Master Zhao at the foot of Mount Qingcheng

The discussion was fruitless due to the sandstorm that occurred in the middle, but it was extremely exciting, and was later used by Tang Feng to add fuel and vinegar into the script.

After a long time, Lin Wan heard about it, so she couldn't help but ask them separately: "If it happens again, who will win, uncle or aunt?"

Zhao Xuan replied: "Lin Chaoyu. He was not fully injured at the time, so he couldn't fool me. He swung the knife unnaturally a few times."

But Lin Chaoyu replied: "It should be Xuan'er. He is concerned about my injury and always does not attack my right side. Besides, he still has a useless move."

Lin Wan propped her chin and asked curiously, "Apart from the Qimen Dunjia, is there any other strange tricks?"

"Beauty tricks." Lin Chaoyu smiled lowly, and said unserious words with a serious expression and tone, "I promise to surrender."

Of course, this is something for later. It is not difficult for Yin Honghuan to place them in the caravan right now. After everything is arranged, they are ready to set off tomorrow.

That night Tang Feng went to the barracks and mingled with the soldiers, calling them brothers and sisters, and asked the cook for fresh food to send to Wen Renyue. Halfway through the distance, there was a flash of light in the sky. If Tang Feng felt something, he looked up and saw A red pattern with fireworks staying in the sky.

Seeing this was terrible, the faint smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he thought "It's broken", he turned a corner when he originally wanted to find Wen Renyue, and rushed to find Zhao Xuan.

Yin Honghuan was still dealing with military affairs, and the scout came to report: "Your Highness, there are fireworks signals to the east. Recently, many Jianghu sects have brought here. The signals are probably from those Jianghu sects. Do you want to send someone to look at it?"

"East?" Yin Honghuan raised his head and glanced at a border map of the Great Yin hanging in the handsome account, and pondered, "Isn't that the direction of Mount Qingcheng?"

On the other side, Tang Feng didn't know which tent Zhao Xuan and Lin Chaoyu were in for a moment, so he yelled "Guru" in two voices, directly yelling at them.

Zhao Xuan was still holding the small jar of wine in his hand, squinting his eyes: "What about the soul?"

"Mount Qingcheng just issued a retreat signal!"

"What?!" Zhao Xuan was shocked, and his slightly drunk eyes instantly sobered up, "Are you sure you read it right?"

"No mistake, it's still red, something big happened."

There are several communication signals in Qingcheng Sect, among which red means the situation is the most serious.

Lin Chaoyu raised the curtain and walked out: "What's wrong with Qingcheng Sect?"

"It's probably attacked." Zhao Xuan turned around and went to get the sword. When he got out of the tent, he looked back at Lin Chaoyu, hesitating.

"Go, Qingcheng Sect is important, time is running out, we will divide into two groups." Lin Chaoyu did not make him difficult, and made a decision for him, "Be careful in everything."

"You too, I'll come to Jueguo to find you after I'm done, wait for me." Zhao Xuan said, not daring to delay, turned around and left.

The elders in the church and Madam Yin are all there, and if they can be forced to set off a red firework signal, they may have lost their composure extremely seriously.

Lin Chaoyu always had a bad premonition, returned to the tent, picked up the altar of wine that Zhao Xuan drank just now, took a sip, then sat and closed his eyes, motionless, like a stone statue, he didn't know whether he was in samadhi or not. Thinking about things until midnight.

"Brother Lin, are you asleep?"

It wasn't until Qian Sheng's call came from outside that Lin Chaoyu opened his eyes: "Come in, what's the matter?"

"A carrier pigeon flew over from the army, and it was looking for you. I saw a mark on the outside with a Chinese ink pen. It should be something urgent, so I brought it for you." The note on it was removed and handed to Lin Chaoyu, and he asked by the way, "Where is Brother Zhao?"

"I have something to do, let's take a step first, and I will trouble you to take Wenren and me to Jueguo tomorrow."

