"Senior, since you say that, then I'll go to Yunshuo's land for a walk." Dong Ningyang glanced at Zhu Li, and although his eyes were unwilling, they were no longer so strong.

"Well, it's easy to leave, I won't send you off." Ji Zhuzi waved his hand impatiently, signaling the other party to get out quickly.

Dong Ningyang bowed and thanked him again, turned around and left without any intention of staying.

Ji Zhuzi turned around and looked at Zhou Chenghui. In fact, he knew Ji Zhuzi was coming for Zhuli, so Zhou Chenghui wanted to escape, but in front of such a great master, he knew that he could not leave, so he had to stand honestly and wait for his last moment.

When he attacked Zhou Chenghui, he had no good expression. However, the old Taoist seemed to have concerns. Although his face was gloomy, he did not mean to ruin Zhou Chenghui's life. Instead, he said coldly: "The Shen Ce Army is the Imperial Army of the Northern Yaya. As an Imperial Army, he should think of serving the country and safeguarding the capital, rather than being a lackey who is willing to be a eunuch. The old Taoist does not know whose successor you are, but today you are lucky. The old Taoist does not intend to kill, get out, I hope you can do it yourself."

Zhou Chenghui's face was gloomy. Although the other party did not say anything, he could only let it go. He turned around without saying a word, and didn't even say a word of rebuttal.

It was not until this time that Ji Zhuzi turned around and looked at Zhu Li, saying apologetically: "Zhu Jun, the old Taoist is very sorry. He was entrusted by his old friend to help the envoy resolve the danger, but now it seems that the appearance of the old Taoist has saved them."

Zhu Li curled her lips secretly. This damn old Taoist, now I know that if it weren't for the appearance of this old Taoist, with the skills of the witch, Gaer, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Due to the Shanhai Jing, Zhu Li was neither poisoned nor poisoned. Moreover, the situation at that time, the witch Jiaer seemed to be too confident, chatting and extremely excited, which also allowed him to take the opportunity to recover a lot of internal breath.

If the old Taoist does not interfere, Zhu Li will definitely be sure to solve the little witch. As long as the witch dies, facing Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui who are poisoned, they will still be allowed to be slaughtered by Zhu Li.

The sudden appearance of this old Taoist completely broke Zhu Li's secret plan, and he was indeed a little resentful.

However, this old Taoist is not ordinary. It is also for himself that he appears here. Although Zhu Li is dissatisfied, she has to accept this favor. After all, the other party is entrusted by someone and practicing the sameness is sincerity.

Hearing this, he bowed and said, "Senior, please be polite. Zhu also wants to thank you for your help."

"Hahaha" heard the words, and laughed loudly, picked up Dong Ningyang, and after Zhou Chenghui left, the jade bottle placed on the ground was filled with the antidote pills left by the witch, and there were still a lot of them left.

Then he continued: "I didn't say it, but I was actually dissatisfied with the old Taoist. However, although the old Taoist did not arrive in time to help the envoy with his help, it was not for the sake of Dong Ningyang and Zhou Chenghui."

When Zhu Li heard this, she looked confused. It was not for Dong Ningyang or Zhou Chenghui. Is it for him? Zhu Li? He has never been poisoned or been poisoned.

Ji Zhuzi looked at Zhu Li quite strangely. Of course, he saw that the other party had no abnormalities. Although this situation was very puzzled, he did not ask for any questions. Everyone had secrets, and he was not the one who asked the bottom line.

Smiling at Zhu Li, punched Zhu Zi without saying a word, turned around and walked towards Jiangdu. Zhu Li's heart

Confused, he quickly followed, as if he had thought of something, and a hint of anxiety surged in his eyes.

About a distance between the two of them arrived at a place. Zhu Li saw more than ten men in black, lying on the ground, motionless, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Seeing these men in black, Zhu Li's expression was dark, and a hint of regret suddenly arose in her heart. If you are happy, just be happy. Why do you want to go out and walk around? This caused these loyal subordinates to suffer tragic deaths. It was a real disaster.

A strong sense of grief and anger appeared, and it seemed that even the falling snowflakes could be felt by Zhu Li.

These men in black were the ghost warriors under Zhu Li's command. Shooting Zhuzi glanced at Zhu Li's miserable and gloomy face and comforted: "There are thirteen people here, and they were not originally in the same place. The old Taoist gathered them all here. Eight of these thirteen people were killed and swords, and they had already died. However, five people were just poisoned by the poison. The old Taoist asked for the pills to save them."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Li suddenly felt a hint of gratitude in her eyes and hurriedly said, "Senior, there are still five people who are not dead. Can you wake up as long as you take the medicine for understanding?"

Ji Zhuzi looked at him with a smile, nodded, and then walked towards the ghost warriors who were lodging on the ground; these warriors were obviously divided into two groups, one wave of eight people and one wave of five people.

Jizhuzi took the porcelain bottle and walked towards the pile of people with few people. He helped them up one by one. With Zhu Li's help, Jizhuzi opened their mouths in turn and fed them black pills.

