Chapter 44 Handicap Odds of Killing Xin Zhuo in Fucheng
With the sun going down, Mr. Studious was finally carried back to Fulong Village. Fortunately, he was bandaged in time to stop the bleeding, and he took pills to recover half of his life. A life.
Even so, his face was pale and weak.
He looked at the sunset, immersed in infinite decadence, and his expression was extremely gloomy.
Until the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of dozens of straight and sharp figures standing at the gate of the village.
Especially the first one, an old man in brocade clothes, with gray hair, hands behind his back, a square face, and three long beards, who is not angry and self-confident. His expression couldn't help but change, and he became indescribably calm.
"Azheng, how are you?"
The old man strode up to meet him, his eyes like torches, looking directly at the studious gentleman's wound, "Why is it so badly injured? You are not invincible either. What about Xin Zhuo? "
What the old man said was full of concern and seriousness.
But in the ears of Mr. Studious, I just felt uncomfortable all over, and said coldly: "Then Xin Zhuo is not inferior...eighth rank, how can I lose? I have been practicing martial arts for forty years and studied under Taiping. Who knows about Old Master Gong Jiyun, Old Master's Master of the Shangjing Realm?
I have naturally learned his old man's leisurely cloud-stepping body technique, which can't be touched by ordinary people, let alone a mere bandit? "
"Then your injuries..." The old man couldn't help but sigh, "It's really strange! "
The studious gentleman smiled calmly: "It is difficult to walk in the forest, and bumps and bumps are inevitable! ”
“That’s it! I believe it! "The old man squinted his eyes, lifted up his beard, and looked at the western sky. It seemed that the sunset was infinitely beautiful.
The studious man's face turned green and red, and sneered: "To be honest, your grandson followed the bandits! ”
The old man's face changed slightly, and he snorted: "Actually, I know that you were beaten by bandits!"
"Your grandson followed the bandits!"
"You were beaten by bandits! Beat it!”
……
The crowd of people all around couldn’t help but look at each other in shock.
It is said that Mr. Studious and Mr. Murong Zhe, the head of the Murong family, studied together in the Taiping Palace when they were young. When they were young, they both admired a certain girl who is now an old lady. Mr. Studious came to Fufeng Mansion this time not only to accompany his good friend the prefect to take office, but also because his old enemy was here.
The two elders mixed up half a stick of incense, and the studious Mr. was finally defeated. He sighed and said seriously: "Although Xin Zhuo is young, he is indeed extraordinary. He has many clever ideas, mental skills, and swordsmanship. You are good at martial arts, boxing skills, light skills, palm skills, and sword skills. You need to be more careful!"
"You can just go back to the city to recuperate and leave it to me."
Mr. Murong Zhe. Looking at the dense forest and sea of clouds in the distance, his face was full of murderous intent: "Xin Zhuo's group of thieves are probably fleeing in the direction of Qiugong Pavilion, with the purpose of entering the mountains at the western foot of the Fulong Mountains. I will chase them quickly."< br>
A strong young man behind him clasped his fists and asked: "Alive or dead?"
Mr. Murong Zhe pondered for a moment and said without a trace of emotion: "Save Murong's life and I will take him back to worship his ancestors. The rest of the thieves don't need to hold back, they will be killed without mercy. I will be here soon."
"Here! "
......
Xin Zhuo followed Feng Sanbao's instructions and went straight to the depths of the mountain forest. He ran two sticks of incense. The surrounding trees gradually became sparse, and a sheep intestine mountain road appeared in front of him. .
I ran west along the mountain road for a few more miles. In the dense forest in the south direction, a corner of glazed tiles appeared. The closer I got, the more obvious the outline of the building was. Soon, a corner of the gray wall appeared. Katayama-in appears in front of you.
The gate is a building similar to an archway. There is a plaque of "Qiugong Pavilion" hanging directly above the door, and on both sides there are couplets "Literature and martial arts are prosperous."
This is Qiugong Pavilion, and it looks good. Ordinary.
Outside the gate, on the ten-meter-square bluestone ground, two young students were sitting cross-legged. They closed their eyes tightly and did not know what kind of exercises they were practicing. They were sweating profusely and trembling all over.
While I was looking at him in a trance, a figure from the front suddenly pounced towards me.
Xin Zhuo was startled, and just as he was about to draw the knife, he saw the person coming and said happily: "The boss, I know you must be fine!"
It was Han Qiniang, with bright eyes, holding Xin Zhuo tightly, like a lost treasure.
"Sage Confucian Academy, no one else, please leave immediately!"
Two students at the door suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.
"Jie, you have a fierce head, what a bullshit sage."
Han Qiniang let go of Xin Zhuo, wrinkled her nose and put her hands on her hips and cursed back, then stuck out her tongue and said to her boss: " It was these two people who stopped us from passing, but Sister Ying'er wanted to compete with them and opened her hemp skirt to reveal her underwear. When they saw it, their bodies became so weak!"
Cui Ying'er is indeed not very differentiated between men and women, but how can these Qiugong Pavilion students be so fierce that they die in a hurry?
Xin Zhuo asked: "Where are the second masters and the others?"
"In front."
