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Shan Qi held a spear in his hand, and was protected by the lotus seed, Amaranth, and came to the group.

Shan Qi asked, "How many people have arrived?" Everyone said, "We saw four people."

Lotus said, "Another five people have come. We caught one in front of the door. Later on, someone rescued him. "

Shan Qi looked up, saw that more than 20 people were injured, and angrily said, "These British people, they have gone too far!" He really couldn't be condoned! They would come again and kill one person at a time. I said the little guy was surrounded and dared to be tough. So he was ambushing these people in the yard. I won't let them off lightly! "

Lotus said, "The little midget's men are all powerful. We can't beat them. They come back, we just shoot him. " Shan Qi replied, "You can't shoot well. You must be really obsessed." Shan Qi was so angry that he couldn't even speak Mandarin.

Shan Qi realized that he was not speaking proper Chinese, so he said calmly, "Shooting here is not allowed. This was a unified rule set by the various emperors. Once we open fire, we'll have patrols soon. Then we will be exposed. Tomorrow I'll go to the legation myself and ask for troops. "

Lotus said, "It's too hard to ask for troops. If Mr. Well doesn't leave, the Minister will not send troops. They resent it too much. "

Shan Qi continued, "If the Minister doesn't send out his troops, I have a way to deal with him. You all better keep your mouths shut. The injured will first go to the backyard to recuperate. "See how I catch the little midget tomorrow!"

"It's difficult," said Atreus. "It's not good for us to be bewitched. We can't get too close." Shan Qi again ordered to heal the injury, then hurried back to the house and the well quiet husband to discuss the countermeasures.

It turned out that the four people who had come down from the room were Pu Xian, Pu Ji, Pu Tuo and Pu Feng. Not long after they arrived, the four of them did not see the little midget being surrounded.

The four only saw Yuan Ming sneakily go to the window to eavesdrop. The four people gathered together and quietly calculated. They all said that Yuan Ming was from the martial arts world. The four of them did not disturb Yuan Ming, and from somewhere else, they also went to eavesdrop.

Suddenly, Yuan Ming was heard captured below. Pushin and Pookie looked down. He saw that Yuan Ming was being forced into the middle of the pillar. The two of them leaped down from the room and saved Yuan Ming.

The two of them remained on top, ready to support each other at any time. The two of them saw that Pushpooji was surrounded, and the more people there were, the more people there were. The two of them also felt itchy and went downstairs to play.

The four of them punished the Monastery and went outside the walls of the Monastery. They all laughed out loud, "The little punk is back again!"

Returning to the temple and entering the Buddhist Sangha, Pu Tuo remembered and said: "Seniors, the person you saved, he was sneaky and seemed to be Yuan Ming. I'm going after him, and the wind tugs at me. He's gone. "

"It's not him, it's not him," he said, shaking his head.

"Junior Brother, stop guessing nonsense." "You've been looking for Yuan Ming for days now, and your mind is completely muddled."

Pookie added, "We were accurate. The man was dressed in vulgar clothes and a top hat, but his face was invisible. He is a person of the martial arts world, not a Monk Yuan Ming. "

Pu Feng also said: "If I don't give him a hand now, he'll catch up. I saw that the man was wearing rich young master's clothes. "

The abbot, Fa Tong, and Ruo Feng listened to the four of them and shook their heads.

"How can you see that he is Yuan Ming when you are far away from him in the dark? You were wrong. How could the people who had been saved by Pushtuji not recognize that it was Yuan Ming? "I also do not believe that person is Yuan Ming."

Puda didn't dare to insist. Everyone laughed. This matter had been suppressed.

Pu Xian continued: "The monastery is indeed not an ordinary place." They have big tricks up there. They say they want to monopolize all walks of life in China. He had seventy to eighty men and women, all of whom had martial arts skills. The four of us are playing around with them. "

Pookie said, "I've never understood why they call their brand 'morals'. The word 'moral' is a civil and religious term used by us in China. It's not stolen by them? "

"They wear the sign 'Moral' and they do 'wicked' things. There is the word 'morality' that insults us. "

"The Japanese nation has been deeply influenced by the Chinese nation since ancient times," he explained. Sometimes they follow our civilisation. The Japanese were still very strict in their decency. When the two men met, they would call each other 'Monarch'. Women had many different names, and together, they would be called 'Gentlemen'. So the Japanese speak for themselves. "

