Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 105|Being so talented

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Liuhe Temple, it is Liuhe Temple again!

The Jinyiwei thought to myself, isn’t there a former national teacher there? how to get to?

At this moment, a whistle came from the forest next to the mountain road. The masked figures seemed to have received some orders. Their moves became more fierce. A Jinyi guard with an injured shoulder was caught off guard and was cut by a masked man who jumped high. Lost his head.

There was a flash of blue light.

The masked man hadn't fallen to the ground, and a knife flew slantingly made him scream in horror.

He was unavoidable in mid-air, even if he leaned back desperately, the blade still cut his chest.

Although the blood spurted wildly, but after all, he did not lose his life directly-the wound was not deep enough to kill.

The masked man staggered back several steps, and Gong Jun was stopped by a figure.

This man is not a black scarf mask, but he wears a Zhong Kui mask on his face. He is tall and strong.

As soon as Gong Junfu fought, he noticed the opponent's deep inner strength, and the sword momentum was completely resolved, and his strength was backlashed. Although Gong Jun was prepared, he still suffered a small loss. The blood in his chest was surging, and his Qi pulse almost flowed backward.

"Fun organ fist?!" Gong Jun was taken aback.

At first glance, the fierce and domineering style of boxing actually hides the vigor and strength.

Gong Jun was in a hurry, and instantly avoided the following three moves.

"The eagle dog of the imperial court also knows the goods." The man wearing Zhong Kui's mask sneered, his voice dull.

Gong Jun's heart sank, because the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake has not disappeared, and the master is still hiding in the dark! This person is not at all!

His hands holding the knife are stiff, cold sweat rolls off.

Although his martial arts are not top-notch in the arena, it is not much worse. There are only a dozen people who can defeat him in the world, and most of them take advantage of deep internal strength.

Now there are four people on a Dragon Claw Peak?

Excluding Meng Qi, he was sure that he had never seen the three remaining people, and he didn't know where they came out! Gong Jun was desperately working with the masked man while observing the surroundings from the corner of his eye, lest the person hiding in the dark would suddenly make a move.

Is the ancestor of Qingwu?

Is there a master who wears a mask to make a fist next to Qingwu ancestor? How many masters are hiding in the dark?

"Tongzhi..."

"Let you go!"

While speaking, another Jin Yiwei broke his arm at the elbow, painful, but fortunately, his colleagues around him grabbed it quickly so that no one fell directly and was hacked to death.

They were frightened and furious. They had been Jinyiwei for so long, and it was not that they had never encountered a hard idea, but most people would not want to die with the government, let alone kill Jinyiwei, unless it was to rebel.

"Tongzhi, brothers here stand up, you go back and report! There may be a major incident in the capital!"

"Shut up! Can I leave?" Gong Jun cursed.

Actually, Gong Jun is not sure if he can go. It depends on how many masters are in ambush in the dark.

Gong Jun didn't want to try, and simply didn't consider this possibility.

The man wearing Zhong Kui's mask grinned and said gloomily: "You know the current affairs, why don't you lay down your weapons and surrender?"

Gong Jun took the sword faster and faster, making a desperate posture.

His knife skills are strange and often unexpected. Although the masked man has high martial arts, he is indeed held back by him.

Jin Yiwei retreated hurriedly and ran to Liuhe Temple.

A masked man sneaked into the woods next to him and came to an old man in a Taoist robe.

"Ancestor?"

"Well, there is no need to chase."

The old man waved the whisk at random, his hair was silver-white, and his robe was covered with a silver gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, and it was pierced with golden sun, moon, stars, and flying cranes and auspicious clouds.

Behind the old man is another person who also wears Zhong Kui's mask, but he is slightly shorter, and his back looks more like a woman.

"Big brother was dragged by the deputy commander of Jinyiwei." The woman said softly, her tone of voice seemed to be concerned, but the timing of this speech was more like putting on eye drops in front of the old man.

"You only see these?" the old man scolded.

