Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 216|Pure the disease with righteousness

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After going around the mountain, the knife man seemed to panic and plunged into the dense forest.

Outside the forest is not a complicated mountain road, but a flat field.

If you look closely, you can see a familiar house far away. It is the wild shop where you bought your needle and thread last night.

Venerable Yuan Zhi didn’t think so much, just arresting people.

On the other hand, Meng Qi frowned and said in a low voice: “No.”

He doesn’t need to say everything, Mo Li knows what he is referring to.

The swordman’s movements were too flustered, and too embarrassed. At this moment, his pants were all torn in half. If the mask can be counted as clothes, he barely wore two.

This doesn’t match the impression given to them when they appeared.

Although it can’t be said to be unruly and unruly, but there is also a bit of arrogance in the bones, this kind of character that belongs to the master can’t be worn out so quickly. Even if you are frustrated and chased for a while, it is because of the outnumbered people. Even if you are eager to escape, how can you not know the way?

I ran a lap and went around in front of my subordinates?

The two suddenly realized that the swordsman hadn’t turned back for no reason.

The ragged clothes were probably used to cover up, and the knife man had already threw the things in his arms to the Piaopingge killer.

This is strange.

What kind of thing is it? This group of Piaopingge killers appeared, originally for Sijia Mipu’s account book. It stands to reason that they don’t have important things on them. The important thing should be what they are pursuing. Why did it suddenly turn upside down?

The elixir of concealment is a joke, and it should not be true. Even if it is a panacea, it is not guilty of doing this.

Meng Qi didn’t guess what it was, but it didn’t prevent him from making a decisive decision.

“Seventy miles ahead, it is Run County…”

Time waits for no one, Meng Qi had to turn back immediately.

Mo Li knowingly said: “Tomorrow I will be waiting for you at the largest medicinal shop in the city.”

After that, the two separated, one continued to chase the monk Yuanzhi and the swordsman, and the other rushed to the west of the mountain.

They didn’t even discuss who should go after and who should turn back, so they separated naturally.

——Meng Qi thinks there is Yuanzhi here, which is safer. Mo Li thought that the situation over there might be more complicated. Meng Qi has more experience and knowledge, and he can find the truth based on clues, so he may not be complete.

There were no accidents on the next journey, no ambushes, and the swordsmen ran smoothly.

Monk Yuan Zhi fell behind the knife guest with a sigh of relief. He was full of confidence at first and thought that sooner or later he would be able to catch the killer. After all, he was full of energy, but the swordsman was hurt, but every time he was about to catch up, the swordsman would change his body and rush out several feet away.

For a long time, Moli found out that this is a secret technique for light work, which can be used to get out when it is urgent.

It’s not uncommon for the killer of Piaopingge to have such skill.

However, secret methods often require a price.

For example, after using the secret method, your internal strength suddenly increases, you can only maintain the kung fu of a stick of incense. After time passes, it is either death or injury. If you survive by luck, you will not even want to get out of bed within three or five years. .

The consequences of secret methods such as light work are not so overbearing and will not cause people to fall to the ground immediately, but they can also damage the vitality of the bones and bones, and directly affect the lifespan.

The ink carp was extremely unhappy when he saw the swordsman use it again and again.

This swordsman has never known him, and he is a **** killer. Moli doesn’t care about the life and death of the swordsman. However, as a doctor, the swordsman just wanted to die under his nose again and again. This kind of not cherishing his own destiny angered Moli.

“Master Yuanzhi.”

The sound transmission enters the secret, and Monk Yuanzhi’s ear moves.

Mo Lei continued: “It’s not a way to chase down like this. I think this swordsman is exhausted alive, and he refuses to be captured, and the trapped beasts are still fighting and difficult to fight.”

Monk Yuanzhi whispered the Buddha’s name.

He is a monk and has no desire to win, let alone hate the swordsman twice and repeatedly trying to kill himself. After arresting people and handing them over to Fengxing Pavilion, apart from paying the debts, what is more important is the words of the Lord Qiu, the mysterious assassin organization of Piaoping Pavilion is a little unclear with the Sacred Lotus Altar.

The holy lotus altar is the confidant of the soldiers and horses of Xuanchuanguan. If it can disintegrate and attack the holy lotus altar, it is naturally best.

