Several Tubo men were armed with hook-shaped scimitars; they carried bows and arrows on their backs, and wore white cotton scarves on their heads to look like hats. They wore slit robes sewn with animal skins, with a string of huge rosary beads hanging from their necks, and were galloping on black boots.

The Yi people at the rear found the right opportunity to draw their bows and set up three sword feathers to shoot directly at Zhao Zhengli and the others in the carriage. Biyu drew his sword and rotated his wrist to cut off two with one sword, and then raised his foot to kick away the other one.

Birou soared on the carriage, stabbing several people from top to bottom with her sword. Biyu left the carriage laterally and followed behind. The two of them cooperated closely, and the thin sword shuttled between the people in the bamboo forest like a silver snake.

Seeing that the two women were very skilled, the Tubo people responded solemnly. They crossed their scimitars with their hands and clamped them on Birou like a pair of pliers. She suddenly moved sideways like a ghost and stabbed the barbarian with a sword.

I was caught off guard and was struck by a sword, but luckily I dodged quickly enough and only broke my animal skin robe.

While Birou sheathed her sword and gathered strength, Biyu struck again with her sword. They cooperated repeatedly, going back and forth freely among several barbarians. After dozens of moves, the flaws on both sides gradually became apparent. Birou stabbed the air with her sword, and was spotted by another person.

Opportunity for a side kick.

Zhao Daochang had quick eyes and quick hands. He gathered his true energy and popped out the fruit core at his fingertips. He only heard the sound of "Puff", and hit the three-inch blood sea point on the Nayi man's knee. Suddenly, the whole leg twitched uncontrollably and was in great pain.

Rou quickly used her arms to press down on the thin sword that was stabbed in the air, and stabbed straight into the thigh a few centimeters away from her waist, making a "pop" sound as it penetrated the flesh.

The thin sword penetrated the leg bone, but the Yiren didn't say a word, and even raised his fist to hit Birou's elbow. If she had been hit by this punch, her thin arm would have been shattered. Taoist priest Zhao was about to take action again, but Birou didn't know.

He quickly pulled out the thin sword on his leg, and held the handle of the knife in a circle around the sword flower wielded by the barbarian's fist. Blood spurted out from the skin, flesh, muscles and bones of the man's wrist in an instant.

"Ah~"

The pain of cutting tendons and severing pulses made the Tibetan man heartbroken and threw away his weapons; he squeezed his wrists and thighs where blood was like a fountain.

The remaining people hurried forward to cover, and Biyu Birou cooperated again. These Tubo people were all at the peak of the Little Grand Master, and their actual combat experience was far better than that of the Bi family sisters. Several dangers were resolved by Daoist Zhao from afar. They fought like this for half an hour.

, one by one, he was hacked in half by the two sisters.

If he couldn't win, he would naturally run away, but Taoist Master Zhao seemed determined to leave no one behind. He hit the Weihe points at the back of the knee joints of the fleeing barbarians with a snap of his fingers, forcing several of them to fight with the Bi sisters. Without exception, no one survived.

The two sisters left the Daqing man named Shao Zhou behind. Zhao Daochang glanced at Xiao Dai, who had been hiding behind the carriage: "You two are both Daqing people, so you two will resolve your grievances on your own, and we will not interfere!"

Xiao Dai naturally understood what he said. Shao Zhou, who was so frightened that his legs were shaking, somehow regained some strength, but his eyes were still extremely panicked. These three people were obviously about the same age as him, so why were they so good at martial arts?

Before Shao Zhou could make up his mind, Xiao Dai took the lead and attacked with a long sword. His red eyes were full of killing intent. Shao Zhou drew out his sword to greet him, slashing and stabbing in the bamboo forest.

The two of them were similar in age and thin in stature, but Shao Zhou was the only one who used his swords viciously and made dangerous moves.

Xiao Dai's defense was considered agile, but his offense was quite clumsy. Neither of them could do anything to the other in a short period of time.

The three people watching the battle in the carriage gradually lost interest. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, ordinary people could hardly distinguish the five fingers. Although several cultivators had extraordinary eyesight, there must be no late night snacks in the small town, so Daozhang Zhao

After observing the situation, he said casually: "Basic sword skills, hanging sword posture, holding the sword in a flower and changing hands to use the sixth posture of the Bodhidharma sword, parting the manes of two horses, and pecking the sword on the flat arm."

"Put the sword back to chop at an angle, draw the sword back, thrust vertically, twist the sword; cut off."

There was only a "clang" sound, Shao Zhou's knife had already fallen to the ground, and a long sword was driving at his neck. The panic in his eyes could not be concealed.

Xiao Dai looked excited. He didn't expect that the "Basic Thirteen Swords" combined with the "Dharma Sword" sold all over the street would have such a magical effect.

The white-faced Taoist priest no longer looked at the outcome, and drove the carriage towards the town. Less than half a mile away, Xiao Dai followed anxiously: "Thank you, Taoist Zhang and the two fairy sisters for saving my life."

