An oil lamp was burning on the blue-gray stone wall. A breeze blowing from somewhere was coming, causing the oil lamp to emit a swaying light. The ancient tomb is in the belly of the mountain, and there are disciples of the ancient tomb sect. Naturally, there are many ventilation holes to bring in the outside air.

Qianyue immersed a white outer robe in the sink, rubbed it hard for a few times, and sighed, "Oh, I wonder if it is worth staying in the ancient tomb as a maid. Now we have to do things like cooking, washing, sweeping the floor, etc., and we have to do things all day long. How long will it take to learn the martial arts of the ancient tomb sect?"

Liu Qingqing squatted down and kept rubbing the clothes in the sink. After she quickly and skillfully washed a piece of clothes, she said: "Qianyue, the ancient tomb is very safe, and almost no outsiders can attack us. As long as we stay here with peace of mind, we will definitely return to our home on earth safely."

"Hmph," Qianyue said with a lip curl: "Yang Guo has not yet arrived at the Quanzhen Sect. It is estimated that the plot of the Condor Heroes of the Condor Heroes has ended for twenty-three years. Do you plan to wash clothes for such a long time? Maybe Dai Yan and the others are already learning Quanzhen Sword Technique."

She didn't know that the seven people she was talking about were trying hard to chop firewood for dinner, and they had to complete a workload of 500 kilograms, which was much worse than her. She suddenly became excited and said, "I think Xiaolongnu's heart is actually quite soft. If we go and ask her, we might be able to learn martial arts immediately."

Liu Qingqing nodded, wrung a wet dress in his hand, and said, "You said it's right, you can learn martial arts early. The arrow that shot was almost scared to death not long ago. At that time, I was so painful that I couldn't even cry. Until now, I still have nightmares, dreaming of being chased by the Mongols."

"Okay, after we wash these clothes, we will go and beg Xiaolongnu to go." Qianyue accelerated the laundry and said.

...

A year later, the light emitted by the rising sun passed through the window and shone obliquely in the simple room, and the indoor light was abundant. Zhao Boduan, immersed in carrying internal energy, suddenly woke up, slowly converged the internal energy of his body to his dantian before opening his eyes.

Zhao Boduan, sitting on the bed, thought silently that he had been practicing for a whole year and no longer wanted to continue like this. Calculate the time, Guo Jing and Yang Guo would soon come to Quanzhen Sect. He jumped to the ground and walked towards a loose gang in the town.

Zhao Bochuan walked for a few minutes and came to a place where people were in and out and the flow of people was very large.

All the men who entered were blushed and their voices were very loud. Most of the men who came out had pale faces and stare blankly, like walking corpses. Some people were thrown from it and were thrown into the streets, with only a few people coming out with a proud look. This is the gambling house, where there are far more losers than winners.

When Zhao Boduan opened the curtain, he saw a noisy and full mixture of violence. There were seven or eight long tables in the spacious hall, each with red-eyed gamblers in front of them.

"Big!" They shouted loudly about their bets and shouted hard, as if this would increase the chance of victory. From time to time, people slapped the table angrily, "You actually paid a thousand!" and started fighting with the dealer. Such scattered guys are of course not the opponent of the casino, and were quickly knocked down by the thug and thrown out of the door.

After looking around, Zhao Boduan came to a gambling table with few people and bet five taels of silver on the "big".

The dealer at the gambling table raised his head and looked at the heroic Zhao Boduan. Five taels of silver are not a small amount, and it is enough for a family of five to eat meat for a month. Few people make such a big deal.

The dealer secretly smiled in his heart with good luck today, and met a Kaizi, who decided to eat the gift. He quickly shook the coloring zi with his right hand, then covered the coloring zi on the table, and shouted: "It's on!" He lifted the sieve clock, and froze all over when he saw the coloring zi.

It turns out that the result of the chromatic is not the expected "small" but the "big".

"Haha." Zhao Boduan smiled and continued to bet on the ten taels of silver. In this way, he bet on the five tons in total, all of which bet on the winning silver together, and he won every time, winning a total of three hundred and five taels of silver.

The casino lost far more than this amount of money. Other gamblers watched Zhao Boduan win every time, and quickly followed the trend, causing the casino to lose nearly a thousand taels of money.

The dealer who was shaking the colored maker was sweating profusely, and his face was pale and as if he was dead. After losing five times in a row, he knew that he had met a master and never dared to shake the sieve clock again.

Six strong men in costume came to Zhao Boduan and invited him to see Manager Li. His purpose was to find the person in charge of the casino, so he did not object. Surrounded by six very strong muscular men, he entered a small house and saw a man in his thirties sitting on a chair.

The man in black with a scar on his left face picked up a cup of steaming tea and was about to speak, Zhao Boduan suddenly said, "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you do something for me, I will let you go, the casino."

Manager Li was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed: "Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this! You six of you beat me hard, let's kill you."

"Yes." Six strong men launched fierce attacks at Zhao Boduan. Some people hit with fists and some kicked with their feet. The three upper, middle and lower sides were not lost. The attack was very layered. It was obvious that they were used to cooperating. I guess they used this trick to settle many people who came to the casino to make trouble.

Facing the fierce attacks of the six paths, Zhao Boduan's shoulders swayed slightly, turned around and returned to the original place.

Manager Li only saw Zhao Boduan move, and then the six subordinates who had killed Tiger fell to the ground, their bodies curled up, like pigs waiting to be killed on the chopping board, constantly screaming sharply.

"Ah, it hurts so much that my ribs seem to be broken."

Zhao Boduan clapped his hands, made a loud cunch, and said with a smile: "You don't listen to what I want you to do. This is too impulsive. Can you listen to what I say now?"

