Yitian Tulongji: No Regret Book

Yang Buhui took a leisurely walk around the town, but unfortunately, he didn't find any traces of cats.She was a little annoyed, when she saw the cat, why didn't she recall the scene when she held the fat orange cat to watch her mother practice swords when she was young?It must be the color that makes the mind faint.

As for which color it is, Yang Buhui firmly refuses to admit it is Song Qingshu.

The sky was getting dark, and when Yang Buhui was about to stay in the hotel, he heard two townspeople gossiping.One person said: "Recently, the graveyard is often haunted by ghosts. When someone in the east of the town passed by at night, they found a shadow."

"What are shadows afraid of?"

"More than that! He said, it's obviously a human figure, running faster than a bird..."

"Aren't you here to rob the grave?"

"Our town has been ransacked by people from the Yuan Dynasty, so there is nothing left to bury in the ground?"

"It must be the evil spirit. We still have to tell the mayor and invite a mage to do a magic trick, so as not to harm the living..."

The two chatted and walked away, Yang Buhui was thoughtful.The cemetery...the figure...runs fast.Heh, there is no place to find after breaking through the iron hooves. It turns out that Zhou Zhiruo is hiding in this place to practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

Yang Buhui led the horse, tick-tock, and walked out of the town.Kill the carbine and talk about it.

It was night, the graveyard was desolate, the moonlight was bleak, Yang Buhui hid cross-legged among the treetops, the branches swayed gently in the wind, she sat silently like a mountain.There was no suspicious figure in the middle of the night, and I was so bored that I fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Yang Buhui suddenly opened his eyes.A burst of yelling and scattered footsteps came from far and near, and there was the sound of rolling wheels in the middle.Who has such a big posture, ran to the cemetery in the middle of the night, and brought a group of people with him.Looking through the gaps in the leaves, it turned out to be a group of Yuan soldiers escorting several important criminals past this place.

It is estimated that no one would be stupid enough to practice Jiuyin White Bone Claw in front of so many people.Yang Buhui was about to leave, but then he thought, isn't this a ready-made opportunity?

The commander's little leader would probably never have thought that there would be someone lying in ambush in the cemetery, let alone that the figure of this man was like a ghost, with a dagger in his hand swishing a few times, and there were more a red line.There was no chance to resist, so they went to the west together.

Yang Buhui was also quite satisfied, after practicing the Nine Yin Manual, his skills really improved, no wonder Wu Jue wanted to fight to the death.She jumped in front of the four prison cars and chopped with a raised hand.It is no problem to cut these logs with a sword that cuts iron like mud.With a few clatters, all four fell out of the prison car.

"Run by yourself." Yang Buhui finished coldly, turned around and was about to leave.A tall man suddenly knelt down to himself: "My lord, Zhu Yuanzhang, ask your benefactor's name, and I will definitely repay you wholeheartedly."

Yang Buhui staggered and almost fell.Zhu Yuanzhang?You're kidding me, my God!

She stopped, turned around slowly, walked up to Zhu Yuanzhang who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Are you Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Many years later, Zhu Yuanzhang, who has ruled the world, will often recall that gloomy night. The girl was wearing a yellow shirt, her black hair was like clouds, and her skin was as white as snow.A pair of eyes are cold, reflecting the bright moonlight.Under her gaze, Zhu Yuanzhang's body leaned even lower.For so many years, he has been thinking about the girl's look, imitating her majesty, and wanting to be like her.But always, out of reach.

She spoke, her voice was low and soft, as sweet as mountain spring water: "I am Mingjiao, Yang Buhui."

"See... the deputy leader."

Yang Buhui spoke very slowly, sending each word into Zhu Yuanzhang's ears: "You'd better, remember, what you said today." After finishing speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared.

After tossing around most of the night, there was no gain.Yang Buhui regretted saving Zhu Yuanzhang, he thought about it and comforted himself, this is his fate, he can't have such a good chance every time.Who can say clearly about this kind of life?

After sleeping in the wild all night, Yang Buhui almost fell off the tree trunk when he opened his eyes the next day.It turned out that she forgot to find a shelter from the wind, and the cold wind blew all night.December winds are no joke.

Started out top-heavy, fell down again before taking two steps.Yang Buhui sighed, so what if he became a master?You still have to suffer from the seven emotions and six desires, and you have to pinch your nose and take bitter medicine.

Alas, I really miss white and black.

Yang Buhui collapsed in the best room of the inn, sweating under the quilt.I didn't sleep well, I felt drowsy, and I always felt that the branches outside the window were shaking like ghosts.

Hearing a low sigh, Yang Buhui's heart warmed up, as if someone was gently touching his face.

Oh, Song Qingshu, is that you?I'm not angry anymore, really.You were persecuted by Zhou Zhiruo, right?Yang Buhui moved her body uneasily, suddenly, she heard an exclamation.

