Liuhe Temple, Liuhe Temple again!

The Jinyiwei thought to himself that there was a former national teacher there? How to go?

At this time, a whistle came from the forest next to the mountain road. The masked people seemed to have received some order. The moves became even more ruthless. A Jinyiwei with a wounded shoulder was caught off guard and was chopped off his head by a masked man who jumped up high.

Then a blue light flashed.

Before the masked man could land on the ground, the sword flying from the slanting made him scream in horror.

He was in the air and could not avoid it. Even though he leaned back desperately, the blade cut open his chest.

Although the blood was gushing wildly, he did not lose his life in the end - the wound was not deep enough to kill him.

The masked man staggered back several steps, while Gong Jun was stopped by a figure.

This man was not covered with black scarf, but he wore a Zhong Kui mask on his face. He was tall and fist-like.

As soon as Gong Jun fought, he noticed the opponent's deep internal skills. The sword force was completely resolved, and the strength backfired. Although Gong Jun was prepared, he still suffered a small loss. The qi and blood in his chest were surging, and the qi and veins almost flowed backwards.

"Burning Fist?!" Gong Jun was shocked.

At first glance, the fierce and domineering fist wind actually hides the yin strength and soft power.

Gong Jun's body felt like he was shocked, and he instantly avoided the next three moves.

"I know the eagle and dog in the court." The man wearing Zhong Kui's mask sneered, his voice hoarse.

Gong Jun's heart sank. Because the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake did not disappear. The master was still hiding in the dark! The person in front of him was not at all!

His hands holding the knife were stiff and cold sweat rolled down.

Although his martial arts are not at the top in the world, they are not much different. There are only a dozen people in the world who can defeat him, most of whom take advantage of their deep internal strength.

There are four people on a Dragon Claw Peak now?

Apart from Meng Qi, he was sure that he had never seen the remaining three people, and he didn't know where they came out! Gong Jun fought desperately with the masked man while observing the surroundings from the corner of his eyes, fearing that the person hiding in the dark suddenly took action.

Is it the ancestor of Qingwu?

Is there any master who wears a mask to break the trunk fist around the Qingwu Ancestor? How many masters are there hidden in the dark?

"Tongzhi..."

"Let you go!"

As he spoke, another Jinyiwei's arm was broken with his elbow, and it was painful. Fortunately, his colleagues around him robbed quickly, so he did not let someone fall down and be hacked to death.

They were shocked and angry. They had been in the Jinyiwei for so long, but they had never encountered tough ideas, but most people would not want to fight the government to the death, let alone kill the Jinyiwei, unless they wanted to rebel.

"Tongzhi, brothers here, please go back and report the news! Something big may happen in the capital!"

"Shut up! Can I leave?" Gong Jun cursed.

In fact, Gong Jun is not sure whether he can leave or not. It depends on how many masters are still ambushing in the dark.

Gong Jun didn't want to try it, so he simply didn't consider this possibility.

The man wearing Zhong Kui mask snorted and said sinisterly: "You are aware of the current affairs, why don't you put down your weapons and surrender directly?"

Gong Jun used his sword faster and faster, and he acted desperately.

His sword skills are strange and often unexpected. Although the masked man has high martial arts skills, he is indeed dragged down by him.

The Jinyiwei retreated in a hurry and ran towards Liuhe Temple.

A masked man quietly entered the woods next to him and came to an old man in Taoist robe.

"Old ancestor?"

"Well, don't chase it."

The old man waved the whisk casually, his hair was silvery and white. The Taoist robe was covered with silver gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, and golden sun, moon, stars, and flying cranes and auspicious clouds were pierced on it.

There was also a man behind the old man who was wearing a Zhong Kui mask, but he was slightly shorter and his back looked more like a woman.

"The eldest brother was dragged by the deputy commander of the Jinyiwei." The woman whispered, her tone as if she was concerned, but the timing of her speech was more like taking eye drops in front of the old man.

"You only see these?" the old man rebuked.

The woman was shocked and dared not speak.

The old man stood behind a tree and watched the fighting on the mountain road outside, as if he was savoring something. After a long time, he said sadly: "Good swordsman, the bamboo swordsman is well-known! Even if he lacks some internal strength, he can be among the top talents in the martial arts world with this hand sword technique alone. A few hundred years ago and a hundred years later, he may not be able to find such a genius, which is a pity!"

The woman stepped forward carefully and said, "The disciples of this palace deputy commander have already investigated. Although he looks loyal to the emperor on the surface, he is not Lu Zhang's confidant. He is also good at deceiveing ​​his superiors and concealing his subordinates, and has received money. Even if he is a court hawk like this, no matter how good his martial arts are, he is just a traitor. What a pity?"

"What do you know?" the old man frowned and stroked his beard and asked, "Have you found out the whereabouts of the abbot of Hengchang Temple, the lay Buddhist Mei of Tianshan Sect, and the elders of those sects?"

“…Master calms down!”

The woman knelt down in a hurry and did not dare to look up.

The old man said to himself: "It seems that they are really back."