After Lin Chaoyu finished speaking, he unfolded the note and read it carefully, his face became more gloomy, Qian Sheng saw something wrong, and asked with concern: "Brother Lin?"

Lin Chaoyu put the note in his hand on the candle, and the tongue of fire engulfed the note in an instant, making his face even more unpredictable as it shone, and he said calmly, "Is the Third Highness asleep?"

"No, Shuai Zhangli's lights are still on."

"I have something to ask His Highness the Third Highness. Let me take my leave first. Vice-General Qian will go to bed early."

Lin Chaoyu sounded unhurried when he spoke, but when he walked, he disappeared in a flash, just like the wind.

Yin Honghuan in the handsome tent held his pen for a while, raised his head vigilantly, and shouted: "Who?!"

"it's me."

Lin Chaoyu's voice sounded suddenly, and Yin Honghuan relaxed: "What are you doing, Qing Lin is in our army, why don't you go to the main entrance and lie on the roof?"

Lin Chaoyu was not in the mood to listen to Yin Honghuan's ridicule, and said bluntly, "I would like to ask Your Highness for a favor."

Facing Yin Honghuan's questioning eyes, Lin Chaoyu said: "Please, Your Highness, bring a group of elite soldiers to Qingcheng Sect."

"What are you going to Qingcheng Sect for?" Yin Honghuan remembered what happened when the scouts came to report the Qingcheng Sect's firework signal, and understood something, "What happened to Qingcheng Sect?"

"Yinyue Tower released the news that the leader of the Qingcheng Sect is a descendant of Zhao Sifan. Now everyone in the Jianghu is eyeing Guoshi Mausoleum, and those people from the Jianghu have surrounded the Qingcheng Sect under the pretext of hiding and protecting the evil people in the Jianghu many years ago." Lin Chaoyu As soon as he closed his eyes, the last sentence of the news from the informant he specially placed near Qingcheng Mountain appeared in front of his eyes-Qingcheng Jiaowei.

"Although the Qingcheng religion is related to the National Teacher's Mausoleum, this matter is not related to the National Teacher's Mausoleum after all. It is unreasonable for the imperial court to participate in the affairs of the Jianghu." Yin Honghuan tried to reason with Lin Chaoyu, "If the imperial court takes action, have you thought about the consequences? To the imperial court It’s not a good thing for the Qingcheng Sect.”

Lin Chaoyu immediately answered, "It's inconvenient for you to participate in the Jianghu affairs, so what's the matter with the princess?"

"What?" Yin Honghuan was taken aback, thinking he had heard it wrong, "Princess Changhe? Didn't my aunt die of illness during the wedding?"

"It was a deal between His Majesty and the old leader of the Qingcheng Sect back then. Princess Changhe secretly married the old leader, and now she is in the Qingcheng Sect, and the situation is critical." Lin Chaoyu calmed down and said, "Please send troops as soon as possible, Your Highness. , how can the royal blood suffer?"

Yin Honghuan was dubious: "Is it really Princess Changhe?"

"No matter how rebellious I am, I won't deceive the Third Highness with such a thing."

Yin Honghuan waved his hand and compromised: "I understand, tomorrow morning..."

"Tonight." Lin Chaoyu interrupted him, not refusing to refuse, "I'm afraid something will happen if you delay."

"Sure enough, it's about Hierarch Zhao, and you will be like this." Yin Honghuan turned around helplessly and put on the light armor, "I'll do it as soon as possible, don't worry."

Lin Chaoyu got out of the handsome account, thought for a while and wrote a note, tied it to the pigeon and let it fly out, and sent a letter to Lin Dingyang who was far away in the capital. Although he was very reluctant, but this time he couldn't spare his hands, so he had to ask his father to clean it up. Clean up the Silver Moon Building.

Yin Honghuan hastily led a team of elite soldiers to the Qingcheng Sect overnight, only to figure out something was wrong on the way, Princess Changhe secretly married the old leader, so isn't Zhao Xuan his cousin?