"Aunt Ji!"

This is Song Qingshu's voice!

The cold air accumulated in his body all turned into sweat, Yang Buhui suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed.Panting and looking around, the room was quiet, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Yang Buhui touched his forehead and realized immediately.No, not a dream.I was obviously sweating all over, but there was no watermark on my forehead and temples. It was obvious that someone had sneaked in to take care of me.

May I ask if this living Lei Feng is named Song or Ji?

This merger was really good, and it led to two people he was looking for.Yang Buhui took a rest and left the inn again.

How to find it?If Ji Xiaofu lived in seclusion here for many years, someone must have recognized her face and even approached her to talk to her.Obviously, no.Therefore, Niang only settled here occasionally, and this is not her permanent residence.

As for Song Qingshu...Yang Buhui felt that he should change his mind.Who said that Zhou Zhiruo would stick to one place and practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?Wouldn't she take a shot and change places?Just walk all the way, practice all the way, and finally achieve great success, inserting five fingers into Ding Minjun's skull, it's a pleasure to think about it.Yang Buhui smiled, took out the map from his bag, and only then saw the mystery.

This place is the only way to go to Emei Kunlun in the west and Hanyang in the east.

Mother is really not too tired.According to the most dangerous place is the safest place, dark under the lights and other choices, Yang Buhui finally concluded that Ji Xiaofu was either hiding in Emei or in Kunlun Mountain.

Ah, Yang Xiao, you are such an idiot! 24K pure!Me too!

It must be Song Qingshu who took care of himself in the inn.Because that "Aunt Ji" came from beside me.The corners of Yang Buhui's lips curved slightly, feeling a little sweet in his heart.Suddenly remembered something, hurriedly took out the handkerchief, and wiped his face desperately.Song Qingshu couldn't have done such a thing like digging up the corpse, right?Damn it, did he wash his hands before touching the face of the deputy leader?

With new clues, Yang Buhui continued westward.Her plan was to walk back to Kunlun alone, nominally to inspect the affairs of Mingjiao on behalf of the leader—in fact, she did the same job.However, due to an emergency military situation in Hebei, the search for Ji Xiaofu had to be shelved for the time being.

Yang Buhui was sitting in the corner of a dilapidated Maitreya Temple, by a fairly bright bonfire, while reviewing the information presented from various places, he cursed Zhang Wuji.This Maitreya Temple occupies a huge area and can accommodate more than two hundred people. I don't know what it looked like when the incense was at its peak.The wind of the twelfth lunar month was blowing, squeezing in through the cracks in the windows and doors, making it extremely cold.In her previous life, whether she saved the earth or all mankind, in this life, she only cared about chasing after girls, and made herself and her father exhausted to death.In his next life, he must be reincarnated as an overtime dog to be worthy of his hard work.It's almost the twelfth lunar month, I don't know if I can celebrate the new year with my father, Yang Buhui thought full of resentment.

"Deputy Hierarch," Wei Yixiao rushed in through the broken window of the ruined temple, "A group of beggars came outside. It seems that they want to live in this ruined temple."

A group of beggars?Beggars?Yang Buhui said: "How many?" Twenty or thirty are still not my opponents.

"It looks like two or three hundred."

Yang Buhui coughed out suddenly: "Two or three hundred?" What is the beggar doing in the meeting?study file?Understand the spirit?

Wei Yi smiled and said, "Please leave quickly, the deputy leader. This subordinate is worried that these beggars have discovered the identity of the deputy leader."

Yang Buhui smiled: "Afraid of what the beggars will do? Look at us, what's the difference between us and beggars?"

Too.Yang Buhui's clothes were dirty, he stayed in Pomian for a whole day, but he didn't find water to wash his face.She lamented that no matter how cowardly she was in her previous life, she was not as sloppy as she is now.

Wei Yixiao was still thinking about it, but Yang Buhui had already moved to the corner, calling Wei Yixiao to sit down: "Come on, let's talk about my father's gossip. Is there any woman who throws her arms around my father?" Put a handful of dust on it.

Many educational affairs were sent to Yang Buhui to handle, so Wei Yixiao came from the east to help her.Hearing this, Wei Yixiao almost laughed out loud: "Who would dare? Your father keeps a straight face all day, even a woman scared him away."

While speaking, shouts came from outside the ruined temple.Yang Buhui looked up and saw beggars in ragged clothes swarming in. Several beggars glanced at Yang Buhui and Wei Yixiao with alert eyes.

Yang Buhui ignored him, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.In the past two days, the wind and cold have become heavier, so the practice has been stopped.She has almost practiced the first volume of the Nine Yin Mantra, and in the moves chapter of the second volume, the white python whip technique is obviously advanced, but there are some key points that have not been figured out yet.

