Only I know the rivers and lakes

Chapter 11

"Go as soon as possible?"

Li Zhidao frowned and suddenly shouted: "Oops!"

"What's wrong?" Yuan Feixue asked.

Ji Qiuqing also reacted, and sighed: "Horse."

"Go and have a look."

When Li Zhidao and the others quickened their pace and came to the stables, they saw all three horses lying listlessly on their sides.

"Ugh!"

Li Zhidao sighed heavily, and then called out, "Xiaoer! Xiaoer?"

"Here! Here, guest officer, what are your orders?" The waiter in the inn leaned out half of his body from the upstairs corridor and responded.

"How do you take care of my horse? I have a problem with my horse."

"what?"

"never mind!"

Knowing that the time was urgent, Li Zhidao didn't bother to entangle with Xiao Er, so he threw out a tael of silver and said, "I'll give you this silver first, and you can find me a veterinarian. You theory."

"We have to hurry up." After speaking, Li Zhidao jumped up, stepped on the handrail upstairs, turned around and went up to the roof.

Turning around and seeing them still on the ground, he urged, "Let's go."

"Hey." Ji Qiuqing responded, and flew up with lightness kung fu.

"Wait for me." Yuan Feixue followed closely behind.

"Tatatatat..." The three ran directly along the roof to the north gate.

"I said, don't you go buy a horse first?"

Taking advantage of the gap to take a breath, Ji Qiuqing asked, "Just keep running like this?"

"Let's go out of the city first."

If he went around to the horse market to buy three horses before going out of the city, it would take at least two quarters of an hour. If Anzi from the Demon Sect took the opportunity to make trouble, he didn't know how long it would be delayed.

After weighing the matter, Li Zhidao decided to leave the city quickly, and think about the matter of the horses after leaving the city.

"Why don't you ask the Beggar Gang?" Yuan Feixue asked from behind.

"The beggar gang also uses horses for urgent transmission of messages. How many disciples of the beggar gang do you usually see riding horses?" Li Zhidao said.

"That's right." She said no more, just followed Ji Qiuqing on her way.

Wuxi City is originally an important town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is adjacent to the Yangtze River in the north, Taihu Lake in the south, Suzhou in the east, Changzhou in the west, and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal runs through it.

After leaving the north gate, they encountered several caravans one after another. Unfortunately, most of them were carriages and needed horses to pull goods. They only bought one horse, and first let Ji Qiuqing and Yuan Feixue ride together.

A mile further on, he saw a man coming on horseback. Li Zhidao looked at the man dressed in a smart outfit, thought about it, stopped in the middle of the road, opened his arms and shouted: "Brother, please wait a moment."

"Call..."

The well-dressed man was about thirty years old, with a square face, beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and loose hair scattered behind his head.

He reined in his horse and asked, "Little brother, what is the purpose of stopping him?"

"Feel sorry!"

Li Zhidao cupped his fists and saluted, and said, "I and my two junior sisters left the city for urgent matters, so we didn't have time to buy a horse. This horse was bought by the caravan we stopped earlier."

The well-dressed man understood: "In other words, you want to buy my horse?"

Li Zhidao replied: "Yes, I wonder if brother is willing to make a move?"

"I don't care about money, but this horse doesn't belong to me, so I can't sell it."

"Oh, sorry for bothering you, brother."

"Wait a minute."

The well-dressed man called to Li Zhidao, who was about to leave, and said, "I wonder if the three of you are going on a long journey, or are you leaving the city temporarily and returning to Wuxi later?"

"I left the city temporarily, and I will come back."

"That's easy."

The well-dressed man got off his horse and said: "This horse can't be sold, but I can lend it to you temporarily. I see the three costumes, are they Wudang and Emei disciples?"

"Yes."

"I can trust the reputation of Wudang and Emei."

The well-dressed man handed the reins to Li Zhidao, and said, "If you come back to Wuxi, little brother, you can look for me at the Dongcheng county government."

Li Zhidao clasped his fists again and saluted: "Thank you, brother. I don't know the name of Gao, brother."

The handsome man smiled and said, "My surname is Tie, Xing Er, if you don't mind my little brother, just call him Brother Tie."

"My surname is Li, and my name is Zhidao. If there is no accident, I will be back in the afternoon."

Li Zhidao got on his horse and said, "Tomorrow at the latest, I must go to Brother Tie."

"Go." Tie Er waved his hand.

Qingyang Town is only more than twenty miles away from Wuxi City. Taoist Master Ziyang led the three accompanying disciples and walked slowly along the official road, trusting the reins.

Turning around a mountain pass, Taoist Ziyang suddenly reined in his horse and stopped.

"Woo..." The three accompanying disciples also stopped.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" one of the disciples asked.

Priest Ziyang ignored it, and only stared at a dense forest on the hillside on the right, shouting: "Come out."

The voice was not too loud, but it was low, slow and firm like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

"Hahaha..." There was a piercing laughter like a night owl on the hillside.

