After saying goodbye to Qiao Feng and Duan Yu, he was walking slowly along the road. Although he was willing to communicate more martial arts with Qiao Feng, he was really afraid that Qiao Feng would pull him to make Jinlan or something. After all, he was afraid of trouble at heart, especially since he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend in the future, so he just ran away.

But he was a little confused and lost his direction, so he simply walked forward with the feeling.

The flowers are burning along the way, and the green willows are shady. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is so beautiful that I can't see enough. When the interest comes, he sees no one around, and he is in a poetic mood again. This time, he is not singing this time, but he sang "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian. "The green trees are thick and dark, and the summer is long, and the reflection of the towers and towers enter the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the fragrance of roses is filled with fragrance in the courtyard."

Although he was not in line with the situation, he was also happy. He was intoxicated by himself, and suddenly the clouds were dark and heavy rain was coming. It was indeed "the sky in June, the face of a child."

Seeing that there was no place to shelter from the rain around, the Taoist was not in a hurry. He broke down some weeping willow branches with interest, jumped flexibly, barely braided into a hat and put it on his head. With his current ability, it is not difficult to release the true energy without touching the rain, but he prefers such interest.

Sure enough, the hat was just put on, and heavy rain came. He held the hat with fresh willow leaves and sang again: "...Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last for life." When he sang here, he suddenly said: "Oh, it's a pity that I don't even have bamboo sticks and straw shoes."

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, his clothes were already wet by the heavy rain. In his sight, he saw a gang house. In the heavy rain, more than ten horses were tied to the pillars in front of the mill. Zhifei Taoist said in his heart: "It's a place to shelter from the rain." He came outside the gang house in three or two steps.

However, what he saw in front of him was shocked. Duan Yu was just tightly held by a Western Xia warrior, crossed his right arm, and pressed him hard to break his ribs, or forced him to breathe and die of suffocation. With a thought, he remembered that this was Duan Yu's experience in the mill after saving Wang Yuyan. His eyes were lingering, and indeed, there were several Western Xia corpses, but what made him angry was the two bodies of a man and a woman wearing farm clothes. Needless to say, this was the owner of the mill, who was killed by the Western Xia warrior.???? However, without knowing what the non-Taoist did, the warrior who suppressed Duan Yu had already spoken out: "Who!"

The man reacted very quickly. While shouting, he had already controlled Duan Yu's acupoints, picked up a Pu sword, and faced the Taoist Zhifei: "Which Taoist priest are you?"

"Murrong Fu, you and Duan Yu have nothing to do with me, but since you have really entered the Xixia Yipin Hall, then I will naturally do something. Especially, these two villagers died in the hands of the Xixia people, and this account will naturally be counted on you. If I don't do anything, how can they keep their eyes closed?" Thinking of this, he asked, "Are you from Xixia?"

Murong Fu said: "What's wrong?"

"Not what." Zhifei Taoist said a little cold tone: "I am a Han person." He raised his hand and picked up a weapon and pointed: "Enter my Han family and kill my Han people. Since I have seen him, I will be in a stand-in-letting manner. You can take your time."

That being said, I felt that if I had arrived earlier, I could have been relieved of the tragedy. Before I finished speaking, the Park Knife in my hand had already slashed Huashan, and the sword light like a training-like sword slashed towards Murong Fu.

Seeing his sword light, Murong Fu did not dare to take it forward, and his body slightly tilted, avoiding the passing. He turned around and circled the Taoist man with one sword. He slashed the east and the west, and then turned and cut it again. In a flash, he had changed several sword techniques in succession. The Taoist man with a sneer: "It's broad but not skillful. If you only have such skills, you should stay here.

His sword light was as bright as a skill in his hand, and he ignored Wang Yuyan's advice in the attic. Although Zhifei Taoist had never learned swordsmanship, he was able to understand all kinds of things. Although Murong Fu was as famous as Qiao Feng, his real skills were far worse than Qiao Feng. After several moves, Zhifei Taoist had already gained the upper hand.

After a few more moves, Murong Fu was already at a disadvantage, and gradually he was even troubled to escape. He changed his moves repeatedly, sometimes with swordsmanship and swordsmanship. He practiced no less than hundreds of sets of martial arts, but his disadvantages did not change.

In the blink of an eye, Zhifei Taoist shouted loudly: "Save it!" Murong Fu's single sword in his hand had been beaten by Zhifei Taoist. He was exposed to the empty door. Zhifei Taoist was about to make up for a knife and left him. He was cut down with one knife, but Murong Fu turned his hand back, and the blade was slashed towards Zhifei Taoist's chest. It turned out that at the critical moment, Murong Fu did not care about hiding his identity, used his unique skills to move around, and unexpectedly turned back the long sword in Zhifei Taoist's hand.

Taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity, Murong Fu had already swung out. Zhifa Daoist did not investigate, but he rushed out and took the horse and fled.

Seeing Murong Fu escape, the Taoist did not chase him. He solved the acupoints on Duan Yu's body, took out a porcelain bottle from the Xixia people, sniffed it, and the smell was stinking. He knew it was the antidote to the sad and clear breeze, so he handed it over to Duan Yu to detoxify Wang Yuyan, and he himself sorted out the body of the corpse for the pair of terrible and unintentional disaster owners.

Shaoqing, Duan Yu helped Wang Yuyan and walked down slowly, thanking him for being a fool.

Looking at the white rain curtain outside, Zhifadao said, "Let's rest here for a while, and wait until the rain stops before letting them get buried."

Duan Yu and the other two had no objection. After several people sat down, the Taoist man looked at Duan Yu and smiled and said, "Young Master Duan, it seems that every time I see you, your situation is not very good? If you have time, you might as well find a Taoist temple to sing a few more incense sticks to ask for blessings from gods and Buddhas, and it is also a bad luck."

Duan Yu smiled bitterly: "Master, don't joke."

"Okay, okay." Zhifei Taoist stopped when he saw it, and said to Wang Yuyan again: "Miss Wang is not staying at home, why did she get here? The storm outside is alternated, and the storm is dangerous, and it is not as safe as your home, but you have to suffer a lot."

"I came out to find my cousin." Wang Yuyan said seriously: "I haven't seen my cousin for a long time."

Ignoring Duan Yu's depression when he heard this, I said, "Okay, the world is not peaceful, Miss Wang is more careful." After all, Jiao Qianji is deeply indifferent, and some words are not suitable for him to say. Turning back, he looked at Duan Yu again: "Don't Mr. Duan and Gang Master Qiao? In just half a day, what happened? What happened to Mr. Duan was so embarrassed?"

Zhifei Taoist naturally knew what happened. He asked this question just to make a slightest statement, so that he would not be silent and the atmosphere would be awkward. Duan Yu explained in detail about their separation of the younger generation. Hearing this, Zhifei Taoist still couldn't help but sigh at Qiao Feng's misfortune.

After chatting for a while, the rain had stopped. Zhifei Taoist dug a hole with a single knife and buried the two villagers who had suffered unpredictable disasters with Duan Yu. As for the bodies of the Xixia people, they only set a fire in the mill room, and as for the others, they didn't care.

After finishing all this, Wang Yuyan suddenly said, "The heroes and heroes of the Beggars' Sect are all poisoned by such 'sad and gentle breeze'. If my cousin was here, she would have taken the antidote for them to sniff it a few times. Besides, Azhu, Abi is probably lost to the enemy..."

Duan Yu jumped up and shouted: "That's right! Ah Zhu and Ah Bi are in trouble. We must go immediately and try to save each other. Taoist Master, you are very skilled in martial arts, so let's go with us to save people?"
Chapter completed!