At this time, when Xiang Que was running wildly, he had already left this remote area and entered the suburbs of Nanjing. There, there was a large river like a jade belt lying in front of him. That river was called Qinhuai River.
At this time, Xiang Que was running like a wolf dog, panting heavily, his limbs were stiff, and he was almost foaming at the mouth. After all, he had already spent a lot of energy when he used the Sky-stealing Sun-changing Talisman, and Xiang Que had no energy at all.
I thought that this great gentleman from the Kong family would escape from Ogola, otherwise after he took advantage of Kong Deru's sword, others would have no time to take care of him and he would have been able to escape long ago.
It's just that there are too many unexpected things in this world, and even if Xiang Que manages to figure things out again, he will sometimes miss the mark.
Mr. Kong Da vowed not to give up and chased him. If Xiang Que escaped this time, the Kong family would be humiliated and the losses would be extremely heavy. The reincarnated Cao Qingdao was not brought back, Kong Deru was seriously injured and the murderer
If he ran away, where would he put his face?
"Huh..." Xiang Queqiang took a breath, bit the tip of his tongue and tried to shrink to the ground again.
However, Mr. Kong Da in the back felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converging towards Que. He quickly took out a bamboo slip similar to the one in the hands of Kong Deru and others, carved the word "ji" on it, and then waved it out.
A total of thirty-two of these bamboo slips exist in the Confucius family. They were handwritten by Confucius and were kept by Confucius until his death. They have been passed down to the present and were given to the most outstanding and outstanding thirty-two of the Confucius family.
Personal, used for self-defense and against enemies.
Bamboo slips are belonging to saints and are equivalent to Buddhist and Taoist ritual implements. This is the foundation of a saint's family. It is really astonishing that more than thirty pieces of such things exist in the world.
"Whoa!" Just when the talisman paper shattered and shrunk to an inch and took shape, a strong wind suddenly rushed behind him.
Suddenly, a feeling of exploding hairs filled his whole body. Xiang Que had no time to cast all the shrunken spells, so he had to gather all his Tao Qi on his back.
"Pah!" That bamboo slip was like a meteor streaking across the sky, hitting Xiang Que directly on the back.
"Pfft" Xiang Que suddenly felt dizzy. After a sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen, blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Plop!" Xiang Que flew directly into the air and hit the ground heavily.
"Whoa!" Mr. Kong Da then floated from behind and was about to land next to Xiang Que almost instantly.
On the Qinhuai River, a painted boat floats slowly from a distance. The Qinhuai River is silent at night, without a trace of waves. The lights on the boat are shining and the guzheng is lingering.
On the bow of the ship, a figure with hunched shoulders stood, holding a pot of wine in his hand and taking a sip. He had a somewhat fairy-like artistic conception, but his sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked appearance made people feel a bit off-putting.
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On the bank of the Qinhuai River, there is also a figure standing, holding a wine gourd in his hand and a whisk on his back.
"The land of golden powder in the Six Dynasties, the ten-mile Qinhuai River, the clear breeze and the bright moon are not drunk with astringent wine, but the elegance of the night is faintly dizzy with the slight ripples."
Under the guzheng, soft music lingered, which was very suitable for the occasion. The two figures turned at the same time and looked to the northwest.
Qinhuai River, the land to the northwest.
Xiang Que slapped him on the ground. Mr. Kong Da floated over and reached out to grab Xiang Que, but suddenly a figure slammed down from behind Mr. Kong Da in mid-air. The figure seemed to be a huge
The bat rose into the air and when it fell, a piercing scream came from its mouth.
"Boom" After Ogola fell, he slammed into Mr. Kong Da with his strong body. The two suddenly separated. Mr. Kong Da frowned slightly. Ogola knelt down on one knee and couldn't stop bleeding.
It dripped from the corner of his mouth.
This last seemingly ineffective collision had consumed almost all of Ogula's strength.
"I promise to stop him for you, and I will do my best." After finishing speaking softly, Ogula fell to the ground.
When Xiang Que saw this, he took a deep breath and finished reciting the Shrinking Earth Technique that had not yet been fully performed. The figure jumped out in a flash. At this time, a jade belt river was blocked not far in front of him.
In front of me, there was a gently swaying painting boat floating on the river.
"You are really unwilling to give up. Are you still thinking about running away at this time?" Mr. Kong Da glanced at Ogola, but did not care about him at all. At this time, the prince was obviously at the end of his strength and could not move at all.
Every cent.
Xiang Que bent over and looked at the big river in front of him. He felt powerless and stopped struggling. Mr. Kong Da said with a sullen face: "This time, let's see who will still block the way and win the gold."
"Buddha Infinite Life..." A figure carrying a whisk and a wine gourd suddenly appeared from nowhere, with one hand raised on his chest and whispered: "Donor, God has the virtue of a good life.
Just be merciful, why bother forcing each other so hard?"
"A muscle?" Xiang Que, who was still struggling to breathe, was suddenly confused.
Zhao Jiahui hung the wine gourd on his waist, slowly took out the fly whisk from his back and looked at Mr. Kong Da calmly.
Mr. Kong Da frowned at him and said, "Who are you?"
"People outside the world do not mess with the world of mortals, but they are still in the world of mortals."
Mr. Kong Da said impatiently: "Why are you meddling in the matter between me and him? Do you want to meddle in this business?"
"Buddha Amitayus, I'm not in charge. I'm just a poor Taoist who thinks that all conflicts in the world are reasonable. Just talk about it and let it go. Why bother to go to war?" Zhao Jiahui said in a slightly arrogant way.
Mr. Kong Da lost his patience, pursed his lips, and said: "Get out of the way. My principle is that the strong is king. If you don't get out of the way, you will have to wade into this muddy water."
Zhao Jiahui raised the whisk in his hand and said calmly: "I don't know what your theory is, but no matter how big it is, it can't be bigger than this whisk in my hand."
At this time, the painting boat on the Qinhuai River quietly rowed to the shore, a sampan came down from the boat, and the man with stooped shoulders and sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stepped out of the boat.
When Xiang Que saw this, he was immediately confused again.
Why did these two weirdos that I met on the train show up here?
"Grand Deacon of the Confucius Mansion in Qufu, you're polite," Mr. Lai said softly, cupping his hands towards Mr. Confucius.
Mr. Kong Da pursed his lips, paused, and then asked: "Who are you?"
Mr. Kong Da is also confused, where did these two people come from?
Mr. Lai clasped his hands behind his back and did not answer. Instead, he turned around and pointed to the boat on the bank of the Qinhuai River and answered the question: "Does Mr. Kong Da know who is on that boat?"
"Whoa!" Mr. Kong Da's eyes narrowed and he looked at the boat. At this moment, a figure in palace clothes stood up on the bow of the boat.
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