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All the Ming scholars were shocked and held the weapons at the same time, as if they were facing a great enemy. As long as the leader gave the order, they would rush out and chop people.

The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Miss, don't misunderstand it! This is the sorghum wine specially brewed by our store. It is seasoned with wolfberry, Codonopsis, jujube, and fragrant slices. It is aged for ten years. It is real and unrestrained!"

The stunning woman said word by word: "No! This wine is also added with the nectar of the southern Xinjiang "Tianlu Purple Orchid". It has a slightly hemp mouth and has a special fragrance. The "Tianlu Purple Orchid" is extremely rare and worth a thousand gold. Isn't it too luxurious to use this ordinary wine shop to season it in wine?"

Hu Xiaotian's heart moved, it seems that the name "Tianlu Zi Lan" once said, where is it?

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, applauded and smiled, "I am worthy of being the saint of the Ming Cult. He has extensive knowledge and sharp eyes. He is really admirable!" After saying that, he straightened his waist and made a loud noise, and suddenly he raised more than a foot higher. He touched his face, tearing off a delicate human skin mask, and smiled and said, "I am Xu Yilang! I am lucky to see Miss Yun Daier today, and I know that there is such a stunning beauty in the world. No wonder someone pays all the price for you!" He has a pretty face, a bit of ruthlessness and arrogance in his gentleness. He saw that he was a scheming and smart person.

The believers were furious when they heard this. The saint's position in their minds was sacred and inviolable. At this time, they heard someone coveting her beauty and wished they could draw their swords and cut them into pieces. Several of them were so angry that they cursed, and pulled their swords out of their sheath.

Just then, suddenly, a snap sound was heard, and Hu Xiaotian slapped the table and shouted: "I finally remembered it!"

Everyone looked in shock. The scholar dared to penetrate in at the moment of tension, without fear. Could it be a hidden master? Elder Huo Gang sneered: "Your Excellency is talking to yourself, pretending to be profound, what do you want to do?"

Hu Xiaotian's mind flashed like lightning, scenes of the civil strife of the World Association three years ago. At that time, Baiyun Sect attacked the Tianxia Association's headquarters and killed Zeng Zhixiong, and used "Tianlu Purple Orchid". Although "Tianlu Purple Orchid" is not poisonous, once mixed with the "Immortal Grass" in Tianshan, it can produce a wonderful effect, making people tired and drowsy. Xu Yilang undoubtedly used the same method today, trying to capture the Ming Cult without bloodshed. Hu Xiaotian could have been

He kept silent and was out of the matter, but when he thought of the various humiliations that Yun Daier might have suffered after falling into the hands of a villain, he felt very reluctant and decided to expose Xu Yilang's conspiracy, so he deliberately attracted everyone's attention. He immediately said loudly: "Once the 'Tianlu Zi Lan' is mixed with the Tianshan 'Immortal Grass', it will make people weak and their limbs soft. The wicks of these candles are mostly made of 'Immortal Grass', so be careful!"

Xu Yilang was shocked and angry. Who is this person? How could he know this key secret? He wanted to delay time and wait until the medicine is fully effective, but he did not know that his wishful thinking was disrupted!

Yun Daier reacted very quickly and shouted sweetly: "Extinguish the candle!" The disciples woke up as if they were dreaming, and immediately raised their hands and emitted dozens of flying knives, which whistled the candles in the wine shop to pieces. The candlelight suddenly faded, and everyone's eyes suddenly became pitch black, and only a few basins of charcoal fire emitted a faint red light.

Xu Yilang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The other party didn't drink much wine, and the "Immortal Grass" had a short time, so he probably didn't have much effect. Fortunately, the plan he made was quite comprehensive. If he couldn't do it, he would attack hard. He shouted: "Do it!" The disguised merchants took out their hidden weapons and shouted to attack the Ming Cult. In the darkness, the shouts were like thunder, the swords and swords were clanging, and countless sparks were splashed. Xu Yilang hated Hu Xiaotian to the core, and his body shook, and he waved his palms first according to the direction in his memory. If it weren't for the abominable scholar's warning, how could his plan fail? No matter what master the scholar was disguised, kill him first!

