, everyone's expressions changed dramatically. The Guo and Yang families were family friends. Huang Rong knew this. At this moment, her husband Guo Jing was in a coma. She didn't know how sad Guo Jing was when she found out. Huang Rong thought about it.
They were all worried about their husband, knowing that he had always regarded Yang Guo as half a son and had deep feelings for his nephew.
"Yang Guo! I knew this little beast was not a good thing! Just like his father, we shouldn't have connected him to Peach Blossom Island in the first place, bah! Thinking about it makes me feel sick!" Ke Zhen'e Tieguai nodded angrily.
Have to yell.
Guo Fu looked a little ugly and said nothing. The Wu brothers who were watching her expression were secretly happy and said, "We brothers knew that Yang Guo was very deep in the city, but we didn't know that he was hiding so deep.
It's really in vain for the sincerity of Master and Master towards him. Hey, even though we have been playmates since childhood, we must avenge Zhu Shibo's hatred."
The two brothers pretended to have a long talk, and finally drew their swords with a swish sound, their expressions slightly ferocious.
Huang Rong looked at the two of them quietly, how could she not know that they were trying to make their presence felt next to Guo Fu? They were just competing to show off. With their three-legged cat skills, how could they be enough for Yang Guo to see?
Naturally, the few elderly people noticed it, but no one said anything and were not interested in such children's quarrels.
Huang Rong glanced at the expressionless Master Yideng and said hesitantly: "Master, you"
The most important thing about Yang Guo's matter was Yideng's attitude. Huang Rong knew that with Guo Jing's character, it was absolutely impossible for him to kill Yang Guo, but if Yideng, who had lost his beloved disciple, wanted to do this, the two would inevitably have conflicts.
The conflict between Guo Jing and Yideng was something Huang Rong didn't want to see at all.
Yideng did not behave as kindly as before this time. He stared at Zhu Ziliu's unmarked tomb with half-closed eyes and said slowly: "The murderer should also be punished."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and recited the Buddhist teachings again, without saying clearly how she would deal with Yang Guo. Seeing this, Huang Rong sighed inwardly, knowing that Master Yideng was determined to capture Yang Guo. She was not surprised by this, but she just didn't know.
How should the Lantern Festival deal with Yang Guo? Should he be imprisoned or killed?
Shaanxi.
On an open plain, an old man with gray hair was walking briskly on the path and playing an unknown tune. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Not far away, two Taoist priests came side by side with swords in hand. The white-faced Taoist priest on the left looked at the old man walking in the distance, stared at him for a while, and suddenly showed a shocked look.
The Taoist priest with a mustache next to him immediately noticed something was wrong with his companion, and immediately whispered: "What's wrong?"
"He seems to be Master Zhou's great uncle."
"What?!" The Taoist Priest with the Eight-Character Hu was also shocked when he heard this. He immediately looked up. At this time, the distance between the two people was still quite far, but with some understanding, he could naturally match the body shape of the man to Zhou Botong.
Up.
He still remembered the task given to him by King Jinlun, which was to kill Zhou Botong. Yin Zhiping didn't know this. It was a deal he made by himself when he went to Kublai Khan's royal tent.
Thinking of Jin Lun Dharma King's promise to him, Zhao Zhijing felt hot in his heart, but after all, the other party was his great uncle. He wanted to design to get rid of such a master, which made him feel a little panicked.
Since the two of them could see Zhou Botong, it was impossible for Zhou Botong not to see them. When they saw the clothes, they knew they were people from the Quanzhen Sect, and they all said: "Why are they? Unlucky"
Zhou Botong didn't want to meet the people of the Quanzhen Sect, so he turned around and ran towards the trail. Upon seeing this, the sharp-eyed Zhao Zhijing hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Zhou!
"
After speaking, he gathered his energy and ran forward. Yin Zhiping had no choice but to follow closely.
Zhou Botong naturally heard the shout, but he pretended to be deaf and mute and jumped faster into the jungle.
Zhao Zhijing, who was standing directly behind him, felt very anxious. Seeing that Zhou Botong was about to disappear, Zhao Zhijing was so anxious that he shouted: "Uncle Zhou, help!"
"
Yin Zhiping looked at his senior brother in surprise, wondering why he said this. Now Zhao Zhijing had no time to explain, so he had to shout for help and force his uncle to stop.
