Chapter 16 Chapter Fifteen

The white-robed man said coldly: "Young man, your finger strength has only learned 50% of the fire, and it is not enough to kill people invisibly..." Xie Chaoxing chatted for a while, but couldn't say a word. Wu Xiaoqiu lowered his voice and said: "Dare to ask your honorable name?" The white robe said: "The old man's surname is Sima, and the cursive character is Daoyuan. If you think about it, you must be familiar with it." Wu Xiaoqiu's expression changed, and he said: "It's a pleasure to meet you." Then, he cupped his hands and bowed to the white-robed man "Sima Daoyuan".

"Sima Daoyuan" cupped his hands in return, and said, "You're welcome." The palms of the clasped hands turned outward intentionally or unintentionally, the bodies of the two swayed at the same time, with a "kick", Wu Xiaoqiu leaned back and took half a step away. Seeing that the feet of "Sima Daoyuan" also sank into the ground to a depth of two inches, Wu Xiaoqiu's thoughts turned and he blurted out: "So—so it was you?..." "Sima Daoyuan" laughed, and said: "Autumn is cold and the wind crosses the river, the hero breaks the sword and the emerald lake waves."

When Wu Xiaoqiu heard this, his body trembled abruptly, and he pointed to "Sima Daoyuan" and said in a deep voice: "Mountains don't turn around, you and I will meet again in the future!" With a wave of his hand, Xie Chaoxing turned around and pushed the door away. Zhao Ziyuan was startled and said to himself: "The mighty Wu Xiaoqiu is startled away by two lines of poems that don't make sense. What's going on?..." His heart was beating wildly, unknowingly the bottom of his foot touched the wooden box, making a little noise, that "Sima Daoyuan" turned around abruptly, and said: "The friend behind the wooden box, please come out?"

Zhao Ziyuan knew that the other party had heard the sound made by his carelessness, so he had to stand up and walk out of the hiding place. "Sima Daoyuan" was a little surprised, and said: "Brother, is it you?" Zhao Ziyuan said with a wry smile: "This is the third time we have met, the last time I remember was at the mansion of Shiziqiang Maichai, when your Excellency Now, he scared away Zhen Dingyuan, whom everyone feared, and the situation is completely the same as today's situation, it seems that Your Excellency's ability is really not small." "Sima Daoyuan" changed the subject and said, "Brother, can you please explain why you are hiding inside?"

Zhao Ziyuan said: "To make a long story short, Xiao Ke came here unexpectedly, just in time for Wu's murder and then returned. I know that I am definitely not his opponent, so I hide." "Sima Daoyuan" glanced at Cao Shiyuan, who was lying stiff, and said, "The deceased was a subordinate of Zhao Feixing, the former Lord of Taizhao Castle. His name was Cao Shiyuan. Do you know why he was killed?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Does your Excellency know this person? Senior Cao may have killed himself for a yellow silk booklet..." "Sima Daoyuan" thought for a while, stretched out his arms and slowly took out a thread-bound booklet made of Huang Jun leather, waved it in front of Zhao Ziyuan, and said, "The booklet of Huang Jun?...Don't it just be this booklet?... ..."

Zhao Ziyuan was stunned, and blurted out: "It... how could it be on your body?" "Sima Daoyuan" didn't answer, but murmured to himself: "I've flipped through the booklet countless times, and there's nothing in it. It's weird, what use does the surname Wu want it for?" Zhao Ziyuan thought to himself: "Since the Huang Xian booklet was not on Senior Cao, it would be a great injustice for him to die!" Thinking of this, I can't help feeling sad for Cao Shiyuan secretly. "Sima Daoyuan" said: "If my little brother has nothing else to do, the old man is leaving."

Zhao Ziyuan nodded sadly, watching "Sima Daoyuan" walk to the door step by step, and walked out of the house, at this moment, he had a feeling of groggy in his mind, he couldn't think of the reason for the series of changes that happened just now . After a while, he gradually came to his senses, moved Cao Shiyuan's body to the front of the house, dug a long pit with a weapon and buried it. It was getting late, Zhao Ziyuan had already stayed in the thatched hut for half a day, he thought to himself that he could not stay any longer, so he found out the direction and headed westward.

