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Zhang Qingxi grabbed the new Taoist robe and hurriedly put on his body, wanting to chase after him. The cool breeze penetrated his crotch and his lower body was slightly refreshed, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Sun Yanwan was not so in a hurry. He first wiped his body with his old clothes and calmly changed into a new Taoist robe and new shoes and socks. However, the tailoring skills in this world are average, and this brand new suit is not very comfortable.

Sun Yanwan thought to himself: "How come! The handicraftsmen in this world are at this level."

He said to Zhang Qingxi: "Senior Brother, you can dry your body first, change your clothes, and then we will chase the female thief."

Zhang Qingxi recalled it at this time, laughed and said, "How can there be a female thief in the world?"

Sun Yanwan thought to himself: "Senior Brother has never seen a scumbag girl, nor has he seen a female sea queen."

He was not able to explain, and said, "I'll go after someone first."

This woman in red dress almost shot him through a second time travel with an arrow. How could she let him go easily?

At least one beat!

He used his light skills to chase after him. Not long after, he heard the wind behind him. Zhang Qingxi had changed his clothes again, and his sleeves fluttered, and he chased after him.

The first time Sun Yan saw his senior brother performing his light skills, he saw a young Taoist priest with sword eyebrows and jade eyes, with a graceful and unruly appearance, calm and straight as if riding the wind, and his light skills came first, and his light skills were many times better than him.

Sun Yanwan couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother, what kind of light skills is this?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled slightly and replied, "This is one of the thirteen masters of our Songyang School!"

"Our Master Feng practiced this technique and could ride the wind and breathe up in the air for dozens of times. Our master could also rise in the air. If you change your body skills for thirteen times in the air, I was very bad. I could only treat it as ordinary light skills and I couldn't play any tricks."

Sun Yanwan was envious and asked, "When I first met with my master, he was meditating on the water. Is it necessary to use this Feng Chengzhi?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "It is this unique skill."

The two brothers chased each other for several miles, but saw a feather arrow inserted into a big tree, and a piece of mulberry paper hung on it, and there seemed to be words on the mulberry paper.

Sun Yanwan was about to get it, but was stopped by his senior brother. Zhang Qingxi whispered: "Junior brother, when you encounter such a situation in the future when you walk in the world, you must not reach out to get it, so as not to be poisoned and plotted against others."

Sun Yanwan was taught in a stern manner, broke a branch nearby, picked down the feather arrow, and saw a few lines of text written on the mulberry paper on it: "Wu Qingying was reckless that day and accidentally shot a Taoist priest with an arrow. I came to Guanzhong to apologize."

"I didn't mean it just now..."

"I hope the two Taoist priests don't blame me."

The last two sentences are in a messy manner, and it is obvious that the person who leaves the notes is not calm.

The two brothers delayed their clothes for a while, and they had long been unable to find the woman in the red dress. When they saw the letter, Sun Yanwan's heart was still stuck, she could only say, "She is leaving quickly."

Zhang Qingxi smiled and persuaded: "It's just a misunderstanding. Junior brother, don't be as good as this girl."

Sun Yanwan said angrily: "I almost died, how can I let go of my worries?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled again, only to think that the second junior brother was indeed interesting.

The woman in the red dress looked back and looked over. She felt all kinds of feelings. Guli was strange. She was really afraid that two little Taoists would catch up with her and didn't know how to face it.

She shot an arrow that day, and she wanted to shoot the leader, but she didn't expect that Sun Yanwan took action too quickly and cut off the man's head, and that arrow went straight to him! She was worried that the group of people would come to chase him, so she retreated in advance. However, she thought that Sun Yanwan was fierce and actually killed the group of pursuers in a mess?

This time she wanted to come to the door to apologize, but unfortunately she became a voyeur. She saw two little Taoist priests taking a bath and was scolded for being a thief. At this time, the two little Taoist priests opened and closed their eyes and were all white, with red and bright bodies, so ashamed that they were all red.

"It's a pity that I have something important. The lady is waiting for me to go and get the reinforcements, and she can't wait for a moment, otherwise she will definitely come to the door again to apologize."

Wu Qingying returned to Taiyi Temple from the back mountain. When she saw the seven good horses brought back by Sun Yanwan, she thought that it was important to go on the road. Knowing that this was inappropriate, she still led one, turned over the horse, and hurried away.

When Sun Yanwan and Zhang Qingxi came back, they saw that there was a horse missing, and they were angry again. But after all, he also took these horses with them. Even if there was any loss, they would not hurt their muscles. They just said to the senior brother: "Next time when you meet a female thief, senior brother, don't stop me and beat me up."

The two brothers were busy and felt hungry. Sun Yanwan kneaded the dough, made a pot of hand-rolled noodles, and made a braised rice with newly bought mushrooms and fresh vegetables. Zhang Qingxi praised her and said, "Second junior brother, if we don't come to Guanli in the future, you will cook. The food made by the master is actually not very delicious."

Sun Yanwan was shocked. He didn't want to have more work and hurriedly said, "It is a great kindness for my teacher to cook for us. How can I grab it? This matter must not be done."

Zhang Qingxi was about to persuade him. There was no need to pay attention to such a vulgar etiquette between the master and the apprentice, so he heard the noise outside. It seemed that many people rushed in. He looked slightly stern and whispered: "Second junior brother, you go and get two weapons."

Sun Yanwan also heard the movement and hurriedly went to his room to get the weapons.

Songyang is a sword school and is naturally good at swordsmanship, but there is no long sword in Taiyi Temple.

Five of the seven weapons he seized were of various single swords, as well as a steel fork and a flower gun. The weapons selected by the gang Haoke were mainly convenient, and long swords were extremely difficult to master, and the skillful swordsmanship was rarely circulated, so there was no long sword.

Sun Yan took a long sword, hesitated slightly, and took the magic sword again. He came back to find Zhang Qingxi, but saw that the senior brother had already confronted the people, and there were seven or eight people lying under his feet, all of them did not move, and I don’t know if they were dead.

Zhang Qingxi was very relaxed and freehand. He seemed to not take these people to heart. He was still graceful and gentle. Seeing him coming, he smiled and said, "Second junior brother, there are so many enemies in the view. I will perform a set of swordsmanship with you."

These people came to Taiyi Temple in the middle of the night, but they didn't know that they wanted to kill people to silence them. When Zhang Qingxi was studying art in the Songyang School, he had a reputation of being jealous of evil and was extremely keen. He had long had the idea of ​​killing all these people.

The people who broke into Taiyi Temple should be in the same group as the men of the gang during the day. Sun Yanwan even saw a few familiar faces, all of whom escaped during the day, but the number was two or three times higher. Zhang Qingxi released seven or eight, and there were forty or fifty people. Everyone had blood stains on their bodies. Half of them raised torches and shone the view as bright as day.

A big man with a blue face, holding a long sheathed sword in his hand, standing in the middle like stars holding the moon, looking around with majestic power.

Zhang Qingxi knocked down seven or eight of his subordinates with one move. Although he was young, his martial arts skills were really extraordinary. The green-faced man shouted inwardly: "This is bad. He actually met a famous disciple!"
Chapter completed!