The orioles sing and the green willows sing, and the wind ruffles the blue waves.
Yuexi Ziqing huddled in the pool, with only her head exposed. Everyone saw that her face was slightly green, her lips were purple, and her teeth were chattering. It was obvious that the water in the pool was a little cold, which made her very uncomfortable.
She looked around for a while, then said with shy eyes: "Senior Brother Yang, Senior Long... my dress is all wet, please turn around... and take care of me, and don't let the nearby spring outing people come near. Tan Ming! Come and help me, sister, and take me to bake this dress..."
Tan Ming immediately agreed. Regardless of whether the little monkey's rags were dried or not, he quickly gathered them into a ball and threw him into his arms. He pushed him aside and did not allow him to peek at his sister. .
When Tan Qing saw that several people had turned their backs, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly from the pool, and walked up to the bank step by step. He then held Tan Ming's shoulders and walked towards the small pile of firewood. go.
At this time, Yang Chaoxi had already taken off his linen robe, folded it a few times, listened to the voice to identify the position, and then threw it behind his head: "Little Zen Master Tan Ming, let your sister put this on first to avoid catching a cold."
Tan Ming took it casually and said "That's good". Then he took his sister and sat down by the fire, muttering: "Sister! It seems that you want to practice this Qing Gong, so you have to grab a lantern and come over at night. ...so as not to be seen by my brother-in-law before I even walk through the door... Oops!"
Tan Ming was talking to himself when he was unexpectedly slapped on the back of his neck by a cold jade hand, which immediately aroused goosebumps all over his body: "Why are you hitting me?! I'm thinking of you too!"
"Turn around, too!" Tan Qingbo said angrily, "You're young, who did you learn these bastard words from?! Give me Senior Brother Yang's robe. Sister, you don't have to peek when I change my clothes! Give them to me! Go to the other side and look out for the wind!"
Tan Ming reluctantly pushed the linen robe to Tan Qing, then turned around and muttered: "Humph! It's not like I haven't seen it before. When I was a child, I took a bath in a basin... …Besides, she’s so young, but she’s far behind my mother…Ah! Hit me again!”
Before Tan Ming could take a few steps away, he was hit by a dead branch on the bare back of his head, which was very painful. It seemed that my sister was really angry, and she quickly stopped talking. All she heard was "rustling" behind her. There was the sound of putting on and taking off clothes, and then there was the sound of wet embroidered shoes grazing the grass, making a small "swirling" sound. Maybe it was my sister who was looking for firewood to put up the soaked dress and put it on the bed again. Bake dry over fire.
All four of them turned their backs and did not look at what was happening next to the fire behind them.
About the time before a cup of tea was served, he heard a scream behind him, as if Tan Qing had encountered something creepy. Tan Ming turned his head disdainfully, wanting to see whether his sister had encountered a field mouse or a centipede. I saw a masked man in black, who had tied up my sister, stuffed a rag in his mouth, and was about to kidnap me, when he shouted angrily: "Who is this! Put down my sister!"
The man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a strong killing intent, and immediately waved his hand. Hearing the sound of piercing the air, two rays of silver light shot out, one went straight to the heart, and the other hit the face, both of which were destined to kill. Tricks.
Tan Ming was stunned, he had no way to avoid it! He saw two rays of silver light that were about to pass through his throat and chest. He only heard two clear sounds of "ding ding!", and the two silver rays of light were immediately blocked by a sword. Cutting down among the grass, there were two flying knives that looked like feathers.
"Iron Feather Flying Sword? You are Cuifu Shanling Guard!" Yang Chaoxi lowered his sword to his side and said coldly.
The man in black smiled solemnly: "That's right! If you want your junior sister Qin to be safe, then come with us. Otherwise... tsk tsk! Such a charming woman can be captured and eaten by the brothers. Haha!"
At this time, the old beggar Long Zaitian also ran over, holding a thick dead branch in his hand: "I am just a house slave who looks after the house and the courtyard. How capable is he to dare to say such nonsense? Let's eat the old beggar first.
stick!"
While he was talking, Long Zaitian had already swung his stick up, struck first, and struck the man in black diagonally.
