Haomai Xiansheng

Behind the man in black who was killed by the poor monk, there was another man in black. When he saw the brother in front of him stop, he quietly shook out a puff of misty smoke.The remaining poison on the knife was corroding the life of the victim bit by bit, he became colder and blacker bit by bit, and then, there was no more.

The poor monk didn't move his upper body, his brows were crooked with a smile, and he quietly pulled out the knife in his hand.She felt the breathing of another person, but she didn't care about it. She calmly opened a pair of eyes adapted to the darkness in the car, and held the short knife pulled out of her belly with her dry and dirty hands.Fang Diji was very satisfied with this knife. This knife was a pair with the other knife she usually put in her boot, the Yuanyang knife.Mandarin ducks sympathize.

There are poems to praise: Biyu is famous and advocated, and her husband and son-in-law serve Zhonglang.The peach blossoms cover the well, and the Kinmen half-hidden hall.When Shi Xin came down, it was like a pair of mandarin ducks.It's still early when the rooster crows, and Dongwu is still in the dark.

Fang Diji didn't make this pair of short knives, but Fang Luo spent half a month making them for her when everything was settled down, the young emperor completely controlled the court, and the country and the country were singing and dancing.That's right, Fang Luo not only has blacksmith skills, but also learned how to make gold and silver jewelry, which all stem from their past.But those need not be mentioned again.

Fang Diji only knew that Fang Luo used the most precious iron materials on these two knives to make them look like her lost beloved short knives, and also inlaid beautiful patterns with gold beads on the scabbard. The pattern of Fang Diji's mother's cottage flag.

There are poems to praise: mandarin ducks use their own relatives, it is better to fly together.Although others are allies, their flesh and blood are natural.Uncle Mu Kang, the Duke of Zhou, and Guan Cai are rumors.Zi Zang let Qiancheng, and Ji Zha admired his talents.

The man in black raised his long sword, squinted his eyes and tried his best to see the outline of the man lying on the carriage in the darkness, and then stabbed down as hard as he could.

At the same time, the dagger in Fang Diji's hand pierced his stomach.

Because the person lying on the carriage was not Fang Diji at all, but a man in black who had been killed before.This carriage is too narrow and there are too many things piled up, a thick figure in black is enough to block the sight of the brothers behind, and they walked into this dark and narrow carriage under the light of stars and moons. , the attention has to be diverted by the surrounding sundries.

The poor monk was wearing a straight gown that was neither black, nor blue, nor brown, and had a dirty face that was neither yellow, nor white, nor red. Lying in the dark, it was as hard to be seen as a large piece of dirt.

Similarly, the too narrow carriage and the tightly closed door curtains also increased the effect of the smoke-inducing medicine, and the antidote taken by the man in black was not enough to undo such a strong dose of medicine, which made him appear in a trance.Although Fang Diji didn't have the antidote in her mouth, she kept holding the treasure of the fairy family, the calming pearl, which can cure all kinds of poisons, in her mouth.

Although her wound hadn't healed due to the poison, she could ignore the pain and move appropriately because of the tightened fire raccoon cloth and the precious medicine left by the god of medicine.Although the internal strength passed down by those people could not be included in her abandoned dantian, it relieved her sore meridians and made her body a little more flexible.

Zhang Hua was fought by several people and was forced to stay several meters away from the carriage.In this short distance, a thin and nimble black figure rushed over, lifted the curtain as easily as an ape picking a peach, revealing the appearance of the man in black sitting with his legs crossed in the carriage.

"Ah? You got it?"

Fang Diji kicked hard, and the dead man in black threw himself into his arms, scaring him so much that the thin man in black yelled: "Ball!"

Fang Diji wiped it away with a knife, and the man in black raised his hand to block it, only to hear the crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting slowly spreading in the wild.

Fang Diji, who was dressed as a poor monk this time, cursed secretly, who would have expected that the man in black would wear a pair of iron fists wrapped in light yellow cloth, which looked like human hands in the dark.She was secretly annoyed: after losing her internal energy, not only would it be inconvenient to heal her wounds and move around, but even her eyes would become so bad.

The skinny man in black snorted, and exclaimed in surprise, "Come down and fight me."

The poor monk chuckled twice in a hoarse voice: "Benefactor, why bother to wield knives and guns on such a beautiful day? It's better to sit down and drink."

The man in black said: "All those who pretended to be Empress Di Ji were killed, only you, a bald donkey, still have some skills. But you have no internal strength."

The poor monk smiled with crooked brows and thirteen wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "The benefactor is too famous, the poor monk is ashamed." He raised his knife sharply to block the fist that the man in black was hitting, and it was as crisp as a bell. 'Voice.But it was different. Not only did the poor monk not accept the move, but he took advantage of the situation and wiped his knife along his iron palm to his wrist.

If her internal strength was still there, with just one blow, the man in black's hands and head would have fallen to the ground.pity……

The man in black still punched her unhurriedly, as if trying to force out all her exquisite moves.The poor monk did not let him down either. He used his strength to fight every move. Even though he was physically inconvenient, he could dodge and move around with his arm strength in this narrow place with support around him.

The man in black punched the monk in the chest, and the monk leaned back and kicked him in the abdomen.The man in black jumped up, and was about to knock down Huashan Mountain with a pair of iron fists, when the monk turned sideways and slammed down, and the short knife would have pierced in if it was an inch longer.