Seeing Yang Buhui's expression, those beggars couldn't help feeling afraid, and took the initiative to stay away from this corner.Wei Yixiao lay on his side beside Yang Buhui, seemingly casual, but in fact his whole body was on guard, and would immediately counterattack if there was any abnormality.

The beggars were still shouting loudly at first, eating chicken and drinking, and turning the ruined temple into a market.Yang Buhui ignored it and practiced kung fu by himself.After a week of luck, she opened her eyes and asked Wei Yixiao in a low voice: "What did they say?"

"They are going to gather here to discuss major issues." Wei Yixiao motioned her to look in front of the Maitreya Buddha statue, "Look, they put five futons. I'm afraid that important people will show up."

Yang Buhui secretly looked around, seeing the dirty faces and torn clothes of the crowd, the crowds were crowded, and the shadows on the wall were swaying around, making his eyes hurt.She muttered softly: "I don't sleep most of the night, do you have the strength to beg for food tomorrow morning?"

Wei Yixiao was already used to Yang Buhui's complaints, so he just pretended to sleep with his eyes closed.

An old beggar with seven pockets on his body shuffled over, looked at the two of them up and down, and said in a hoarse voice: "You two, my beggar gang wants to use this place to discuss important matters, please make way."

Yang Buhui glanced at him: "The venue fee."

The old beggar was taken aback.Yang Buhui said: "We'll come first to this place, and you'll take it if you say so, and drive us away? If you don't pay the venue fee, I won't leave."

Wei Yixiao in "Sleep" was almost choked to death by saliva.This is the first time I heard of begging for money from the beggar gang, and they were so confident in asking for money.He wondered whether he should tell Zuoshi Yang, Zuoshi Yang, or Zuoshi Yang.

The old beggar sneered coldly: "Little girl doesn't know what to do." Shu Er shot and tapped the acupuncture points of the two, "Just wait. As for life or death after the meeting, it is up to fate." He also called four beggars to sit They were surrounded by strict guards.

Wei Yixiao was so angry that he wanted to jump up and give the old beggar a cold palm.The majestic Blue Winged Bat King had his acupuncture points tapped by a disciple of the Seven Bags of the Beggar Gang, and if the news spread, wouldn't Yin Baimei laugh him to death?Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yang Buhui shaking his head lightly at him, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he realized it immediately.Yang Xiao's kung fu is very weird, even the deputy leader may miss some acupoint kung fu.What he didn't know was that this was the great method of resolving acupuncture points recorded in the Nine Yin Manual.

After a while, the four elders of the Beggar Clan entered the Maitreya Temple with the leader Shi Huolong, and the beggars greeted each other chaotically.Shi Huolong first put forward his own unique views on the situation in the arena, then expressed his determination to be incompatible with the Mingjiao, and finally issued an important instruction, asking all the members of the Beggars to kill and kill the Mingjiao.While listening to Shi Huolong's frothy bragging, Yang Buhui translated it into a news broadcast in his heart, almost laughing himself to death.

Hey, no.This Shi Huolong seems to be a Western product.Yang Buhui suddenly remembered something, and his heart beat wildly.

Song Qingshu will appear at the beggar gang meeting!And the woman in the yellow shirt, the descendants of Yang Guo will also appear.

Yang Buhui took advantage of the fact that all the beggars were listening to the "supreme instructions", and relieved Wei Yixiao's acupuncture points.She whispered: "You will follow my orders later and kidnap Shi Huolong."

In the middle of the temple, Shi Huolong was still boasting, and he had the leadership style of later generations, which made people very annoying.Yang Buhui was about to throw a piece of mud to plug his mouth, when he heard someone shouting outside the temple gate: "Master Shi, our distinguished guests have arrived."

Yang Buhui's curled middle finger suddenly loosened.I saw a sturdy man, about thirty years old, coming from outside.Behind him was a young man in his early twenties, holding a long sword and looking extremely handsome.When Yang Buhui saw his appearance, two lines of tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Song Qingshu, you bastard!

Here, Wei Yixiao has already touched the acupoints of the four beggars guarding them.Seeing Song Qingshu walk in, he was taken aback: "Why..."

As soon as Song Qingshu entered the ruined temple, his eyes turned around.For some reason, Yang Buhui always felt that his gaze stayed in his corner for 0.01 seconds longer.Her heart was beating so fast that even her breathing became a little disordered.

"Master Shi, disciple Chen Youliang," the sturdy man first saluted Shi Huolong and the four elders, then pointed to Song Qingshu and said, "This is a disciple of Wudang sect..."

Song Qingshu interrupted him: "Elder Chen, Mr. Song has already left Wudang..."

Yang Buhui was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Wei Yixiao in a blink of an eye.Why didn't I receive this message?

