I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 15: The Old Naughty Boy and the Old Poison

The seven people headed by Zhao Zhijing did not wear Quanzhen Taoist robes, and they did not often move around in the martial arts world.

Therefore, although there were many martial arts people passing by along the road, most of them made secret guesses after looking at the swords carried by several people, and no one took the initiative to come forward and ask.

They traveled like this for most of the day, eating some dry food on the way. When the sun climbed to the middle of the sky, the city wall of Xianyang finally appeared in sight.

"Brother Zhao, judging from the situation, there should be quite a few sects gathered near Xianyang City."

In fact, there was no need to remind him, Zhao Zhijing had seen and heard a lot along the way.

The flag of the Shenquan Sect was hoisted the highest, the slogans of the Changhong Escort Agency were shouted the loudest, the monks of the Shaolin Temple had the brightest bald heads, and the Beggars' Sect came in the largest number of people.

In fact, making such a big fuss does not mean that they are determined to fight to the death with Huo Shigen.

On the contrary, when the situation here gets big, quite a number of people think that the root of trouble will retreat in the face of difficulties, so as to avoid a real encounter with this group of evil spirits.

After a brief thought, Zhao Zhijing guessed it was almost right.

"It's good to have them out in the open. At least they can attract some attention."

Zhao Zhijing did not think about entering the city, but followed the direction Chen Zhiquan said and headed directly to the small town south of Xianyang City.

When there are too many people around, it will be too late to do anything.

According to Zhao Zhijing's idea, these people's martial arts skills were mediocre, but they had a lot of bad rules.

A typical example of a man who is an expert in civil wars but a novice in foreign wars.

Rather than joining them and worrying about being stabbed at any time, it is better to be cautious with these seven people.

However, at this time, you have to change into Quanzhen Taoist robes to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Under Zhao Zhijing's arrangement, the group traveled another ten miles, and the scenery along the road gradually became desolate.

"Brother Zhao, this tree bears the mark of our Quanzhen Sect!"

Mark symbols are the means used by martial arts sects to convey information to each other.

Zhao Zhijing walked forward and took a closer look, and found that the mark carved on the tree was clear and complete, and the traces were relatively new, obviously left not long ago.

It seems that Chen Zhiquan and his companions encountered the corpse nearby. To be on the safe side, they left a mark in the door just in case.

"It looks like we are not far from our destination. Everyone, be alert. If anything goes wrong, we must immediately form a formation to meet the enemy!"

At this time, nearly two days had passed since Chen Zhiquan and his group encountered danger.

If Huoshigen really wanted to deal with Ouyang Feng, he would leave after the end regardless of success or failure.

Just be careful of possible zombies and traps.

The seven people cheered up and moved forward carefully. After walking a few hundred meters in the direction indicated by the mark, they saw a man running towards them while shouting "Old poisonous creature! Old stinky snake!"

Zhao Zhijing and others immediately used the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, but when this man came closer, everyone was shocked.

It turned out to be the "Old Naughty Boy" Zhou Botong.

"Oh my, it turns out you little ox noses are here to babysit this kid for me!"

Speaking of Zhou Botong, we have to go back to the second Huashan Sword Meeting more than ten years ago.

At that time, Zhou Botong arrested Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Hou Tonghai and others, and asked Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi to keep them under guard in Chongyang Palace.

Afterwards, in order to avoid Yinggu, he ran away from Huashan and was never seen again.

If Zhao Zhijing and Li Zhichang had not entered the sect early, they probably would not have recognized this old man with white hair and beard and ruddy complexion, who was their great-uncle Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong, who had not seen them for more than ten years and had always disliked the many rules of Quanzhen Sect, barely felt that one or two of them looked familiar, but recognized a few people mostly by their Quanzhen Taoist robes.

"Master" Zhou Botong was incredibly fast. Without waiting for the others to salute and greet him, he poked a child sandwiched under his left rib to the ground with one hand, then tapped the ground with his toes, twisted his body, and went back the way he came.

This simple stop and start movement is also the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill, but the ease with which it can be sent and received has made the Golden Goose Skill, which was originally not good at being performed in a small space, have a qualitative leap.

Not to mention the people present, even among the Seven True Men, no one could achieve such a level.

Only Zhao Zhijing knew that this must be the method of exerting power in the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Although it looks cool, I don't want to learn it at all. I just want to copy it down and take it back to my disciples to learn.
Things happened so quickly that everyone didn't have time to salute, so they could only look at the child left behind by Zhou Botong.

Although Zhou Botong said it was a child, this man looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, already a teenager.

Zhou Botong casually placed the young man on the ground, but he stood steadily, and it was obvious that he had certain martial arts skills.

He doesn't look like a Han Chinese, but he is handsome and tall, and he has an aristocratic air.

Everyone heard their uncle-master ordering them to take care of the young man, but they didn't know what was going on. They looked at each other, waiting for the leader Zhao Zhijing to make the decision.

"My name is Yelu Qi, nice to meet you seniors."

"Senior Zhou met a weird man who walked upside down in the town ahead, and he insisted on fighting with him."

"Because I was nearby, it was inconvenient for me to do anything, so I ran all the way here."

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, the young man explained the whole story. Each word he spoke was clear and calm, and he already had the demeanor of a great man.

Zhao Zhijing had actually already guessed the young man's identity, and when he said it himself, it turned out to be correct.

The strange man who walked upside down as mentioned by Yelu Qi, whom Zhou Botong also called "old poisonous creature" and "old stinky snake", must be Ouyang Feng without a doubt.

From this perspective, those people who caused the disaster ultimately failed to succeed.

"Let's quickly catch up and see who is trying to make things difficult for our uncle-master."

The seven of them still formed the Tiangang Beidou formation, protected Yelu Qi in the formation, and rushed in the direction where Zhou Botong came.

Not long after they got out, they heard a loud fight and then saw two figures circling each other. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of quick moves.

One of them was Zhou Botong, and the other had a high nose, deep eyes, and protruding hair and beard, like a hedgehog.

"Ouyang Feng!"

Zhao Zhijing shouted in his heart.

Unexpectedly, I met Ouyang Feng here again. Fortunately, Zhou Botong, one of the few people in the world who could compete with him, was also there.

Otherwise, if he had known that Ouyang Feng was here, he would not have turned around and ran away immediately, nor would he have moved forward so recklessly.

The two men attacked extremely quickly, with the wind from their palms whistling. One used the 72-move Kongming Fist, and the other used the Toad Skill, and the fight was difficult to determine who could win.

Zhou Botong was nearly eighty years old at this time, but he still had the nature of a naughty boy. He couldn't wait to see what new tricks Ouyang Feng had developed over the years, and he shouted and teased the already crazy Ouyang Feng.

"You old evil creature, you have been a scourge for thousands of years. How can you still live until now even though you are so crazy!"

"Hey, even though you're crazy, I still have to explain things to you."

"You didn't use that stinky bug and rotten snake formation, so don't say I took advantage of you!"

When Zhou Botong was on Peach Blossom Island, he was bitten by a poisonous snake raised by Ouyang Feng and almost died, so he became most afraid of snakes from then on.

Now when he saw Ouyang Feng again, he found that although he could no longer control the snake formation, he still spoke a few words and refused to suffer any loss.

It's the nature of a naughty boy.

(End of this chapter)