Because of this idea, Yuanzhi monk did not intend to kill the swordsman, only wanted to catch people.

It’s a pity that the other party is too slippery, and it leaks out between the fingers.

Running, Yuanzhi felt that it was not a person in front of him, but a fish.

Or chicken ribs.

It’s a pity that it can’t be pursued.

When I was feeling troubled, Yuan Zhi monk suddenly heard Mo Li’s voice transmission.

“Amitabha, what does the donor mean?”

“If you and I pretend to be weak, I will slow down a little bit without being left behind by him. He even uses the secret method, and it will be worn out if he sees no facts at this moment. If I have a chance to breathe, there will be no in my heart. Not fortunate?”

First show weakness, then attack.

Monk Yuanzhi can see through at one point, and even speak well.

Although the monks don’t slander, this deception doesn’t need to speak to the swordsman. The old monk observes the precepts, but is not pedantic.

Mo Lei is ready to give some insight. It is not easy just to keep his strength until others can’t see the flaws. The person involved is not always able to see clearly.

Wen Zhi had a lot of thoughts, and he just patiently slowed down a little bit, and when the swordsman realized that he was no longer in a hurry to catch up, dozens of miles had passed.

The surrounding area is no longer wild, but villages and wheat fields.

To the busy farmers under the scorching sun, they are like a demon wind rolling up on the ground, not only abrupt but also strange.

Sand dust fascinated people’s eyes, choking people coughing again and again.

When this “demon wind” passed, the sturdy wheat stalks had been covered with a layer of dust and fine gravel. Just now, what exactly passed, but no one could see it clearly.

The courageous people looked at each other, while the timid were pale, and dropped the farm tools and ran home.

Don’t blame them for panic, it’s really like this situation is too much like a monster from the savage family. When a strange wind blows, the baby in the family is gone. Those monsters love to eat virgin boys and girls, even Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian’s troubles, they also love to stare at the harm of the little baby in the family.

Mo Li didn’t distinguish the faintly screaming, he was worried that the swordsmen would rush into the village.

It’s not chasing after the loss, but accidentally hurting the people.

Fortunately, the swordsman has to mix his internal breath to relieve his injuries, and he has to accumulate his strength for a final fight to completely throw away the people behind him, and he has no energy to go through the streets and fight with the two moli. He was falling into the trap of Moli step by step.

The swordsman has no doubt, because after so long there is no result, people are unavoidably discouraged, and even more doubtful about whether they can be caught. He hesitated in his heart and caught up with the Konger who had already exhausted his efforts and did not give birth to them. Wouldn’t it be slow?

Just as Moli expected, the swordsman did not take the opportunity to escape with secret methods, but appropriately maintained a leading position.

Monk Yuan Zhi was very puzzled, but Mo Li motioned to him to slow down after running two miles.

“Donor, this—”

“The master did just that, he won’t run away temporarily.”

The next thing was just like what Mo Li said, Yuanzhi thought hard, and finally had to substitute himself into the swordsman being chased, and then he suddenly came across.

The swordsman knew in his heart that the two behind him were only temporarily out of strength, and did not really lose the ability to sack him. If the swordsman rushed forward at this time, and those who were chasing after him were stimulated, they would have the spirit of chasing after him, and the gain would not be worth the loss.

It’s not as good as trying to figure it out slowly, first accumulate strength, look at the opportunity, and then rush to speed. The people behind him were caught off guard, and when he saw that he was too late, he naturally gave up.

Moli and Yuanzhi monks are showing weakness, and the swordsman is showing weakness.

I figured out the joints inside, and beads of sweat came out of Yuanzhi’s light forehead.

——Both sides have their own calculations, and a little carelessness will result in the loss of the game.

The key point of this game is to focus on “surprisingly unprepared”, and my own side has this opportunity.

Although the advantage is in oneself, when will the swordsman violent and how can he get out, it is completely blind. Therefore, there is no 100% certainty at all.

Won Zhi worries, and sighs that Jianghu people’s tricks are like marching. He has come to a scheming and decisive battle.

“Master.”

There is a sound transmission in my ears.

Yuan Zhi immediately awakened, exhaling angrily, and swiping the wooden staff at the knife man’s knees.

