A few geese flew past the green mountains, and the blue sky slowly fell into a burning red. At this time, the setting sun, thin clouds surged in the mountains, and the Erxian Mountains in Jizhou were steep and ridges stood in all directions. Only in the evening can the majesty and murderous aura of the northern mountains be seen.

Looking down at Jiugong County at the foot of the mountain from a high place, you can see the streets and alleys. On the winding and steep path at the foot of the mountain, the figures of people are running like ants. Black dots are running in panic... In front is a stream, and after a moment, there is a forest. Go to the left and walk up the mountain. At the end is a Taoist temple.

In some ruined ancient temples, the sound of Xuanmen chanting and reading late-day lessons came out of the mountain gate. The Zixu Temple in Erxian Mountain is not very large. Now there are soldiers outside, and most of the lost people go up the mountain to watch, which makes it overcrowded. They often need to send Taoist Taoist down the mountain to the county town to seek some incense money to maintain the expenses.

"My junior brother Changqing went down the mountain in the morning, but he hasn't come back in the evening yet, but he met a thief on the way?"

As the sound of reciting scriptures, two figures under the eaves walked along the dilapidated walls. One of them spoke slowly. The other looked up at the sky. After a moment, his long beard moved and said, "Although Jizhou is ruled by the Jin people, there may not be any strong men cutting paths on the roads. I am afraid that I will go down the mountain and be lazy."

"Maybe I was entrusted by Senior Brother Yiqing to buy some things."

"Um?"

"The alchemy object, the crock pots can be seen everywhere in the room of Senior Brother Yiqing, and there are strange things in it. What is it if it is alchemy."

"...I don't cultivate the inner world and I just want to think about external things. The supervisory institute doesn't know what it is for him to keep him in the observation."

"You are afraid that you don't know that there are some names in the world... In the early years, he was a person in the audience, called..."

Opening his mouth there, before he could finish speaking, someone hurriedly ran in. At this time, the evening homework was over. The Taoist priests from the palace walked out one by one, and the running figure pushed towards the backyard of the Taoist temple.

"It's Changqing...it's panicked..."

"It seems like I went to the prison... and went over and take a look."

...

The door leaf was pushed open, and the young Taoist man in a long blue robe leaned against the door panting, looking at the middle-aged Taoist man who was about to walk out of the inside.

"The supervisory institute is not good. I was in the county town of Shanxia before and found someone in the city asking for Senior Brother Yiqing."

The middle-aged Taoist had thick eyebrows and square mouth, which was quite majestic. At this time, he could not help but frown: "The Jin people want to capture him?"

The young Taoist shook his head.

"It's not like... those people have different accents from the north, and they are not as rude as Jin people. They may have come from the south... I heard that Senior Brother Yiqing had entered the mountains and east before."

"Don't talk nonsense." The prison tent glared at him and walked out of the door.

At the corner, I ran into two people who were following along, Yiqing and Yuanqing. The prison steward looked up at them: "What's the matter with you looking for me?"

Yiqing quickly raised his chest and nodded: "...that..."

"I'll say..." Beside him, Yuan Qing took a step forward and interrupted: "We just heard what the prison in charge said to Changqing at the door. I want to say...what if those people from Wu Chaodong Factory were? After all, Yiqing offended them back then."

"It's been like this all year round... it shouldn't be." The prison shaking his head, "This is already under the jurisdiction of the Jin people, so why did the Dongchang power get here? Forget it, wait for our court to go over and ask what's going on. If it's a public person, it's easy to deal with it. If it's a bad person, you'll beat it out."

After saying that, the figure was about to leave. Yuan Qing and the others looked at each other, quickly grabbed the Taoist robe in the prison and stopped him in front of him. They were not moved. They just said calmly: "... But what if they are really from Dongchang? This place is Jizhou. I heard that the spies from Dongchang are elusive. Now they are really here to seek revenge and fight out. They will come back soon. Will we be able to practice in peace and peace for peace and peace!"

"Yes, the prison. There is something wrong with the lives of hundreds of lives in the prison. Changqing, who had been silent for a while, nodded and said.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at them, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Outside, the setting sun shone over, reflecting the shadows of four people on the ground, and the long beards under their chins swung with the evening breeze. The ward looked at the reflection for a while and sighed.

