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Murong Duoduo waited until the few people's footsteps disappeared from his ears, and when he saw Zhao Daheng blowing out the oil lamp and disappearing into the distance, he calmed down and gently jumped down. He thought to himself: "I have long heard that the Nan Gong Family has been defeated, and the unfilial children of Nan Gong have gone wandering in the river without leaving a trace. So there's actually a twist to the boss's words. "

Walking into the forest, when he grabbed Leng Qing from the bushes, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the forest. He suddenly recalled that Fan Zhangkong had reported to Nangong He that there was an unknown person heading towards the Qu Gong Temple. He decisively rushed back into the temple, grabbed Leng Qing and jumped onto the beam.

Leng Qing was dragged out of the grass by him, but suddenly felt like he was floating in the air, like he was in the clouds. His eyes were full of fear, and if not for the acupuncture points on his body, he would have cried for his parents.

Murong Duo had just stabilized his body when he heard someone say: "Dao leader Greenwood, why do you think the lord came this time?"

The Daoist replied, "I don't know."

The person from before laughed: "You have been in the Central Plains for a few years, how can you still speak so stiffly and without making progress. Are you really as good as gold?"

The Daoist man snorted and said coldly, "You talk too much. This is bad!"

That person could not hold it in and laughed loudly: "Good, good, I finally admire you, hahaha …" Laughing, the two of them entered the temple.

A flame flashed, but it was a laugh. The person who had lit the lantern ignited it with a paper roll. Leng Qing leaned against the beam and looked under the light. If her acupoints had not been sealed, she would have cried out.

He had seen these two before in the afternoon. They were the skinny green robed Daoist who had only brought a basket of chestnuts and gave him a big chunk of silver, and the man in the black suit who was driving the carriage.

After the burly man in traditional Chinese clothing lit up his lantern, he quickly moved around the hall to check if there were any abnormalities. He returned to the front hall and sat down by the side, mumbling, "According to the hour, it should be here soon."

If this man hadn't been holding a lantern, he would have immediately lit up the oil lamp on the divine table and discovered that there was still some heat coming from it, which might have caused him to jump onto the beam and check out the situation.

Just as they were thinking, they heard the faint sounds of footsteps. It was only when they were close to the dilapidated temple that the two Daoist Masters of the Cyanwood Mountain realized what had happened.

The two of them walked out of the temple, and a sedan chair covered with a red cloth slowly approached.

Carrying the palanquin were two large men. They were abnormally tall and broad. They were wearing green clothes with short sleeves, but their sleeves were open, revealing their fluffy chest hair. Their faces exuded a ferocious expression.

The two men walked at a great pace, each step taking them two to three steps away from the others. However, they slowly landed on the ground and arrived in front of Qu Gong's temple in just a few moments.

The Daoist bowed at the same time as the well-dressed man, saying in unison, "Greetings, my lord!"

A person wearing a white robe and black boots stood next to the palanquin and waved his hand: "You don't have to be so polite." Although his tone was calm, his tone was very similar to Murong Duo's and it was filled with a dense coldness.

At first, when Murong Duo heard the footsteps of the two palanquin men, he couldn't help but change his expression when he saw that there was another person sitting next to the palanquin.

The man's voice sounded like he was about thirty years old. It was not surprising that he had reached the peak of his qinggong. However, to meet such a young expert in this wilderness, he couldn't help but be surprised.

From his vantage point, all he could see was the man in white below his neck. A light breeze blew, and the light shone on the weapon stuck at the man's waist. It was a curved blade that looked like a blade, but not a sword. The weapon was long and narrow with no scabbard. Under the flickering and swaying light, it seemed to be glowing with a faint blue light.

Just then, the white-cloaked man asked the big guy, "Pavilion Master Zhuge, what's the unusual situation these days?"

The well-dressed man was Zhuge Ying, the "Soul-Breaking Palm". He bowed and replied, "Reporting to my lord, the" Prince's Mansion's Saber Sect "has been loyal throughout these years. My lord has ordered us to investigate the matter of those poor beggars secretly a few years ago. The subordinates discovered that there were quite a few martial arts experts among them. Amongst them was the famous Nangong Family's head Nangong He and the West Beijing martial arts Lin Wealthy. Jiang Hu was known as the 'Duo Hero of Beijing', Hai Tian and Fan Zhangkong.