Chen Youliang laughed: "Yes, yes, Song Shaoxia is not speaking as a disciple of Wudang, but as the fiancé of the head of Emei Sect Zhou, who came to our Beggars' Clan."

Wei Yixiao's eyeballs almost popped out.The last time we saw each other, Song Qingshu and Yang Buhui got along very well, and they even joked to Yang Xiao that they wouldn't give them any money when Mingjiao was going to have a wedding.Half a year has passed, how did Song Qingshu become Zhou Zhiruo's fiancé?

Will the deputy leader start a massacre in a fit of rage?Glancing at Yang Buhui, the little girl turned pale, bit her lip, expressionless.Looking at Song Qingshu again, he had a gloomy and handsome face, without any fluctuations.

The leader of the palm bowl suddenly asked: "Isn't the head of the Emei sect surnamed Ding? Why did he become surnamed Zhou again?"

Song Qingshu cupped his hands: "Ding Minjun forced Miejue Shitai to death and usurped the position of head. Sect head Zhou held the Emei Sect's head token black iron ring, and killed the traitor Ding Minjun with one palm, justified."

Yang Buhui and Wei Yixiao looked at each other in horror.Wei Yixiao was puzzled, when did Zhou Zhiruo's kung fu become so high?Yang Buhui guessed it, Zhou Zhiruo must have practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Zhang Bang Longtou asked: "Song Shaoxia came to the Beggars' Gang, why?"

Song Qingshu said: "I don't know what Shi Gang thinks about the letter sent by the head of Zhou the day before yesterday?"

The more Yang Buhui listened, the more surprised he became.What is Zhou Zhiruo going to do with the Beggar Gang?Doesn't she love cleanliness the most? Isn't she too dirty now?

"Unite with the beggar gang and fight against Mingjiao." Shi Huolong glanced at Chen Youliang, "This method is not bad. However, in order to unite or something, there must be a leader. I don't know if the head of Zhou wants to be under me?" Said Come on, hey, he laughed, and there was a hint of obscenity.

Of course Yang Buhui could hear the implication of these words, the four elders looked at Shi Huolong with extremely puzzled eyes.I can't tell that this fake Shi Huolong is still an old driver, and I don't know if he has harmed women on weekdays.However, it was strange that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to deal with Mingjiao.Zhao Min hasn't robbed marriage yet, why does she hate Mingjiao and Zhang Wuji so much?Is it because he is afraid that Xie Xun will ask her for the dragon sword, or is there another purpose? .

Song Qingshu said with a cold face: "Is that what the leader of the Jinyinzhang Shi faction means? Anyway, it's not that the Emei Sect has no better choice. Let's leave."

He really regarded himself as Zhou Zhiruo's husband.Yang Buhui gritted his teeth.

Chen Youliang hurriedly stopped Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, don't worry, this matter should be discussed carefully. Please order the leader, below eight generations of disciples, to withdraw for the time being."

The huge ruined temple was vacant in an instant.Yang Buhui and Wei Yixiao mixed in the crowd and went out, then turned back and went up to the roof.The wind was so cold that Yang Buhui almost sneezed, no matter how skillful he was, he was afraid of the cold wind.

Unexpectedly, everyone in the ruined temple kept their voices extremely low, even if Yang Buhui and Wei Yixiao were not weak, they could only hear a few words clearly.

"...Catch...Xie Xun...Send away...Fan..."

Xie Xun is in the hands of the beggar gang!Wei Yixiao and Yang Buhui understood this at the same time.Yang Buhui made a gesture to ask Wei Yixiao to send a message, but Wei Yixiao was worried about Yang Buhui.Yang Buhui smiled and urged him to go quickly, don't think about himself.After some back and forth, Wei Yixiao reluctantly went.

Looking at the situation in the ruined temple, Yang Buhui really wanted to whip him away.But if you measure your strength, if the Bowl Leader, the Stick Leader, the Law Enforcement Elder, and the Chuangong Elder join together, you can only die without a fight.Not to mention, Chen Youliang, Cheng Kun's beloved disciple, is not weak in kung fu.Do you want to die for Song Qingshu?However, if she doesn't ask clearly, it's definitely not her temperament, Yang Buhui.

They were still discussing in the ruined temple, but Yang Buhui couldn't hear too much, but the cold wind was howling.A loud noise came from the front of the mountain road.Yang Buhui raised his body to look, and vaguely saw four people wielding their swords and rushing into the crowd of beggars, killing each other, as if entering a land without people.Judging by his stature and swordsmanship, he is from the Wudang sect.

Yang Buhui suddenly became alert.Taking a closer look, the leader turned out to be Song Yuanqiao.Behind them are Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting.

The author has something to say: Stay tuned for the finale tomorrow.