Aggrieved Fish Sprite

After circling the mountain for a week, the swordsman seemed to be in a panic and plunged into the dense forest.

Outside the forest is not a complicated mountain road, but a flat field.

If you look carefully, you can still see a familiar house far away. It is the wild shop where you bought needlework last night.

Monk Yuan Zhi didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to arrest people.

But Meng Qi who was behind frowned and said in a low voice, "That's not right."

He didn't need to say all the words, Mo Li knew what he was referring to.

The swordsman's movements were too flustered and embarrassing. His trousers were half torn at the moment. If a mask could be counted as clothes, he barely wore two.

This does not match the impression given to them when the swordsman appeared.

Although it can't be called rebellious and unruly, there is also a bit of arrogance in his bones. This kind of temperament that belongs to a master cannot be exhausted so quickly.Even if they are defeated for a while and are pursued relentlessly, it is because they are outnumbered. Even if they are eager to escape, how can they not even know the way?

After running around, he even went around to his subordinates?

The two suddenly realized that the swordsman did not turn back for no reason.

The tattered clothes are probably to cover up, the swordsman has already thrown the things in his arms to the killer of Piaoping Pavilion.

That's surprising.

What kind of thing is it?This group of Piaoping Pavilion killers appeared because of the account books of Sijia Mipu. It stands to reason that they didn't have anything important on them. The important thing should be what they were looking for. Why did it suddenly turn upside down?

It's a joke that the elixir is hidden in the bosom, and it can't be taken as the truth.Even if it is really a panacea, it is not worth doing this.

Meng Qi didn't guess what it was, but it didn't prevent him from making a decisive decision.

"Seventy miles ahead, it's Run County..."

Time waits for no one, Meng Qi has to turn back immediately.

Mo Li said knowingly: "Tomorrow I will wait for you at the biggest medicine shop in the city."

After saying that, the two parted separately, one continued to chase Yuan Zhi and the swordsman, and the other turned around and rushed west to Ershan.

They didn't even discuss who should continue chasing and who should turn back, and they just separated naturally.

——Meng Qi thought that Yuan Zhi was still here, so it would be safer.Mo Li thought that the situation there might be more complicated, and Meng Qi had more experience and knowledge, and he could also get to the truth based on clues, so it might not be thorough to go by himself.

There were no accidents in the next journey, no ambushes, and the swordsman ran swiftly.

Monk Yuanzhi fell behind the swordsman with a sigh of relief. Originally, he was full of confidence and thought that he would be able to catch this killer sooner or later.After all, he was full of energy, but the swordsman was injured. However, every time he was about to catch up, the swordsman changed his body and jumped a few feet away.

After a long time, Mo Li saw that this is a secret method of lightness kung fu, which can be used to escape in an emergency.

It is not unusual for Piaoping Pavilion killer to have such skills.

However, tips such as secret techniques often require a price.

For example, after using the secret method, if the internal strength suddenly increases, it can only last for a stick of incense. After the time passes, it will be either death or injury. If it survives by luck, it will not be possible to get out of bed within three to five years.

The consequences of secret techniques such as lightness kungfu are not so overbearing, and they won't cause people to fall to the ground immediately, but they also damage the muscles and bones and consume vitality, which directly affects life expectancy.

Seeing the swordsman reused again and again, Mo Li was very unhappy.

This swordsman has never lived with him, and he is a blood-stained killer. Mo Li doesn't care about the life and death of the swordsman.But as a doctor, the swordsman tried to kill him again and again under his nose. This kind of disregard for his own life angered Mo Li.

"Master Yuan Zhi."

The sound transmission was secret, and Monk Yuanzhi's ears moved.

Mo Li continued: "It's not an option to chase like this. I think this swordsman is exhausted to death, and he refuses to be captured, and the trapped beast is still fighting hard."

Monk Yuanzhi uttered a Buddhist name in a low voice.

He is a monk and has no ambition to win, let alone a grudge swordsman who tried to kill himself twice or three times.Arresting people and handing them over to Fengxing Pavilion, apart from repaying debts, what is more important is what Qiu Pavilion Master said. Piaoping Pavilion, a mysterious killer organization, is somewhat unclear about the Holy Lotus Altar.

The holy lotus altar is the confidant of Xuanchuanguan soldiers and horses, if it can be disintegrated and attacked, it will be the best.