After walking for nearly an hour, Xing'er had quietly risen to the horizon, blinking and smiling at Zhao Ziyuan, he raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and stopped to rest for a while. When he was walking again, suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps in his ears, and when he looked around, he saw two figures at the other end of the path moving quickly towards this side. He naturally relaxed his footsteps, and when the two people in front approached, Zhao Ziyuan saw that they were dressed differently, he couldn't help but trembled in his chest, and thought to himself: "Look at the clothes of these two people, they are definitely not from the Middle Earth. Could it be that they also came from outside the Great Wall?..."

The two came closer, but the one on the right said: "In the past few days, the wind along the road has been very tight, Nuantu, do you know some clues?" "Nuantu" walking on the left side said: "I heard that Khan has assembled a heavy army at Panshan Post. Once Zhang Juzheng died, he will cross the Daling River and attack Liaozuo. By then, the Central Plains will be in the pocket of Guangzhao Ziyuan." Hearing the word "Tuman", I became even more suspicious. Since the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the Tuman has been the biggest foreign aggression of the dynasty. Shocked by it. During the Wanli period, the local barbarian forces became more rampant, and the frontiers were in danger, but now there are local barbarian Khan's subordinates appearing in the middle land, no wonder Zhao Ziyuan was shocked.

The two people walked and talked, because Zhao Ziyuan was walking on a low-lying path, so he could not be noticed by the other party, the person on the right continued: "Just wait for Zhang Juzheng to die, hehe, the military affairs can be launched." The "Nuantu" on the left said: "I just don't understand why our Khan is so afraid of a bad old man and must get rid of him? Although Zhang Juzheng is the chief assistant of the Ming court, once the Ming Dynasty falls into the hands of his clan , Isn’t the dignified Zhang Shoufu a prisoner of our rank?” The person on the right sneered and said: "That's not how you say it, Nuantu, you can't understand the pros and cons, and I'm too lazy to talk to you..."

The warm rabbit said: "But how does Khan plan to get rid of this thorn in his side?" The person on the right whispered: "This is a big secret, you must never reveal it—" The Nuantu said: "Don't worry, how can you not trust our buddies?" The person on the right lowered his voice and whispered a few words into Nuantu's ear, because the distance between the two sides was very far, and the person's voice was very vague, Zhao Ziyuan didn't even hear a word. Nuantu whispered: "Buy and hire a professional swordsman?... Hehe, this plan is great!..." The person on the right said: "Now there is only the Central Plains Wulin issue, which is the most important issue that cannot be ignored." Nuantu said: "Central Plains martial arts? Let's find an insider to discuss how to deal with it, and that Di Yifei..." He hesitated to speak, but the person on the right said: "Forget it, just act according to this, it's getting dark, we have to hurry on our way." Zhao Ziyuan had a thought, and thought to himself: "I have heard for a long time that Zhang Juzheng was a lonely and loyal prime minister in the court. It is precisely because he can comprehensively verify his name and facts in the court and prepare for the defense that the four barbarians dare not look at him. My frontier generals can only be controlled by Zhang Daofu at the top, from the tone of these two barbarians, could it be that the barbarians' desire to plot is not conducive to Zhang Shoufu?" Seeing that the two of them were about to go far away, he felt a strange impulse to rush forward. He jumped out and shouted at their backs: "Turn around and see, who is here?" The two Tartars turned around at the same time when they heard the sound, and saw a strange young man standing in front of them, they were stunned for a moment. That Nuantu looked at Zhao Ziyuan and said solemnly, "Are you calling us?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Could it be possible that there is a third party here? Isn't this asking knowingly?" Nuantu rolled her eyes and said, "Since that's the case, what's the point?