Unexpectedly, Hu Xiaotian had the ability to see things in the dark like day. Seeing Xu Yilang floating in, he immediately gave it to the side, threw the unfinished steamed buns, and shouted: "Look at the hidden weapon!"

Xu Yilang heard the wind to identify the shape and grabbed the thrown hidden weapon. He was so soft that he couldn't help but be stunned. He immediately guessed that it was the leftover steamed buns! He was so angry that he cursed: "Bastard, do you dare to tease me?" He hit him with a palm, and he had already used all his strength to smash the table and bench blocking the way.

Seeing that his palm wind was fierce and fierce, Hu Xiaotian hurriedly took a step to avoid it. Xu Yilang heard the sound of his footsteps, and his murderous intention was burning. He waved his palms together, covering Hu Xiaotian's upper plate vital points and shot down very quickly. Hu Xiaotian rolled on the ground, crawled under another table, holding his breath and not moving.

The wine shop was filled with deafening fighting sounds. After Xu Yilang hit the air again, he lost Hu Xiaotian's trace. He was angry and annoyed and said angrily: "Bastard, are you a turtle shrunk? Get out quickly!" Before he finished speaking, two cold sword lights slashed like a terrifying rainbow. It turned out that the Ming scholars had a tacit understanding. Although the enemies and friends were hard to distinguish in the darkness, they spoke Western dialects. When they met a Chinese speaker, they would naturally kill them. Xu Yilang didn't care about anything else and fought with his opponent.

Hu Xiaotian was lying on the ground, watching the two sides fight in the dark, which was really thrilling. From time to time, blood beads splattered on their bodies. No one knew whether the people who were close to him were enemies or friends, nor did he dare to speak easily, so that the enemy could capture the exact direction. He suddenly discovered that the Ming sects were all wearing high-top pointed horse boots, while Xu Yilang and others were wearing flat cotton shoes, which was clearly distinguished! Hu Xiaotian didn't have to look up his head, just look at their shoes, and knew which group of people around him were from. He had a sudden inspiration and picked up a fallen scimitar. Anyone with flat-bottomed cloth shoes passed by, without saying a word, would strike their ankle.

Xu Yilang and others never dreamed that there was such a surprise soldier. They were not wary of the fragile parts of the lower plate. They were caught off guard and were injured six or seven good men in a row, with heavy casualties. The Ming Cult took the opportunity to gain the upper hand, echoed each other, connected into a group, and rushed towards the gate unstoppable. Xu Yilang was shocked and furious, and his foolproof plan made mistakes one after another. How could he explain to the leader? He was inciting his subordinates to fight to the death to block the enemy, and the fierce battle between the two sides became more and more cruel.

Hu Xiaotian knew that if he could not follow the Ming Cult to break out of the wine shop, he would have to die once he fell into Xu Yilang's hands. However, the situation was so chaotic that if he approached rashly, he would be killed by someone. Seeing that everyone was moving towards the gate, no one paid attention to the rear, he turned his mind and slowly moved towards the back door against the wall.

Hu Xiaotian tiptoed through the kitchen and patio, and came to the empty backyard. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a skinny black horse stretched out his head and neighed at him. Hu Xiaotian was overjoyed and hurriedly waved his knife to cut the rope and led the horse out. He turned over the horse, knocked his feet on the horse's belly, and his mount rushed into the night, throwing the shouts of killing behind him...

Hu Xiaotian knew in his heart that those who dared to ambush the Ming Cult must be a powerful gang in the world, otherwise he would not be able to mobilize so many masters. He destroyed the carefully planned actions and would inevitably be cruel revenge. It is best to run as far as he can now. He did not dare to gallop on the road and race into the wilderness. Unexpectedly, after the dark horse ran more than ten miles, his speed became slower and slower, panting, and he looked like he would fall to the ground at any time. Hu Xiaotian was anxious and simply jumped off the ground and ran quickly, regardless of his life or death.

He walked quickly overnight until the east was white. He stopped. The nearby mountains were undulating and cedars were standing in a good place to hide his body. He changed his bloody clothes, dug a hole and buried it with a knife. He was about to change his appearance when he suddenly heard the sound of his hooves and thunder, and someone rushed towards the snow forest.

