Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 30

"So good."

Dayiba nodded slightly, and continued, "Then rest here tonight. Tomorrow, the old monk will go to Dali King City with Master Duan as an emissary of the Great Yuan. I wonder who is willing to accompany him?"

Jiumozhi clasped his palms together, "My little monk is willing to go."

The masked Murong Bo took a look at Jiumozhi and stood up, "I still have something to do, so let's take a step first, so I won't accompany Master Sanzang."

Dayiba didn't seem to be surprised, "If that's the case, then I won't give it away."

"Goodbye."

Murong Bo cupped his hands slightly, strode away, and disappeared into the vast darkness.

The "Second Elders Xuanming" looked at each other, but did not speak immediately, and remained silent.

Da Yiba looked sideways at Yang Lian Zhenjia who was beside him, and said calmly, "I don't know what the younger brother means?"

Yang Lian Zhenjia was also the one who was humiliated by Dayiba and burned Tianlong Temple, so he was naturally unwilling.

If he entered the Dali Palace in such an open and aboveboard manner, he was not sure whether he would be betrayed by Dayiba.

"Brother, brother, I..."

"Okay, junior brother is really brave. After senior brother returns, he will definitely report to master. Master will be very pleased."

Before Yanglian Zhenjia could finish speaking, Dayiba opened his mouth first, and by the way pulled Basi out, Yang Lian Zhenjia had a gloomy expression on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This is what a junior brother should do."

Dayiba nodded with a smile, looked at the remaining three people, "I don't know what you mean..."

"I'm waiting to go."

Deer and Crane clasped their hands and replied.

Thoughts flickered in the eyes of the blood knife patriarch, he glanced at Yang Lian Zhenjia, and coughed twice, "The patriarch is still injured, I'm afraid he needs to recuperate for two days."

"Then the benefactor should recuperate here."

Dayiba and Jiumozhi looked at each other, and said, "Everyone should rest well tonight, and we will leave early tomorrow morning."

Words fall.

Dayiba turned and left, and the rest retreated one by one.

The rest are Yang Lian Zhenjia and the ancestor of Xuedao.

"Dutong, doesn't your brother seem to be giving you face? Shall we..."

The Blood Knife Patriarch was speaking and gestured to his neck.

The smile on Yang Lian Zhenjia's fat face had long since disappeared, and he lowered his voice, "Xue Dao, don't you think this senior brother is injured, or he can't, he is more cautious than you think."

"Don't think about it."

Yang Lian Zhenjia waved his hands, his expression was a little irritable, "You said you were injured, who was injured by you?"

Hearing this, the ancestor of Xuedao turned grim, "He's a stinky boy. From the point of view of martial arts, he looks a bit like a disciple of Quanzhen Sect."

"Oh……"

Yang Lian Zhenjia's expression was surprised, "The Quanzhen sect has such figures besides Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji?"

"I'm not sure, I just saw that some of his moves are similar."

Yang Lian Zhenjia nodded slightly, with thoughts fluctuating in his eyes, he whispered, "Xue Dao, you will follow us tomorrow, but we are going to the palace, and your goal is the Zhennan Palace."

"The Emperor of Dali, Duan Zhengming, has no children. If something happens, the throne must be passed on to his younger brother, Duan Zhengchun. At that time..."

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the blood knife ancestor, "Dutong, I know what to do."

"Ruzi can be taught."

Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled and patted the shoulder of the blood knife ancestor, and said with a smile, "You work hard, I will not treat you badly."

The ancestor of Xuedao lowered his head, sneered in his heart, but said on his mouth, "By the way, although Zhong Wanchou in the Valley of Myriad Tribulations is not very good looking, but his lovely wife is a first-class beauty, I don't know... "

"Um……"

Yang Lian Zhenjia took a rough breath, and a lewd smile appeared on his chubby face, "Blood Knife, from now on Daxue Mountain will only have your Blood Knife family."

"Hahaha... I will tell you to go to rest first, and I will arrange it now."

"Good! Good! Good!!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia said three good things in a row, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, "Remember, hurry up, this seat is full of anger."

"clear."

"Ah."

Watching him go, the ancestor of the blood knife straightened his back, his eyes were full of chills, and he thought, "Fat pig, sooner or later, the ancestor will cut off the fat on your body with a knife!"

The backyard where the women of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations were imprisoned.

"Beauty, Patriarch, I..."

Before the Blood Knife Patriarch finished his words, his expression changed when he saw several Blood Knife Monks lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and then he kicked them over, "Get up!"

"hiss……"

The Blood Knife Monk woke up from the pain. He was originally impatient, but when he saw the gloomy face of the Blood Knife Patriarch, he trembled with fright, "Old...Old Ancestor..."

"Let me ask you, where is the beauty that the ancestor asked you to look at?"

The blood knife patriarch grabbed his collar and asked, pointing to the empty room.

"This... this... I don't know!"

"waste!!"

Hearing the sound of "click——", the ancestor of Xuedao twisted his head off, splashing blood all over his body, making him more and more terrifying, and the remaining few disciples who were frightened quickly fell to their knees and kowtowed.

"A bunch of trash!!"

The ancestor of the blood knife was full of anger, but he already knew who would do it in his mind, and said viciously, "Jumozhi, the ancestor will cut you into pieces sooner or later."

"It's not too late, let's do it now, I'm waiting for you." Jiumozhi appeared slowly, with a casual expression.

"Whoosh..."

The ancestor of the blood knife showed killing intent unabashedly in his eyes, but he didn't do it after all.

He is a person who is afraid of death and cunning, and he knows that he is not Jiumozhi's opponent if he is tough.

Therefore...

"Jumozhi, if you let go of the person whom Du Tong wants, aren't you afraid that Du Tong will blame him?"

"Yang Li?"

Jiumozhi looked disdainful, "Then you let him trouble me."

Patriarch Xuedao narrowed his eyes, "Du Ling, listen to me, it's not that I'm making this up, it's that Jiumozhi really doesn't take you seriously."

Yang Lian Zhenjia cast a cold glance at the blood knife patriarch, how could he not know his intention of using himself as a spearman, but Jiumozhi's words really annoyed him.

There was a lot of movement here, the people in the valley heard the sound and soon formed a group, the "Second Elders Xuanming" in the crowd looked at each other, and they were all optimistic about the show.

"Jumozhi, don't you think that with the backing of my senior brother, the Buddha will not dare to touch you?"

Jiumozhi looked calm, "What do you want?"

"Father..."

Before Yang Lian Zhenjia finished speaking, he heard Dayiba's voice from afar, "It's late at night, and you still haven't fallen asleep, what do you all want to do?"

His voice was not too loud, melodious, just enough for everyone to hear, and his skill was quite good.

Yang Lian Zhenjia pursed his lips and left with a flick of his sleeves. The rest of the Dayuan warriors, monks and others did not dare to delay and left with oil on their feet.

The ancestor of Xuedao felt a pity in his heart, but his face still had an angry look.

"Jumozhi, today is your lucky day."

"Ha ha……"

Jiumozhi looked disdainful, looked at his back, his palms flushed with redness, and murmured, "Sooner or later, I will burn you black sect demon!"

...

at night.

"Baby... baby... leave me alone, go by yourself..."

"Do not talk nonsense."

Gan Baobao yelled, wiped off his sweat, carried the half-dead Zhong Wanchou on his back, and walked on the path, step by step towards the direction of Dali Royal City.

(End of this chapter)