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "I just want to ask you one thing——" The person on the right asked impatiently, "What are you asking?" Zhao Ziyuan said word by word: "Besides the two of you, how many other people did Tuman Khan send to sneak into the center to make trouble?" In an instant, the expressions of the two changed drastically. The person on the right sneered and said, "Boy, you were hiding under the mound just now, right? Did you hear what we said?" Zhao Ziyuan said proudly: "I'm wrong, I heard it, what are you doing?" The two Tartars exchanged winks, and the warm rabbit said: "Hehe, what do you think we should do, baked rabbit? I'm waiting for an answer." The roast rabbit sneered, and said: "This is my answer!" His eyes shot brightly, before he finished speaking, he suddenly bowed his left palm outward, like a tiger coming out of a hole, aiming at Zhao Ziyuan with a blow And down. Zhao Ziyuan had already expected such a move from the other party, and only then did Xuantu slap out, his feet were wrongly marked, and his figure immediately moved to the right. The Rabbit's palm was not yet solid, and suddenly moved in a direction in mid-air, and hit Zhao Ziyuan's lower abdomen like a shadow, there was only a sharp "woo", and the force of his palm actually brought out a scream, Zhao Ziyuan's body was still five steps away, and the zhenqi from the opponent's palm had already rushed to him! The martial arts skills of the other party were indeed greater than what Zhao Ziyuan had expected, he was surprised, he stepped back hastily, and at the same time stretched out his hand to seal it. He was concentrating on dealing with the attack of the roasted rabbit, when he suddenly felt the roar behind him, Zhao Ziyuan didn't even look at it, he knew that it was another Nuantu who was attacking him back and forth, the strength of the palm seemed to be more in the roasting above the rabbit— In a hurry, he made a block inward when left, and his inner strength suddenly exploded. After the bang, a strong gust of wind scattered in all directions, thump, thump, thump, Zhao Ziyuan was affected by the strong internal force, his footing was unstable and he staggered back a few steps. Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit moved forward from the right side respectively, with four palms out together, Zhao Ziyuan knew that he was on the line of life and death, he had no room for hesitation, he gritted his teeth, and pushed out with both palms. All of a sudden, there was a sound of "get" and "get" hooves coming from the road in the distance. Roast Rabbit and Nuan Rabbit shivered and withdrew their palms. Nuan Rabbit shouted: "Someone is coming, let's go!" After speaking, the two jumped up one after another, one after the other, fled away at an astonishing speed, and disappeared in an instant. Zhao Ziyuan was greatly astonished, he couldn't understand why those two Tartars retreated hastily?Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of hooves behind him was already loud, looking back, one person and one rider came galloping, and in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived behind Zhao Ziyuan. Zhao Ziyuan glanced at the knight on the horse, and blurted out, "Mai Cross Spear! Senior Mai!" The man on the horse was the Jinling Cross Spear Mai Chai who had just escaped from Zhen Dingyuan's sword. At this moment, he was galloping on horseback, holding the famous seven-foot-long Cross Spear in his hand, with a murderous look on his face, Zhao Ziyuan saw His expression was terrifying, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. When he was about to turn around, the horse Xixing let out a long hiss, and suddenly slanted toward the place where Zhao Ziyuan was standing, and Mai Chai shouted sharply: "Boy surnamed Zhao! Look at the gun——" The cross gun in his hand swallowed and spat, and pointed directly at Zhao Ziyuan's heart. Zhao Ziyuan never dreamed that the other party would suddenly attack him. Seeing that the muzzle of the gun was about to hit him, he roared instinctively. With a slanting attack, he moved to the left and jumped. Mai Chai concentrated all his energy on the cross spear, this "Flying Rider Slash" is one of the unique skills in his life, his opponent can easily escape from the spear, but seeing his long spear relaxed, he didn't know what to do, and suddenly Zhao Ziyuan raised his arms against the momentum—— Where the gun point passed, blood splattered, and Zhao Ziyuan fell to the ground on his back! Mai Chao reined in the bridle, glanced over Zhao Ziyuan's body, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Hey, the old man's 'Flying Rider Kill' has always been successful with one shot, and there is no exception against you. Hehe, just one shot is enough to kill you." He continued with a smirk on his face, "It's just my fault for your bad luck, kid. I was killed here by the old man for no apparent reason. After reaching the gate of hell, I had no choice but to pretend to be a dead ghost. Hey! Hey!" Mai Chai muttered to himself, pinching the horse's belly, as if galloping away. As the flying dust dissipated, the shadow of the rider