The swordsman was startled. At first he didn’t understand how the old monk suddenly came to the front. When he dodged, he felt a sharp wind. He fixed his eyes to see Moli’s bladeless sword coming straight towards the door. The swordsman was on the spot. A tumbling, knowing that he was in the calculation.

However, his brain reacted, but his body couldn’t keep up with the sudden acceleration.

Moli also deliberately used quick moves, and left before the blade fell.

For an instant, the sword wind was full of energy, and I could only hear the sound of peeling and peeling in my ears, and the flying stones and trees became obstacles.

“…”

The knife man was smashed in the face by a piece of bark, while unavoidably being hit in the back by gravel.

At the end, the old monk swept with a stick, wishing to break the knife man’s leg.

The internal injuries and the sequelae of excessive wear and tear broke out together, and the swordsman finally revealed a flaw when he blocked it.

“Plop.”

The knife man fell in his left knee.

Mo Lei took a step back and looked at the old monk like a glaring King Kong, smashing the man with his wooden staff and rolling around in a small circle holding his head.

When he finally stopped, the knife man was covered with grass blades, his clothes were not covering his body, and there were bruises from stick marks and rocks.

“Ah, the master is waiting for me.”

Mo Lei motioned to Monk Yuanzhi to stop, and then shot out like an electric light.

Not acupuncture, but the joints of the knife’s arms and legs were removed.

——Dislocated limbs can’t run anymore.

Then stretched out his hand and tore off the mask that was fastened to his face by the knife, and removed his chin to prevent him from committing suicide.

Mo Lei’s movements were so fast that he could only see the face of the swordsman after he was resolved.

There are also scars all over, like a ghost.

Most of them are cuts from sharp objects, and some are burns.

Mo Lei’s hand paused, just like that.

I saw many scars on the back and hands of the swordsman before, but Moli didn’t think much about it. He has treated many people from the rivers and lakes in Yongzhou. He knows that those who have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time are like this. Ordinary people go in the wind and rain, they are beaten and beaten in the sword, and some people are tossed out of their own martial arts. .

The more the master is, the more you can toss, such as putting your hands in the hot iron sand, practicing in the rain of arrows shot by the organs, and practicing swords under the waterfall. It is naturally a master’s skill to become a master. There are those who can’t kill them. What are scars and scars?

But this kind of burned scars are very strange, one by one, just like someone burned out with a hot thing.

The face is fine, the neck and chest are the most.

Moli felt wrong, and then looked at the scars on the swordsman, and found that in addition to those common in Jianghu people, there were also long and narrow scars that were obviously caused by others. These scars have been years old, layered on top of each other, and it is no longer clear what the swordsman originally looked like.

Unexpectedly, Monk Yuan Zhi said in a low voice with his eyes down.

The knife man let out a dull smile from his throat. He saw a lot of horror, fear, and pity when others saw him.

Moli stopped on the action of squeezing the chin of the swordsman, half-carrying the person in a daze, and suddenly heard the swordsman laughing, thinking that the person’s voice was hoarse when he spoke before, it is probably not natural.

Looking at the open mouth of the knife man, no poison sac was found, and the ink carp directly closed the mandibular joint for him.

“Aren’t you afraid that I will bite my tongue and kill myself?”

The swordsman broke away instinctively and asked suspiciously.

“You didn’t die before, and you won’t die now.” Moli took the swordman’s right hand again, put three fingers on his wrist, and asked intermittently, “Your throat was hurt when you were a teenager? How did it hurt? Is it boiling water? Medicine? Or is it caused by the delay after dumbing the throat?”

“…”

The swordsman was confused, and Monk Yuanzhi stood beside him chanting.

Moli contemplated the pulse, and continued: “You are deficient in both qi and blood, all relying on the spirit of your heart… the vitality support, this qi does not belong to you, but it has not spread, it is very strange. Kidney pulse failure, internal Take the meridian after the rest…”

“Shut up!”

The knife man suddenly yelled, his eyes fierce.

Mo Li was aware of the problem at the same time, and he looked at the swordsman for a while, and changed his words to ask.

“There is no medicine for muscle growth and blood circulation for scars, but the throat can be cured. Is there a prescription for the price of two fine cloth garments?”