The white cloaked man let out an "oh" and felt slightly surprised. He asked, "Does the Prince's Mansion know of this matter?"

Zhuge Ying said, "Your subordinate did not receive your order and did not dare to report it in private."

The white-robed man said, "What kind of climate can a few people who ask for rice achieve?" However, even if Nangong He and the 'Jinxi Duo' were mixed within, they could not be underestimated. I'm afraid that it has something to do with that old ghost Nangong Xiong from back then. You will lead a few people to explore the city, and if you find out where he is, you don't have to alert him in case anything bad happens to us.

Zhuge Ying saluted and retreated. He turned around and let out a whistle. With the sound of the whistle, over a dozen figures shot out from the dark and followed him into the distance.

Murong Duo was secretly shocked. So these two weren't the only ones here. At the same time, they had also set up an ambush. Their movements were so stealthy and secretive, and they were definitely not good people.

The white-cloaked man waited for Zhuge Ying's men to leave before he turned to the Daoist man and said, "Dao leader, you are a man of words, you should never let your guard down. Hehe …" Wang Mansion's Dao Gate, the descendants of Wang Cormorant, are not that easy to deal with. "

When Murong Duo heard the three words "King Cormorant", his heart trembled. The Cormorant King was an important subordinate of Li Shun, the leader of the rebel army during the Taizong era. Li Shunjun was captured and martyred, while Wang's cormorant led the rest of his army to call him King of South Europe. He continued to lead the rebellion, and after his failure, he fell into the grass. The most righteous sect still used all the power they could muster to chase after their successors.

Murong Duo muttered: "So this' Prince's Mansion's Blade Door 'is actually a rebellious descendant!" He thought for a while. "This man in white is not weak at all. He actually colluded with the descendants of the traitors. I wonder what kind of god he is?" A thought flashed through his mind as he thought about the conversation between Nangong He and the unrestrained child. He looked at the white robed person who had a blade stuck at his waist and asked, "Could this person be Li Tang's descendant, Li Longzi?"

He thought to himself, "This bunch of traitors must be trying to rebel and cause trouble. Zhao, Song, and Zhaoge have nothing to do with this old man, and that old man Zhao Heng is especially irritating." But on the face of the Empress Dowager, this old man shall be called upon to bear this matter, and I shall pay no heed to it. "

Seeing that the white-robed man whispered some more instructions, the Daoist nodded his head in agreement. It was still a few sentences, "Quite a few martial artists have entered the Henan Prefecture..." "The Kou Mansion's treasure …" The voice was broken and indistinct.

Murong Duo immediately focused his mind and listened to what the two had to say. The Daoist then bowed and left. The white-robed cultivator turned around as if he wanted to enter the temple to rest.

Murong Duo took out a hidden weapon and thought to himself: "This person has extremely high martial arts. Even though he doesn't smell this old man's aura when he enters the temple, it's hard to not let him detect the sound of the child's breathing. He needs to be prepared."

He was injured, and he wasn't confident that he could defeat the man in white. If it was in normal times, with his martial arts skills, he would have shown himself in front of such a situation. How could he hide in the dark and set up a defense?

The man in white robes wanted to move, but someone from the sedan shouted, "Is everything done? I'm hungry, Big Brother. " Her voice was sweet and gentle with a touch of gentleness and seductiveness.

Hearing the sound, the two men put down the sedan chair. The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted and a young girl with a beautiful age walked out. She was dressed in colorful clothes and wore small flowery brocade shoes.

Under the moonlight, the girl had a oval face and a slim figure. Her hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, which was embedded with several bean-sized pearls. The green silk tapestry around her waist formed a butterfly with a colorful thread. Her delicate and pretty face had a pair of large, nimble eyes. With a turn of the autumn wave, she smiled sweetly and said, "Big Brother, I'm hungry." The way she shifted her gaze was charming and charming, extremely moving.

The white-robed man laughed. "Good, good. Big brother has forgotten that you haven't eaten yet. Come, let's go back to the ship to eat." When he said this, his tone was filled with gentleness and love, without a single trace of chilliness.

The young girl smiled and said, "I want to go to the city for a meal. I want to walk with big brother for a while. It's annoying to sit in a sedan chair." The white-robed man obviously doted on the young girl and nodded in agreement. Each of the two men lit a lantern and led the way. The four of them carried a palanquin and headed towards the city.