Zhao Zhengli, who was driving, ignored him and continued on his way as if he didn't exist.

The Bi sisters couldn't hold back their laughter when he called them 'fairy sisters'. Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't express his opinion, they ignored him.

Xiao Dai didn't care when he saw this, and trotted close to the carriage: "Last time, the boy was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai, so he offended the Taoist who moved the mountains. Later, every time he thought about it, he regretted it. Unexpectedly, today the Taoist saved the boy's life regardless of the previous suspicion.

God must have given me a chance to atone for my sins, and I will not hesitate to die as long as I am told to do so."

Except for the sound of cars grinding and horses panting, the Taoist priest still paid no attention.

Xiao Dai thought to himself again: "Since the last time I saw the Taoist Master at Situ Jianzhuang, everyone admired him and admired him. In order to catch up with the Taoist Master, I went around to suppress bandits in Shu. Later I heard that the Taoist Master was fighting against the remnants of the Nanzhao Kingdom.

I don't know where I'm going. I have been thinking about it for a long time. In those days, I traveled from north to south; I followed the large army to encircle and suppress several forces in the Nanzhao Kingdom. Later I heard that the imperial court awarded a Taoist priest, and I was really happy about it. Now I heard that the Tubo was causing trouble in Shu.

, so he went south alone to the western border and massacred several Tubo barbarians. It is said that one of them was a follower of the imperial master. I was happy for a long time, but was betrayed by my companions. Fortunately, I finally met the Taoist priest..."

On the empty night road, a carriage moved forward quietly, followed by a man who was running and talking, gradually moving away.

It was already dark when we arrived in the town, and occasionally we could see lanterns hanging in shops illuminating banners and plaques.

The ears of Zhao Zhengli and the Bi sisters were buzzing, all coming from the echoes of that talkative Xiao Dai.

In the middle of the process, Taoist Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and already forgave him. Unexpectedly, he became even more excited. When he was excited, he talked even more. He even told him what he had eaten in the morning and how many times he had peed when he ran away. It really gave the three of them a headache.

After entering the town, several people were looking for the inn. Xiao Dai patted his chest and wanted to host something. He felt around and found that he had dropped his wallet when he ran away, but he did not panic. He quickly put aside the idea of ​​going to a certain place to dig out the money he buried.

Only then can one get rid of this chatterbox.

Naturally, the three of them didn't really wait for him to come back with the money, so they just found an inn to stay at, and then ordered some midnight snacks.

The melons and fruits in the carriage had been exhausted for several days. The Bi sisters hugged the last three or two papayas and fled back to the house under the eyes of Taoist Master Zhao who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

After returning to the house, Daochang Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed and fell into meditation. He used his mind to understand his whole body and gathered his true energy in his right palm to test the sealed poison. If things go on like this, the seal will definitely not work. If one day the seal degrades, will it mean his death?

He made a bold decision. There was no way to save him, so he might as well try refining. This was crazy. He almost dug his own grave. If he accidentally spread the poison too much, he would be dead. So what he had to do now was to poke a needle in the seal.

, control the rapid leakage of poison, so that the body can have enough time to adapt.

He has been in action for more than half a month, condensing his true energy into a "needle tip" to find weak points and penetrate the seal bit by bit. Tonight, he entered meditation as usual.

The morning light breaks.

Zhao Zhengli, who was in trance, suddenly felt a huge earthquake in his body, and fell down on the bed with a painful look on his face. He held his right palm tightly and found that the black spots were spreading outward as thick as a hair, like ink leaking, spreading from the tendons and blood vessels of the palm to the whole body.

He hurriedly resisted, but unexpectedly the poison was extremely stubborn, lurking everywhere in the body, and its destructive power was astonishing. Zhao Zhengli gathered all the energy in his body to gradually drive away the poison. Fortunately, his eight meridians were greatly expanded by the Dragon Tiger Pill, and he regulated his Qi.

Luck was easy and free. It was not that he was unaware of this problem, but he didn't know the reason and mistakenly thought that his spiritual practice had improved.

Even if his eight meridians are unblocked, it still takes a lot of effort to search for the hidden poison all over his body. The three or four great masters worked together at the beginning and it took a lot of effort, not to mention he was alone. Fortunately, only a trace was leaked, giving him time to force it out.

Not a problem.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely. It took him a whole morning to concentrate the poison spread all over his body. However, he could not force it out of the body and had to be trapped in the palm of his hand again. To the naked eye, it looked like a black mole the size of a grain of rice.

The dark spots are completely negligible.

At that time, he was exhausted, but the black-spotted poison on his right palm still leaked out unhurriedly. Zhao Zhengli's body instinctively launched a resistance, and his true energy fought against the poison uncontrollably. For the first time, he

For a moment, the internal organs are protected, allowing the true energy and poison to fight in the body.

This was repeated for a long time, barely achieving a delicate balance.

The originally fair and pretty face now looked sickly white, and her energy was far less than before. She was listless and looked sick.