"I said that I can't hide it from Ziyang's old miscellaneous hair."

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, three people walked out of the dense forest.

The first person was a tall man dressed in fancy clothes, with a unique image, his appearance was like a wolf, especially his pair of eyes, which shone fiercely and frightened people's hearts.

The two behind are wearing black robes and white robes. They are tall and thin. They look very young at first glance, but they look very old when you look closely. Their cold faces make people shudder.

"Who are you?" Xuanzhen among the accompanying disciples pointedly asked.

With the sound of "choking", Xuantong Xuanjue also drew his sword out of its sheath and stood ready.

"Hmph, when the adults are talking, when is it the children's turn to interrupt." The black-robed man's tone was cold and sharp, and his speech was slow, as if he had been chiseled out of solid ice piece by piece, which made people feel chills all over.

"Hmph, the three of you are not young anymore, why should you be as knowledgeable as a group of juniors?" Priest Ziyang jumped up from his horse and landed in front of the three who blocked the way.

Holding the sword in hand, Taoist Ziyang asked: "The three of you are here, what are you doing here?"

"Hahaha, why bother to ask so much, old bastard, of course he came here to kill you." With a trembling of his hand, the man in Chinese clothes pulled out from nowhere a shiny golden steel mace about three feet long.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in rich robes had already raised his mace and attacked, followed by two figures, one black and one white, also approaching him. The man in black robe shot out his right hand and intersected with the left palm of the man in white robe.

With a sound of "bang", a spiral energy that was almost visible to the naked eye rolled up from the hands that were handed over by the two, and the black and white figures suddenly accelerated, coming first and then attacking together with the steel mace.

"Humph!"

Daoist Ziyang drew his long sword out of its sheath, and performed a series of deadly sword techniques, transforming into three sword shadows to meet him.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them were fighting together. Three figures, one black, one white, and one gray, circled around the middle, but they could not get within three feet of Taoist Priest Ziyang.

The man in fine clothes looks to be in his 50s or [-]s, but he is actually older than Taoist Priest Ziyang, who has half-white hair and beard. He only has a lot more years of practice, but now he joins forces with the two of them and still can't defeat each other.

When he remembered what he had boasted about as "handy to grab", he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment, and raised another [-]% with his hands.

Although Daoist Ziyang felt the pressure increased greatly, he still held on.

The most important thing in Wudang School martial arts is roundness and smoothness, continuous and continuous. Although Taoist Ziyang failed to learn Taiji swordsmanship, he integrated Taiji mentality into serial killing swordsmanship. 72 sword moves, odd and positive, The changes were complicated and continuous, and the heavy sword screen blocked all the attacks of the three people.

Seeing that he couldn't intervene at all, Xuan Zhen at the side turned his head and said to the two juniors: "Xuantong, Junior Brother Xuanjue and I are here to fight for the uncle, you hurry to Wuxi City to ask for help."

"Yes, senior brother, I'll go right away. Drive!"

Although this place is only eleven or twelve miles away from Wuxi City, it takes more than twenty miles to go back and forth.

But whether Ziyang Taoist priest can persist for so long is the second, the key is whether he can walk?

"Hmph, want to ask for help? Can you leave now!" The voice of the white-robed man was low and hoarse, completely opposite to the voice of the black-robed man.

Xuanzhen saw only a white shadow and chased after him. He tried to intercept but couldn't catch up. He could only shout: "Junior brother, be careful!"

With one person gone, Taoist Priest Ziyang's pressure suddenly decreased. He knew that the opportunity was rare, so his sword force changed from defense to offense, and his moves were fierce, like the surge of the Yangtze River, or like the tide of the sea, sweeping towards the two of them like the sky and the earth. go.

The man in the Chinese robe was better off, he had strong skills and was able to hold weapons, and he resisted them all. However, the man in the black robe was in a worse situation. His left arm was stabbed by a sword and blood gushed out.

Although the man in black stopped the bleeding immediately, he couldn't help shouting: "Come on!"

"coming!"

The man in white slapped Xuantong on the back, not only knocked him off the horse, but the horse neighed and fell to the ground, seeing that he would not survive.

"Senior brother!"

Although Xuanzhen Xuanjue knew he couldn't resist, he still flew forward to meet him, making sure to block him in order to give his uncle a chance to win.

"Bang bang" two applause, Xuanzhen and Xuanjue flew back in response.

The white-robed man rushed back to help, the strength of these two palms was not exhausted, they failed to take the lives of Xuanzhen and Xuanjue, but they were also seriously injured and could not move.

The situation returned, but the black-robed man had another wound. Although he still cooperated tacitly with the white-robed man, he was affected after all. Now it only depends on whether the black-robed man couldn't hold on first, or whether the Taoist Ziyang had exhausted his internal energy first.

As for Li Zhidao and the others, how far are they from here?Can you make it in time?

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(End of this chapter)