Thinking

Duji Falcon went downstairs and said to the shop owner, "My nephew is insane and sometimes yells, don't go into his room."

While speaking, he picked up a wooden stick in his hand, and with a little luck, he crushed the stick into a piece of powder, staring at the boss with eagle-like eyes, full of threats.

The innkeeper was used to such things, and knew that some guests had things that should not be inquired about, so he smiled and nodded, assuring again and again.

Duji Fulbu then turned around and took his big Karen scimitar to a tavern in the town, and sat down in the corner.

A travel-worn man entered the tavern and sat directly opposite Duji Fulbu.

The man lowered his voice in the noisy tavern and leaned his head towards Duji, warning Duji: "The eldest prince has been in Jalut these days, and probably only received your letter today. Are you crazy? You stole it without permission." If you kill the prince of Jin, neither Yan nor Jin will let you go, and the eldest prince will not protect you either!"

Duji Hubu didn't care, and looked at the man with deep and cold eyes: "Then we won't know until the eldest prince writes back. Are you okay? Get out if you have nothing to do!"

But the man said angrily, "Did you bring that Yu Ke with you? Is he also in the town?"

Duji Falbu slapped the big Karen scimitar on the table between the two of them with a "choke" sound, with murderous intent in his eyes: "You'd better not make up your mind, or I will kill you first!"

The man was full of anger, but he didn't dare to provoke him again, Duji Hubu was never ambiguous about killing people.

The two broke up unhappy, Duji Hubu filled the wine bag with wine again, carried a knife on his shoulders, walked unhurriedly through the snowy streets of the town, and returned to the inn in the cold wind.

He went upstairs and pushed open the door of Ji Si's room, seeing that the lights in the room had been turned off, he twisted the flint between his fingers, lit the oil lamp on the table, and saw Qi Si lying on the bed with his back to him, already asleep.

Duji Falcon went over to check, and confirmed that the rope was tied to Qisi's ankle. Qisi had indeed taken a bath, and his clean black hair lay half-dried by the pillow. With his eyes closed, he didn't know if he was really asleep or pretend to sleep.

Duji sneered, thinking that this little bastard has a big enough heart, and he won't make a fuss when it's time to die.

Then he turned around and left the room, and went to the next room to rest.

Along the way, whenever he lived in inns or houses, Duji Ubud never looked at Qi Si personally. He was sure that his medicine and dragon tendon rope could trap Qi Si, which was indeed the case.

Duji Hubu left the room, and after a quarter of an hour, the inn gradually quieted down, only in the lobby downstairs there were three or five drunks who were unwilling to rest after drinking, chatting with each other in high and low voices.

Qisi got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed to get luck. His inner strength gradually moved, but as expected, it directly brought on the suffocation of his heart. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant, but he tried again after a while. Second time.

The north wind was howling outside the house, the heavy snow hit the window sash and made a rustling sound, the house was dark, and the lights that had not been extinguished before Duji Falcon left were dancing, very fragile but tenacious.

The pain in Qisi's heart is like a needle stabbing a knife, but he never gives up. A moment seems infinitely long and infinitely precious. The voice in his heart repeats "live", "live" over and over again...

Because Zhu Yanshou was hit by Zhu Yanshou, and because of the special mentality he practiced with Chong Yi, Ji Si secretly tried to arouse his internal energy a few times along the way, and found that the binding force of Duji Falcon's medicine on him gradually weakened, but once he used it Gong mobilizes the internal force, which will inevitably cause heart problems.

While waiting for an opportunity, he tried to recover his inner strength while looking for a gap, in order to adapt to this heartache and force himself to get used to it.

There is only one chance, and Duji Falcon will never let him escape a second time, and it must be the best chance once he leaves the Chengguan in the northern border of Yan Kingdom.

Finally waited until today, this night was the last and best chance, Duji Hubu's vigilance was obviously relaxed, and he didn't realize that Jisi had already become resistant to the medicine.

It took him a quarter of an hour. Although he experienced this pain many times along the way, he still couldn't hold back the pain several times. Finally, he practiced his kung fu for a week for the last time. The suppressed strength recovered to [-]%.

Not daring to delay, he concentrated his whole body's internal energy and focused on the front of his palm, finally severing the extremely flexible dragon's tendons in pain.

Qi Si was already sweating in pain, feeling as if his heart had been cut thousands of times by an extremely thin knife, but relying on the willpower to survive, he kept moving his hands, got up and put on his clothes, took a moment to relax, and lifted He opened the back window of the house, climbed down from the window, and jumped into the yard, almost stumbling and falling.

The cold wind rolled huge snowflakes and fell on his face. The snowflakes shattered like powder and melted immediately when they touched his face. Qi Si covered his face with a cloth towel to protect his face, not daring to delay for a moment, and stood firmly.

He came to the stable, chose a good horse, stroked the horse's cheeks and neck carefully to prevent it from neighing in fright, then untied the rein, and led the horse out of the backyard. The whistling drowned out the sound of horseshoes.

After leaving the inn, Qi Si immediately got on the horse, his heart aching, he urged the horse under him to scatter away according to the direction he remembered, as if he had lost all strength, he almost lay on the horse's back, his hands clenched Hold on to the reins, hold on to the saddle.

The snowy night in the small town was very windy, and there was no one on the quiet streets, except for the heavy snow falling. Jisi was riding alone, and his figure was quickly submerged in the wind and snow, and ran to the wilderness far away from the town.

The wind and snow in the town of Harqin was violent overnight, and it didn't slow down at dawn, but it became more and more powerful.

