Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

Zhen Dingyuan, an old man in Xuandu who was hiding in a nearby tree, could hear clearly, and couldn't help but be amazed. He thought that the situation in Taizhao Castle was dangerous, and the defenses were so strict. For many years, almost no one had slept here. Last night, he was near Xuanwu Tower After discovering the traces of the enemy, it was unexpected that someone would sneak into the stone house to harm the man in red with the stump. If he didn't lie and spread rumors, this phenomenon is quite worthy of vigilance. Zhao Ziyuan didn't think so much, he secretly smiled and said:

"The old fox is showing his claws and claws!" The man in red with the stump said: "It's just that the masked man probably failed to apply the way of chess to martial arts. Although he attacked the old man with his sword several times in a row, he didn't have any stamina. Instead, the old man injured his left rib with the poisonous light. Hehe, that light The needle is an extraordinary product, and the tip of the needle is covered with the poison of Malan who feeds the poisonous world..." As soon as the words "Malan's poison" came out, everyone's hearts were chilled, Zhao Ziyuan said: "If it is the most poisonous in the world, I don't know if the person who is poisoned by this poison can be saved or not?" "

The man in red with the stump said with a sinister smile, "Hey, there is no way to save him, unless that person begs the old man to give him an antidote..." Speaking of this, his eyes are cold, staring at Zhao Ziyuan and saying: "Why do you want to ask this, little brother? Could it be that you are the masked man?" Zhao Ziyuan smiled and said: "Do you think that person will be me?" The man in red with the stump pondered for a while and said: "It's not you, it's not you, otherwise, wouldn't it be different from what the old man thinks in his heart."

He turned his gaze to Gu Qianwu, who felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and said, "Mr., you..." The man in red with the stump interrupted: "Just now, the old man saw that this younger brother's chess skills are quite good, but he is too careless. When playing chess, he is the most cautious and distracted. Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake in the move, the whole game will be wiped out. Hehe..." Gu Qianwu was startled, and turned around to leave, but the man in red with the stump suddenly said: "Boss Gu, your left arm is a little awkward to swing, could it be because of your rib injury?"

Suddenly, Gu Qianwu's face changed drastically, he didn't expect the man in red with the stump to question him in a big circle, and he couldn't answer for a while, but he immediately smiled and said: "No, it's just a little ailment. " The man in red with the stump showed a strange look, and said, "Is that true?" Then he shook his head and said to himself: "Once the old man's poisonous light cuts through the skin, the poison will spread quickly, and the area around the wound will turn purple-black, and the skin will swell as a result..." Zhao Ziyuan had a thought, and looked at Gu Qianwu, and saw that the clothes on his left rib were slightly bulged, and he felt worried for him.

The man in red with the stump winked at Tianfeng, the middle-aged servant. That day Feng walked up to Gu Qianwu in two or three steps, and said: "Your Excellency, why don't you open the skirt and let us see—" Yuwen bowed forward suddenly, raised his right hand like lightning, and grabbed Gu Qianwu's upper skirt. The quickness of his strikes is breathtaking. In his haste, Gu Qianwu didn't have time to worry, he twisted his body and took a few steps back. With a sound of "sousa", the edge of Tianfeng's fingers swept across his lapel. Tianfeng's blow was missed, and he rushed forward without hesitation, like a maggot attached to the bone, his left hand pointed at Gu Qianwu's "atrium" acupoint, and the other hand copied to the opponent's side again.

This is a two-pronged approach, and the technique and direction are perfectly coordinated. If Gu Qianwu wants to avoid being touched by the big hole, he can only dodge to the left or right, then the skirt must be pulled by Tianfeng, otherwise, the defense in the chest will be opened. , the big hole is in danger of being hit at any time. At this moment, Zhao Ziyuan suddenly heard a loud cry: "There is someone on the tree—" Everyone in the world was startled suddenly, and the windless palms couldn't help being suffocated, Gu Qianwu took the opportunity to jump away. The man in red with the stump said, "What are you yelling about, little brother?"

