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The smell of blood drifted away, and Arthur Nikko stepped lightly, landing on the ground. On the old face under the bronze mask, the narrow scar was twisted like a snake.

"Son of Holy Son! Escape!" The three old servants who remained in the disaster exclaimed in horror and cried out in horror, and their bodies kept retreating.

Lin Tianlang was so scared that he trembled all over. He wanted to escape, but his crotch seemed to have roots and nailed him to the horse's back. He couldn't believe it, and touched the blood mist stained on his cheeks, his expression became more and more terrified.

"Hmph!" Jia Shijiu shouted angrily, his body blurred, turned into a phantom, and he caught up with the three old servants who had fled and twisted their necks.

Then he looked at the horrified Lin Tianlang and waited for Zhao Wujiang to give orders.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Lin Tianlang screamed in horror, and the regret in his heart surged like a tumultuous sea, and his body sitting on the back of a horse kept trembling.

"Kill." Zhao Wujiang said lightly.

Lin Tianlang kept screaming:

"Don't kill me, I can give it to you..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, his heart exploded into a cloud of blood mist. His words choked in his throat, fell heavily on the horse's back, and then fell to the ground.

Jia Shijiu searched Lin Tianlang and found two small white jade bottles with red paper sticking on them, with golden pink characters "Fengyueyin" on them, and also found a green wood token.

The token is in all directions, the vertical is half an inch longer than the horizontal, and simple patterns are carved on both sides, such as an inverted "convex" and a "concave".

"Peace Master, Hehuan Sect's token and winter medicine!" Jia Shijiu handed the token and "Fengyue Yin" to Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang looked at it and said in confusion: "Winter medicine?"

Jia Shijiu clasped his fists and explained respectfully:

"Hehuan Sect has always had a simple and deep conversation with others. Because winter is deep and shallow, spring is changed to winter. They called all the elixirs in the sect as winter medicine!"

The fancy ones are just spring... Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly, putting the winter medicine into his arms with no expression on his face. At the same time, as an old driver, he could see the mystery of the token pattern at a glance.

When the concave and convex are combined, it is a character called "Dan".

"What are you collecting this kind of thing?" Gu Nanyuan was puzzled. The winter medicine of Hehuan Sect in the Jianghu made many pearls of the high-ranking government terrified.

"Doctors are upright. For doctors like me, this is just a combination of several medicinal herbs." Zhao Wujiang was serious:

"I am interested in pharmacology. Only by understanding more pharmacology can we better cure diseases and save people."

.....

Wangzhou, Zhongnan, Putuo Temple.

Zhao Wujiang and the other four arrived on horseback.

At this time, there were many tourists from the rivers and lakes outside the temple. When they saw Zhao Wujiang and others, they just looked at him with suspicion and then looked away.

Now that the tomb of the Sweeping Monk is about to open, more and more experts from the martial arts world are coming, and they are no longer surprised by the various costumes of various sects.

Zhao Wujiang stopped the horse and tied the horse outside the temple. The sect that is now here claims to be a famous sect and is still disdainful to steal horses.

Gu Nanyuan dismounted, her steps were light, and her eyes under the bronze mask were excited. She grabbed Zhao Wujiang's wrist and said happily:

"I'm home now..."

Your grandfather is not a monk from Putuo Temple, right? No, the monks in Putuo Temple have very strong precepts, so how can they let women be in the temple?

Zhao Wujiang was surprised. He originally wanted to come and investigate the situation of the monk's tomb first, and then planned to take Gu Nanyuan home for a look. Unexpectedly, Gu Nanyuan actually said that this place was home, which made him particularly confused.

Jia Er San and Jia Shi Jiu also showed doubts. They had been walking in the world for many years and had never heard of the hidden women in Putuo Temple, nor did they hear of any eminent monk having children.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang's puzzled expression, Gu Nanyuan pursed her lips: "Are you afraid of seeing my grandfather?"

What is this? It makes me feel like seeing a parent... Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly and was pulled into the hall by Gu Nanyuan.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw many figures that made him feel oppressed.

For example, a man in blue, a man in blue, and an old man holding a sword.

What made him feel even more solemn was a skinny old monk sitting upright in the middle of the hall. Although he had no fluctuations in his cultivation, he had an intuition that this old monk could hang up and beat everyone in the hall.

This old monk thought he was Master Kuzhu, the junior brother of Master Kuxuan, the sweeping monk... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the arrival of the four of them attracted some attention.

Many people speculated about the identities of Zhao Wujiang and the other four, but quickly shook their heads. There was no major sect in the world who had such costumes. I think Zhao Wujiang and the other sects came from insignificant minor sects.

Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan stepped forward and bowed:

"Master Kuzhu."

"You two juniors, go..." Master Kuzhu said lightly, but if everyone has keen perception, he can feel that Master Kuzhu's tone is much gentler, just like they usually treat their younger generations.

This subtle change in attitude made them confused, but they didn't care too much. Even if the master is the first to enter the back mountain, he will be blocked by the tomb guardians.
Chapter completed!