"So...what do you think we should do?"

The three Taoists gathered around and started whispering.

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Not long after, the four of them turned to the alley on the side of the Divine Palace. There were many Taoist priests who practiced health preservation in the middle. After saying hello, they stopped at a door in the side courtyard.

After knocking on the door, there was a sound of footsteps in the room. Then the door opened, and a tired figure stood there, with her horoscope with her wide mouth and beard. Many parts of her body had faded. Her hair bun was simply pulled up and inserted, and she looked sloppy and desolate.

"It was the prison, Yiqing was polite." The man bowed and stood up. When he saw Changqing behind him, his eyes lit up: "Junior Brother Changqing, please buy what I want."

"Changqing came for this matter."

"Oh?" The man glanced at the young Taoist among the four, a little confused.

Yiqing quietly pulled the corner of the young Taoist robe, and the other party reacted and quickly spoke: "...It's like this. You have what you want in the city, but the goods have not arrived yet, but I can't wait there, so I'm back first. I guess I already have it now. If you hurry up, you might as well go down the mountain and lie down."

There was a moment of silence inside, his eyes flashed, and he looked back and forth on the faces of the four people.

Then, the man in the room sighed, turned around and walked into the room. Soon after, he took a package and walked out on his shoulder, carrying an ancient sword.

"Yiqing, why are you doing with a bag and a sword?" The prison magistrate followed behind him, keeping a distance alert.

The man stopped, and the four people behind him stopped, and he heard him say, "It's probably too late to go around. I can spend the night outside with my bags. I'm naturally just in case... After all, the world is not peaceful."

After saying that, he walked out of the observation door, and the four people behind him walked in small steps, looking very cautious.

When the lonely figure in front of him walked out of the gate, he immediately heard the sound of the gate closing. The man turned his face with a faint expression, obviously as expected.

The door was blocked, and the voice of the prison in charge was saying, "Yiqing... Go quickly, go quickly, there is a group of people looking for you at the foot of the mountain. It doesn't look good, so don't implicate hundreds of people in the temple. Good luck, please leave."

Yiqing turned his face, looked at the green field in the setting sun ahead, and walked away.

In the mountains, the setting sun is like blood.

He sat on a rock, holding the cold and hard food. The forest in the distance was breeze whirling, and the branches were swaying gently, as if someone was walking in the forest.

Not long after, a tall and sturdy figure walked out of the forest and carried a tiger-head hammer on his shoulder.

"Entering the cloud dragon, Gongsun Sheng?"

The figure on the rock nodded, put down the cake in his hand, picked up the pine-patterned ancient Ding sword, and slowly pulled it out with a cold light, shaking its long beard.

He replied: "That's right."

The wind became fierce, and the tiger-headed hammer roared over, and the figure flew, and the rocks under his feet became shattered in an instant. Zheng Biao pulled the hammer and suddenly punched hard.

With a sound, the sword hit the body, the weapon bent, and the flying figure stepped on his arm twice, as if he jumped into the clouds and flew up.

Turning around, the tip of the sword turned straight down and penetrated the big man's sky spirit cover. "I am the admiral of the Naidong Factory, Zheng Biao, the big man roared, raised the hammer and waved it, and the gold and iron attacked. The moment the spark burst out, his thick arm suddenly grabbed the other party's wrist holding the sword, and smashed it to the ground.

Bang

Her slender and thin body lay on the ground.

The tiger-headed hammer waved and hit a distance from Gongsun Sheng's nose on his face. He squatted down with a burly and strong body and said to him: "The Lord of the Supervisor asked me to ask you to go back to Wu Dynasty. If you have something to do, you are well developed this time."

"Ahem"

"Even if you want to develop, you have to help me get up first." Gongsun Sheng coughed and spit out the soil in his mouth, moaning.

Zheng Biao twisted him and lifted the man up, threw it forward, and several casual clothes Jinyiwei caught him, pressing the vital points of his arm joints so that Gongsun Sheng could not move.

"What happened to me, but I haven't seen anyone remember me for several years. Now, who is here to arrest me again?"

The figure who walked past the setting sun came to him and nodded: "Your old friend, Andaoquan."

"That old man!!!"

Gongsun Sheng struggled and stamped his feet in anger: "Dog thing"
Chapter completed!