The woman was covered by a mask and only had a pair of eyes on her face. Her eyes rolled for a while and she whispered: "According to the news, they had already suspected that they had masters, and they were smart and thought that the matter was related to the imperial seal, so there was...there was rumors about Meng Qi, the former national teacher of the previous dynasty."

As he said that, he repeated the conversation between Mr. Jinfeng and the abbot of Hengchang Temple that day.

She said it very thoroughly, as if she was there that day.

When the old man heard Meng Qi picking up the imperial seal in Qingjiang and maybe dropping it off the seal, his brows became tighter and tighter, and his face was covered with clouds, which scared the female disciple to stop.

"...Master? What we are going to do has nothing to do with the jade seal, right? Why are you so angry?"

"This person who broke the deadlock is very clever!" the old man sighed with a bad expression, "Aren't those elders scared to retract? Xiao Liu'er, if there is no important role, the opera will not be easy to sing."

The female disciple asked in confusion: "No, the former national teacher who had passed away for a long time, what can he do if he was taken out?"

"I don't think so."

The old man no longer paid attention to the woman and instead used a voice transmission to secretly urge the eldest disciple outside.

"Catch the person soon."

The masked man who was fighting against Gong Jun smiled grimly, and Gong Jun immediately felt that the pressure was twice as high.

As the name suggests, the boxing technique is a boxing technique that leaves no room for nothing. It has the same hidden dangers as the Seven-Injury Fist, which was secretly taught in the world for a long time. Those who learn this set of boxing often fail to hurt the enemy and first hurt themselves. Only those with deep internal skills can avoid hidden dangers. In this way, unless a talented person is a talented person, they will have to achieve a small internal skill and can only practice after the age of thirty.

Gong Jun originally thought that there had been no one practicing this kind of boxing technique in the world, but today he actually encountered a master who had practiced the broken boobs to the tenth level of the realm, which happened to restrain his sword technique.

The fierce boxing technique opens and closes, and under the cover of the boxing force, all the tricks are suppressed. What is even more troublesome is the hidden force in the boxing technique. If you are not careful, you will be injured. As long as you are injured, you will be injured.

Gong Jun did not dare to let these hidden forces touch the body, and the sword force was naturally affected.

The entire green sword light on the mountain road seemed to be the one who had the upper hand, but in fact he was trying hard to make up for the leaks and turned what could have been done with one knife into five or ten swords to use, and then he barely stopped the guy wearing a mask.

Such a fighting style cannot last because Gong Jun lacks internal strength.

When he saw that all his subordinates had left, he began to fight and retreat.

As a result, the opponent seemed to have seen the purpose and suddenly stepped up the offensive, forcing Gong Jun to take out the force he had originally retained. The two fists were fighting and full of energy. From a distance, they looked like a blue ball of men desperately trying to break free from the mud.

"Your sword dancing skills are excellent. If you sell your skills in a tile, you will definitely get a lot of rewards."

Gong Jun turned a deaf ear to the masked man's words. He felt that the poisonous snake was about to swim out, as if he wanted to swallow him as prey.

In critical moments, Gong Jun threw the scabbard desperately and flew onto the mountain road.

The scabbard actually broke and turned into dozens of pieces and shot in.

The masked man avoided it, but it was too late to chase it again, so Gong Jun couldn't even see the shadow.

"Disciple is incompetent." The masked man saw the old man in Taoist robe walking slowly out of the woods, and hurriedly knelt down to apologize.

"You can't blame you, this deputy commander's light skills are much higher than I thought." The old man sighed.

He was wearing the temperament of a Taoist fairy-like temperament and stood among the masked men in black kneeling on one knee, looking particularly out of place.

"There are talents in the martial arts world. Even if they are too late, it would be a pity to die. Forget it, he was so anxious to go back to Liuhe Temple. I think he believed that someone in Liuhe Temple could deal with it. What's going on?"

"Report! News from Liuhe Temple."

A masked man in black was holding a pigeon in his hand, and there was a small bamboo tube on his legs.

The old man took out a note from the tube and slowly unfolded it.

——The Jinyiwei discovered the treasure.

The second pigeon followed, which read "The Jinyiwei suddenly retreated."

There are two symbols on the note, which others don’t understand after reading it, but it is actually a code word.

"It's all waste! First, third... Where is another pigeon that has spread the news?" the old man asked coldly.

The masked man in black buried his head and did not dare to say anything.

The bamboo tube that a pigeon can carry is not very big, and of course the note is not very big. The number of words that can be written is limited. It often needs to be divided into several paragraphs. If there is a mark, the message will be missed at a glance.

At this time, the cool breeze was blowing on the pagoda of Liuhe Temple.

Mo Li looked at Meng Qi who had returned and found that he did not have the so-called monkey wine in his hand, but carried a pigeon.

The pigeon fluttered desperately, and Meng Qi gently pulled its wing root, and the pigeon suddenly stopped moving.

"There is indeed a suspicion of the ancestor Qingwu in the temple." Meng Qi threw the bamboo tube in the corner of the wall on the top of the pagoda.
To be continued...