Handbook for Avoiding the Court

In the cave at the foot of Qingliang Temple's tomb, Fang Ji fought fiercely with the dead men for nearly two hours. The cave was filled with people lying in disorder. On and on and on and on and on and on and on.

Fang Ji retreated quickly along the road, constantly snatching the long sword from the dead man's hand. Fang Ji stared at the top of his head with bated breath. That was the place where the dead man took Master Cheng Ye away. Flying to the ground, he flipped back, kicked down several dead soldiers in the back row with both legs, and jumped to the top of the cave with a wave of his arms.

The top mezzanine is especially difficult, only about three or four feet high, and the passages are intricate, with many forks.

The dead men swarmed in front of them, the long sword in their hands gradually lost strength, beads of sweat rolled down from the temples, and entered the eye sockets, there was a moment of soreness, a pale smiling face flashed in a trance, Fang Ji With a low growl, the trembling dead man retreated a few steps in panic, not knowing what to do.

Beside the fence on the second floor of Qingliang Temple, the leader of the dead warrior Yu Anchang stood with his fingers hooked on the wine gourd hanging rope, listening to the distant and near sounds of fighting. In the middle of the drizzle, it slanted into the corridor, soaking half of his body, maybe he drank strong wine, but Yu An didn't care.

A shadow jumped up to the second floor, gesticulating with both hands in a hurry, Yu An lifted the lid of the jug, took a sip of the wine, pondered for a moment, and said: "Don't worry, tell Madam, I will take a good look at it, go."

The shadows made the flash disappear quickly into the rain.

Yu An put away the jug, pinned it to his waist, and jumped down to the second floor. As soon as he landed, there was a muffled sound, and the ground shook violently, awakening several sleeping nuns who pushed open the window, but were caught Yu An forced back into the room with a cold shining sword.

Yu An murmured that it was not good, and with the wind under his feet, he raised his hand to remove a tombstone, and a stone door burst open.

In the interlayer of the cave, Fang Ji had already collapsed half of the roof, and the dead man lay on the ground, wailing constantly.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if there were two flames, as if they were going to burn everything.

The cat killed all the way with his body, and he couldn't count how many knives he was hit on his body. This halfway was difficult, but he was used to it for the dead. Standing up, there really is something wrong here.

The inside was full of vermilion wooden boxes, Fang Ji opened the boxes to check one by one, and there was nothing but straw inside, Fang Ji couldn't help feeling extremely anxious.

"Where's Master Cheng Ye! Where's Master Cheng Ye!" Fang Ji roared over and over again, his voice resounding through the cave, echoing one after another, deafening and deterrent. The sword whizzed past, like peeling melons and fruits, the ground was full of stumps and broken bodies, bloody and cruel.

Fang Ji slashed forward without hesitation, like a broken bamboo, but stopped suddenly, and suddenly blocked a man in black with a green face and fangs mask, holding a sword blade gleaming with cold light in his hand.

Fang Ji was stunned, and there was a wave in his heart. The mask, the mask, was so familiar, but he knew that the person in front of him was an enemy, not the person he thought of.

Yu An raised his hand, and the dead soldiers behind him retreated one after another.

Yu An glanced at the mess on the ground from the corner of his eye, blood was flowing, it was horrible, he took a breath, angry and distressed in his heart, and with a little respect, he said: "Master Fang is really extraordinary, it hurts me With so many subordinates, I wonder how your mother will compensate me?"

Fang Ji was a little dazzled, because he was so busy these days, and he would not have time to rest in the future. After this desperate fight, he almost couldn't stand still, but he tried his best to control himself and said, "Where is Master Cheng Ye!"

The voice was angry, anxious and tired.

Yu An smiled lightly, a ferocious mask covered his entire face, he said slowly: "Why are you looking for Master Cheng Ye in such a hurry?"

Fang Ji glanced at the mask with blue face and fangs, and couldn't help being annoyed in his heart. He knew it well, but deliberately pretended to be garlic with himself.

"After fighting for half a night, you don't know my purpose?" Fang Ji said sarcastically, but his right hand that was clenched to the broken sword shook untimely. It will burst out in a moment, the top of the head seems to be smoking, and the whole body is stiff and trembling.

Yu An carefully sized up this strange-looking Young Master Fang, he was very puzzled, and thought to himself, could it be that he was frightened by my vigor?How could he shake like this?

Then he took a look at Fang Ji's ashen face, could it be that he has become obsessed with practicing kung fu?

Yu An approached quickly, stretching out his hand to grab Fang Ji's shoulder.

Fang Ji dodged vigilantly, anticipating that the comer was not good, so he slashed at him without hesitation.

Yu An quickly dodged his head sideways, and said with a half-smile, "Master Fang is in good shape, and he is still full of energy after such a toss!"

Fang Ji frowned tightly, and right now he didn't want to get too entangled with this person, if he went on like this, he would probably end up being bound, his face was gloomy, his mind was in a mess, his eyes turned suddenly, Raising his hand and sweeping across, it was as sharp as lightning.

Yu An was unprepared, he thought that this mad young master would obediently go back with him, but he never thought that the other party was a tough nut to crack. He really didn't want to be polite not to let him hurt this person's life.

But then again, if it comes to fighting alone, Yu An may not be Fang Ji's opponent. However, Fang Ji has fought hard for too long, and this time his internal strength is at war again, which is really hard to say.