The woman was startled and did not dare to make a sound.

The old man was sheltered by the dense forest, standing behind a tree and watching the fight on the mountain road outside, as if he was savoring something. After a long time, he said in a daze: "Good sword technique, the bamboo sword is well-known! Some are lacking, and only with this skill can be one of the best in the world. A hundred years ago, and a hundred years later, I’m afraid I won’t be able to find such a genius. What a pity!"

The woman cautiously stepped forward and said: "The deputy commander of the palace, the disciple has already checked. Although he appears to be loyal to the emperor, he is not Lu Zhang's confidant, and he is good at deceiving the top and the bottom. I have also received money. A royal eagle dog like this, no matter how high in martial arts, is only a scorpion, what is a pity?"

"What do you know?" The old man frowned, stroking his beard and asked, "Has the whereabouts of the abbot of Hengchang Temple, the layman of the Tianshan school, and the elders of those sects be tracked?"

"...Master calms down!"

The woman knelt down in a hurry, not daring to raise her head.

The old man said to himself: "It seems that they have really gone back."

The woman was concealed by the mask so that only one pair of eyes appeared on her face. She rolled her eyes for a while and said in a low voice: "According to the news, they have suspected Master, and they are clever, thinking that the matter is related to the Jade Seal of the country, so they will There are rumors of Meng Qi, a former national teacher."

After speaking, he repeated the conversation between Mr. Jinfeng and the abbot of Hengchang Temple that day.

She said so thoroughly, as if she was there that day.

When the old man heard that Meng Qi was in Qingjiang to pass the country's jade seal, and then might close the jade seal, his brows became more frowning, and his face was clouded with clouds, scaring the female disciple to stop.

"...Master? What we are going to do has nothing to do with Yuxi? Why are you so angry?"

"The one who broke the game is very clever!" The old man sighed and said with a horrible expression, "Aren't those head elders shrunk their heads in fright? Xiao Liuer, lacking an important part, the play is just fine. I can't sing well."

The female disciple asked suspiciously: "No, the former master of the country has long been an ancient person, how can he be taken out to say--"

"Ancient? I don't think so."

The old man stopped paying attention to the woman, and instead urged the big apprentice outside with a voice transmission.

"Get someone arrested soon."

The masked man who was fighting Gong Jun gave a grin, and Gong Jun immediately felt the pressure on his face doubled.

Fun-Fun Boxing, as the name suggests, is a boxing technique that does not leave any room. It has the same hidden dangers as the Qishang Fist secretly passed down by the world a long time ago. Those who learn this set of fists often hurt themselves before they can hurt the enemy. Only people with deep internal skills can avoid hidden dangers. In this way, unless you are a talented person, you will have a small internal strength, and you can only practice after the age of thirty.

Gong Jun originally thought that there would be no one who practiced this method of boxing in the arena, but today he actually ran into a master who had practiced the broken fist to the tenth level, just to restrain his own swordsmanship.

The sturdy boxing technique opens and closes. Under the cover of the boxing force, all the tricks are suppressed. What's more troublesome is the hidden power in the boxing method. If you don't pay attention, you will be injured. Any injury is a hidden injury.

Gong Jun didn't dare to let these dark powers touch his body at all, and the sword's momentum was naturally affected.

The entire cyan blade light on the mountain path looks like Gong Jun has the upper hand, but in fact he is desperately trying to make up for the leaks, turning what could be done with a single knife into five knives and ten knives to use, which can stop it. The guy wearing the mask.

This style of play can't last because Gong Jun's internal strength is insufficient.

He saw that all his subordinates were gone, so he began to fight and retreat.

The result seemed to be seen by the opponent, and he suddenly stepped up the offensive, forcing Gong Jun to use only one part of the force he had reserved. The two fisted and fisted, full of energy, and looked like a blue ball from a distance. Desperately trying to break free from the mud.

"Your sword dancing skills can be said to be a must. If you perform in the washroom, you will surely get a lot of rewards."