faded away, and the sound of hooves was silent, Zhao Ziyuan, who was lying on the ground with blood bubbling from his chest, suddenly jumped up—he didn't even kill him under the "flying horse beheading" of the Mai Cross Spear. "Die! Zhao Ziyuan bowed his head and looked at himself, seeing that his chest and clothes had been stained red with blood, he reluctantly took out the wound medicine from his bosom and applied it, and continued on his way. On the way, he couldn't help the suspicion in his heart, and thought secretly: "Why did Mai Chui kill me for no reason? Did he notice that I planted a command arrow in the tree trunk of Maifu? But just for this reason, it doesn't seem to make him want to kill, can it be said Is there any conspiracy in it?" He walked while thinking wildly, shook his head and said in a low voice: "If I hadn't seen the opportunity early, when the opponent's cross spear touched his skin, I immediately took advantage of the opportunity to lie down and pretend to be dead, and Mai Kai was so confident that he didn't get off the horse to take a closer look, otherwise I might not be able to get rid of him so easily... " Zhao Ziyuan looked at the dots of blood stained on his clothes and let out a long breath.At this time, the night had completely shrouded, the moon passed through the flowing clouds, and the ground was covered with silver rippling brilliance. Zhao Ziyuan was walking like flying, when he suddenly heard someone talking behind him, his footsteps slowed down naturally, and subconsciously glanced back, two figures appeared on the road behind, but he felt that the two figures were very unfamiliar, so he should pay more attention , continue on the road with strides. The speed of the two people was very fast, and they had caught up with Zhao Ziyuan in an instant, and vaguely heard the conversation between the two, one of them said in a deep voice: "Old Hai, this time you and I have come from the southwest eagerly, if you still get nothing, then you will be laughing your ass off." Another hoarse voice said: "You don't have to worry about gains and losses, just do what I say and keep it..." The voice was interrupted suddenly, and the person who dared to feel had already noticed that besides them, there was a strange pedestrian not far in front of him. When the two sides passed by side by side, Zhao Ziyuan stared at the two of them, and saw that the one on the right was a fat man with a swollen figure and a fat face, and the other was a thinner but bald man with distorted features on his face, and his countenance was particularly special. It's frustrating to learn. What was particularly eye-catching was that the two men were carrying two large black wooden boxes with strange shapes on their shoulders. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help but take a second look at them. The black wooden box was heavy on the shoulders of the two, and they didn't know what was inside. A natural keen feeling made Zhao Ziyuan secretly wary. After the two passed Zhao Ziyuan, the short bald man suddenly stopped and turned his head; his eyes were fixed on Zhao Ziyuan without blinking. After a while the bald man opened his mouth: "This little brother invited." Zhao Ziyuan was taken aback, clasped his fists and said: "What advice do you have?" The bald man still kept his eyes on Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Little brother's chest is covered with blood, presumably he committed a murder just now?" Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a while, and said: "Does it look like you just killed someone? Your Excellency will be joking." The bald man said: "Killing is not such a big deal, why are you so eager to deny it? Like our old bald man, hey, if you don't kill someone in one day out of 365 days in a year, your hands will itch." Zhao Ziyuan smiled and said nothing, the bald man opened his strange eyes and said: "Don't you believe it, boy?" Zhao Ziyuan said slowly: "Let's say you kill one person a day. Even if you have the ability, you will die of exhaustion even if you are tired." The bald man jumped into a rage and said: "You don't want to believe it after all, heh heh, I'll see the same thing as you, and it will open your eyes as a frog at the bottom of the well." Zhao Ziyuan secretly laughed, and thought that although this person's words are shocking, but his temper is as violent as a child, I don't know where he came from? The bald man placed two black wooden boxes on the ground on his shoulders, and was about to lift the lids with his hands, when the tall fat man who stood sideways said at the right time: "Old bald, you can't hold your breath anymore!" The bald man stopped when he heard the sound, and said: "This kid doesn't know the heights of the