Zhang Hua is still fighting hard, and the beauty of the battle formation is that they can cover each other's mistakes, not only preventing their own side from being injured, but also severely injuring the opponent's negligence.

He struggled to support, the sword was so fierce that it was almost manic, and he even disregarded himself a little bit, and was almost injured several times.Fortunately, he has a light body and strong feet, and he can always hide by wiping his clothes.

Ten people formed a battle formation, trapping Zhang Hua in it.

Zhang Hua struggled in the stormy attack, he knew what to do now, there are only two ways to break it: fast, fast sword, the other party has one sword and you have already made ten swords, then you can hug Live without loss of life, if the opponent makes one sword and you make eleven swords, one of the swords will attack others, but Zhang Hua is not enough.The other is to shock them with internal force and then kill them, but Zhang Hua can't do that either.

He is like a waver following the tide, flying up and down among the sword lights.Beads of sweat on his face had flung onto the faces of those besieging him, stinging their eyes.

Suddenly everyone's moves became chaotic, because another group of people came.A group of people wearing neither the shape of the prime minister's mansion nor any kind of night clothes they have seen. They are dressed openly, without masks or baotou, just like a cook holding a kitchen knife, they are not afraid of being seen arrive.

Zhang Hua was a little panicked. He tried his best to look at Fang Diji while dealing with the Sifang sword, and saw her pounce forward unaffected, and killed the man in black who was also looking back.He felt relieved, and said: I should be like my mother and stay calm. What she has experienced is scarier than mine. She can do whatever she wants without being moved, and I should do the same.So Zhang Hua cheered up and killed two people while he was distracted.

Those who showed their faces rushed over and killed all the people who were still covering their faces.Very bluntly, seemingly without any scruples, Zhang Hua struggled to the point where he was exhausted, sighed and took a step back before steadying his steps.After seeing the martial arts of this group of people, he also became very calm and no longer nervous... If he is completely defeated, he no longer needs to be nervous.

"According to the emperor's secret order, arrest Fang and punish him immediately", the last man in black could no longer utter the words.He was killed.

The poor monk wiped the dirty knife with his dirty clothes, sat on the ground reluctantly raised his head, and smiled slightly: "It's you? Go, don't be seen."

Two middle-aged men rushed over to help her up from the ground, some kind of emotion that Zhang Hua couldn't understand stirred in their eyes. "We would rather follow you."

These people are not young anymore, the oldest one has two temples, and the younger ones have passed their thirties.Everyone is so excited, like a loyal servant seeing a long-lost master, but getting closer, like brothers who have been separated for a long time reunited suddenly, but with a little respect.Zhang Hua leaned on the horse and looked at them secretly.

The faces of these people were red, their eyes were moist, and their lips trembled with excitement. Everyone stood very relaxed in front of Fang Diji holding a knife, but proudly straightened their spines and held their heads high.

The poor monk smiled even more happily, looked at the few people, and nodded with emotion: "Ten years ago, I couldn't ask for it, but now, I can't."

The old man with frosted temples took a step forward and solemnly bowed his hands: "Fang Nvxia, I haven't seen you in ten years." The other person rushed forward and said before he finished his polite words: "You can't let your brothers watch you go to die. "While speaking, she walked over and held her veins, Fang Diji didn't hide, and looked at them excitedly.

The poor monk suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that I was not willing to die." She said seriously: "I, Fang Diji, can't just watch my brothers go to die and live alone. Since you have retreated to the countryside, don't"

"The pursuers are right behind, it's too late to say more." The old man blew his whistle, and a few tall horses came running in the distance. The old man said, "You two are riding on the trails to avoid the pursuers. I'll send someone to pretend to be Zhang Hua and lead them away. Soldiers."

What Zhang Hua wanted to say, he said: "You are Zhang Hua, we are all old acquaintances of your mother."

Fang Diji had some guilt in her eyes, and she sat in the carriage and said with an apologetic face: "Old fellows, I can't listen to you. If the surname Fang runs away, no one will spare you. If the surname Fang is caught by the pursuers Now, there are more people who can’t spare you. Listen to me, you guys go back and change your clothes to find a red lady, drink flower wine and complain a little, and that’s it. The surnamed Fang is sincere today, Qingshan is not old, green The water flows forever, we brothers will meet later."

There was an unconcealable disappointment on the old man's face, and he straightened his back even more: "If the old horse knows the way, are we old people useless?"

Fang Diji sighed and said with a comforting smile, "Don't forget the oath of the past. Do you still remember?"

All the people said in unison: "Glory to my emperor's base, and the spirit to work together. Rituals and punishments, transforming Mu and self-proclaiming. Like Yun Han, it is Zhang Yutian. Allowing the neutralization to come to the common people. Xuanhua is far away, and it is a sign of the world. The shape of the track. How to respect virtue is to make [-]% of it."

Fang Diji said: "The gold and iron horse surnamed Fang have been shining for thousands of years, so you can't break your oath. Brothers, please go back."

The old man endured and endured, and said loudly: "Fang Nuxia, Zhang Hua, you two go away. The old man won't go with you. But the old man stays here to kill people, you can't control it."

Fang Diji cupped her fists on the carriage and said loudly, "Thank you."