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Chapter two hundred and twenty-ninth Qingfa's fate of the peach blossom

The housekeeper surnamed Zhang, who had a broken arm, stopped the bleeding from his wound with a skillful acupuncture technique.

In the world of martial arts, it is not uncommon to see acupuncture techniques like this. The so-called warriors in the world are mostly half-doctors, so this acupuncture technique is nothing more than a few extensions of a clear understanding of the eight extraordinary meridians on the human body.

A technique of tapping a person's acupoints to cause coma, loss of strength and other effects.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no truly powerful acupuncture skills. For example, the "Sunflower Acupuncture Skill" that has been circulated in the world for a long time is the leader in acupoint skills.

Of course, we won’t go too far into this kung fu at this moment. Let’s go back and talk about the housekeeper surnamed Zhang who is still running for his life.

Although the bleeding from his wound had stopped, he still had a broken arm at this time, and it could be seen from his increasingly paler face that his condition was almost at the end of his life.

He dodged and jumped onto a big tree, held a long knife in his mouth, casually stuffed the first-grade secret book hidden in his arms into a tree hole, and then fled away without any hesitation.

During this trip, he thought that he was in a state of death and no life, and there was no possibility of escaping again. As for why he hid the secret book casually in a tree hole, it was just a matter of following fate.

At this moment, he no longer cared about whether that place would be discovered. Even if he was found by those behind him after his death, there was nothing he could do.

There was no way out, but he didn't believe there would be another village waiting for him.

Gradually, his speed has become slower and slower. In addition to the exhaustion caused by running away for nearly two days and one night, his wound has begun to bleed again because it was not treated in time.

Although the acupuncture skills are amazing, they are not as good as the flesh and bones of the living dead. If you have an arm cut off, even if you are a martial arts master, you will still die as long as you do not receive timely treatment.

The pursuit is still going on, but the housekeeper named Zhang has no intention of escaping anymore. At this moment, his condition may save him one or two lives, but in a few moments, he may just have to wait for death.

In the middle of a relatively spacious grassland, the housekeeper surnamed Zhang stopped and watched coldly as the people behind him surrounded him.

Unlike the miserable butler named Zhang, Xiashan Hu's ears have been bandaged at this moment, and he doesn't look as scary as before, but looking at Xiashan Hu's face, you can tell that he is not feeling well at this time.

"Old guy, how dare you chop off my ears. I will cut you into pieces. I will also dig up your Zhang family's ancestral graves and let your ancestors die violently in the wilderness. I will also..."

Just as the tiger descending from the mountain was viciously threatening the housekeeper named Zhang, the middle-aged scribe stood up.

"okay!"

Being interrupted by the middle-aged scribe, Xia Shanhu did not dare to complain at all. On the surface, he was following his lead in this operation, but in fact the real big shot was the middle-aged scribe, because even his eldest brother did not know this.

Where do people come from?

After interrupting Xia Shanhu's curse, the middle-aged scribe looked at the housekeeper named Zhang and said.

"For the sake of your loyalty, if you hand over the secret book, I will not kill you and your young master. In the future, whether you and your young master want to seek revenge from the tigers or seek an explanation from me, it will be fine. What do you think?"

The butler surnamed Zhang rolled his eyes twice and then said.

"Is this true?"

After hearing this, Xiashanhu became anxious.

"Hey, this guy has to be killed! If you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze. Didn't you say it yourself?"

The middle-aged scribe gave Shanhu a cold look.

"When do I need you to teach me what to do! If you dare to say one more thing, I will kill you and your boss will not dare to say no!"

This time, Xiashanhu completely shut his mouth obediently. Then the middle-aged scribe looked at the housekeeper named Zhang again.

"What I say will naturally count, but don't waste time. I will only give you ten breaths of time to think about it. After ten breaths, I will go get the secret book myself. As for you, just bury it here!"

For a moment, the housekeeper surnamed Zhang didn't speak, and neither did anyone else, but everyone was thinking

The countdown is going on silently.