In the early morning, the clerk of the inn hurried upstairs and knocked on Duji Falbu's door. After a while, Duji Falbu asked, "Who?"

The clerk respectfully said through the door: "There is a guest downstairs who came to you and said that he replied to the letter and asked you to go down and meet."

Duji Falcon stood up, put on his robe, opened the door, and glanced coldly at the clerk, who immediately ducked his head aside.

Duji Falcon took a few steps downstairs and looked impatiently at the man waiting for him in the lobby, who was the one who persuaded him in the tavern last night.

The man stuffed a note for Duji Falcon, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Duji Falcon unfolded the note and looked at it, his expression suddenly became irritable.

"He's angry, I want you to send him respectfully to the palace in Linhuang City, don't touch a finger of him!" The man also looked annoyed, but he blamed Duji Hubu for making trouble out of nothing.

"Got it! Say it! Get out!" Duji Falcon was in a very bad mood.

"Where's the man? Is he here?" The man insisted on seeing Yu Ke.

Duji Falcon looked at him with cold eyes, grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "Stop fucking meddling in your own business! It's none of your business after delivering the letter!"

That person was reluctant to leave, he hated Duji Hubu very much, and wished that the eldest prince would order him to be killed immediately.

Duji Hubu turned around and went upstairs a few steps, pushed open the door of Qisi's room, only to find that the room was empty, the dragon's tendons and ropes were broken on the ground, the lights were burnt out, and Qisi's person and clothes were gone, so he immediately slammed the door open. As soon as he kicked the table, he kicked the table to pieces.

"Little bastard!" he cursed bitterly.

Then he turned around and went back to the room, picked up the big Karen scimitar, picked up the fur coat, opened the window and jumped into the backyard, and the dense wind and snow immediately surrounded him.

He took the horse out of the stable, turned over on the horse's back, and lashed the whip hard. The horse neighed and galloped away.

Heavy snow covered the sky today, and there was no one in the town. The wind and snow howled and wrapped Duji Hubu and his good horse, and he could not see anything a few steps away. His gloomy eyes were full of anger, and he swung his whip to urge the horse. , also ran out of town.

In a mansion in Gyeongju, Asigu entered the yard leisurely, grabbed a young man and asked him, "Where is the shortage?"

The servant said respectfully: "The prince is in the side courtyard, practicing martial arts with the guests."

A Sigu raised his eyebrows and said curiously, "Yo."

After finishing speaking, he wandered to the side yard, and heard the intertwined sound of Jin Tie clang from a distance.

When A Sigu came to the gate of the courtyard, he saw Yuan Bing holding the shadow sword in his hand, his figure was as straight as a dragon, his slender body gathered enough strength, he jumped up, twisted his waist in the air, and turned around to avoid the opponent's sword like rain , and then turned around and drew the sword, the sword body criss-crossed like water, humming continuously.

The man who fought against him was extremely light and agile, and his white clothes moved with the wind. The Spring Mountain Sword in his hand was as silvery as water, and the move rained down on the spring breeze, like a lingering peach blossom, unknowingly blocked Yuan Bing's retreat.

Yuan Biao turned around and sent out a fierce sword aura, but the man turned around and jumped a little bit, standing on the tip of Yuan Biao's Yingying sword, and then a sword hit Yuan Biao's shoulder, and the point stopped, and the white clothes fell to the ground again while flipping. He smiled and said, "That's right, being a teacher next year may not necessarily be your opponent."

Yuan Feng stood up straight, retracted the Chengying Sword into its sheath, and saluted him.

A Sigu clapped his hands and entered the yard, and said in a deep voice: "Ji Huang, this is your master? My master whose whereabouts are mysterious, can you also teach me?"

Yuan Feng turned his head and saw Asgu, raised his chin: "Come, come."

A Sigu smiled and said: "Forget it, I have heard you say it many times, Master is very strict."

That person's face is handsome and unrestrained, the long sword is also in the sheath, and the white clothes are better than the snow, it is Chong Yi.

Chong Yi smiled and said: "It's good to retreat in spite of difficulties, Yuan Feng, I should learn from your friend, don't always be stubborn, be as stubborn as a head..."

"Master, take a rest and drink some water", Yuan Feng hurriedly interrupted him, otherwise A Sigu would spread the words of Chong Yi scolding him to everyone in Daliang tomorrow.

Chong Yi said to Yuan Feng again: "I found Fang Zi, I stopped by to see you, and tomorrow I will go to Yan Country to treat your junior brother."

After hearing this, A Sigu wondered: "Yuan Feng, you still have a junior brother? Who is better between you two?"

Yuan Feng said casually: "Don't listen to my master, I don't have any juniors, I've never met them before."

Chong Yi clicked his tongue twice and didn't say much to him.

A Sigu followed Yuan Bing and Chong Yi into the hall, and asked: "Yuan Bing, you don't look much like your master, do you?"

Yuan Feng said: "Using a sword lies in the mind and method, not in style."

Asigu chewed the candied dates with relish, and said with a smile: "Jihuang, guess what news I got?"

"Don't call me a jerk."

Yuan Bing sat on a mountain of chairs in the hall, with one foot on the chair and one arm resting on his knees, very domineering, and looked up at A Sigu, "What news did you get? The look on his face probably has something to do with the eldest prince, right?" ?”

A Sigu sat next to him, looked at him and then at Chongyi, and said with a mysterious face: "Duji Falcon has caused trouble! This time, the eldest prince suppressed the news immediately! It is said that he was angry at that time." Smashed everything in the house!"