Zhang Wu didn't know that the Xiao Jamgyi brothers were having the ultimate showdown, and he was still on his way back to Beijing.
Dan'er City is in the southernmost part of Dakun. It takes thousands of miles to go back to the north and pass through flooded flood areas on the way, so the traveling speed is very slow.
If Zhang Wu had only himself, he would be able to run as fast as he could and outstrip a thousand-mile horse, and he would be able to get back in two or three days.
But Uncle Six is old and it’s hard to leave him alone and run away.
The three of them drove a raft through the flood area, rescued a few survivors, and finally arrived in Luling County before dark.
This is the dividing line between north and south, with continuous mountains and many high mountains and rivers, which successfully blocked the floods.
Hurrying non-stop, crossing two mountains in a row, Ma Liu was panting, sweating on his forehead, and couldn't help but say:
"The city of Luling is just ahead, why don't we stay one night?"
"Amitabha, old monk, do whatever you want."
Shi Bodhi is calm and relaxed, full of energy and does not feel tired at all.
Zhang Wu wanted to rush all night, fearing that he would miss the opportunity to kill Xiao Jingchen, but with Uncle Liu so exhausted, he could only respond helplessly:
"Then we'll stay one night and set off again early tomorrow morning."
Ma Liu took a long breath and said:
"I have sent people to sneak into the palace to find out the truth about Emperor Jing Hao. I will not miss the opportunity to kill the Xiao brothers."
Zhang Wu nodded and walked a few more miles before the three of them finally entered Luling County.
When Zhang Wu came to open a medical clinic seven or eight years ago, the city was still very prosperous. Now there are no people on the streets. It is empty and silent, with only the whistling north wind blowing and flying sand.
When we arrived at the largest restaurant in the city center, we finally felt the popularity.
The common people were almost extinct, and those who survived were all the rich and powerful, wearing silk and brocade robes, drinking and drinking together, and it had nothing to do with them how many people died.
"Have you heard that the fourth prince has surrounded the capital, and I think the throne will change hands."
"Your news is out of date. The capital city has been breached, and only the palace is still holding on."
"Emperor Jing Hao is in trouble this time. The third prince is so affectionate and righteous, yet he was poisoned to death. He is really vicious and cannot be tolerated by God."
"Who says it isn't?"
The dignitaries were discussing matters in the capital. Zhang Wu frowned and couldn't help but glance at Ma Liu's back.
These circumstances... Uncle Six had never told him.
It is only said that Xiao Jingchen is still besieging the capital.
To say that Uncle Liu doesn't know the situation in the capital is absolute fart.
But why did he hide it from himself?
Zhang Wu lowered his head and pondered.
After running around all day, the three of them had no intention of eating, so they opened three rooms and went back to the house to rest.
Zhang Wu took a shower and found that the sky had completely darkened. The ancients rested at sunset. He also got into this habit and went to bed very early at night.
But this night, he was inexplicably irritable.
I don't know why, but I felt so congested in my heart, as if there was a stone weighing on me, and I couldn't sleep as I tossed and turned.
This was incredible to him.
The mind controls matter, can control qi and blood, and do all kinds of incredible things. It can make you fall asleep in a second and put your brain into a resting state without any difficulty.
But he lay on the bed and forced himself to close his eyes. His heart could not calm down, and he kept thinking about what was wrong with the old monk and Uncle Six in the past two days.
The first is Shakti Bodhi.
He must know whether Emperor Jing Hao is dead or not, but he is unwilling to tell himself. This is very strange.
If Xiao Jinghao is not dead, it means that the Xiao royal family has a back-up plan. There is nothing to hide. Anyway, they wear the same pants and have a common enemy. The old monk should tell it.
So, if Jamel Xiao is dead...
Why did the old monk hide it from himself?
"Afraid that if I return to the capital too early, I will be besieged by the Xiao Jingchen brothers?"
"still……"
"The old monk has his own plan?"
Unable to think of a clue, Zhang Wu shook his head and stopped thinking about the matter.
Uncle Liu's appearance appeared in his mind, and his expression gradually became serious.
There are a lot of weird things about Uncle Six.
A top-notch master, no matter how old he is or how degraded his skills are, he still won't be out of breath all day long if he is taking martial arts pills and has two great masters conditioning his body.
Moreover, Uncle Six is a strong person. According to his character, no matter how tired he is, he will not be soft-spoken and will always ask for rest.
This happens often, and it seems to be deliberately delaying time.
This is very similar to Shakti Bodhi.
Emperor Jing Hao is not dead, so don't be in a hurry to return to the capital, just take your time and hurry.
Also, the smell on Uncle Liu's body has suddenly become a little weird lately.
It felt like there was some donkey dung on the clothes and it smelled a bit unpleasant.
Zhang Wu originally thought he would wash it off. After all, everyone doesn't like to be clean, so he didn't remind him aloud.
But for two consecutive days, Uncle Liu seemed not to smell the smell of donkey manure. He allowed the stench to permeate his body without washing it, as if he was deliberately covering up his own smell to avoid being smelled by the dog's nose.
There was also his hair, which should have become messy and pale after running around and working all day, but Zhang Wu was very careful and found that Uncle Liu's white hair seemed to be less white than before.
Although there were a lot of doubts, Zhang Wu never had any doubts because he was Ma Liu and they got to know each other day and night.
Suspicious at this moment, an unknown premonition arose in his heart. As if he thought of something, he suddenly sat up from the bed.
He didn't have time to put on his coat, and his tall body crashed through the door, kicked open Ma Liu's room next door, and met Uncle Liu's guilty eyes.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you?"
"You are not Uncle Six!"
Zhang Wu's words were astonishing, and his figure flashed. Ma Liu felt his eyes blurred for a moment, and then he was lifted high.
"Who are you anyway?"
Zhang Wu yelled angrily and was about to kill him when suddenly a sound of "Amitabha" came to his ears, which was like a slap in the face, waking him up from his anger.
The old monk looked seriously and said:
"Junior brother, put him down, don't harm innocent people."
Zhang Wu stared at "Ma Liu" and used his mental power to check the other person, becoming more and more sure that this person was not Uncle Liu.
"Plop——"
Lao Liu fell heavily to the ground, stood up with his teeth bared, sighed and said:
"Okay, I admit, I'm not Ma Liu."
As soon as Zhang Wu pointed out, he hit the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint and blocked the air valve, causing Ma Liu's face to change immediately.
"Who are you……"
"Wooden King?"
Zhang Wu was surprised, and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
After Liu Qing was killed, King Mu disappeared inexplicably.
The Liu Jiaying Guards have existed all these years and have not been wiped out, and the Zhenfu Division has not started another war with them. Now the confusion is finally solved.
Now that the Wood King can pretend to be the Sixth Uncle, it means that he has been subdued by the Sixth Uncle, and the Shadow Guard has become the force under the Sixth Uncle.
Zhang Wu asked in a deep voice:
"Since when did you start pretending to be Uncle Six?"
"Two days ago, you and the old monk discussed Taoism all night long. In the middle of the night, while you were not paying attention, Ma Liu asked me to pretend to be him."
"Where did Uncle Six go?"
Zhang Wu was extremely anxious and panicked as never before.
King Mu looked lonely, shook his head and sighed:
"He returned to Beijing secretly."
"What?"
Zhang Wu's expression changed drastically, and he didn't have time to ask any more questions. He rushed out of the restaurant like crazy and ran towards the capital with all his strength, even if he didn't hesitate to use up his life force.