Ten breaths, nine breaths...five breaths...three breaths

By the time the middle-aged scribe's sigh resounded throughout the audience, the ten breaths of time had elapsed without even a moment left.

"I knew you would choose this path, but if you really take the initiative to hand over the secret book, I will look down on you."

The middle-aged scribe's words contained a mixture of appreciation and regret, but these did not affect his step-by-step approach to the housekeeper surnamed Zhang.

"Don't worry, I will send someone to help you get that arm back afterward, and return your body intact."

The middle-aged scribe took the long sword from the hand of the man beside him, then slowly raised it and pointed it at the heart of the housekeeper named Zhang.

The housekeeper surnamed Zhang looked at Jianfeng and had no idea of ​​resisting because the middle-aged scribe gave him too much pressure.

The middle-aged scribe's sword seemed simple, but no matter how he struck, he could not dodge the sword. It was as if all his escape routes had been blocked. Perhaps only in his prime could he avoid the edge of the sword.

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"Don't worry, this sword won't hurt."

Butler Zhang closed his eyes and waited silently for the sword to fall. He thought that the young master and the others should be safe now!

And just when the middle-aged scribe used all his strength to plunge the sword, a sword roar came from the distance.

A long sword came from the west of the grassland, broke the middle-aged scribe's sword in the middle, and then turned back.

"Grandpa Zhang Yuan!"

Just as the butler surnamed Zhang looked at the half of the sword that fell on his abdomen in astonishment, a voice of unusual surprise reached the ears of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged scribe and others saw Jiang Ergou and his party meeting in the tavern, and naturally among them was the young master named Zhang.

The housekeeper surnamed Zhang looked at Jiang Ergou and others coming from a distance and did not say anything to tell them to run. He was not a fool. He naturally knew what the flying sword just meant. What's more, the young man didn't look like a fool.

You fool, there is no way you could come back and die on your own.

"This time, I may have made a mistake."

Zhang Fengliang, who came running from a distance, was initially surprised, but when he saw the empty left arm of the housekeeper named Zhang, his face suddenly turned ugly.

But he didn't say much at the moment, nor did he mention asking Jiang Ergou to help him take revenge. He just silently came to the housekeeper named Zhang and took him into his arms, and then without saying a word, he took everything into consideration.

He handed it over to Jiang Ergou who was following behind him.

At this moment, those who followed the middle-aged scribe all the way have seen how extraordinary this young man is, and no one dares to act rashly. Even Xiashanhu, who has always been unable to control his mouth, has calmed down obediently.

There was no way, who made Jiang Ergou's flying sword just now so shocking to these people in front of him?

Just when no one dared to stand up and speak, the middle-aged scribe took the lead and spoke softly.

"It turned out that Mr. Jiang was in person. I was a little unsure before. It was only then that I was convinced that Mr. Jiang returned to the world and came all the way to the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou within two months."

Jiang Ergou looked at the man in front of him and really couldn't remember where he had seen him. But since he had never seen him, how did he know his identity?

In addition, he couldn't see that this person's strength was not at the third level, but a master who had been in the second level for many years.

After seeing through all this, Jiang Ergou raised his hands and turned his palms, and a burst of pure internal energy suddenly rushed towards the middle-aged scribe.

The latter was not in a hurry, seeing that Jiang Ergou had no murderous intention, but even so, he did not dare to rely on him. He suddenly used his second-level strength, scaring everyone present. Until then, Xiashan Tiger

Only then did they realize that the frail scholar who had been following them was actually a second-grade master!

For other people, they can only see these things, but for Jiang Ergou, it is enough to see his origin. Although this man uses a folding fan weapon, his breathing method is obvious.

Just from the six doors.

Although Jiang Ergou has not had much contact with the Six Gates over the years, he is quite familiar with some of their techniques.

"It turns out you are from Liufan

Door, no wonder you can see through my identity."

Hearing Jiang Ergou's words, everyone was shocked again. There was actually something involving the Six Doors. Even the housekeeper surnamed Zhang felt despair for a moment. If the Six Doors were really involved in the destruction of the Zhang family,

Then what else can they use for revenge?

