The persimmon forest is more than sixty miles to the west.
There was a bright fire in a dilapidated earth temple, and the night wind swept in uncontrollably, blowing the broken wooden door left and right. There is no doubt that if the wind force at this time is stronger, this weather-beaten wooden door will
Can it still be hung on the door frame?
Harsh "crunching" sounds sounded from time to time in the depths of the quiet dense forest. It was the sound of the wooden door hitting the door frame. In the Tutu Temple, several black shadows were refracted by the firelight. However, these black shadows were seen sitting and standing.
, with different postures.
In the temple, a bare-chested young man sat cross-legged on an old futon, but he saw this man's black hair spread around his shoulders, his pale and cold face, and his left ear with a golden light shining on it.
The pendant adds a touch of evil to his image, like a Shura from hell.
The muscles on the young man's body are not large, but they have sharp edges and corners. The eight slightly bulging abdominal muscles show the strength contained in this body.
A white-haired old man was squatting aside and quickly winding up and down silk threads with his hands. Soon, the silk threads were visibly sewing up the wounds on the young man's body until no blood could be seen spilling out.
Around them, several weirdos were sitting or standing. Directly opposite the young man, a man in black was sitting on the door frame with his back to everyone, holding a pot in one hand and drinking while his eyes were looking casually at the quiet place in the distance.
The mountains and forests were silent.
"Old Zhang, who is that person?"
The temple was quiet for a long time, and suddenly a lazy voice came from the door. The speaker was the man in black with his back to everyone.
The young man sitting astride the futon pursed his lips when he heard this, and then laughed playfully: "You know this person."
"oh"
Hearing this, the man in black was obviously interested, but he still did not continue to ask questions, but waited quietly for the young man to speak.
The young man with gold pendants hanging from his ears paused for a moment, ignoring the white-haired old man who was rapidly injecting needles on his body, and then said: "To be precise, the person behind him should have a lot to do with you."
As soon as he said this, the fat man lying on his back on a broken straw mat with his legs stretched out beside him immediately said in a loud voice: "It doesn't matter who he is, just kill him, just in time to give me a toothbrush as a sacrifice."
After speaking, he stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue and licked his thick lips, but the greediness did not look like he was joking. As soon as the words came out, a woman in plain clothes next to her, leaning against a stone pillar, immediately hummed: "If that person is a shriveled
Can you keep your mouth shut, old man, fat man?"
"Hey, the taste is indeed dry and full of odor, but it's not a problem."
The fat man rolled his eyes and whispered indifferently.
The man in black on the door frame listened to the conversation of several people and smiled silently. He raised his head and drank the few wines. He said: "Old Huang is right. No matter who touches my brother, he will be punished."
Some parts.”
Take another look at the arrogant back on the doorframe, the young man with gold pendants in his ears grinned: "You have seen this man before. He is from the Quanzhen Sect. His name is Lu Guzhan, and the person behind him is none other than Zhou Botong."
"oh"
The young man's words instantly attracted the attention of several weirdos in the temple, and they all looked at the man in black sitting on the door frame.
"It's this kid, hehehehe, he is really young and promising. Is he the one who framed me?"
The man in black burst out laughing when he heard the sound, and his laughter was very hearty.
"It's him."
"Very good, this kid won't survive, and Zhou Botong can't save him."
But the man in black suddenly stood up and turned around to look at the white-haired old man beside the young man. The scarlet mark on his forehead looked so evil under the light of the fire.
"Old man, how long will it take for Yi Meng's injuries to heal?"
Hearing this, the white-haired old man raised his eyes and glanced at the man in black standing by the door, and said: "I will try my best to fully recover him within two months."
"Hehe, very good. I will keep this man for you. You can do it yourself. Whether you want to kill or behead him, it's all up to you. You can even slap Lao Huang's teeth as a sacrifice. You don't need to worry about anything else.
Zhou Botong, leave it to me."