Zhao Ziyuan pointed to a big tree nearby and said: "I happened to see a person hiding in a tree just now..." What he was pointing at was the big tree where Xuandu old man Zhen Dingyuan was hiding, and Zhen Dingyuan cursed secretly: "This kid clearly noticed that I was hiding here, but he shouted out no sooner or later than this time. It is obvious that he has ulterior motives. Could it be that he tried to cover up for Gu Qianwu, so he suddenly made a sound and left the red-clothed master?" The spirit of the servants?..." He wanted to wait for the floating body to appear in front of everyone openly, and because of his status, he was the owner of the castle, so he still had to hide his head and tail in the castle, spying on others, wouldn't it be a joke, but if There is no way to stay here for a long time, and there is no way to ponder for a while.

Zhen Lingqing looked at Zhao Ziyuan suspiciously, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, think about it..." Her words were interrupted by the man in red with the stump: "Is it nonsense? We can expose it right away. Tianfeng, you jump up the tree to have a look." The middle-aged servant Tianfeng responded, twisting his shoulders and rushing up, suddenly saw a figure swaying in the tree, with a sound of "huh", that Zhen Dingyuan didn't worry too much, swayed his body, and walked far away on the treetop. Zhen Lingqing blurted out: "Sure enough, someone..."

Tianfeng exhaled in mid-air and made a sound, and fell to the ground. The disabled man asked: "What did you see?" Tianfeng shook his head: "That person's movement is so fast, I can't catch up." The man in red with stumps turned ashen, bowed his head and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he said slowly: "The old man originally planned to leave the castle today, but now he has changed his mind. After forty-eight hours have elapsed since the elongated needle poison has spread, the disease will be incurable. If the masked man saves his life, he can come back to the stone house at Yin time tonight. The old man may be merciful and give him the antidote to Malan poison."

Zhao Ziyuan thought to himself: "Extremely merciful? Hmph, I'm afraid it has another effect." Gu Qianwu's complexion changed continuously, but he still kept his composure and did not let himself make a sound. The middle-aged servant Tianfeng pushed the disabled man away, Zhao Ziyuan suddenly remembered something, and said loudly from behind: "Dare to ask the old man—" The man with the stump didn't turn his head back and said, "Ask." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Since the old man can use Malan's poison, dare I ask, but it came from the green house in the water park?" Vagina of the man in red with the stump: "Little brother, you talk too much!" After asking and answering, the middle-aged servant Tianfeng had already pushed the wheelchair around the garden and walked up the corridor. Gu Qianwu cast a grateful glance at Zhao Ziyuan, then turned around and left.Zhen Lingqing waited for him to go far, then turned around and said to Zhao Ziyuan: "It seems that I underestimated you. You are quite a terrible character." Zhao Ziyuan shrugged his shoulders and said: "I only want to get along with others in harmony. I feel very sorry that the girl has such an idea." Zhen Lingqing snorted and said: "Don't be hypocritical, can't I guess what you're thinking?" Zhao Ziyuan was slightly stunned, he still had to pretend to be relaxed on the outside, and said: "Girl is the castle master's daughter, hehe, the ability to know people is naturally there." Zhen Lingqing said: "Are you deliberately trying to ridicule me?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Miss is overthinking, how dare I have such intentions." Zhen Lingqing changed the subject and said: "I don't understand why you want to protect Chief Gu?" Zhao Ziyuan raised his head and said: "Protect him? I am not related to Brother Gu, and neither is a reason. Is there any reason to protect him? Where does this really come from..." Zhen Lingqing's complexion darkened, as if he was about to have a seizure, but after thinking about it, he suddenly sighed quietly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You -- what secrets are buried in your heart, or what's on your mind, can you tell me the truth?..." As he spoke, a sincere look appeared on his face unconsciously. Zhao Ziyuan thought to himself: "Speaking of secrets, I was about to inquire about all the secrets in the castle, but you asked me first instead." Zhen Lingqing whispered again: "As long as you tell me the