Concerned about Fang Ji's life, Yu An had no choice but to raise the hilt of his sword to block the flying palm. The powerful internal force shook Yu An back a few feet away, and his back slammed against the stone wall, feeling a chill in his heart. A wet and hot liquid dripped down the back, and the blue-faced fangs mask was shaken in two and fell to the ground, revealing a chiseled face.

Yu An subconsciously raised his sleeve to cover his face, seeing Fang Ji bowed his head in pain and did not look at him, then calmly took out a handkerchief from his arms and covered most of his face.

Fang Ji covered his chest with his left hand, and didn't raise his eyelids, let alone glance at the opposite side. Suddenly, Fang Ji flew out from the collapsed hole.

Yu An shouted loudly, and the dead rushed out, chasing after him.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, lightning flashed and thundered for a moment, the wind blew violently, and the moonlight was also eaten away. The sky seemed to be stained with ink, and it was pitch black, only occasionally flashing white lightning lights, accompanied by thunderclaps , very creepy.

The wind and cold rain made Fang Ji's feet swaying, stumbled, his body was already soaked, and there were many criss-crossing wounds, fine and dense, deep and shallow, which were washed by the rain and hurt like heart-piercing lungs.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, he hadn't rested well, and he was seriously injured, and his internal energy was running around uncontrollably. Fang Ji no longer had any strength to deal with the dead man who was chasing after him. He collapsed under a big tree , gasping for breath, the thunder in the sky exploded one after another, his face was terribly defeated by the lightning, the rain hit his face and it hurt, his eyes were dim, and blood flowed down his clothes.

Fang Ji was in so much pain that he closed his eyes, and Mo Jin's pale smiling face flashed in his mind over and over again, which made his heart ache so badly that he was suffocated.

With bursts of chest tightness and rampant internal energy, Fang Ji couldn't help coughing violently, as if his heart, liver and lungs were coughing up.

His sleeve covering his mouth was hot and humid for a while, his gray sleeve was already dyed red, and a flash of lightning struck him, making him look terrifying.

The footsteps are getting closer and faster, and Fang Ji's mood at this moment is probably nothing but despair.

He wiped the rainwater off his face, barely opened his eyes, stood up staggeringly with half of his long sword propped on the ground, he smiled coldly, if he couldn't bring Master Chengye back, Mo Jin would have no hope of surviving , That being the case, what is the point of all the efforts he has made, and life and death are no different to him.

Fang Ji stood there, quietly waiting for the enemy's arrival, with an indifferent expression on his face.

A shadow first appeared in front of him.

"If you want to kill me, do it, hurry up." Fang Ji's voice was wet with rain, and it didn't sound very real.

Yu An raised his sleeve to cover his forehead, and growled at Fang Ji: "Whoever wants to kill you, stop making trouble, Young Master Fang, come back with me!"

Fang Ji snorted coldly, the wound was burning hot, he couldn't help but bend his back, and he was even more dizzy from being hit by countless water drops, "You hand over my master, Master Cheng Ye, or I'd rather die than obey!"

"This, I'm sorry. But with your current appearance, I'm afraid it's up to you whether you follow me or not!" After speaking, the dead soldiers quickly assembled and approached in unison.

Fang Ji's hand holding the broken sword was a little tighter, his knuckles were already white, and his veins were protruding. The broken sword was violently attacked by cold rain and strong wind, and a huge sense of oppression swept over.

Yu An was startled, even though this person has been hurt so far, he still has strong inner strength and cannot be underestimated.

The dead soldiers rushing in the front row fell into one piece, unable to resist Fang Ji's offensive at all, so Yu An went up with a sword, regardless of how many people bully the few, taking advantage of those messy rules, if you can't If Fang Ji was tied back, he might not be able to explain himself again.

Before he could attack from the shore, Fang Ji fell down in the depression overflowing with muddy water with a muffled grunt, and his broken sword fell aside with a "clang".

Yu An was a little astonished, and then waved his hand, ordering everyone to stop attacking. He squatted down, felt Fang Ji's pulse with his knuckles, and the pulse was chaotic, as if there was nothing.

this?Is it really crazy?

Before he could think about it, Yu An lifted Fang Ji's knee with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around Fang Ji's back, and shouted: "Prepare the carriage! Hurry up!"

After a while, a large carriage roared by.

By the time Fang Ji regained consciousness, it was already morning. Fang Ji gently stroked his drowsy temples.

Fang Ji gritted his teeth, propped up half of his body, and glanced around. This is an extremely simple room with plain curtains, a square table, a few low stools, and a huge carved wooden cabinet. There is a small duck-shaped incense burner, with dark fragrance curling up.

It's really the first time I've seen someone put the censer up to the sky.

Fang Ji withdrew his gaze, there was nothing else to look at in this room, and he didn't know where he was and who was rescued by him.

If it was the leader of the dead who brought him back, shouldn't he be in Fangfu at this moment?Can he still hide himself?

Thinking that my master, Master Cheng Ye, was still missing, and I was in such a mess, time passed quickly in anxiety.

How long can Ah Jin last?

Fang Ji closed his eyes in pain, and the sunlight coming in through the window was so glaring, it made people restless.

Fang Ji wished he could bury himself in the darkness of the eternal night, as if that was the only way to calm himself down.

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