Pu Xian said: "They call themselves' gentlemen ', but their actions are mostly not' gentlemen '. On the sign of 'morality', you can't do 'morality'. The Japanese really do. "

Pu Xian recounted what he heard. "You've all gained quite a bit tonight," he said. The news that Shimamoto had come to encourage the signing of the contract was very important. I have to disrupt their plot. Tomorrow, I'll go there and ask around. Find out what the terms of their contracts are. Then, let him know. If Yuan Shikai goes there, I will capture him and hand him over to Cai Songpo. "

Hearing that, Master Fang laughed: "Capturing Yuan Shikai, do you think we are catching chickens? Easy to say. Ever since Yuan Shikai suffered under your hand, he planned to imprison himself in Zhongnanhai and never come out again until his death. "

"Or else you've underestimated him," he said. Yuan Shikai has the guts to sell his country to the enemy. " Ru Feng was going to inquire about the matter.

Besides, Yuan Ming escaped from the monastery and ran far away. When he looked back and saw that no one was chasing him, he slowed down his pace. Clearly, he was truly afraid. He heard the sound of murder in the monastery, and he was frightened. He didn't want to hear or watch anymore, so he returned back to his room. When he reached the west side of the city, he could no longer hear anything. Only then did he stop.

He didn't know if it was because he was tired from walking, or because he was scared, but he was covered in cold sweat. He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and sat down under the tree. He thought to himself, This is good fortune, good fortune. If it wasn't for those two saving me, I would have died. This is the most dangerous time of my life. The sword pressed down on my neck and made me feel cold. It was extremely dangerous! It's extremely dangerous! "

He touched his own chest and flesh and found that they were all jumping. He thought to himself, "This is what I call being scared witless!" I can see that I'm really scared. "

Thinking about how he had met with misfortune, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. He then said to himself, "The weirdo said that fortune is great fortune." You really don't make it up. I have these three. "

He was thinking wild thoughts and happy when he suddenly felt that his seat was cold. He got up, brushed himself off and walked away. When he returned to the store, he did not see the waiter. He was secretly delighted. "That's good. No one has seen my sorry state."

He held the lamp in his hand, wiped his sweat, fanned himself with his hat, drank a spoonful of cold water, came back, sat down, and said to himself: "My sweat is not just a shock; it is a good injury, and my body is weak." Actually, no one said he was scared, but he was still suspicious.

Yuan Ming sat alone for a while. Feeling bored, he spread open the bed, blew out the light and lay down on the bed. He let his thoughts run wild and distracted; he tossed and turned until he was tired. Only then did he fall asleep.

He was aware of one place: two mountains facing each other, surrounded by rolling hills. The mountain is verdant and lush, and the water below is gurgling and flushing. What a tourist attraction! Yuan Ming took a step forward and was about to enter the mountain. It was: Don't look at the unfavorable situation, Yuan Ming is number one in his dreams. He wanted to roam the Eight Tigers Mountain in his dreams.

Yuan Ming took a step into the mountain and looked again: see ancient trees, the sun covered the sky, mountain peaks and steep rocks. Pieces of soft grass green, everywhere gorgeous flowers. From a distance, he could hear the gurgling of streams in the stream, and could also hear the chirping of birds in the branches.

Yuan Ming loved to listen, enjoyed watching, and climbed the mountain. When they reached the mountainside and looked again, the scenery became even more spectacular. But see: the stream as bright as silver belt, the melody to the distant stream; rolling mountains, a thousand forms, everywhere the dragon and the tiger.

The winding path was covered by green, appearing and disappearing at the same time. He cut off the little brother's back with a negative salary and left calmly. In the open, the sound of the shepherds' children's whips was bright; in the shade, the tourists' flutes were melodious. The song in the forest was melodious, and the men and women by the stream were playing with each other. What a wonderful burst of vitality.

While Yuan Ming was enjoying the scenery, he suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to drink from the stream to quench his thirst. Thus, he rushed towards the stream.