After the few of them had disappeared into the night, Murong Duoduo carried Leng Qing and jumped down, not understanding his acupuncture points, and left the temple. They went around the hiding spots of the two men and chased after the four people.

He knew that the white-cloaked person's kung fu was excellent. He could not get close and followed behind him from afar. Fortunately, he could see two lanterns flickering in the distance, so he did not lose them.

At that time, the sky had already darkened, so he didn't have to worry about the other party discovering his tracks. After following them for a while, he saw the two lanterns suddenly rise up and disappear into the darkness.

Murong Duo took a few steps forward and looked over. It turned out that they were already close to the city. The four of them entered the city in a palanquin.

Murong Duo stood in his original spot, and only after a while did he walk over the wall for the four people. The wall was located in the northwest corner, and it was quite remote.

Just as he was about to open his Cold Green Acupuncture Point, he heard someone shout from the city wall: "Who is down there?" A pair of patrolling soldiers, armed with swords and spears, looked down with lanterns in their hands.

Murong Duo slowly put down the silence and did not answer. The soldier saw that it was an old man and a little kid, and could only tell that they were the commoners that were blocking the way to the city late at night. He shouted, "Get out of the way! Be careful! Your Lordship will treat you like thieves!"

Murong Duo was furious. In these dozens of years, no one had ever dared to scold him like this. His hand gripped onto a poisonous needle and was about to shoot out. However, as he watched the soldiers walk past the city walls, he suddenly thought of someone and was overjoyed. He thought to himself, "How could I forget that he was stationed nearby? That Ye Zichun is known as the capital's number one expert. If he were to help us, why would we have to worry about anything big? "

He thought for a while, "If I get a fast horse and arrive at the garrison of the soldiers under Ye Zichun's command within half a day, this old man would have the command of the empress dowager, so I'm not afraid of him not obeying the order. This matter is not urgent, so I first have to find a safe place to heal my wounds. "No matter how scheming and scheming this unscrupulous child is, he would never imagine that this old man would actually dare to come back, much less hide in this child's home."

Thinking to this point, he was sure that this plan was feasible. He said gently, "Don't be afraid. Why would I kill you? I'll just send you home now."

After being thrown into the grass by this old man in the woods, Leng Qing could only say that the old man had a malicious intention to kill him, and the fear in his heart was indescribable. At this moment, he did not know if those words were true or not as he said in fear, "But …" But I can't walk. "

Murong Duo slightly smiled and asked about the path to his house. It turned out that he was living in an alley behind Pan He's medicine store. He felt that his idea of seeking peace in the face of danger had gained a few points. He carried Leng Qing in his arms, jumped over the city wall with his feet slightly touching the ground, and headed straight for Leng Qing's home.

He had been ordered to arrest the laissez-faire and find out the routes to Pan He's pharmacy. Along the way, they crossed streets and alleyways, picking up sparse number of people to run on. When encountering someone, they would either flee high or low to avoid them. In an instant, they had already turned into the alleyway of the Leng Qing Clan.

Coldsnow, who was a child, could not help but ask, "You …" Are you a god? Liu San can fly, too? Is he a god? "

Murong Ta snorted and ignored him. He felt that if this child was always afraid of him, it would not be beneficial for him to heal his injuries. With a gentle voice, he asked, "Who is Liu San?"

Leng Qing continued, "That stinking beggar who was begging on the street."

Murong Duo thought, "So it's Nangong He." Putting down Leng Ning, he asked, "Are you very familiar with him?"

Seeing his amiable face, Leng Qing guessed that perhaps this old man really was an immortal. His heart was no longer as fearful as before, and he said, "He is always depending on me, Chestnut, and I don't think he has ever received a single coin from him. Who would have thought that he was a bad person, actually going to snatch the old Daoist Immortal's silver. He is so evil, I won't give Chestnut any more money from him in the future."

Murong Dugu thought that he would be able to get useful information from him about Nangong He even if it was a star. However, after hearing him say those strange words, he felt a sense of boredom and lightly shouted, "Alright, stop it. Which one is your home? "

Leng Qing was shocked. She pointed to the inside and said, "This is my home."

Taking a few steps forward, he knocked on the door and said, "Father, I'm back!" After waiting for a while, no one agreed. It was obvious that no one was at home.