sky, Mr. Hai, don't you think you should teach him a lesson?" That fat man "Hai Lao" said: "The junior is ignorant, how can you be as knowledgeable as him?" The bald man glared at Zhao Ziyuan, and resentfully said: "If it wasn't for Mr. Hai, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal today, kid, so you'd be walking away!" Zhao Ziyuan was full of curiosity about the four black wooden boxes, and he couldn't help feeling disappointed when he saw that the bald man was about to take off the lid, but stopped because of Pang Hai's old words. The "Hai Lao" said to Zhao Ziyuan: "My friend is cynical. Although he talks about murder, he is actually talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart." Zhao Ziyuan thought: "The bald man has a rough temper, his emotions and anger are on the surface, and he doesn't seem to have much scheming, but 'Hai Lao' is not simple. It seems that he is much deeper and more sinister than the bald man." He secretly became wary of "Hai Lao", on the surface he still pretended to be complacent and said: "Maybe, what's in the box..." "Hai Lao" interrupted: "Brother, dare you become interested in the contents of the box?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Everyone has a sense of curiosity, no exception, can you lift the lid of the box and have a look—" "Hai Lao" complexion changed slightly, and he returned to normal in an instant, saying: "The wooden box is nothing more than some odds and ends of the old man's belongings. It is natural for me to take a look at it, but it will take a long time. The old man has a long way to go, but I can't go on with the mushrooms, little brother." Brother, let's leave now..." Zhao Ziyuan was full of doubts, and wanted to open the box to see what happened, but since the other party refused politely, he had no reason to insist, not to mention that the two of them were unpredictable, and he couldn't act recklessly. Let them both pass. The "Hai Lao" and the bald man were carrying the heavy wooden box, and they were talking about it. Zhao Ziyuan thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. When he looked up again, the other party had disappeared. He looked up at the stars and moon in the autumn night, and said silently: "Didn't Brother Gu Qianwu and Gu ask me to meet at Guangling Temple in Zhenbei tonight? The time is coming, so I might as well just rush to the appointment." With the mind set, he no longer lingered, and after identifying the direction, he immediately stretched out his body and went straight away. The Guangling Temple shrouded in night looked strangely cold and peaceful. Zhao Ziyuan wandered back and forth outside the temple twice before knocking on the door. After a while, there was a sound of footsteps in the temple, and with a "squeak", the door opened slowly, and an old monk in a yellow cassock stood in front of the door.Zhao Ziyuan cupped his hands at the old monk and said, "Excuse me, Master..." The old hater in yellow interrupted: "The benefactor's surname is Zhao?" Zhao Ziyuan was surprised and said: "Xiao Ke is Zhao Ziyuan, how did Master know?" The old monk in yellow was about to answer when he suddenly heard a strange noise in front of the temple, and two people came one behind the other. Zhao Ziyuan looked up, his heart was shocked, one bald and one fat came, it was the "Hai Lao" and the bald man he met on the road just now. Those two people glanced at each other and saw Zhao Ziyuan, both of them were in a daze, the bald man winked and said loudly: "Boy, we met again." Zhao Ziyuan was full of doubts and thought: "These two people were clearly walking ahead of me. Why did I arrive before them even after being delayed for a while? Could it be that the two of them turned to another fork in the road?" Seeing that the four black wooden boxes were still carried on their shoulders, Zhao Ziyuan had a vague premonition that the things in the boxes must be very strange, but he couldn't figure out what those things were. The fat "Hai Lao" said to the old monk in yellow: "Master, it's convenient, we missed Sutou on our way, can we borrow your monastery to stay?" The old monk in yellow was indecisive, and said: "This..." "Old Hai" added: "The monks are compassionate. Could it be that the master is not even willing to agree to such trivial matters?" The old monk in yellow uttered the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, the donor's words are serious." That bald Yu had the most irritable temper, and couldn't hold back and said: "Monk, do you agree or not, as long as you say 'no', my brother will clap your hands and leave immediately, but, hehe, I'm afraid this Guangling Temple will be restless in the future...!" The old monk in yellow raised his eyebrows and said: "Is the benefactor trying