Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 12
"Help Master!"

"Boss, are you okay!"

……

A group of Shennong Gang disciples hurriedly gathered around Sikong Xuan, looking nervous.

Sikong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at Long Peng's back, and said weakly, "Quick...quick...chasing after him!"

"drive!"

Long Peng swung his whip high, and the Yunnan horse under his crotch galloped like a wind and thunder, setting off a cloud of smoke and dust.

Mercedes-Benz all the way.

Zhong Ling, who was lying on the horse's back, couldn't stand the bumps for a long time, and felt like he was about to vomit out the lunch he ate yesterday.

"Lin... Lin Qiye, please untie me first, it's too uncomfortable."

Long Peng seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to ride his horse with a relaxed expression.

"Hey, do you hear that? Untie me."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, at worst, you just scold me back, and I will never speak back."

"Well……"

"Did you hear that, vomit... quickly untie me..."

Zhong Ling's face turned pale and red, and he felt dizzy, "My surname is Lin, you are too... vomit... you are too narrow-minded."

"No, I'm going to vomit... vomit..."

"Woo... woo..."

Seeing Zhong Ling retching, Long Peng frowned slightly, reined in the reins, pulled the hemp rope that restrained Zhong Ling and lifted it upwards, a little further away from him.

"Don't spit on me, my robe is very difficult to wash, you can wash it if it gets dirty."

Zhong Ling was lifted into the air like a civet cat, the hemp rope tightened her skin, it was extremely uncomfortable, hanging in the air like this, life and death were involuntary, she felt extremely ashamed.

"Just let me down!"

puff--

Before Zhong Ling could react, she had already landed on her face.

"as you wish!"

The corners of Long Peng's lips could not stop rising, pretending to be calm, "Miss Zhong, I have something to do next, so let's take a step first."

"Wait a moment!"

Zhong Ling crippled the boss and got up from the ground, looking at Long Peng who was holding back a smile, with resentful eyes, "Phew... Please Lin Shaoxia, please untie the little girl."

"Good to say."

Long Peng pulled out his long sword and swung it down, bringing out a fierce sword wind.

"do not!"

The sword's edge was like snow, bright and white, and Zhong Ling's hair stood on end in fright, and his autumn eyes were closed tightly.

click -

Putting the long sword back into its sheath, looking at Zhong Ling who was frozen in place, not daring to move, Long Peng laughed twice, "Farewell."

"drive!"

After a long while, Zhong Ling opened his eyes, and hurriedly touched up and down, for fear that he would be cut somewhere.

"Huh...it scared me to death."

Zhong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Long Peng leaving, he couldn't help grinding his teeth, "This guy is really small-minded, don't even think about finding a wife in this life!!"

"Humph!"

Zhong Ling compared his fists and gave Long Peng a vicious look.

"Miss Zhong? Miss Zhong!"

A slightly joyful voice came from the nearby forest, Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, seeing a man in a green shirt running quickly, he couldn't help but brows happily, "Brother Duan?!"

"It's me! It's me."

Duan Yu responded repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his brow, and wondered, "Miss Zhong, you were caught by the Shennong Gang, didn't you? Why..."

Zhong Ling gritted her teeth, "Just now that fellow Lin Qiye passed by and saved me."

"Young Master Lin?"

Duan Yu's eyes brightened slightly, he looked around, "Where is Mr. Lin, why didn't you see him?"

"The guy rode away."

Hearing that Zhong Ling's tone was wrong, Duan Yu asked curiously, "What's wrong with Miss Zhong, maybe there was some misunderstanding with Mr. Lin!"

"Who has a misunderstanding with that narrow-minded guy?"

"This face is full of resentment, and he said that there is no misunderstanding..." Duan Yu whispered.

Zhong Ling raised her brows upside down, turned her eyes across, and said quietly, "What did you say?"

"Ahem... nothing, nothing."

Duan Yuqing coughed twice, turned sideways to avoid her gaze, "Well, we're not safe now, let's go quickly."