truth, I...I promise not to tell anyone..." Zhao Ziyuan heard that the other party did not seem to be lying, but did not have the slightest malice in his sincere tone, so he couldn't bear to stab her anymore, although he couldn't figure out why the other party suddenly changed from domineering to submissive, he couldn't help secretly Thinking: "Women are really strange, you can never figure out their emotional changes, aren't Wu Bingxin and Zhen Lingqing both like this?" Then he said: "Young lady is too suspicious, so why don't I be so worried?" What about the secret?" Zhen Lingqing suddenly felt a burst of anger attacking her heart, and her face flushed, but facing Zhao Ziyuan's slightly free and easy smile, she couldn't get it out for some reason, and finally she stomped her feet, walked around Zhao Ziyuan's side and walked away resentfully. Zhao Ziyuan stared at her back in a daze, and on the corridor, Zhen Dingyuan, the old man of Xuandu, walked towards him. Zhen Lingqing stepped forward and said, "Father, where have you been?" Zhen Dingyuan said: "In the Shuixuan room, what's the matter?" Zhen Lingqing said: "Daughter and Ah Wu are playing chess in the flower garden, unexpectedly someone hides in the tree and peeps, and Ah Wu..." Zhen Dingyuan snorted, and interrupted: "Is there such a thing? Did that person catch it?" Zhen Lingqing said: "I lost it..." The father and daughter talked and walked, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in an instant. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the garden was full of flowers, colorful, and whenever the breeze blew, the fragrance wafted with the wind. Zhao Ziyuan was in such a situation, unconsciously. Relaxed and happy, I put aside all my troubles for a while. In the silent night. The evening wind carried a desolate chill, humming and howling in the air, and the night was like fog, filling the entire space and swallowing the entire castle. It was time for Zhao Ziyuan to move again, he sneaked out from the upper room quietly, and lay down in the grass, as if waiting for something, the grass tip covered his cheek, which made him feel itchy and prickly. The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, occasionally interspersed with the occasional moan of mourning. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the path in front of him, Zhao Ziyuan held his breath, his eyes fixed on the place where the volume sound started, and he felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. Under the moonlight, a slender figure was projected on the ground, and then there was a sound of "sha...'sha", and the black shadow gradually moved towards the knee-length path of weeds. Zhao Ziyuan followed silently, but at this time the wind was rustling, and the man in front was only focused on walking quickly, so he never noticed him. The man went to a clearing, looked at the terrain for a moment, and said to himself: "Wrong, it's here." He walked along a big tree that was so thick that two people could hug each other, walked ten steps east, then turned five steps west, stopped and murmured: "But after half a year of service, the grass has grown so tall." Zhao Ziyuan stared at him, and under the faint moonlight, he could vaguely see that the man was tall and thin, half a hundred years old, wearing a Confucian robe. The old Confucian scholar bent down and pushed aside the chaotic grass, revealing a square stone slab. He looked around, held the iron ring on the slab with one hand and lifted it vigorously, and there was a hole underneath, the bottom of which was so black that he couldn't see it! The old Confucian scholar called down softly: "Old Wei, are you inside?" After a long while there was no response, the old Confucian scholar hurriedly called out: "Old Wei...Old Wei..." After a while, a hoarse voice came from below: "Cao Shiyuan! Is that you?" The old Confucian scholar lowered his voice and said: "I'm Shi Yuan, old Wei, God bless you are still alive." The hoarse voice below said: "I have experienced the torture surnamed Zhen. Don't worry, I, Wei, have been cast iron and brass in my life. I will definitely not die." The old Confucian scholar Cao Shiyuan said: "You, the lute bone on your shoulder is still locked by the steel chain?" The man below said: "I don't blame the vicious surname Zhen, I only blame our family for not living up to expectations. Even the pipa bone was picked through. See if I am ashamed or not? Hey! Hey!" At the end, he suddenly laughed hoarsely. The old Confucian scholar Cao Shiyuan remained silent, the man below stopped laughing and said again: "Why didn't Xi Fengxian come with me?" Cao Shiyuan said in a low voice: "Ask Manager Xi, he has already contacted Su Jifei, he came here once last night, but was discovered by the surname Zhen, so I will sneak into the castle tonight..." When Zhao Ziyuan heard the words, his heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: He mentioned two seniors, Xi Fengxian and Su Jifei, could it be that they are both from the same path? ... The person below gave an "hmm" and said: "Old Cao, what did you inquire about?" Cao Shiyuan lowered his voice and said: "I have a little eyebrow." The voice of the person below revealed uncontrollable tension: "Tell me!" Cao Shiyuan said: "According to the information I found, the person surnamed Xie is not dead!" The person below was startled and said: "Old Cao, you are spreading falsehoods again. When the surname Xie committed crimes in Cuihu and killed Sima Daoyuan and his family, the owner of the green house in Shuibo immediately hired two people surnamed Wu and Zhen to shoot and kill them. For Xie, just think about it, although Xie's sword skills are high, can he escape his life under the joint hands of Zhen Dingyuan and Wu Xiaoqiu?" Cao Shiyuan nodded and said: "That's right, apart from the mysterious masters in martial arts in the legend, only Zhen and Wu could kill Xie together." The person below said in a deep voice: "Is it true that the person surnamed Xie was not killed by Zhen and Wu? Let's not talk about it. As far as the four nobles of Lingwu are concerned, recently someone discovered that one of the four nobles, Taiyi, is like a dragon. After showing their faces, who dares to say that these seniors are not alive?" Having said that, his tone gradually became serious: "In the martial arts world, there must be geniuses every few decades, because the whereabouts of these few people are too mysterious, and no one has ever seen the level of their skills, so no one even knows what they look like. But knowing that there are so many mysterious unrivaled masters, it is their anecdotes, and the ones that come out are unique!" The man below said: "Old Cao, why don't you risk all kinds of dangers just to tell me these stories?" The old Confucian scholar Cao Shiyuan said: "Old Wei, I'm here to tell you something—" The person below asked in surprise: "News?" The old Confucian scholar Cao Shi said in a deep voice: "Director Xi plans to join forces with Shaolin, Wudang and Huashan sects in the near future to question Zhen Dingyuan and rescue Wei Wei with a camera. With the strength of a few of us, we won't worry about the public case of the past years being uncovered, and we can also help the deceased Zhao. The castle master will do his best..." A dejected voice came from inside the cave: "Unfortunately, it's too late Cao Shiyuan said: "Old Wei, are you able to say this? What is your pride in the past?" The man below said: "No, you are absolutely no match for that old fox Zhen Dingyuan, let alone my lute..." Cao Shiyuan scolded anxiously: "You son of a bitch, old Wei, why don't you be so useless?" A long sigh came from below, and Cao Shiyuan was about to persuade him, when he heard a cold voice not far from the left: "Good friend! Welcome to Fort Taizhao!" Cao Shiyuan heard that someone was sneaking close, but he didn't realize it at all. He couldn't help being stunned. He suddenly turned around, and saw Zhen Dingyuan, an old man in black satin, standing seven steps away! Zhen Dingyuan's eyes showed a murderous look, and said: "Is your surname Xi or Cao?" Cao Shiyuan took a breath and said: "Is the surname Xi and the surname Cao Your Excellency in charge?" Zhen Dingyuan snorted heavily, and said: "It seems that your surname is Cao, and there is a scar on Old Xi's forehead—" The two flashes of cold electricity shot out of his crystal eyes could not stop turning up and down on Cao Shichen's body, and continued: "Before the old man kills someone, as usual, he has to ask the other party's name, so he might as well inform Lord Yan Wang first..." Just as he was speaking, Cao Shiyuan made a sudden move with his big hand, and Cao Shiyuan immediately felt a strong and unsatisfactory palm force rushing towards him from all directions. Cao Shiyuan was nervous in his heart, he didn't dare to fight hard, he stepped back eagerly, Zhen Dingyuan smiled, rubbed his body and said: "If you can do ten tricks under the old man's hands, then let you go." With a change in his palm technique, a flying arrow pierced the palm of his heart, and he slapped the opponent's chest with a hurricane. Cao Shiyuan was horrified when he saw