The shirtless young man was Zhang Yimeng. Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he raised his mouth to reveal his big white teeth. The gold pendant on his left ear shone even more at this moment: "Oh, okay."
This group of people is Dongzhang's group. When they came out of the Beggar Clan's main forum, they did not choose to escape far away. Instead, they found a nearby place to heal Zhang Yimeng. This armed group headed by Dongzhang had a high configuration.
When Deng and Hong Qigong attack, they have to weigh whether they can escape completely.
It can be said that at this time the highest combat power in the world is standing here, of course, it refers to those below the Five Ultimates.
Dongzhang did not choose to fight with Hong Qigong and Deng Da at the helm of the Beggar Clan because he was still not at his strongest at the moment. In pursuit of the realm of the wooden sword, he had only reached a threshold, and he was far away from the realm of the wooden sword.
There is still a long distance to go.
Therefore, Dongzhang is not in his strongest state without Xuantie Dao. This is first of all, and secondly, Zhang Yimeng's injury. He cannot delay it for too long. He needs to heal and stop his injuries quickly. In the long run, he will be injured.
to the meridians.
This is not a trivial matter for a martial arts practitioner. Considering that Zhang Yimeng's condition was unlikely to be too good, Dongzhang notified the chef to gather a few people when he came out of the mountain, and ordered the capture of several heavyweights of the Beggar Clan alive.
The orders of the characters are the only two remaining elders of the Beggar Clan, Elder Zhangpot and Elder Zhangbang, as well as the lively chief helmsman Wang Wencheng.
This was the main reason why Zhang Zhang dared to believe that Hong Qigong did not dare to stop him. As the saying goes, you need to be prepared for a rainy day. Dong Zhang believed that it would not be difficult to capture the three people alive with the strength of a few people. The fact was that he was given more
A surprise is Yanbo Diaosou.
Dongzhang didn't expect that even him would come. At this time, after the explanation, Dongzhang couldn't help but turn his head and look at Yanbo Diaosou, who was sitting alone, and said: "Dongzhang didn't expect that such a trivial matter would alarm even Mr.
, there is work.”
The latter was still wearing a bamboo hat at this time, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head and said with a smile: "You have the kindness to reinvent Quanzi, don't talk about such trivial things, even if you want to take my life, there is nothing wrong with that.
"
The heartache of his retirement was his son, who was born to his deceased wife. It could be said that Yanbo Diaosou had lived for his son all his life. Dongzhang could give him a new life. This kindness to him was too great to be repeated.
Big.
Although this person is both good and evil, he is particularly emotional and has a lot of moral principles, which cannot be compared to those who claim to be famous and upright. He looks sanctimonious on the surface, but in fact he is dark and cunning in his heart. Although he is a devil, he said
There is no falsehood in what he said, and he speaks the truth.
But it is extremely difficult to get a promise from such a person. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky, but Dongzhang is just using tricks.
People like Dongzhang who don't make promises easily have to do what they say.
"Sir, it's serious. It's just a matter of effort. How is your son doing now?"
Looking at Baicao Xian, who was silent and just practicing acupuncture, Yanbo Diaosou's old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he smiled like a child: "He is very good, he can already move around on his own."
"Haha, that's good."
With a relieved smile, Dong Zhang walked towards the fire in front of him and sat cross-legged. He looked at Zhang Yimeng's crooked arms and leg bones, picked up a dead wood and threw it into the fire: "Everyone, Lu Guzhan's current whereabouts are unknown. Please go with him.
Instead of looking for him, it is better to let him come to us on his own initiative."
"oh"
"Dongzhang, how do you say this?"
These words instantly aroused the interest of several people, and even the usually cold Master Shengyin couldn't help but look sideways.
Looking down at the crackling firewood in front of him, Dongzhang's eyes flashed with fire, and he grinned: "Saint Yin, cook, Wu Guo, let's make a big fuss to your heart's content, hunting, Quanzhen Sect."