The man in black didn't panic. He held Qin Qing in one hand and whistled. Immediately, more than a dozen mountain guards in black appeared from behind nearby willow trees, shrubs, and boulders and stopped him.
In front of Long Zaitian, the Shanling Guards all held double-barrier knives. Without waiting for Long Zaitian to react, they surrounded him with their knives and slashed at his vitals.
Tan Ming, the little monkey was weak and weak, and Yang Zhaoxi was worried that the two of them would be harmed, so he carried the two of them and ran to a pavilion in the distance. Qian warned them and told them not to come out and cause trouble. Then he ran again.
Where Huilong was fighting with Shanling Guards in Tian, he saw that the man in black who had just captured Tan Qing had rushed into Jingshanfang to the south.
The dragon fought and roared in the field: "Young friend Yang! Go and save Tan Yatou first! Just hold these people back!"
Although the Shanling Guards were not as skilled as Long Zaitian, there were many of them and they were only engaged in fighting, but they still surrounded Long Zaitian so tightly that it was difficult to escape for a while. When these Shanling Guards saw Yang Chaoxi, they really left the old beggar behind.
, first chased Tan Qing, and immediately separated a few people, pretending to stop him.
However, Yang Chaoxi knew that these mountain guards were all coming for him. They had just kidnapped Tan Qing in order to lure him over and throw himself into a trap, so that he could be at their mercy. So when he made the move, he did not hold back any more and used a mysterious weapon.
The sword shook out several sword flowers, and immediately opened two bloody mouths on the two mountain feather guards who were unable to dodge. Taking advantage of the pain of the two, they stood out to block them and continued running south.
When the Shanling Guards saw how fierce his swordsmanship was, their pupils shrank, and they all took out their iron feather flying knives and threw them at his back.
“Ding ding ding ding!”
Yang Zhaoxi heard the sound of wind blowing behind her, and murderous intent came over her. She quickly turned around and blocked it with her sword. Most of the flying knives were knocked to the ground, but the smaller half hit her upper body, making a crisp sound, and then bounced to the ground again.
Several mountain guards looked at it with their eyes wide open. One of them lost his voice and said: "This kid knows the 'Iron Shirt Kung Fu'?"
Another person glared at him: "A little Taoist priest, which monk would teach him the 'Iron Shirt Technique'? He must be invulnerable if he wears mail armor."
The rest of the Shanling Guards all nodded with conviction. However, they heard the man just now exclaim in surprise: "That kid is unscathed and is about to run away! Let's catch up quickly and don't ruin the plan of the captain!"
Several Shanling Guards kept moving and immediately chased after Yang Zhaoxi, all the way south, and also rushed into Jingshanfang.
Yang Zhaoxi practiced the Qinggong skill of "crossing the river with a reed" and pursued him all the way. Unexpectedly, the man in black was carrying Tan Qing and was not slow at all, leading him in circles among the houses and shops of Jingshanfang.
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He caught up with the man in black several times, but the man in black put a sword on Tan Qing's neck, forcing him to step back. After the man in black ran a few feet away, he took another step forward.
I chased him wildly, my heart was extremely anxious, but there was nothing I could do.
Like this, one chasing and one escaping.
Chasing from Jingshanfang to Gong'anfang, and from Gong'anfang to Wenwenfang, Yang Zhaoxi could never find a chance to rescue Junior Sister Qin. But the mountain guards around him were gathering more and more, like flies, which was annoying.
chaos.
A group of mountain guards mingled with the man in black carrying Tan Qing. Sometimes they formed a formation and fought with him with swords; sometimes they threw out several iron feather flying knives to block his figure. But Tan Qing
Qing Ye was taken advantage of by other mountain guards and tied up with a cloth bag. Even though he struggled hard, it was to no avail.
Yang Chaoxi was panting like an ox, and his head was covered with hot sweat. Looking at the cloth bag in front of him, who was struggling more and more weakly, he felt a fire rising from his heart and could not control himself. The two qi in the sky were surging and flowing powerfully, and many inner qi were flowing.
The breath overflowed from the sweat pores, half of it collected in the legs, and the other half gathered in the right hand, causing the Xuantong sword to buzz in waves, as if it wanted to drink blood and fly out.