Hu Xiaotian looked down and saw two groups of people running quickly one after another. Yun Daier and others fleeing in front! They were probably defeated by the enemy when they broke through, leaving only five people. The pursuers were all bare on their heads, waving cymbals, three-tooth forks and other strange weapons, shouting loudly, full of energy. Hu Xiaotian shook his head and smiled bitterly, why can't God get along with him? I can't even hide the trouble!

Most of Yun Daier and others were injured, and they were bleeding all the way while running, so naturally they were not as fast as the enemy's horse. As soon as they ran into the woods, the enemy had already chased the horse. With a strange roar, the bald men threw the cymbals in their hands at the same time, like huge wheels, spinning at the backs of the Ming Cult members.

These cymbals cast quickly and violently, with sharp zigzags on the edges, making a sharp sound when flying, making the scalp numb. Yun Daier and others dare not take it forward, some jumped into the air, and some rolled down from the saddle. But when they saw the cymbals pass by, blood flashed, and several horses were cut off their necks, and they blew blood and fell on the snow, which was extremely miserable.

Hu Xiaotian was originally in the disorder of yin and yang, and there were signs of emotional outflow. In addition, he saw bloody scenes continuously, and the violent aura in his body suddenly rushed up, with murderous intent, and he couldn't help but punch the ground hard. He was secretly shocked. If he couldn't control the murderous intent and rushed out rashly, wouldn't that betrayal?

The cymbals seemed to be spiritually drawn in the air, and flew back to the master's hand. The edge of the serrated teeth did not touch a drop of blood, and still reflected the cold white light. The bald men jumped off the horse and surrounded the five Ming Cult members, staring at them. One of them shouted: "Surrender quickly, otherwise you will be your life!"

Yun Daier was protected by four believers in the center, looking at the enemy coldly, with pride and unyielding faces on her face, and said, "What qualifications do you, those who hide their heads and tails, want us to surrender? What is the intention of sending you to sneak into the Central Plains? Did you officially declare war on my Ming Cult?"

The bald men were all shocked and asked silly: "How could you know our identity?"

Yun Daier frowned and said, "I'm not blind. Can't you see the yellow monk robe you exposed? Besides, you are obviously using magic tools commonly used by the Lamas. I don't want to know that you are from Tubo. Although the teachings of the Ming Cult and the Huang Cult are different, we have always avoided conflicts with the Huang Cult. The two families have no deep hatred. Why did the fearless living Buddha sneak attack us?"

The bald men looked at each other, pulled off their coats, revealing the yellow monk's robe below. One of them shook his head and said, "We don't know the real intention of the Living Buddha. If the Living Buddha wants us to capture you alive, we will firmly implement his orders. Anyone who blocks will be killed without any quasi-death!"

Hu Xiaotian's heart was thrilled. Could it be that the fearless living Buddha coveted Yun Dai'er's beauty? The Lamaism is different from other Buddhist sects. It does not prohibit blind dates between men and women, and even "happy**" is spread. It specializes in studying the ways of men and women, and is always praised by princes and nobles. However, with the dignity and knowledge of the fearless living Buddha, how could he offend Ming Cult because of his female sex and act such a deed that would not be worth the loss? Yun Dai'er is the saint of the Ming Cult. Once she has any shortcomings, the person who attacks will be crazy revenge by tens of thousands of Ming Cultists. The fearless living Buddha is willing to take this great risk, and there must be another hidden story behind it. What is that secret?

The four Ming Cult disciples raised their chests at the same time and shouted: "Unless you kill us, you don't want to touch a finger of the saint!"

There were seven Huang scholars who were chasing him, let alone nonsense. The magic weapons in his hands were shaking, and the figures flashed and rushed forward like evil wolf.

Yun Daier suddenly said: "Bu Mixue Killing Formation!"

The disciples of the Ming Cult shouted loudly, and at the same time waved their palms and hit the ground hard. The violent palm wind swept up the soft snow, covering up their bodies in an instant. The seven Huang Cults were inexplicably, not knowing what the meaning of their opponents doing this? Their body movements in front of them did not stop and rushed into the flying snow. However, in this short moment, the members of the Ming Cults had moved and changed positions, as if they had suddenly disappeared, causing their attacks to fade. The seven Huang Cults were slightly stunned, and several cold lights suddenly appeared on the snow, and they quickly and incoherently stepped towards them. But when they saw blood splashing, four people were already stabbed in their waists and legs. When they were shocked and angry, their opponents disappeared and melted into the snow.