Just as he was walking, a clear spring suddenly appeared beside him. Yuan Ming hastily went forward to take a look and praised, "Immortal Mountain!" Immortal Mountain! If you are thirsty, there will be spring. "

He saw the spring water gush out with zest, so he listened attentively to the sound. Yuan Ming was so happy that he did not care to look closely. He bent over the water towards the spring and was about to drink to his heart's content. Suddenly, he saw a stone tablet standing by the spring. Curiosity rose again, and he wanted the Prophet Qing Quan's name. Without drinking water first, he came to the front of the monolith to carefully examine it. There were six large words engraved on the monument: "Holy Water of Gold Deposit".

On both sides, there were also small notes: "Tang Taizong's east expedition, GaoShuwen, came to visit. Imperial Seal: The Holy Water Spring of Gold Deposit."

Yuan Ming read it and remembered it in his heart. Then, he went near the water's edge and drank to his heart's content. Drinking straight Yuan Ming: the foot heart swelling rib, belly inflation. It is difficult to breathe, and it is difficult to move the midabdominal distention. With a smack of her lips, she felt incomparably sweet and refreshed.

After drinking, Yuan Ming stood up. Instantly, he felt a refreshing feeling permeating through his body and an incomparable appetite. He couldn't help praising, "Clear Spring Water, you're worthy of your name!" He looked down at the water again. Suddenly, he saw the Black and White Snakes in the water. They were not even a foot long, and they were playing in the water while wagging their heads and wagging their tails like fish. Yuan Ming was startled. He looked carefully: the white was like snow, and the black was like ink. It is as thin as a spring onion and looks as if it has stirred the tail of two dragons. "

Yuan Ming exclaimed, "So close! So close!" I was so absorbed in my water that I almost sucked the dragons into my mouth without looking at them. That would be a waste, a sin! "It's a sin!"

Yuan Ming looked up at the sky and then back at the water again: that Er Long had disappeared without a trace. Surprised, he looked for it in detail. He saw that the water was clear enough to see the bottom, and the moss around him was green. There was no place to hide. Yuan Ming exclaimed, "Divine item! A divine object! How come she disappeared without a trace? "

Yuan Ming stood up and walked away. Suddenly, he saw a rugged path leading up the mountain in front of him. He hurried over and up the path. Not far away, he saw a huge, glossy rock in front of him, similar to a rock.

Yuan Ming took a step forward and saw that there were indeed words on it. He wrote, "There is a sweet spring in the world, but there is none in the world of holy water. After the Immortal God Scripture has passed, there will be two dragons left in the water. " Below it was the words "Snow Immortal Game Pen Ink". Yuan Ming looked at him doubtfully and said, "I wonder if the person who left behind this poem is a monk, a Taoist, or a mortal? He didn't even know which generation of famous people he was from. The poem was clear, the name incomprehensible. Why does it mean 'Snow Immortal'? A consigned deity? "

Then he said, "Yes, yes. Never mind who he is. See that I also left behind a line in the poem praising the clear spring. It must be vividly depicted, surpassing the 'Snow Fairy'. "

He looked around, picked up a fossil, and also wrote on the back of the stone: "Jin Jin Qingshui spring water, worthy of its name. Sweet open spleen and stomach, cool transmission of the six meridians. Immortals had never been seen before, and there were indeed two dragons. He lowered his head and toyed with it, his figure disappearing without a trace. It was as thin as a spring onion, and its color was very clear. White like the winter snow, black like the crow. "

When Yuan Ming finished writing and was about to throw the stone, he suddenly thought, "Leave your name, leave your name."

Below, it was written in small characters: "This is the hymn given by Master Li Yuan-ming of the State Temple of Sichuan." He threw away the fossil with great pride and said, "These words of mine are very vivid! "Brilliant!"

Yuan Ming then turned towards the peak of the mountain to climb. Unknowingly, he had reached the peak. He saw that the top of the mountain was covered in clouds and mist, and the misty light was drifting about in the air. Looking around, he saw another peak to the north. The heavy rocks on the peak wanted to fall, but strange stones were growing all over the place. There is a loose tip in the rock gorge. No flowers, plants, or green trees. The south of the peak was green and the north was green and soft.

Yuan Ming took a few more steps and saw a path leading to the top of the mountain through the shade of a pine tree and a stone path. The zigzag rose to the top of the mountain. There were quite a few temples in the valley, and the big gourd on top of the pavilion was blood-red. The birds chirped in the direction of the sun, and the deer chirped in the shade.