to scare me?" The bald man hummed silently, "Elder Hai" quickly winked at him, and said: "The old bald has nothing to say, and I hope the master will forgive me." The old monk in yellow thought for a while and said: "Okay, the old monk will try his best to make it as convenient as possible for the benefactor, and please wait a moment." After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands together, and within a short while, a little novice monk slowly stepped out from the inner hall. The old monk in yellow said: "Jie Chen, take this benefactor Zhao to settle down in the inner room of the side hall—" Zhao Ziyuan said to Ai: "But Xiao Ke is not here..." The old monk in yellow waved his hand and interrupted: "This old man is fully aware that Gu Qianwu and Gu benefactor have been waiting for you in the inner room for a long time." Zhao Ziyuan let out a "hmm", and had no time to think about the relationship between Gu Qianwu and the yellow-clothed old monk in front of him?Why did he invite himself to meet at Guangling Temple again?The little monk stretched out his hand and said falsely: "This way please——" Zhao Ziyuan was full of anxiety, followed the little novice, walked through the hall, and vaguely heard the bald man behind him saying angrily: "Monk, you have settled that kid properly, why don't you leave us?" The old monk in yellow said: "Don't be impatient, benefactor, old monk..." The following words are now indistinct. The little novice led Zhao Ziyuan through the corridor. In front of him was a courtyard, and on the right were five meditation rooms. The little novice walked to the last Renzu, and said: "Benefactor Gu is in this room, please come in, honored guests." Zhao Ziyuan nodded in thanks, and the little novice turned and left.A familiar voice came from the room: "Brother Zhao, are you here?" Zhao Yuyuan pushed the door open and went in, and saw Gu Qianwu sitting on a sandalwood chair against the wall, holding a book in his hand and reading, he chanted leisurely: "White poplars fall early, cold grass fades before. Lingling frost, rustling majesty. The solitary canopy vibrates by itself, and the sand flies by itself. The sounds of the wild are endless, and the clusters are thin and dependent on each other..." Hearing this, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Brother Zhao, what do you think of this sentence? 'The shrubs are boundless and boundless, and the bushes are thin and dense.' A few words outline the bleak scene of the vastness of the wilderness and the boundless desert, which makes people feel like they are in Hu Feng's edge. In the midst of it, I feel lonely and lonely..." Zhao Ziyuan smiled slightly and said: "Bao Zhao's Wucheng Fu is definitely a masterpiece of the ages, but brother Tai has a deep understanding of the feelings in the text, and the chanting is as if he has personally experienced the scene, so I love it." When Gu Qianwu heard him say the name of the prose, it was obvious that he had a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, and he couldn't help being secretly impressed, and immediately humbled himself.Zhao Ziyuan said: "Brother Gu, about your poisonous injury..." Gu Qianwu smiled and said: "Thank you Brother Zhao for your concern. Didn't the stumped man in the green house in the water park once say that the golden needle of Malan's poison in the younger brother's body has only forty-eight hours to live? Haha, maybe my time has not yet come, and Lord Yama has not yet. Ready to take my little brother's life away—” Zhao Ziyuan said in surprise: "What? The threatening words of people with disabled limbs are false?" Gu Qianwu shook his head and said: "To tell you the truth, brother, the toxin in my body has been removed." Zhao Ziyuan was even more surprised, and said: "But the poison of Malan, isn't there an antidote only for people with disabled limbs?" Gu Qian Martial Arts: "That's not necessarily the case. I met an expert in Taizhao Castle. He saw the faint purple-black color on my face for the first time. He deduced that I had been poisoned by Malan, so he let me take it." I took two lotus seed-like pills, heh, those pills are amazingly effective, after taking them, I broke out in hot sweat three times in a row, and all the toxins in my body were immediately dissolved, haha, shouldn’t my little brother deserve to die?” Zhao Ziyuan could only hear it with mixed beliefs, but when he saw Gu Qianwu's sincere face, he said in a serious manner, but he couldn't believe it, and said: "I just don't know who the expert Brother Gu met in the castle?" Gu Qian Martial Arts: "The man is dressed in the attire of a scribe, and he is in the middle age, but he refuses to show his name." Zhao Ziyuan's heart was shocked, and he blurted out: "Middle-aged