It turned out that the Ming Cult was rooted in the cold land of the northwest. The disciples in the sect were all good at fighting in the snow. They wore white clothes and used the flying snow to confuse the enemy's eyes and ears, thus achieving the goal of hiding the traces and attacking the enemy inadequately. The Ming Cult members adopted the strategy of avoiding the real and attacking the virtual, breaking them up, and constantly waving their palms to stir up Bai Xue, while waiting for an opportunity to use a knife to hurt the enemy, and frequently succeeding.

The seven Huang Cultivators were trapped in the ice and snow formation. They saw white in front of them. They could not find the exact direction of the enemy. The more they fought, the more they were panicked, and the moves were almost inconsistent. During the fight, they screamed in succession. Two people were killed by random knives and covered with blood. At this time, the remaining five people suddenly shouted in the dialect and threw away their weapons. The five of them stood in a straight line. The latter put their palms on the vest of the former, and they were linked together. Standing in front, the ones who stood in front and got the skills from the four people behind. The monk's robe was swelling like a ball, and with a wave of casual hands, the fierce palm force swept across like a hurricane, immediately clearing a large area of ​​blind snowflakes. The lama in the front row did not care where the enemy was invisible. His palms came out at the same time and swept wildly towards the open spaces in front, back, and left and right.

The power of the five of them attacked together was so powerful that the Ming Cult could not resist it at all. They were hit by the opponent's palm force in a muffled groan, and they vomited blood and fell to the ground. The Mixue Killing Formation completely collapsed.

Everyone of the Huang Cult disciples were injured and angry that their companions were killed. The leader of the lama did not follow any rules in the world. He followed the four palms and beat the four Ming Cult disciples to death, leaving Yun Daier alone.

In fact, Yun Daier's martial arts skills were not as good as those of the Ming Cult disciples who were traveling with him. He was beaten three feet away after being beaten. His bones were so painful that they broke into pieces and vomited several mouthfuls of blood. When she raised her head again, her companions were already injured and didn't even have time to make a cry for help. Yun Daier was sad and angry, and took out a white bottle and threw it at the lamas.

The leader's lama sneered, "What the hell is this?" With a whimper, he shook the bottle thrown in front of him to pieces. Unexpectedly, as the bottle was broken, a ball of white powder exploded, which turned out to be extremely cold. He immediately frozen the lama's arms. In just a blink of an eye, a layer of white thin ice visible to the naked eye quickly covered his whole body. The lama, who was standing in the second, realized something was wrong, and the biting cold current had already been transmitted from his companion, and also frozen him to the ground. Since the five of them used the Qimen technique to penetrate the internal force, no one could get out alone, and could only watch the frost gradually spread and finally covered all the five people.

The strange peak suddenly popped up, and Hu Xiaotian was shocked. What kind of strange cold foreign object was Yun Daier used? It was unheard of, and it was so magical!

Yun Daier felt a little relieved when she saw the enemy being frozen to the ground, and she wanted to struggle to kill the opponent. Unexpectedly, she was injured too much. She couldn't stand up after she had straightened her waist several times. Her limbs were soft and weak, and she might not even be able to hold the knife. She didn't expect to kill the enemy. Her heart sank into the bottomless abyss. Her internal injuries were not something that could be recovered in a short time. Once the enemy dissolved the cold air on her body, a disaster would be coming! She died young, and she was most afraid of being tortured by the other party's lustful play, defiled the name of the saint, and humiliated the God of Light of the Ming Cult.

The surroundings were silent, only the cold wind whispered. The sun slowly rose, and the warm sunlight shone into the snow forest, shining on the bodies of the five people in the Huang Cult, and the ice and snow began to melt.

Note: 1. "Tianlu Purple Orchid" and "Immortal Grass" mentioned in Volume 3, Chapter 25 that only when the two are mixed can they have an intoxicating effect.
Chapter completed!