Zhou Botong originally wanted to escape from here, but when he heard the content of the words, he stopped in his tracks. After all, he was his disciple and grandson. The urgent voice did not seem to be fake, and he immediately flew out of the bushes.
Standing in front of the two of them, Zhou Botong stared at them fiercely and said impatiently: "What are you shouting for? What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf! Tell me! What is going on!?"
The two people hurried forward to salute. Zhao Zhijing first glanced at the impatient Zhou Botong, then a trace of sadness appeared on his face, and he said slightly sadly: "Uncle Zhou, I know that you are a noble man with many things, so we don't dare to waste your time.
But there is really no other way.”
As soon as these words came out, the two people around them were stunned. Yin Zhiping couldn't understand even more. He didn't know what kind of medicine his senior brother was selling.
Frowning, Zhou Botong looked at Zhao Zhijing seriously and said, "What's going on?"
After giving Yin Zhiping a wink to signal him not to speak, Zhao Zhijing took two steps forward and said sadly: "Uncle Master, you have to make the decision for us. It's Uncle Qiu. His old man was invited by the Mongolian army to Kublai Khan."
The king's tent is said to be inviting, but in fact it is tied up! No one has come out yet, and the situation may be in danger. The disciple is worried about Master Qiu's safety, but his ability is low and he really does not dare to create a Mongolian camp on his own.
But uncle Zhou, you are different. You are extremely capable, and in your eyes, the Mongolian army is nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs."
Zhao Zhijing was very good at talking. He first explained the cause of the incident, and then gave Zhou Botong a small compliment. He knew the character of this great uncle.
Sure enough, after listening to the first half of the sentence, Zhou Botong frowned deeply, but in the second half of the sentence, he not only laughed proudly, but also put his hands on his hips and said: "Hahahaha, you still know how powerful I am. Yes, the Mongolian army is with me."
In my eyes, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs."
Zhao Zhijing's mentality was very difficult to control. Yin Zhiping frowned when he heard this and wanted to say something, but Zhao Zhijing hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled it down, and whispered: "Junior brother, don't forget
our aim!"
Looking at Zhao Zhijing's threatening eyes, Yin Zhiping sighed slightly and compromised without making a sound.
"You mean that old boy Qiu Chuji was captured by the Mongols?" Zhou Botong asked after feeling proud for a while but not forgetting important matters.
"Yes, that day Master Uncle Qiu and I went down the mountain to do business. We met Jin Lun Dharma King and his group. When they learned that Master Uncle had just been promoted to the headmaster of our sect, they said that the four kings had a purpose and invited Master Uncle Qiu to the Mongolian army's tent. Xiangshang, I have been here for two days, and there is no news at all from Master Qiu. The disciple is afraid, so I have been lingering near the military camp for the past two days and dare not leave, for fear that Master Qiu will suddenly receive news. You see, Do you want to go up the mountain and ask for help?”
Zhao Zhijing stopped talking and stopped talking, and took the initiative to mention the masters and uncles on the mountain. He knew that there were loopholes in his words and could not withstand the investigation, but he did not panic at all, knowing that this master Zhou's uncles He has always resisted going up the mountain, let alone meeting other masters and uncles, but he is not afraid of this.
Sure enough, Zhou Botong didn't want to meet other Quanzhen sect people at all and avoided them. After hearing this, he just frowned and said: "No need to go, why are you looking for those bullshits? I'm here and I need them? By the way, your name is What's the name? Just now you said that Qiu Chuji was taken to Kublai Khan's royal tent?"
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Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing felt happy in his heart. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Returning to my uncle, I am Zhao Zhijing, a disciple of Yuyangzi."
"It turns out it's that savage disciple. Humph! It's that Kublai Khan again! Just do whatever you need to do. Leave that kid Qiu Chuji to me, and I'll go too."
Uncle Zhou didn't say much on the phone. After asking about his destination, he flew down the mountain.
Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping looked at each other. The former looked a little ugly, feeling that it was wrong to deceive a senior of his sect like this. However, Zhao Zhijing did not have such a burden. He was afraid that Zhou Botong would not be able to pull off the trap smoothly, so he also pursued him with courage.
"Uncle Master, wait for us!"
Yin Zhiping looked at the two people's leaving figures with complicated eyes, sighed and followed after them.