Out of this idea, Monk Yuan Zhi didn't intend to kill the swordsman, but just wanted to catch him.

It's a pity that the other party is too slippery, and it often leaks through the fingers.

Running, Yuan Zhi felt that it was not a person in front of him, but a fish.

Or tasteless.

If you can't catch up, it's a pity to abandon it.

Just when he was feeling troubled, Monk Yuan Zhi suddenly heard Mo Li's voice transmission.

"Amitabha, what does the donor mean?"

"Why don't you and I pretend to be weak and slow down a little, so as not to be left behind by him. He uses the secret method continuously, and it seems that it is exhausted at this moment. If he has a chance to breathe, how can he not feel lucky? reason?"

First show weakness, and then attack.

Monk Yuan Zhi was clear about it, and said yes repeatedly.

Although monks don't lie, there is no need to speak to the swordsman for this deceit.The old monk keeps the precepts, but he is not pedantic.

Mo Li was ready to raise Yuan Zhi a little bit, because it was not easy to keep his strength so that others could not see the flaws, and the people involved were never able to see clearly.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhi was very thoughtful, so he just patiently slowed down his pace little by little. By the time the swordsman realized that the pursuit was no longer urgent, dozens of miles had already passed.

The surroundings are no longer fields, but villages and wheat fields.

To the busy farmers under the scorching sun, they are like a gust of evil wind rolled up on the flat ground, which is not only abrupt but also strange.

The dust blinded people's eyes and made them cough repeatedly.

When this "demon wind" passed, the strong wheat stalks had already been covered with a layer of dust and fine gravel.What happened just now passed, but no one saw clearly.

The daring ones looked at each other in blank dismay, while the timid ones turned pale, left the farm tools and ran home.

No wonder they were panicked, but the situation was really like a monster that was passed down by word of mouth in the countryside. When a strange wind blew, the baby in the family disappeared.Those monsters love to eat virgins, and even Hu Daxianer and Huang Daxianer like to stare at other people's babies when they make trouble.

Mo Li didn't try to distinguish the faint screams, he was worried that the swordsmen would rush into the village.

Not chasing and losing, but accidentally hurting people.

Fortunately, the swordsman had to adjust his internal energy to alleviate the injury, and he had to gather his strength to throw off the people behind him in one last fight.He is falling into the trap of the ink carp step by step.

The swordsman had no doubts, because after chasing him for so long without any results, everyone was inevitably discouraged, and even doubted whether he could be caught.When he hesitated in his heart, wouldn't it be slow to catch up with Kong'er, who had exhausted his previous strength and was yet to realize his future strength?

Just as Mo Li expected, the Swordsman did not take the opportunity to escape with a secret method, but properly maintained a leading position.

Monk Yuan Zhi was very puzzled, but at this moment Mo Li signaled him to slow down after running two miles.

"Benefactor, this—"

"The master will follow suit, and he will not run away for the time being."

What happened next was just like what Mo Li said, Yuan Zhi thought hard, and finally had to substitute himself into the swordsman being chased, and then suddenly understood.

The swordsman knew in his heart that the two people behind him just lost their strength for a while, and they didn't really lose the ability to capture and kill him.If the swordsman rushes straight at this time, the people chasing behind will be stimulated, and instead will force their spirits to chase after him, then the loss outweighs the gain.

It's better to take it slowly, accumulate strength first, look for the opportunity and then run wildly at a faster speed.The people behind were caught off guard, and seeing that it was too late to catch up, they naturally gave up.

Mo Li and Monk Yuan Zhi are showing weakness, and the swordsman is also showing weakness.

After figuring out the joints inside, beads of sweat broke out on Yuan Zhi's bare forehead.

——The two sides have their own calculations, and if they are not careful, they will lose everything.

The key point of this game is to focus on "unprepared", and my side has taken this opportunity.

Although the advantage lies in oneself, when the swordsman will explode and how to get out, it is completely blind.So there is no 100% certainty.

While Yuan Zhi was worried, he lamented that the tricks of the people in the Jianghu were like marching in formation, and the battle of minds and decisions came.

"Grandmaster."

There was a sound transmission in my ear, shouting urgently.

Yuan Zhi immediately regained his senses, breathed out his true energy, and swung the wooden stick viciously towards the swordsman's knee.

