I'm going to be steady first in Zongwu

Chapter 138 Chapter 130 VII.
Jiang Ji told Ouyang Feng that the Nine Yin Scriptures were engraved by Wang Chongyang in an ancient tomb near the Chongyang Palace.

The king of Chongyang Palace, Chongyang, made Ouyang Feng deeply afraid when he heard this name again, and his eyes became serious.

Think back to the first time when Huashan discussed swords, the stinky beggars were defeated by Wang Chongyang one after another.I fought five hundred moves with him, but in the end I was still slightly behind him and lost.

He could only watch as Wang Chongyang took the Nine Yin Scriptures away from Mount Hua.

Later, Wang Chongyang faked his death and used the Nine Yin Manual as a bait to lure himself into the bait. When he came to Chongyang Palace, he opened his coffin and tried to take out the Nine Yin Manual. Unexpectedly, Wang Chongyang expected that he would be fooled and hid it in the Inside the coffin.

When he opened the coffin and relaxed, he used the Southern Emperor's unique Yang finger to seriously injure himself. If he hadn't escaped in time, he might have been sent to the underworld.

After that, Wang Chongyang passed away in Chongyang Palace, and there was another master missing in the Jianghu.

Thinking of this, it seems like yesterday, Ouyang Feng sighed.

Although Wang Chongyang made a move, Ouyang Feng still admired him.After all, there are only a handful of people who can defeat him when he is completely victorious, not to mention that Wang Chongyang was able to seriously injure himself with his last breath before he died, and he would not return to the Central Plains for several years.

Unfortunately, he is dead.

But that's okay, if he doesn't die, given his current situation, it's really not easy to go up.

"Father?"

Seeing Ouyang Feng in a daze, Jiang Ji asked, "Father?"

In other words, he won't be crazy again, right?

Ouyang Feng pondered for a moment, then said: "Whether it's true or not, we have to go to Chongyang Palace."

"By the way, go to Chongyang Palace to meet the old friend."

"I don't know, so many years have passed, what is the current level of martial arts of Wang Chongyang's disciples?"

Thinking of the Quanzhen Seven, Ouyang Feng was disdainful in his eyes, that a disciple with great supernatural powers would be such a waste.

"Ji'er, you can try them when the time comes." Ouyang Feng said, "In front of Wang Chongyang."

"My child understands."

Jiang Ji instantly understood the meaning of Ouyang Feng's words.

Finding the so-called misty Nine Yin Scriptures is just one of the things, and the more important thing is to make him, the heir of Western poisons, famous in the world.

Ouyang Feng obviously wanted to do more things for Jiang Ji while he was still sane.

The first place to go is to find the Chongyang Palace kicking hall.

It can only be said that they are unlucky.

……

Jiang Ji and Ouyang Feng came to the city.

He originally wanted someone to tell Zhu and the others that he had to leave for something, and he couldn't go back to join them in a short time.

After I go back, I will go to Tingshui Xiangxie in Suzhou to find them.

"My lord, this place is one day away from Shaolin."

The shopkeeper was in a dilemma: "I'm afraid..."

I heard from the shopkeeper that Shaolin Temple is one day away from here.

The corner of Jiang Ji's mouth twitched slightly, did he and Ouyang Feng run so far?

He clearly remembered that they didn't run very far.

But Jiang Ji didn't bother to care about these things. After buying Ouyang Feng's clothes, he wrote a letter in the inn and asked the innkeeper to find someone to send it to an inn in the lower town of Shaolin Temple. Give it to a girl named Ah Zhu.

Jiang Ji wrote another letter, asking people to go to a Tian'an square in the town under the Shaolin Temple, and ask the shopkeeper inside to hand it over to their boss.

This is Tianzong's contact point, the young master told him before leaving.

If there is anything, you can find her through the contact points in various places.

Although this matter should not be entrusted to the young master for help, it is also for the safety of Ah Zhu and the others.

"Boss, do you have any questions?"

Seeing the two ingots of white silver pressed on the letter, the dizzy eyes of the innkeeper instantly lit up.

"No problem."

"The little one will definitely deliver the letter for you."

The shopkeeper patted his chest sternly, and after taking the silver and the letter, he found someone to deliver the letter quickly.

See the shopkeeper so straightforward.

Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around.

Jiang Ji waited downstairs for a while, and soon, Ouyang Feng came down from the inn. After changing into white clothes, he tidied up a bit, shaved off some slender beards, and tied up his disheveled hair with ribbons.

Looking at it this way, he walks steadily, tall and tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, a brown beard, and a heroic spirit. His eyes are like knives and swords, so sharp that people dare not look directly at them. He has the power of a master .

I think he was a handsome guy when he was young.

Standing together, the two really look like father and son.

"Ji'er, let's continue on our way." Ouyang Feng said with his hands behind his back.

This place is far away from Chongyang Palace, and he needs to pave the way for Jiangji as soon as possible before he regains his sanity.

Ouyang Feng got on his horse.

Then he rode his horse and headed west, Jiang Ji followed behind.

……

"Step aside!"

"Step aside!"

"My son is here, let's all disperse!"

On the West Street, everyone watched the horses galloping past in the downtown area. Immediately, a dandy grabbed the reins and waved a whip in his hand. The people on both sides dodged and dared not speak out.

This dude is the most beloved son of the local county magistrate, and no one dares to offend him.

If you want to report to the police, you will be beaten several times regardless of the reason and stay in the cell for a few days.

After several times, no one dared to report to the official.

Suddenly, he saw two tall horses running towards him in front of him, and the dude was overjoyed: "Stop!"

Who dares to ride a horse on the same street as him?

I don't know if horses are not allowed to ride on the street in the city?

The dude smiled and brought them back to the yamen, this time saying that he has no chance to make meritorious deeds?

The dandy held a whip in his hand and waited for them to come over.

But before he whipped out his whip.

The old man in white at the head has already made the first move.

"Snapped!"

In the next second, a whip lashed the horse hard, and the painful horse jumped up and threw the dandy on the horse's back.

With a kick from the horse's hind legs, it happened to kick the dude on the head.

After rolling a few times on the ground, he suddenly lost his breath.

"My son is dead!"

The yamen servant who came after him first tried to understand the aura of the dandy, and shouted: "Quickly report to the master!"

The people were stunned for a moment, watching the two fast horses galloping out of the west gate, and then burst into cheers of joy.

Die well!
Die well!
God really opened his eyes.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Arjuna?"

"Is there a problem?"

Looking at the waiter at the inn and asking himself, Ah Zhu asked in doubt.

"Here is a letter from you, saying that it was sent by a son."

"Sir?"

A'Zhu asked: "But the handsome young master in white clothes?"

"I don't know."

"He just asked someone to send the letter here and let us give it to the girl."

A'Zhu took a deep breath: "Thank you."

A'Zhu took the letter and went back to the room.

(End of this chapter)