Slight sweat beads on Manager Li's forehead were emitting tiny beads of sweat, and he didn't dare to sit anymore. He stood up and said, "As long as it is within my ability, I will do it."

"It is to let your subordinates pay attention. In the past one or two months, there will be a man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide chest and straight waist, in his thirties, and slightly moustache with his upper lip and a thirteen-year-old child passing by the town and heading towards the direction of Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain. Then you can send someone to notify me."

Zhao Boduan described Guo Jing’s appearance in detail and added, “The work of catching up is really too simple for you, right?”

Manager Li bent over slightly, as if he had eaten bitter gourd raw, and said, "It is very simple to keep a watch, but it takes so long to keep watching..."

Zhao Boduan interrupted what the man in black was saying, "You don't want to do this, huh?" A momentum rose and shrouded him.

Manager Li felt as if there was a thousand kilograms of rock on his body suddenly, and his bones were squeaking, and he said in a trembling voice: "Do, of course do it."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhao Boduan regained his momentum, threw the money he had won at the feet of Manager Li, and turned around and left.

When Manager Li saw that the evil spirit in front of him finally left, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and quickly ordered his three subordinates to monitor the three places that he must pass through to Zhongnan Mountain, and did not dare to delay at all.

More than ten days later, Manager Li sent someone to inform Zhao Boduan that they had discovered that the two targets were having meals in the restaurant in the town.

Zhao Boduan was not negligent, and neatly packed up his personal belongings. He looked back at the yard where he had lived for more than a year, and followed the informant to the restaurant in the center of the town.

When he arrived not far from the restaurant, he saw Guo Jing and Yang Guo leaving the restaurant and heading towards Zhongnan Mountain. He turned to the informant and said, "Okay, your mission has been completed." He followed the two people quietly.

Since Li Mochou is dead, it is impossible to spread the rumors that someone will marry if he wins Xiaolongnu. The Mongolian prince Huo did not go to Zhongnan Mountain, and no one stopped Guo Jing and Yang Guo. After Guo Jing successfully entered the Chongyang Palace, he met Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others.

Zhao Boduan attached the package to the dense grass in the corner of the wall, used the ultimate light skills from the Sunflower Book, quietly went to the top of the palace, attached his ear to the tiles, and listened to the people inside.

Ma Yu, the head of Quanzhen Sect, smiled and said, "Jing'er, is this your son?"

Guo Jing said: "No, this is the posthumous son of my brother Yang Kang."

When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Kang's name, he felt a little nervous. He looked at Yang Guo's eyes and saw that there was a hint of Yang Kang's appearance between his eyebrows and eyes. Yang Kang was his only lay disciple. Although this disciple was unworthy, greedy for wealth and recognized the thief as his father, whenever Qiu Chuji thought about it, he always felt bad about teaching, which made him go astray and feel guilty. Now, when he heard that Yang Kang had a deep impression, he was sad and happy, so he hurriedly asked for it.

Guo Jing briefly talked about Yang Guo’s life experience, and said that he was bringing him to join the Quanzhen Sect.

Qiu Chuji said, "Your uncle Yang Tiexin is a hero, how can you not have a queen? I have a lot of wrongdoing when Yang Kang ends up like this. Don't worry, I will do my best to raise this child to adulthood."

Guo Jing was overjoyed and pulled Yang Guo, who didn't want to kneel down and thanked him.

Qiu Chuji summoned all the Taoist priests to introduce the new disciple of Quanzhen Sect for Guo Jing. He pointed to the long-bearded Taoist and said, "He is the eldest disciple of Quanzhen Sect, named Zhao Zhijing. Among the third generation of disciples, he has the most skill of martial arts, so he has pointed out the skills he has taught me."

Guo Jing knew that Qiu Chuji would never give random assignments, so he was very happy. He immediately ordered Yang Guo to give Zhao Zhijing a ceremony to apprenticeship, and thanked Zhao Zhijing solemnly.

Zhao Boduan heard Qiu Chu's confidentiality ask Guo Jing to stay for more than three or five days to reminisce about the past. Knowing that the time is not yet ripe, he gently stepped down from the palace, picked up his backpack, and found a dense forest to go inside.

Ten days later, he guessed that Guo Jing had already gone down the mountain, and no longer had any worries, and was determined to find Yang Guo's traces. Fortunately, Zhao Zhijing, as the next generation of internal commanders, could easily be found.

On that day, Zhao Boduan ambushed in Zhao Zhijing's room, looking out from the gap. Finally, at night, he happened to see Yang Guo entering the room and asked Zhao Zhijing for the instructions of Quanzhen.

"Yang Guo, Yang Guo, I didn't want to kill you, but who told me that I couldn't stand sitting on the bed and practicing qigong all day long. I miss modern life very much, so I have to be sorry." Zhao Boduan said a few words in his heart, made up his mind to stop hesitating, and rushed open the cabinet, his figure flashed like a ghost, and the sword edge attached to his internal force pierced into Yang Guo's heart.

Zhao Zhijing looked at a blue shadow holding a long sword in his hand. Although Yang Guo in front of him tried hard to make a dodge, the sword edge still stabbed into Yang Guo's body. Before he could react, the blue shadow was like a ghost again, quickly rushed out of the door and left the room.

"You can't die here, why should I explain to Uncle Qiu!" Zhao Zhijing saw that the murderer who killed Yang Guo ran away without a trace after seeing him. He came to Yang Guo's side, reached out to his breath, and found that he was no longer angry.

There was a voice in Zhao Boduan's mind: "Do you return to Earth?"

"Back." He replied without hesitation.
Chapter completed!