scribe?... Dare to love him?..." He thought about it and asked: "The middle-aged scribe is not very old, but he keeps calling himself an old man, and he often shows an old-fashioned appearance when he speaks and asks. Is the behavior and words of the people that Brother Gu meets are the same as the younger brother described?" Gu Qianwu wondered: "Exactly, Brother Zhao knows this expert?" Zhao Ziyuan nodded heavily and said: "My younger brother also met this person in Taizhao Castle. He taught him a set of light kung fu and body skills. Later, he used it unintentionally. Zhen Dingyuan accused him of being the Da Yi Mi Zongbu of the Da Yi Jue among the four spirit martial arts masters!" Gu Qianwu was so astonished that he couldn't speak, he continued to whisper: "Wonderful... Wonderful..." Just in the middle of the room, I suddenly heard the door of the next room creaking, as if it was opened by someone, and the vigorous voice of the old monk in yellow came into my ears: "There is no room for visitors to live in the Shanyehou Temple. The two benefactors can only be wronged for a night in this small room." The bald man said in a violent voice: "Monk, stop talking, go, go, don't bother us in the middle of the night if you have nothing to do." The voice of the old monk in yellow said: "Would you like me to help you, bring these four black wooden boxes into the room." The bald man said in a hasty voice: "No, no, monk, don't do it casually, let's do it ourselves—" The old monk in yellow said: "So, the old monk is retiring." The sound of footsteps lit up, and the sound of moving wooden boxes interspersed. Zhao Ziyuan thought silently: "'Hai Lao' and the bald man have gone to live in the room next to each other. Unexpectedly, the abbot monk will allow them to stay in the temple..." Before he could stop thinking, the old monk in yellow came to Gu Qianwu's room from the next door, and Gu and Zhao hurriedly got up to greet him. The old monk in yellow said: "Excuse me for disturbing you, little benefactor, hasn't gone to bed yet?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Master, what's the matter?" The old monk in yellow said seriously in a low voice: "I must ask one thing clearly: the two benefactors who came with you successively, the fat and the bald, are the friends of the little benefactor?" Zhao Ziyuan shook his head violently: "On the way here, Xiao Ke met the two of them face to face. Xiao Ke didn't even know their identities, so there was no way they could be friends." The old monk in yellow said: "According to this, the little benefactor doesn't know who they are?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Exactly, why did Master pursue this?" The old monk in yellow groaned and did not answer, his eyes flashed suddenly, he stared at Zhao Ziyuan's face for a long time, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking in his heart. Zhao Ziyuan was startled suddenly, he thought that from the divine light in the eyes of the old monk in yellow, the other party's high power has clearly reached the point of keeping a low profile, how can such an eminent monk with peerless power come from such a remote place? The old monk in yellow said: "Little benefactor, come over here." Zhao Ziyuan wondered secretly, can't guess what kind of medicine the old monk in yellow is selling in the gourd?But he still followed the other party's instructions and stepped forward. He didn't stop, the old monk in yellow suddenly raised his sleeves, a strong wind came out, and lightning rushed towards Zhao Ziyuan! Zhao Ziyuan exclaimed: "Master? You...you..." All of a sudden, the sleeve wind was already pressing on his body, and there was a sharp pain of a weapon piercing his skin amidst the strength. Zhao Ziyuan was shocked, turned around in a hurry, and then flashed to the left. With the sound of "swish", the strong wind whizzed across Zhao Ziyuan's chest and abdomen, and there was no time to dodge it. Zhao Ziyuan was shocked and was about to speak when the monk in yellow suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his right palm violently, Take it to Zhao Ziyuan's five major acupoints. His skill is unbelievable, Zhao Ziyuan wanted to avoid it, but he felt numb, and was firmly held by the five fingers of the yellow monk! Zhao Ziyuan was anxious and angry, and said: "Master, how can you add martial arts?" The monk in yellow said in a deep voice: "Benefactor, what is your origin? Is your surname Xie?" Zhao Ziyuan was stunned again, Fang wanted to speak back, but Gu Qianwu who was standing beside him rushed to say: "This junior, my friend is Zhao Ziyuan. I have already mentioned it to you beforehand. What's the matter with you, Master Yimeng?" The yellow-clothed old monk Yimeng thought sideways for a long time, then suddenly let go of the palm finger holding the opponent's time pulse, and said: "I'm too hasty and reckless, I hope the benefactor will forgive me." As he spoke, he turned around and left regardless of Zhao Ziyuan's reaction. Zhao Ziyuan stared at the back of the old monk in yellow for a long time, then said: "Who is this master? After thinking about the situation, he obviously misunderstood me." Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Yimeng was one of my late father's old friends. I decided to leave Taizhaobao two days ago, but I was chased by the silver team under Lord Zhen, so I had to go to Guangling Temple, the abbot of Yimeng, to escape for a while. To avoid the limelight, I happened to meet Brother Zhao yesterday on the way to escape, so I invite you to meet here." Zhao Ziyuan said: "No wonder Brother Zhao was in such a hurry at the time, but since Brother Zhao is the leader of the Taizhaobao Silver Clothes Team, why did he decide to leave there?" Gu Qianwu wanted to speak but stopped: "It's a long story, let's talk about it with Brother Zhao later." Zhao Ziyuan thought: "Perhaps Brother Zhao is the same as me, and he also has something difficult to say, so why should I force others to make things difficult." Then he laughed it off and moved the topic to another place. Gu Qianwu glanced at Zhao Ziyuan's face inadvertently, and found that his skin was faintly purple-black, interspersed with red spots, and he lost his voice in surprise: "Brother Zhao, you—you have also been poisoned by Malan?..." Zhao Ziyuan was reminded by him, and said with a wry smile: "Little brother was forced to take poison pills in the castle, and he will only be under the control of others forever." Presently telling the truth of the experiences of the past few days, remembering that I will be a slave for the rest of my life, being driven and slaughtered by others, I don't feel depressed. After Gu Qianwu heard this, suddenly there was something strange in his crystal pupils, and he said: "Don't worry, brother Zhao's poison is not hopeless, let you and I also fight with that surnamed Zhen and the disabled man—" Zhao Ziyuan was staring at himself, when Gu Qianwu reached out his hand and took out two black pills that looked like lotus seeds from the bag, shining brightly in the dim yellow candlelight, and said: "The antidote to Malan poison given by the middle-aged scholar that day, I still have two left with me. I didn't expect it to come in handy. Brother Zhao, please open your mouth." Although Zhao Ziyuan couldn't believe it in every possible way, he only heard what he said for sure. He felt selfishly that there was no chance of life in Weishi, so he opened his mouth according to his words. Gu Qianwu flicked his fingers, and two black nines shot out. A burst of fragrance. Gu Qianwu said anxiously: "Swallow, swallow quickly!" After Zhao Ziyuan took the pills, he really felt that the Qi in his heart was flowing smoothly. After a while, he felt hot all over his body and was profusely sweating. Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Bro, are you sweating?" Zhao Ziyuan sweated profusely and said: "Not only is the whole body sweating profusely, but also the scorching heat is unbearable. Is the antidote really effective?" Gu Qianwu said solemnly: "Brother Zhao, you might as well go back to the inn in the town and pretend that the poison has not been detoxified, and follow the disabled person to the green house in the water to investigate..." In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly heard a mournful scream piercing his eardrums, and he quickly stopped talking. After the miserable cry, there was another strange sound of "shh" and "shh", like a beast or more like a human being struggling in extreme pain. ! Zhao Ziyuan whispered: "The sound came from the next room, let's go and have a look." Gu Qianwu nodded lightly, and the two of them stepped out. The strange sound of "shh" and "shh" was still heard, and from time to time there were shrill screams mixed in, with a bit of mystery and horror. People's nerves are unknowingly tense—— Zhao Ziyuan took the lead to walk to the neighboring room, bent down and peeped in through the door, and saw four large black wooden boxes in the room!For no reason, he felt a bone-chilling chill rising from his back and quickly attacking his whole body, as if the black color on the wooden box revealed a chilling atmosphere. Zhao Ziyuan subconsciously withdrew his gaze from the four large black wooden boxes and thought to himself: "It's strange, I've always been uneasy. Could it be that there is something mysterious and amazing hidden in the black wooden box..." Gu Qianwu lowered his voice and said: "What happened to those four black wooden boxes?"