his fierce approach, so he could only dodge and swipe his five fingers with his right hand, and turned back. Hit towards Xuandu's old palm finger pulse gate. Zhen Dingyuan buckled his palms, and there was a screaming sound, as if a storm was approaching, the strength of his palms slowly approached Cao Shiyuan's chest—— Cao Shiyuan's beard and hair were all stretched out, showing the excitement in his heart. He put his palm on his chest and drew a semicircle. Besides, there was a "click", and a blood arrow was sprayed out from the mouth! Zhen Dingyuan's vagina: "You accept your fate!" The voice of "Old Wei" came from the cellar: "How is it? Old Cao." Cao Shiyuan raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, and said: "It's okay, this palm can't kill me." The man below said sharply: "Old Cao, you must hold on Zhen Dingyuan stepped forward, reached out with his left hand, and extended his own palm. Cao Shiyuan knew that he had to escape, but he couldn't escape. Zhao Ziyuan's hiding place was far away, so he couldn't see clearly the situation of the battle, he could only vaguely feel that the palms of the two were strong, and the surrounding grass was shaken all over the sky. He forced himself to hold back his uneasy heart, and at first wanted to sneak closer to find out what happened, but at this moment, suddenly a hand was placed on his swollen shoulder—— Zhao Ziyuan said in surprise: "Brother Gu! You..." Gu Qianwu hissed his lips with his finger, motioning him to keep quiet, and said in a low voice: "How long has Brother Zhao been here?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Not much time, how about you?" Gu Qianwu whispered; "Little brother? It's only now." He gently grabbed Zhao Ziyuan's sleeve and said: "Thanks to brother Zhao for saving me in the flower garden this morning, I'm still thankful." Zhao Ziyuan said lightly: "Small things are nothing to worry about." Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Little brother broke into the stone room last night, and you saw how he assassinated the man with the disabled limb?" Zhao Ziyuan nodded and said: "How is Brother Gu's poisonous injury?" Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Didn't the man with the disabled body say that the wounded have only forty-eight hours to live? Life and death are life and death. God doesn't want me to live anymore, so I have to admit it." Zhao Ziyuan saw that he only said one word, and then lightly described the major events of life and death. This is such a grand mind, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise from the open field, Cao Shiyuan was shaken back a few steps by the opponent's palm, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. Zhen Dingyuan said solemnly: "This is the seventh move, Mr. Cao, can you survive the third move!" Cao Shiyuan's complexion turned from blue to white, his chest heaved violently, and he was obviously powerless to fight any more. Zhao Ziyuan raised his head and looked over there, only to see the old man Xuandu stepping forward step by step, he wanted to take Cao Shiyuan's life so easily at this moment, he felt a cold sweat for Cao Shiyuan. Gu Qianwu beside him lowered his voice and said: "We have to find a way to save Senior Cao—" Zhao Ziyuan thought that this should be said by himself, but unexpectedly it came out of Gu Qianwu's mouth. Surprised, he said: "But...Brother Gu...Brother Gu, you are the leader of the silver team in this castle..." Gu Qianwu waved his hand and said: "I'll tell you the details later, saving people is the most important thing right now." He pondered for a moment, and continued: "A few days ago, I found a secret tunnel nearby, which even Lord Zhen didn't know about. Later, you and I will show up together. You will go east, while my younger brother will detour to the west. This direction is closer to Lord Zhen. He saw the two of us running in different directions, and after hesitating for a while, he would definitely chase after me—” Zhao Ziyuan said: "Then what?" Gu Qian Martial Arts: "As long as Castle Master Zhen hesitates so much, I have already hidden the secret passage. Even if the entire castle is searched, I will not be found." After a pause, he repeated: "Brother Zhao, would you like to help?" Zhao Ziyuan suddenly felt his blood surge, and said excitedly: "I'm about to ask Brother Gu the same thing." Gu Qianwu looked happy and said: "So? We're friends, aren't we?" As he said stretching out his right hand, Zhao Ziyuan was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant, so he stretched out his hand, and squeezed both hands tightly. The bold and unrestrained friendship that spread from the palm of the other party flowed into the hearts of the two of them like fine wine . Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Brother Zhao, get up—" He said hello, and the two rushed out of the grass at the same time. Gu Qianwu changed his voice and raised his voice: "Old bastard surnamed Zhen! If you have the guts, come with me!" In the sound of drinking, he shook his body and circled towards the west, at the same moment, Zhao Ziyuan also fled in another direction. Zhen Dingyuan was about to clean up Cao Shiyuan with one palm, when he saw two figures jumping up, he couldn't help but suffocate his palm, and shouted: "Which bastard?" During this pause, the two figures were divided into west and east, and they had swept away by Xunzhang. Gu Qianwu was afraid that Zhen Dingyuan would not get out and chase after him, so he yelled again: "Old man! Do you dare to follow?" What a scheming Zhen Dingyuan, he immediately realized that the other party clearly intended to draw him away, he turned his eyes, and suddenly made a decision, he jumped, instead of chasing Gu Qianwu who was shouting, he chased Zhao Ziyuan instead! After Zhen Dingyuan left, only Cao Shiyuan stood in a daze in the open field, staring in a daze at the figures of rabbits rising and falling in the dark night. The "Old Wei" in the cave below shouted: "Old Cao, when will you wait if you don't leave?" Cao Shiyuan didn't know that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he would never have a chance to escape. He cupped his hands in the cave and said painfully: "Old Wei cherishes it." He covered the stone slab, swept away, and disappeared into the vast night. Let's say that Zhao Ziyuan galloped with all his feet, came out three or four zhang away, and suddenly felt the wind behind him was loud, looked back in his busy schedule, and saw Zhen Dingyuan stalking behind him, this surprise was no small matter! He never dreamed that Zhen Dingyuan would chase after him, but he didn't know that this was the reason why the other party was so alert. Zhen Dingyuan's lightness kung fu is not scary, but when he saw him rising and falling at random, he immediately shortened the distance a lot, and said coldly: "Don't run away, friends in front, can't the old man catch up with you?" Because the night was dark, he hadn't recognized Zhao Ziyuan yet. Zhao Ziyuan ran wildly, suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure blocked his way. The man was about middle age, dressed as a scribe, looked at Zhao Ziyuan flying over and said coldly: "Why is the kid running wildly?" Zhao Ziyuan didn't have time to chat with him, he felt anxious, and stopped slightly, but Zhen Dingyuan behind him didn't hesitate at all, and his figure rushed up like lightning. The middle-aged scribe suddenly realized something and let out a "hmm", he lifted himself up without knowing what to do, leaped over Zhao Ziyuan's head, and took a few steps in the air, without any delay in raising his breath. Then it was five feet away... Zhao Ziyuan had seen this kind of kung fu lightly and vertically before, he was so surprised that he almost lost his mind and shouted.The middle-aged scribe stopped Zhen Dingyuan from far away, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency can stop!" Zhen Dingyuan saw that he could catch the man in front of him, but who would have guessed that he would not be as good as the sky, he killed another Cheng Yaojin to block him halfway, he felt a burst of rage at the moment, he swung his palm and slashed at the opponent's middle. The middle-aged scribe waved his hand casually, and immediately dispelled Zhen Dingyuan's palm. His every move and every move seemed to contain shocking and profound skills. Zhen Dingyuan is a generation of martial arts masters, how could he not see it, and a blow would be ineffective After that, he no longer strikes rashly. He kept thinking about the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, suddenly thousands of names flashed across his mind, but none of them had the possibility, and said immediately: "Who is your honor?" The middle-aged scribe said: "The old man wants to ask you something—" He is not too old, judging from his appearance, he will not exceed forty at most, but he keeps calling himself "Old Man", which is quite harsh.Zhen Dingyuan was stunned and said: "But it's okay to say." The middle-aged scribe said one word at a time: "The old man wants to inquire about a broken sword with a gold sun engraved on it—" Before he finished speaking, Zhen