Zhou Botong's speed was so fast that even though Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping tried their best to catch up, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the taillights of his car were not visible.
Zhao Zhijing stopped where he was in annoyance, his eyes flickering uncertainly. Yin Zhiping secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Brother, why did you deceive Uncle Zhou?!"
Yin Zhiping did not know about the transaction between Zhao Zhijing and Jinlun Dharma King and others. He originally only promised Dharma King that he would participate in the Demon Slaying Meeting and knew nothing else.
Zhao Zhijing met with Kublai Khan in private and received a promise to recommend him as the next headmaster. The key point was Zhou Botong. Although the King of France said something nice that day, he wanted him to design a plan to lure Zhou Botong to the Mongolian camp.
To elaborate, how could Zhao Zhijing not know that if Zhou Botong arrived at the Mongolian king's tent, the chance of getting out alive was basically zero.
Everyone is not stupid, it's just that many things are not explained clearly, and everyone takes what they need. Jinlun Dharma King wants to get rid of Zhou Botong, Dongzhang's major helper, while Zhao Zhijing needs to use Zhou Botong's mouth to pull Qiu Chuji from the position of headmaster.
Unable to witness Zhou Botong's trick at this time, Zhao Zhijing felt a little panicked in his heart. He urgently needed to be the first to find Jin Lun Dharma King and report the news, otherwise his lies might face an unknown fate.
Glancing at Yin Zhiping who looked anxious, Zhao Zhijing composed himself and said: "Junior Brother Yin, you almost ruined our good deeds."
Shocked upon hearing this, Yin Zhiping stared at the former: "Why did you say that?"
Stroking the long beard under his chin, Zhao Zhijing looked at him sideways: "On that day, you personally agreed in front of the Dharma King to join the team to conquer Dongzhang. Have you forgotten?"
The cold and unruly young man kept appearing in his mind, and Yin Zhiping subconsciously held it in his heart. It was that young man who trampled all his pride under his feet that day, in full view of the public. At this moment, his face still felt burning pain. It was shame.
Gotta panic.
"I haven't forgotten, but he is him, so what does it have to do with Master Zhou's uncle?" Yin Zhiping squeezed out these words with an ugly expression.
Looking at his junior brother with disdain, Zhao Zhijing chuckled strangely: "Don't you know that Uncle Zhou and him are sworn friends? If we want to deal with the devil Dongzhang, the first thing we need to do is to get Uncle Zhou away first, otherwise when the time comes
Uncle Zhou is causing trouble, should you and I fight or not?"
"This" Yin Zhiping was speechless by Zhao Zhijing. He felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he had to give up: "Then you can't fool your uncle. If anything happens to him,
Who can take this responsibility?"
Secretly sneering, Zhao Zhijing knew that this junior brother had actually heard it, so he comforted him: "Don't forget my uncle's ability. He made a big fuss with that man in the Mongolian military camp and escaped unscathed. If this old man leaves, the world will be destroyed."
Who can stop me?"
These words were true, and Yin Zhiping felt much better inside. In order to prevent Yin Zhiping from venting his anger on the uncles and uncles in the mountains, Zhao Zhijing had to tie him tightly to him now.
Then he waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's not discuss this matter anymore. The most urgent task now is to find Master Zhou's uncle first. Let's go."
After Zhao Zhijing finished speaking, he turned around and left, but after walking a few steps, he found that Yin Zhiping was still staying where he was, so he turned around and stared at the latter gloomily: "What? You still want to go up the mountain to complain? Are you trying to trick your great uncle by saying that I, Zhao Zhijing, am unfaithful and unjust?
Don’t forget that you also agreed to the Jinlun Imperial Master that day. Besides, I know all about your bad things. If you go by the sect rules, do you think your uncles and uncles know about your bad things?
If something goes wrong, will you be expelled from the school?"
Zhao Zhijing's words were full of threats. Yin Zhiping's face turned blue and red. He was obviously very angry. He bit his cheek tightly and stared at Zhao Zhijing: "You!"
"What are you talking about, or do you want to fight with me?" Zhao Zhijing is not afraid of him. Among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, he is the strongest, and Yin Zhiping is still a little behind.
"Walk!"
In the end, Yin Zhiping chose to compromise and strode forward with gritted teeth. Zhao Zhijing smiled coldly and followed behind, secretly saying: First uncle Zhou, and then you, do you think you can survive?
Zhao Zhijing already had murderous intentions at this moment.
On a spacious official road outside the Mongolian camp, Jinlun Dharma King and Nimoxing were galloping toward Zhongnan Mountain. They galloped ten miles away when they suddenly heard the sound of ringing and ringing in front of them.