Han Qiniang led the way. After walking a few miles, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, and Huang Dagui were sitting on the ground among some towering old trees, eating bird eggs and potatoes. When they saw Xin Zhuo coming, they all came up to him in surprise.
"Master, how are you?"
"Not bad!"
Xin Zhuo picked up a few potatoes, took two bites, and sat down on the ground.
"Master, what should we do next?"
Murong Xiu rubbed his hands. After running all the way, he finally understood that without Xin Zhuo, these bandits would have to disperse. , has no idea where to go, of course, he does the same.
She raised her orchid finger with her white tip and said: "The headmaster said before that there is a place for eating and playing. Isn't this the Qiugong Pavilion?"
Cui Yinger sneered: "Qiu Gong Pavilion" The ambition of these masters and students in the pavilion is to be an official and to bring peace to the world. How can they allow us bandits to come in unless we listen to them and go down to the mountain to do business? The peasants were then taken over by the government.
On the way here at noon, Qiugong Pavilion had a fight with the nuns of Shuiyue Temple.
They couldn't take care of us, otherwise we would be killed. When Miss Su was kidnapped up the mountain, they came to find her.”
A group of people simply looked at Xin Zhuo for answers.
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Don't we have an alliance leader?"
"Hahaha..." Huang Dagui got excited and slapped his thigh, "You yo-yo, I just thought of Menghu Village, how comfortable they are there. There are things to eat, drink, and play, and there is a little bitch with stinky feet.”
Han Qiniang spat: “Brother Dagui, you are only thinking about that bitch with stinky feet. You are not reliable at all. Damn it! We are running for our lives!”
Huang Dagui had no choice but to touch his nose and keep eating potatoes.
Murong Xiu tidied his hair and said, "But... they should have thought of us going to Menghu Village, right?"
"Menghu Village is just a temporary resting place!" Xin Zhuo said: "Go and play for a few days first, and then change places!"
Cui Ying'er asked doubtfully: "Go directly?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head, picked up the branches, opened up the dead branches and leaves, and drew a circle on the ground: "We have exposed our whereabouts. Experts from the four families are chasing us. The people in Qiugong Pavilion will definitely not hide it.
< br>This deep mountain and old forest is inaccessible. It is not difficult for them to find the traces of six or seven people, so it is not possible to go directly.
I just saw a river over there. Let's cross the river first, hide our whereabouts, and do it. Went out to the other side of the river and flew their kites for two days.”
...
Deep in the wild forest, a group of dozens of people used light body skills and rushed forward quickly.
"Sister Guiyan, I heard that Ruyifang in Fucheng has made a handicap on whose family will be the first to kill Xin Zhuo?"
Yuan Yourong performed the Yuan family's "Flying Dance" ", with a slim figure and graceful appearance, he was already several feet away in an instant.
This time she is the leader of the Yuan family in hunting down the little thief Xin Zhuo, leading eight masters of the Yuan family.
"The Murong family pays three for one, the Yuan family pays four, the Chen family pays five, and the Song family pays six."
Chen Guiyan has naturally thick eyebrows and thick lips, and has a very good appearance. She is ordinary, but her figure is second to none among the ladies in Fucheng. Her bulging chest almost breaks through her clothes, but her legs are slender and straight, which makes people feel a little worried.
This gives her a lot of points. In addition, she is only twenty-three years old and is already in the seventh level. She is considered an outstanding talent in Fufeng House.
"How is this standard set?"
Yuan Yourong is hard to understand. The four families are of equal strength and it is difficult to distinguish the strong from the weak. How can he be sure of who will kill Xin Zhuo? Big?
On the side, the leader of the Murong family this time, the eldest son of the second wife, the sturdy Murong Lei chuckled: "Ruyifang is a century-old gambling house, the big stalls are shrewd, the odds are reasonable.
< br>For example, the eldest son of my family turned to a thief and lost a lot of face. In order to clean up the family, naturally the most people came.
Secondly, both Yuan Zhuzhu and Yuan Moer of the Yuan family were defeated by Xin Zhuo, and Miss Zhuzhu was forced to marry a businessman, so she must be very interested in her.
The Chen family has a close relationship with the prefect. Okay, I’m afraid I’ll do my best.
The Song family has nothing to do with this matter. They only sent five people here. It’s more of a perfunctory thing than chasing a thief!”
"That's it!" Yuan Yourong nodded happily.
A skinny young man at the back sneered: "I have only five members from the Song family, but I can still come out on top. You guys were fooled around by that little bandit. You are incompetent and have doubts in your heart!"< br>
Yuan Yourong and Chen Guiyan looked at each other without paying attention. Chen Guiyan thought for a while and asked: "Is that little bandit Xin Zhuo really good at martial arts? I heard that he is eight feet tall. With a heavy back and a big mouth?”
The smile on Yuan Yourong’s face gradually disappeared: “It’s not that exaggerated, he’s quite handsome, just like a girl. As for martial arts, I... can’t understand it anyway! ”
PS: Thanks to Eternal Memoirs, How Good or Bad I Was That Day, and The Evil Lord of the World for their rewards, I kneel down.
(End of this chapter)