Dingyuan was startled, and said: "What does the honorable driver refer to? The old man doesn't understand at all." The middle-aged scribe said: "In this case, the old man has to search for it by himself." With his footsteps, he had already moved several feet away in a blink of an eye, and he could only see a blur of gray in the haze. The ailment of his body and the strangeness of his steps were simply unbelievable! Zhen Dingyuan laughed and said: "Your Excellency is too arrogant. How can Taizhaobao allow you to come and leave as soon as you say?" With the sound of "huh", he also jumped up to catch up. The voice of the middle-aged scribe came from a distance: "Who said the old man is leaving?" The bright spot of the voice was already ten feet away, Zhen Dingyuan lifted his body forward, his figure flashed past like a ghost, that speed, compared to the middle-aged scribes, he seemed to be far behind! Zhao Ziyuan standing in the distance was just dumbfounded, if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, how could he believe that there is such a movement in the world. It took him a while before he suddenly thought that he should leave, otherwise, if Zhen Dingyuan turned back halfway, he would not only have to expose his identity, but he might even be killed. However, just as Zhao Ziyuan was about to walk, his eyes occasionally turned backwards, and he suddenly saw that the middle-aged scribe had folded back at some point and was standing less than three feet behind his shoulders, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself : "This person lied behind his back, and he didn't even have a breath. It's ridiculous that I didn't realize it. If the other party wanted to kill me, wouldn't this life be lost for nothing?..." The middle-aged scribe stared at Zhao Ziyuan without moving his eyes, and remained silent. Zhao Ziyuan felt hairy in his heart, and said: "Why did you go and come back?" The middle-aged scribes were displeased; "How old are you, boy, can't you even call out old man in front of this old man?" Zhao Zi was going to ask back: "How old are you? Can you be regarded as the word 'old'?" But he has a deep nature, so he immediately endured it, and bowed to the middle-aged scribe, saying: "Thank you, old man!" The grace of the seniors to save each other." The middle-aged scribe looked pale and said: "That's more plausible. But the old man didn't intend to save you, so there's no need to say the word 'thank you'." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Xiao Ke doesn't take it seriously. There is a saying that when a man receives the kindness of a drop of water, he should repay it with a spring. Although the old man has no intention of showing kindness, he has the reality of giving kindness. In the future..." Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged scribe interrupted impatiently: "Don't be confused anymore. I've heard a lot of old sayings and proverbs. It's completely nonsense. It seems that you are a bit pedantic." He thought for a while and replied: "But your appearance is not as pedantic and annoying as your speech. It is also fate that we meet. My old man can give you some advice." After saying that, he walked more than ten steps within a radius of Xunzhang, his body was like catkins blowing in the slanting wind, Zhao Ziyuan was dazzled and couldn't tell where his body was swinging—— "Woo, woo..." A sudden phoenix turned around, and the middle-aged scholar jumped up and walked away. Zhao Ziyuan was overly surprised, but calmed down, and leaned over to see that there were dozens of messy footprints on the ground nearby that was more than steel and stone. Those footprints seem to be chaotic, but actually contain mysterious changes, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't figure it out for a while, and could only temporarily memorize the steps in his heart. On the way back, he couldn't help asking: "Who is this person? His martial arts are so high that even Lord Zhen can't do anything about it." Zhao Ziyuan searched all over, but still couldn't think of such a person that his master had mentioned. When he returned to the upper room full of doubts, he suddenly encountered another strange thing. Pushing open the door, a slender figure caught his eyes immediately, it was Wu Bingxin with a beautiful face but a cold expression!Zhao Ziyuan's heart was shocked, and he blurted out: "Miss Wu...it's you..." Wu Bingxin cut water with both pupils, turned up and down on Zhao Ziyuan's body, while pulling out the horsewhip from the side of his waist, and slowly circled it into a hanging knot.