The sound of camel bells sounded, and a few miles away the dust started to rise, and a group of people and horses were running towards them.
The two men immediately reined in their horses and stopped, concentrating on their way forward. The King of Dharma saw four camels running towards them. The first camel on the right had a spear on its back, and on the spear were hung the military uniforms of various soldiers.
The weapon, looking closely, is the weapon in the hands of Kublai Khan's First Knights.
The strange thing is that there is no one riding on the camel. Nimosing said: "This is the unique weapon of the elite army of the prince."
The two of them had extremely sharp eyesight, and naturally they could see the unique marks on the weapons.
Looking at each other, the two of them rode up to meet the camel. They galloped half a mile away from the camel, rolled their saddles and dismounted, and stood respectfully by the roadside.
The Dharma King thought to himself: Could it be the prince? Yes, he was not in the king's tent just now. He said he was going to the Great Khan to discuss important matters.
The two men then slowly led their horses closer, only to see a man sitting in the air between the four camels. The man had a white beard and white eyebrows and a pleasant smile. He turned out to be Zhou Botong, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Seeing the two of them, Zhou Botong said from a distance: "Excellent, excellent, great monk, black dwarf, we meet here again, it's not in vain that I came all the way. Is my nephew okay?"
There was no beginning to the end of the words, and the two of them were in a daze for a while. But knowing that this person had always been like this, the Dharma King was surprised. This person was full of tricks, how could he sit in the air? After the two sides got closer, he looked at it.
In the Qing Dynasty, several ropes formed a net between four camels, and Zhou Botong sat on the rope net.
Seeing Dharma King Zhou Botong, he was secretly happy. He knew that he had a good friendship with Dongzhang, and the demon-slaying event was about to begin. If Zhou Botong could be eliminated here, one of Dongzhang's fangs could be pulled out.
By then, Dongzhang's power would have greatly reduced the threat. However, looking at Zhou Botong sitting suspended in the air, Fa Wang frowned slightly again, thinking that this man had wonderful martial arts skills and was very difficult to mess with, so he blurted out: "Your Majesty is behind you.
What?"
Zhou Botong pointed back and said with a smile: "In the past thirty or forty miles, there is his first knight group, the great monk. I advise you not to go at this moment."
Upon hearing this, the Dharma King glanced at the latter and said, "Why?"
"Hahahaha, then of course their weapons have been taken away by me and they are furious. Please go over and don't get killed by them by mistake." Zhou Botong laughed proudly.
"Why did you seize their weapons?" Nimosing asked in broken Mandarin.
As soon as the words came out, Zhou Botong raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Who told them not to tell where Kublai Khan is? I want to find him, but they refuse to tell me, so I can only seize their weapons."
The two of them felt relieved when they heard this, and the Dharma King stared at the latter with twinkling eyes: "What do you want to do with the prince?"
"Hmph! Of course he's here to take my nephew back!"
I saw Zhou Botong shouting, four camels jumping up with sixteen hooves, galloping westward like a gust of wind, making a long circle before running back.
The spear covered with weapons made a clanking sound in the wind. Zhou Botong stood up straight, holding the spear in his hand, galloping across the plains, rolling it constantly, like a general with all the majesty. With the shaking of his hand, it hung on the long spear.
The blades on the spear flew everywhere and stuck into the ground.
But seeing that he was very proud, he ran close to him, and with a sound of "got'er", the four camels immediately stood still. Thinking that his hand was very strong, the four camels had to obey the command. Zhou Botong laughed and said: "Great monk, these camels
OK?"
His Holiness gave a thumbs up and praised: “It’s very good, I admire you very much!”
But in my heart, I was thinking about what he meant by those words? What kind of nephew?
Unexpectedly, the old naughty boy waved his spear with his left hand, and with a whoosh, it was inserted three feet in front of the king. He laughed and said, "Since Kublai Khan is not here, I will go!"
As he said this, he was about to fly away. The Karmapa immediately picked up the spear in front of him and threw it with his right arm. With a sharp swish sound, the spear passed through the body of a camel and plunged straight forward, forcing Zhou Botong to stop.
Looking at the spear that was still buzzing on the ground, Zhou Botong turned sideways: "What? Are you going to fight with me?"
"Hey, sir, you are very skilled, but we are definitely no match for you." His Holiness and Nimo Xing stepped forward and stopped Zhou Botong.
"Then what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. Aren't you looking for your nephew? I know where he is."
Jin Lun Dharma King and Nimo Xing looked at each other and smiled, their faces full of radiance.