The swordsman was startled, at first he didn't understand why the old monk suddenly came up to him, and when he dodged, he felt a sharp gust of wind. When he fixed his eyes, he saw Mo Li's bladeless blade pointing straight at the door, and the swordsman rolled over on the spot. I understand that I have been tricked.

However, his brain reacted, but his body couldn't keep up with the sudden acceleration.

Mo Li also deliberately used quick moves, and left before the blade fell.

For a moment, the wind of the sword was full of vigor, and only the sound of peeling and peeling could be heard incessantly, and the stones and trees that were affected by the impact became obstacles one after another.

"..."

The swordsman was hit in the face by a piece of bark, and at the same time he was hit in the back by gravel inevitably.

In the end, the old monk swung his stick, wishing to break the swordsman's leg.

The internal injury and the sequelae of excessive wear and tear erupted together, and the swordsman finally showed his flaws when he blocked.

"thump."

The swordsman fell to the left knee.

Mo Li took a step back and looked at the old monk, who looked like a King Kong with glaring eyes, swinging his wooden stick and smashing the man so that he hugged his head and rolled around in a small circle.

When he finally stopped, the swordsman's body was covered with grass leaves, his clothes were naked, and there were bruises from stick marks and stones.

"Hey, master wait for me."

Mo Li signaled Monk Yuan Zhi to stop, and then shot like lightning.

It's not acupuncture, but the joints of the swordsman's arms and legs.

——I can't run anymore with dislocated limbs.

Then he stretched out his hand and tore off the veil that was firmly tied to the swordsman's face, and removed his chin to prevent him from committing suicide.

The ink carp's movements were so fast that the swordsman's face could not be seen clearly until after the solution.

There are also scars all over, like a ghost.

Most were cuts from sharp objects, and some were burns.

Mo Li's hand paused, and then stopped.

Seeing the many scars on the swordsman's back and hands before, Mo Li didn't think much about it.He has treated many Jianghu people in Yongzhou. He knows that people who have been in the Jianghu for a long time are like this. Ordinary people come and go in the wind and rain. .

The more masters, the more able to toss, such as inserting hands into hot iron sand, practicing agility in the rain of arrows shot by organs, and practicing swords under waterfalls.After practicing it, it is naturally a master's unique skill, and even one of them will die, so what are scars and scars?

But this kind of scald scars are very strange, one by one, it looks like someone burned them with something hot.

The face is okay, the neck and chest are the most.

Mo Li felt that something was wrong, and then looked at the scars on the swordsman, and found that in addition to those common to Jianghu people, there were also narrow, long and thin scars, which were obviously caused by others.These scars have been around for a long time, layer upon layer, and it is no longer clear what the swordsman looked like.

Monk Yuan Zhi didn't expect it, so he lowered his eyes and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.

The swordsman let out a dull laugh from his throat, he had seen too many eyes of horror, fear, and pity when others saw him.

Mo Li stopped at the movement of pinching the swordsman's chin, and was half-holding the man in a daze, when he suddenly heard the swordsman laughing, thinking that this man's voice was hoarse when he spoke before, maybe it wasn't natural.

Glancing at the swordsman's open mouth, but not finding the poison sac, the ink carp directly closed the mandible joint for him.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill myself by biting my tongue?"

The swordsman instinctively broke away and asked suspiciously.

"You didn't die before, and you won't die now." Mo Li picked up the swordsman's right hand again, put three fingers on his wrist, and asked non-stop, "Your throat was hurt when you were young? How did you hurt it? It was boiling water ? Drugs? Or procrastination after hoarseness?"

"..."

The swordsman was at a loss, while the monk Yuan Zhi stood beside him and chanted sutras.

Mo Li focused on examining the pulse, and continued: "Your qi and blood are deficient, all thanks to a spirit in your heart... the vitality is supported, this qi does not belong to you, but it has not dissipated, it is very strange. The kidney meridian fails, and the inner breath goes away Meridians..."

"shut up!"

The swordsman suddenly yelled, his eyes were fierce.

Mo Li realized the problem at the same time, he stared at the swordsman for a while, and then asked what he said before.

"There is no medicine for promoting muscle and blood circulation for scars, but the throat can be cured. The price of two fine cloth clothes, do you want a prescription?"

The author has something to say: Swordsmen: You are the only ones who are sick!After catching up with people, what the hell is it to force people to pay for their pulse by pressing them down?