The two of them were not in a hurry and waited patiently for a moment. After about half an hour, one of them slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhu Li at a glance, and shouted like a conditioned reflex: "Get away quickly, there will be an assassin!"

The other party looked panicked and ignored his own safety. He seemed to be all focused on Zhu Li's body. Zhu Li's eyes twitched, a little miserable and a little guilty.

He forced a smile, looked at the man with heartache, and comforted him: "All the assassins are gone, and now it's okay."

When the ghost warrior heard this, a look of shock and suspicion appeared in his eyes. At this time, he realized that he seemed to be lying in the arms of a Taoist priest, and quickly got up. Looking around, he saw that the fields were silent, with only the sound of falling snow, and there was no other figure at all. Then he felt relieved.

Then, the ghost warrior quickly knelt on one knee, lowered his head, seemed very ashamed, and said with a sob: "Eunuch, we are so useless. We didn't even have time to send a crisis signal to the Eunuch. Four or five people were knocked down in an instant."

Zhu Li quickly helped him up and blamed himself: "This is not your fault, it's me that I shouldn't have run out to wander around without any trouble, which has caused my brothers to suffer this disaster."

Hearing Zhu Li say this, the ghost warrior became even more ashamed. When any master did not relieve his feelings, if he had no chance to travel for safety, he would not even have the chance to travel.

Ji Zhuzi was on the side, looking at the two masters and servants with a complicated expression. Instead of accuse each other, they began to review each other. This situation made him feel quite moved and sighed: "No wonder they are, whether it is Zhou Chenghui or Dong Ningyang, they are all masters, and they are definitely not something ordinary guards can handle."

"Not to mention the Nanzhao witch, hers

The poisonous gu is hard to guard against, but thanks to these people being knocked down by her, if Zhou and Dong took action, they would probably not even have a chance to save them."

Zhu Li and the ghost warrior who woke up first looked gloomy when he heard this. Who would have expected that although Tian Lingzi, Li Keyong and others no longer surrounded Zhu Li on a large scale, they changed their strategies and secretly appointed top experts to assassinate him. It was said that during this period, he had lived too well and lost his due vigilance.

Jizhuzi looked at Zhu Li, then looked at the ghost warrior, and continued to sigh: "I am ashamed to say that the old Taoist is deeply trusted by his old friends, but he didn't have time to stop all this. I feel ashamed of trusting his old friends."

"Let's do this, the old Taoist has a sword book called "Seven Killing Sword". The seven Killing Swords have a total of seven styles, one style and seven killings, a total of seven forty-nine moves. But the arrogance is too strong. The old Taoist has never known how to deal with this sword book before. If it is burned, it would be a pity. After all, this is the lifelong hard work of a top swordsman. Since the envoy's guard is not strong and the envoy may be assassinated at any time, the old Taoist will give the envoy the sword book to the envoy to improve the strength of the envoy."

When Zhu Li heard this, his eyes lit up. He quickly took the sword score handed over by Ji Zhuzi and bowed: "Thank you, senior. No matter what, senior, you can go to Huainan for Zhu. This kind of kindness and affection, Zhu remembers it within five, and dare not forget it."

He waved his hand indifferently and said earnestly: "The envoy is the one who is the one who is the one who is witnessed by his own eyes. With the trust of his old friend, he naturally has to come and go. Although the old Taoist is a man in the mountains, he cannot ignore the good officials like the envoy. After all, the old Taoist was raised by his father and mother, and his ancestors have been Han people for generations."

The bamboo is full of sincerity and compassion is fully expressed.

Anyone who has right or wrong in his heart will not forget his roots. If a person who forgets his roots one day his nation will die, even if he is still alive, he will be just a lonely ghost.

According to legend, there are ten races of humans, and the only race that has not been extinct is Homo sapiens, you and I are among them, and all the other races have been extinct.

A person without a ethnic group, like the Neandits in later generations, had to be crossed with Homo sapiens to continue. If that time really came, it would be the sorrow of a nation.

The attack on the bamboo came suddenly, and he walked freely. He waved his sleeves and left only a sword book.

Zhu Li kept waiting until all the five people woke up and buried their comrades' bodies together before returning to the camp. This assassination obviously made Yang Zaixing and others furious, but it was equivalent to knowing good news.

That is, whether it is the eunuch, Li Keyong and others, they no longer have a lot of fanfare and have gone through a lot of effort to surround Zhu Li. Although they still cannot avoid sending experts to assassinate him, it has provided Zhu Li with a lot of convenience.

The Seven Killing Sword Book is a sword technique that is both internal and external. It is very clever. After reading it, Zhu Li handed over the sword book to Jing Ming and asked him to teach it to the ghost warriors under his command as soon as possible.

Although the sword book advocates the best practice since childhood, if the ghost warrior under Zhu Li can practice continuously and achieve certain achievements, it should not be difficult, at least not worse than the sword technique used by Dong Ningyang.

The snow covered the sky and the siege was forced to stop.
Chapter completed!