However, Jiang Ergou's calmness gave him a glimmer of hope. From the young man's tone, he was not afraid of these six doors at all!

The middle-aged scribe smiled and then continued.

"Young Master Jiang has come forward. I will definitely give you some face from my six doors. My family has always highly praised Young Master Jiang's swordsmanship. If Young Master Jiang comes here to save people, both master and servant, Young Master Jiang, can take them away."

, just leave the first-grade secret book."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Jiang Ergou would fall out on the spot, after saying these words, the middle-aged scribe continued.

"Of course, Mr. Jiang can easily take these two people away today with his ability, but Mr. Jiang, you can protect them for a while, but you cannot protect them for the rest of their lives! You must know that ordinary men are not guilty, and those who possess a treasure are guilty. Of course,

As long as Mr. Jiang can make the two of them hand over the secret book, I, the Six Sects, can guarantee that no one in Suzhou and Hangzhou will dare to cause trouble to them or the Zhang family behind them!"

When Jiang Ergou heard these words, he felt that they were here just for the first-grade secret book. If that was the case, why would they do anything to kill the Zhang family? As for the adult mentioned by the middle-aged scribe, he was naturally the president of the Six Gates.

Thank you for catching me, Tianya.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ergou immediately asked.

"I want to know why you want to destroy the entire Zhang family?"

In response, the middle-aged scribe waved his hand.

"Mr. Jiang, this matter cannot be blamed on our Six Doors. To put it simply, my lord just owes a favor to another important figure in the court, so he wants the first grade from the Zhang family.

The secret book is here to repay this favor, and as for the destruction of the Zhang family, it just happened to happen, and it was all caused by the forces of these people behind me."

Hearing the middle-aged scribe's answer, Jiang Ergou nodded. If Six Doors really thought of this home, how could it give anyone a chance to escape.

The housekeeper surnamed Zhang who was lying on the ground also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the six gates are not dealing with the Zhang family, otherwise, even if the Zhang family has the support of a powerful person, they may not be able to turn over. As for the secret book, he is going to

Afterwards, I gave a copy directly to Six Doors.

Looking at the middle-aged scribe, Jiang Ergou said.

"I am indeed here to save people today, but you can't get the secret book. I won't care about it afterwards, not today. Even if your adults are here now, I will still say this."

Hearing Jiang Ergou's words, the housekeeper surnamed Zhang was ready to jump up and object, and then sent the secret book to the people at the six doors with both hands. However, he also knew that he couldn't do this at this time, so he could only quietly watch the situation unfold.

We've reached that point.

Hearing Jiang Ergou's words, the middle-aged scribe's face instantly turned cold. He thought he had always been very polite to Jiang Fuyu in front of him, but he did not expect that Jiang Fuyu did not give them any respect at all.

You know, after so many years, few ordinary first-level masters dare to look down on them.

"Okay, since Mr. Jiang wants to save face, I have nothing to say. My family is in the Suzhou city ahead. In a few days, I will ask Mr. Jiang for advice! So today, we people will leave first."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and left. Although the others were unwilling to do so, they had nothing to do. Didn't they see that they didn't even give him the respect of the six doors? If they don't leave now, they won't be able to leave later.

"Wait!"

"call out!"

The moment Jiang Ergou spoke, a flying knife flew out from the middle-aged scribe's folding fan and instantly penetrated Xiashanhu's throat.

"The female companion who has offended Mr. Jiang has no chance of living. She should give birth to a good child in her next life! I wonder if Mr. Jiang has any other instructions."

Only then did everyone realize that Xia Shanhu had already fallen to the ground with a flying knife stuck in his throat.

Jiang Ergou didn't say anything. The middle-aged scribe waited for a while and then continued to leave. The rest of the people naturally followed him immediately without any hesitation, for fear that he would become the second tiger descending the mountain in a blink of an eye and quickly disappear in this area.

On the grass.


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