When Zhong Ling heard this, his expression paused, and there was a bit of anxiety between his brows.

"Brother Duan, you have Broken Intestine Powder and still need an antidote, follow me back to the Valley of Myriad Tribulations to find my father."

"When my father will be there, I understand that Sikong Xuan would not dare not give the antidote."

Duan Yu nodded, "Let's leave now."

"it is good!"

...

...

this day.

Diancang Mountain, Zhongyue Peak.

Tianlong Temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. It is not the season for camellias to bloom at this time. Most of the camellias around the temple are flower buds, shyly waiting to be released, and a faint fragrance can be heard faintly.

"Amitabha, horse riding is not allowed around my temple, please forgive me."

The Zhike monk of Tianlong Temple saw that Longpeng came in a hurry and came on horseback, unlike ordinary pilgrims, so he hurried forward to stop him.

"Call..."

Long Peng got off his horse and returned a salute, "I am entrusted by Master Guibaosha Deadwood to send this letter to Master Kurong, and I ask the mage to pass it on for me."

"Amitabha."

The Zhike monk looked a little puzzled, "I haven't heard that there is a dead wood master in our temple, maybe the benefactor made a mistake."

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, looked up and down the Zhike monk, and was about to speak when he heard a steady voice from the temple.

"Ming Kong, what happened?"

"Reporting to the abbot, this benefactor said that a dead wood master in our temple sent him to deliver a letter."

"Uncle Deadwood?"

Benyin was stunned for a moment, and walked quickly to Longpeng's side, "Amitabha, benefactor, please forgive me, Mingkong entered the temple for a short time, so I don't know the situation inside the temple."

"It's okay."

Long Peng waved his hand, and handed over the letter, "Master Deadwood entrusted me to send this letter to Tianlong Temple, and now I have fulfilled my promise, so I will leave."

"Oh...donor, please stay."

After receiving the letter, seeing that Longpeng was about to leave, Benyin hurriedly called out, "The almsgiver must have felt tired after traveling so hard all the way, how about taking a rest in this temple?"

Long Peng pursed his lips, and nodded slightly, "Then I will not disturb you for a while."

He has traveled more than ten thousand miles in the past four or five months, and he has experienced a lot in the middle, and he has little rest, so he really feels tired.

"Benefactors don't want to dislike this temple, it's good to only have simple tea and light food."

Benyin looked at the little monk named Ming Kong, "Ming Kong took this benefactor to the guest room to rest, so please treat him courteously, don't neglect him."

"Yes, Abbot."

Ming Kong replied, and then made a gesture of invitation, "Almsgiver, please come with the little monk."

"Master Lao."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

……

Watching Long Peng enter the temple, Ben Yin restrained his smile, walked quickly into the Chongsheng Left Pagoda standing in the Liyuan, and walked all the way to the top of the pagoda.

Boom, boom, boom...

Benyin knocked on the door and said slowly, "Master, Uncle Kumu sent someone to send a letter back to the temple."

'come in……'

An old and calm voice sounded in Ben Yin's mind.

squeak-

Ben pushed the door open and entered.

It was early morning.

When the golden red morning sun shines into the room, one can see an old monk with white beard sitting quietly on the futon in the middle, it is Ku Rong.

This Kurong is thin and thin, wearing a very loose monk robe, half of his face is as rosy as a baby, and the other half is as haggard as a skeleton, quite frightening.

The reason why he has such a strange appearance is because he practiced the "Kurong Chan Gong" in Tianlong Temple.

This "Kurong Zen Art" has a total of eight layers, one level is sad and the other level is sad.

It is said.

If one can reach the mystical realm of "neither dryness nor prosperity" on the eighth floor, one can achieve the realm of a congenital great master.

Kurong has now reached the state of "half dry and half prosperous", and it is only one step away from "not dry but not tolerant".

But this step alone makes a world of difference.

Notwithstanding.

The strength of this Kurong master is truly extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)