Gong Jun turned a deaf ear to the humiliation of the mask man's words. He now felt that the poisonous snake was about to swim out, as if he was about to swallow him as a prey.

In an emergency, Gong Jun severely threw the scabbard and flew onto the mountain road.

The scabbard was broken and turned into dozens of fragments and shot out.

The masked man avoided it, and it was too late to chase after him. Gong Jun couldn't even see the shadow.

"The disciple is incompetent." The masked man saw the old man in the robes walking out of the woods and hurriedly knelt down to plead.

"You can't be blamed, this deputy commander's effort is far higher than I thought." The old man sighed.

He has the temperament of a bone fairy wind, standing among the masked men in black on one knee, he looks extraordinarily out of place.

"There are talents from the Jianghu generation, even if there are not enough, it is a pity to die. No matter, he is so anxious to go back to Liuhe Temple, thinking that he believes that someone at Liuhe Temple can handle it. What is going on?"

"Report! News from Liuhe Temple."

A black-clothed masked man is holding a pigeon in his hand, and there is a small bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg.

The old man took out a piece of paper from the tube and slowly unfolded it.

——Jin Yiwei discovered the treasure.

Followed by is the second pigeon, which says "Jin Yiwei suddenly retreats".

There are also two symbol marks on the note. Others do not understand, but they are in fact a code word.

"It's all rubbish! First, third...Where is another pigeon that spread the news?" the old man asked coldly.

The black-clothed masked man buried his head and dared not say anything.

The bamboo tube that the pigeon can carry is not that big, and the paper is of course not that big. The number of words that can be written is limited, and it often needs to be divided into several paragraphs. If there is a mark, the missed message is clear at a glance.

At this time, there is a cool breeze on the stupa of Liuhe Temple.

Mo Lei looked at Meng Qi who had gone back and forth, and found that he didn't have the so-called monkey wine in his hand, but a pigeon.

The pigeon flopped desperately, Meng Qi gently pulled its wing roots, and the pigeon didn't dare to move.

"There really is the eyeliner of the Qingwu ancestor in the temple." Meng Qi threw the bamboo pipe in the corner of the top of the pagoda.

Moli asked: "What did you write?"

"Mysterious doctor, former national teacher." Meng Qi raised the note in Yang's hand and said to himself, "It sounds like I and the doctor are the same."

Mo Li instinctively thinks his tone is weird, but he can't make a mistake, so he thinks he's worried.

The person who sent the letter heard Jin Yiwei shouting the name "Meng Qi" and ran away, but he didn't know who Meng Qi was or which two words it was, so he only wrote the former national teacher.

"He released three pigeons, and I only kept this one. Come, first salute and send a greeting to the ancestor of Qingwu."

Meng Qi found the pen and ink from his suitcase, cut out a small piece of paper, and wrote the word "Meng Qi" smartly.

The handwriting is clear, the pen is sharp, and the end is strong, vaguely revealing the aura of who I am.

Under the influence of Qin Lu, Moli can write a good handwriting. Now I read it and couldn't help but praise it.

Meng Qi's face didn't show up, but he rolled the strip of paper triumphantly, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and then let the pigeon out.

As a result, the pigeon fell straight down the tower.

The two were taken aback, and quickly stretched their heads to look at it. Moli almost jumped down to catch it.

Fortunately, after the pigeon stiffly fell off the two-story tower, it flew up obliquely, and then fluttered its wings in a panic and flew down the mountain.

"It seems that this pigeon is stupid and can't fly?" Meng Qi gave a dry cough.

Mo Li silently glanced at Meng Guoshi, who almost threw the pigeon to death.

"Okay, I will follow up and have a look."

"No, doctor, I will come!"

Before they had time to chase the pigeons, they suddenly had a meal and looked at the Liuhe Temple mountain road sheltered by the shade of the trees.

The figure was shaking over there, and the wind sent a faint smell of blood.