Apart from the Duojinfang incident, he probably didn't do anything to make this cousin unhappy, right?

At this time, the Qingcheng sect and the underworld crowd attacked it, and the Baidao secretly helped them. On the surface, they asked them to hand over the villains headed by Heisha, but secretly they were thinking about the tomb of the national teacher.

There are many people on the other side, and most of the teaching staff are elderly people at this time, and they can't last long at all. Mrs. Yin, under the escort of Chu Zhongke and others, wants to withdraw from Qingcheng Jiao.

"Madam, go away!" In the distance, the immature children in the teaching also raised their knives and stood in front of Madam Yin, blocking a person in the world for him.

"Overestimate one's abilities." The other party smiled contemptuously, the young boy was like a mantis holding a cart.

Seeing the blood, Mrs. Yin flicked her skirt and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Chu Zhongke: "Madam, the signal to retreat has been sent, counting the last letter from the little leader, we should have reached the northwest by now. "

Mrs. Yin is a hero among girls, and her eyes are red at the moment: "These people are also worthy of teaching wild things in Qingcheng!"

Chu Zhongke was also very angry. Brother Zhao spent so much time hiding them in Qingcheng Mountain. How did these people know the connection between Qingcheng Sect and the National Teacher's Mausoleum.Today's martial arts black is not black and white, it is really getting worse and worse.

No matter how angry Chu Zhongke was, he tried his best to keep calm: "There are many masters on the other side, so it's important to retreat."

But Heisha took a step forward: "You take your wife and go first."

Chu Zhongke grabbed him anxiously: "Old Hei, what do you want to do?"

Heisha sneered: "Aren't they just trying to kill me on the pretext? If they want to save face, I will stop there when I go out. Since I am the devil, so what if I kill them?"

"Old lunatic, you don't even look at how old you are, you still want to go crazy with an old bone..."

"Don't stop me," Heisha shook off Chu Zhongke's hand, "The person who should have died, thanks to Zhao Sifan who allowed me to live for so many years, at least taught me to live comfortably in Qingcheng, and in the end I still I want to stay here. You hurry up and take your wife away, and...please ask the little leader for me."

Madam Yin also ignored the dignified demeanor engraved in her bones, and rushed forward to stop Heisha: "Uncle Hei..."

Mrs. Yin's voice stopped abruptly, Chu Zhongke withdrew his hand, caught Mrs. Yin who was knocked out by him, and took a deep look at Heisha: "Be careful, take care."

Heisha raised the corner of his mouth: "Hurry up and go, take those juniors with you, how many people from Qingcheng Sect can go."

The members of the Qingcheng sect watched as Heisha rushed towards those Jianghu people against the direction of their retreat. The old man who had guarded the Qingcheng sect for many years was notorious, but in the eyes of some people, he looked like a fearless and indomitable hero.

Heisha's disdainful laughter resounded in the sky, attracting everyone's attention. The old man standing on the roof said: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people thinking about me. You bastards want to kill me, just come and try!" try."

This is a good opportunity to make a name for himself, as long as he can kill Heisha, he will surely have a bright future in the world.

For a moment, people in the Jianghu were ready to move, and everyone rushed to the roof.

"Everyone is not allowed to look back." Chu Zhongke took a deep breath, "Don't chill Old Hei's heart."

Granny Ning was originally being supported by someone, but now she also stopped, sighed, and said to the other party: "Follow Xiao Chu quickly."

As she spoke, a black snake emerged from Granny Ning's sleeve, wrapped around her crutch, and spit out bright red apricots.

"I'm old, I can't walk, I can't beat, the only thing I can do is to open a way for you." Granny Ning kindly and gently rubbed her finger against the black snake on the crutch, the tree of Qingcheng Sect Several colorful poisonous snakes crawled out of the ground and the grass, and there were even giant pythons among them.

These snakes surrounded Granny Ning and walked towards the crowd with her.

Tonight, starting from the siege of the Qingcheng Sect, the world has changed dramatically.

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