It was almost noon when they left the room, but the Bi sisters were so anxious that they paced left and right outside the door. They had already made plans and barged in without any effort after noon.

The moment Taoist Master Zhao opened the door, the two sisters rushed to greet him. Seeing his sick appearance, they were full of doubts: "Taoist Master, what's wrong with you?"

Birou originally wanted to say "sickness", but you can cultivate to the master level and basically stay away from wind and cold viruses, unless you encounter problems in your cultivation or are persecuted by monks.

Daochang Zhao waved his hand sickly: "It's okay. I've been trying to refine the poison recently, so I've been thinking a lot."

A few simple words really scared the two sisters. He actually wanted to refine a Grandmaster level poison?

The considerate Birou is always able to comfort her immediately: "Taoist Master, can we help?"

The sickly Taoist priest looked at the two increasingly plump beauties and grinned: "It's getting cold, and now I'm feeling unwell. I'm missing one or two warm blankets!"

"Like hell!"

It can also make fun of people; it means that the problem is not big, the two sisters shyly raised their fists and gave them a blow.

"Cough cough cough!"

Daochang Zhao quickly pretended to cough. Seeing his sick appearance, the two sisters immediately became annoyed and started to act harder. Without thinking too much, they helped him from left to right.

The bad Taoist priest then showed a successful smile. The Bi family sisters realized that they were not angry and still helped him to the inn, restaurant and dinner table.

Two beauties were helping a man down from the guest room, one on the left and the other on the right. It was somewhat intriguing, and the strange looks in their eyes always gave people a tacit feeling.

The three of them ignored it, ordered three or five dishes for breakfast, and ate two lunches together.

Then he left under strange eyes. Daochang Zhao was in poor condition. The Bi family sisters held the reins and drove the horse. As soon as they left the town, they were attracted by the noisy crowd. Bi Rou got off the carriage to check, and came back with a serious look for a moment: "Xiao Dai has been killed.

!The death was very tragic.”

Just two sentences made Zhao Daochang frown. He walked toward the crowd with the support of the Bi sisters. He saw a thin and thin corpse lying in the distance, bleeding from seven holes, eyes wide open, pupils dilated, mouth and nose

Slightly open, it was obvious that he had been internally injured by the sound wave.

Zhao Zhengli squeezed out of the crowd and walked to the body. Through his eyes that were closed, he could vaguely see a figure, holding a drum and wearing long braids. This should be the most in-depth scene before his death.

I also found that his sternum was sunken. When he opened his clothes, he saw a concave palm print. Judging from the size of the palm print, he was a woman.

Zhao Zhengli wiped his angry eyes with both hands and said solemnly: "I'll take note of his appearance and I will take revenge on you."

The eyes followed Zhao Zhengli and then he closed them with peace of mind. The onlookers talked one after another. It turned out that someone had tried to wipe their eyes earlier, but failed. The soldiers of the small town pavilion on the side also identified the three of them as family members and hastily concluded the marriage.

If no one claimed the case after noon, they would bury it casually. This kind of fighting in the world would happen every now and then, and it was not uncommon.

Zhao Zhengli put away the long sword he was clenching tightly, and found that his other hand was still clenched in a fist. When he opened it, he found a few grains of broken silver. He thought he had really taken some silver last night.

Zhao Daozhang calmed down, and then he paid for the help of people in the town to buy a piece of land and bury him. Zhao Zhengli laid the burial in person. Then he erected an inscription and burned paper money. It was already afternoon, and Zhao Zhengli laid the ground in Xiaodai's house.

Sitting quietly in front of the grave, he was waiting for someone to come to his door. He placed the body in plain sight at the entrance of the town. Naturally, he had a hidden meaning.

Less than two inches before the sun set, two strangers walked slowly from the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their silhouettes very long. They were both dressed as Tibetan people, wearing robes connected with animal skins and coarse cloth. One was a man and one was a woman. The man had fluffy curly hair.

Gong, the woman braided long braids and held the drum, their faces were red and sometimes black. This was because the sunshine in western Tubo was too long. Zhao Zhengli focused his eyes on the woman holding the drum. The shadows left by her and Xiao Dai's pupils were nine.

imaging.

The two are among the four great Dharma protectors of Tubo. The female is called Gu Lan, the fourth Dharma protector. The Dharma drum in her hand is also known as the "Human Skin Dharma Drum". It is one of the eight sacred weapons of Tubo. It was made by a deaf-mute virgin girl who was skinned alive.

This method can stimulate the soul and penetrate the soul directly.

The man's name is Lafu Bolan, the second protector. The gong in his hand is called "soul-suppressing". It is made from blood sacrifices all year round. When paired with Tubo's "Six-Character Mantra", it can increase the number several times by beating it.

The sisters of the Bi family were ready to fight at any time, and the sick Taoist priest waved to the two of them: "You two are no match for them!"

After saying that, he slowly stood up holding Xiao Dai's long sword.
Chapter completed!