Several Shanling Guards got a little closer, and suddenly felt the murderous intent coming over them, and their hair stood on end. By the time they were about to scatter and escape, it was already too late.
I saw a few flashes of black light, each person's forearm was empty, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang on the palm. The warm liquid splashed all over the face, making people sickly and sweet; the severe pain instantly spread throughout the body, and he was hit.
The mountain feather guard's face was like gold paper, and he almost fainted.
Seeing how ruthless this kid was, the other Shanling Guards had some eyes spitting fire and some with gloomy eyes, but no one dared to rush forward and fight with him.
Yang Chaoxi seemed to be half crazy. His eyes were red and his face was full of murderous intent. He held the Xuantong sword and ran straight towards the man in black. It seemed that the person trapped in the bag was no longer Tan Qing, but his childhood sweetheart Lin'er.
Girl, the eyes of the man in black are three-quarters like Guan Dashi and seven-quarters like Niu Pang'er. He is really disgusting!
When the man in black heard the screams of his men, he knew that the little Taoist priest had become crazy, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Then he whistled again, ordering the mountain guards to disperse. He ran a few steps quickly and turned into a narrow road on the right.
Immediately running towards the end of the winding alley, a truck with oil-filled walls that had been prepared got into the carriage carrying a cloth bag.
When the coachman knew that the captain had succeeded, he swung his whip down hard, leaving streaks of blood on the two round horses' buttocks. The two horses whined several times, spread their iron hooves, and ran forward as if they were running for their lives. The wheels rumbled,
The song resounded throughout the square, causing dogs to bark.
Yang Zhaoxi chased after the car with murderous intent. When the oil-walled car turned and slowed down, he jumped up and got into the oil-walled car with a long sword protecting his chest.
The carriage was covered with curtains on all sides, making it difficult for light to enter, and it was dark. The rumble penetrated into the carriage and was deafening in all directions.
Yang Zhaoxi huddled in a corner, holding his sword and tilting his ears, trying to adapt to the dim light. After a moment, he saw a quiet cloth bag lying in front of him, but the figure of the man in black was missing.
Without any time to think, he quickly untied the bag and pulled it open: Tan Qing's eyes were closed, her cheeks were rosy, and she was breathing evenly, as if she had been drugged by the man in black, and she was still wearing his linen robe.
.Through the linen robe, you can still see the shallow ravines and towering peaks, a scene full of spring...
Yang Chaoxi suddenly flew up with a palm, hit her face, and cursed secretly: "Yang Chaoxi, Yang Chaoxi! At this time, Junior Sister Qin is not out of danger, and you are still looking at her body. You are really worse than a pig or a dog. If you are harmed by this,
If you save her innocent life, don't you regret it for the rest of your life?
At this moment, a strange "dinging, banging, banging" sound suddenly emerged from the rumbling sound.
Yang Zhaoxi's heart sank, and he felt something was wrong. He hurriedly picked up the unconscious Tan Qing and went to lift the curtain behind the car. Unexpectedly, the tentacles were stiff and cold, more like an iron cage made of cast iron; he moved toward the two sides again.
Touching the small window on the side, there are also iron bars as thick as gun barrels.
Yang Zhaoxi was shocked and angry: Where is this oil-walled truck? It is clearly a prison truck escorting heinous criminals!
The oil-walled truck was racing along the lanes and streets. The sound of the wheels was loud and earth-shattering, attracting the attention of some ordinary people.
After hearing that someone was chasing and fighting with weapons in the square, the guards who realized it later finally rushed over. However, after a search, they could not find the shadow of the person fighting?
The leading bad guy immediately called the person who reported the news, kicked and scolded him, and then reprimanded him.
The sharp-eyed bad guard pointed at the ostentatious oil-walled truck passing through the market, indicating that the bad guy could take them up to check it out and get some money on the way. Unexpectedly, the bad guy immediately slapped the bad guard on the back of the head.
Above: "You are blind! Didn't you see that it was Cui Mansion's chariot? How dare you pluck the hair from the tiger's mouth, and your head was kicked by a donkey?"
The bad guard had no choice but to cover the back of his head, not daring to say a word for a while, and watched the oil-walled truck gradually drive away with a resentful look on his face.