Chapter 66 Zhou Yang returns

"Stop!" Zhang Ling'er was anxious and pushed Princess Nangong hard. Princess Nangong staggered. The fifth sword did not slash. The sword body rubbed against Princess Nangong's skin. If it was a little slower, Princess Nangong's arm would be ruined.

"Come here! There are criminals!" Zhang Ling'er and Princess Nangong shouted in unison.

Although Princess Nangong escaped, she was so scared that she was so scared that she was not shy. However, Princess Nangong was calm and did not panic, but asked for help with Zhang Ling.

Although there are few people here, after all, they are close to the street, and pedestrians have seen it and looked at it. Fifth Qi snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand pointed at Zhang Ling'er as his chest and stabbed him. A cold smile flashed across the corner of his mouth: "I'll call you, call you!"

"Be careful!" Princess Nangong shouted anxiously, pushing Zhang Ling'er hard, Zhang Ling'er's delicate body tilted, and the sword stabbed her shoulder.

"Ah!" Zhang Ling'er screamed, her appearance was pale as pale as paper.

The fifth one draws out the sword, and a stream of blood spurts like a water arrow, splashing out, making the ground red.

Princess Nangong and Zhang Ling'er, one has been in the deep palace for a long time, and the other has been farming in the suburbs. In this life, she has never seen human blood except for seeing chicken, dog, and pig blood. She was so scared that she was stunned and turned into a statue.

"Hmph!" The fifth all stuck out his tongue, looking bloodthirsty, and stabbed the sword in his hand towards Princess Nangong's shoulder.

"Ah!" The severe pain made Princess Nangong wake up, and she raised her white jade-like little hand and slapped Diwu Qi in the face. Diwu Qi was caught off guard and slapped hard in the face, making a crisp sound.

The fifth one followed Guo Jie, and was in the world and was superior to everyone. When did he slap people? He couldn't help but feel angry and turned his right hand and hit Princess Nangong as his chest.

He is Guo Jie's proud disciple, with a strong martial arts skills and the power of a palm is extraordinary. If Princess Nangong hits him, he will definitely die on the spot. Zhang Ling'er has already woken up and pounced on him like a desperate situation, protecting Princess Nangong, and slapped Zhang Ling'er's back with one palm in the fifth.

"Bor!"

Zhang Ling'er opened her mouth and squirted out blood, spraying Princess Nangong all over her body.

"Hmph!" The fifth Qi still refused to give up, and another palm hit Zhang Ling'er's head. If he hit him, Zhang Ling'er would have died of shattering.

"careful!"

At this moment, Chu Qiao and Han Feng exclaimed in unison. Although the fifth Qi did not understand why the two were so panicked, they heard the storm behind them. Knowing that there was a master coming, they jumped sideways and wanted to go away.

However, he was quicker, and the attacker was faster. A powerful force hit his shoulder. The fifth fell out and fell to the ground. It was already ten feet away. It hit a dog and ate shit, and a mouthful of blood was knocked out.

Wu Qi had never suffered such a big loss in his life. He was angry and jumped up quickly. He turned his head and saw a thin old man standing in the local area. The old man was wearing a coarse gauze dress. At first glance, there was nothing surprising. However, when you look closely, there was a kind of inexplicable and unexplained special thing. How special it was, it was hard to say.

"Senior, who is the master?" Chu Qiao held the hilt of the sword in her right hand, but did not step forward to fight with the old man.

He saw the old man take action with his own eyes, as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. Even his master Guo Jie is just like this, so he is not an opponent.

"Guo Jie's few disciples who are incompetent can only bully women, so stay!" The old man snorted coldly, his eyes were bright, and he stared at Zhang Ling'er, and a strange expression flashed through his eyes.

"Senior, since you know the name of my master, please spare me for my master's sake." Chu Qiao said this for the first time in his life, and was asking for help. He really didn't believe that this was said by himself.

"Don't use Guo Jie to scare me." The old man said disdainfully: "If I had known that he was so lawless, I would have killed him with one palm. Will the scar on Guo Jie's chest still exist?"

"Ah!" The fifth Qi and the other two knew that Guo Jieping had only one defeat, and they were defeated miserably, almost losing their lives. In that battle, Guo Jie left a sword wound in his chest. It is said that the master showed mercy and spared Guo Jie's life.

Not many people know about this, only Guo Jie and Di Wu Qi's three confidant disciples knew about this. Whenever Guo Jie talked about that battle, Tan was shocked.

The old man actually knew about this, that is, Guo Jie's wound was left by the old man in front of him, and it would be impossible to be afraid of Chu Qiao and the others.

However, the old man in front of him was nothing strange. How could he defeat Guo Jie? He even changed his color after decades of talk?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

The old man didn't give them time to think. When his body moved, it was as fast as the wind. He used his palm as a knife and slashed his right palm towards the fifth Qi. The fifth Qi had only had time to dodge, but he didn't have time to dodge, so he watched the old man slash his shoulder with his palm.

"Click!"

A clear sound of bone shattering sounded, and the fifth shoulder collapsed and fell softly to the ground.

The old man's body was like the wind and his palms were like lightning. Chu Qiao and the other two had never seen such a fast body technique. Even if he was a master Guo Jiebi, he was far from inferior to him. The shock in his heart was far beyond the description of his pen and ink.

At this moment, they were sure that the scar on Guo Jie's chest was left by the old man in front of him.

"escape!"

Chu Qiao and Han Feng turned around and ran away, but as soon as Chu Qiao turned around, the old man rushed towards Chu Qiao like a big bird, and was in the air and kicked Chu Qiao's vest. Chu Qiao could not dodge anywhere, as if he was hit by a giant pestle, and fell one foot away. He opened his mouth and blew blood from a mouthful of blood, and he was slapped on the ground.

The old man fell to the ground, his feet were on the ground, and his body leaped into the air again, and rushed towards the Korean wind. Before Han Feng could escape three feet, he chased him. The old man slapped Han Feng on the left rib with a palm, and a sound of bone shattering sounded, and Han Feng fell to the ground softly.

The old man didn't even look at the three of them at once, and quickly walked to Zhang Ling'er.

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness, Senior!" Princess Nangong hugged Zhang Ling'er in her arms, and tears flowed down her cheeks, as if pear blossoms were raining, which aroused pity. She said in a begging tone: "Please save Sister Ling'er!"

Although Princess Nangong has been in the deep palace for a long time and has not experienced the world, she is a smart person. The old man has such a high skill and must have extraordinary means. It is absolutely right to ask him for help.

The old man squatted down and examined Zhang Ling'er's injuries. He frowned and said hatefully: "What a cruel heart, he actually made such a harsh hand!" He took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured out the medicine, and applied it to Zhang Ling'er.

Then he handed the medicine bottle to Princess Nangong and asked Princess Nangong to apply it on her shoulder. Princess Nangong did what she said and applied the medicine to her shoulder. A cool feeling rose and the pain was greatly reduced.

"Go back to the palace quickly and ask Mr. Cang to show his skills." The old man looked at Zhang Ling'er with his eyes, looking like compassion.

"May I ask the name of Gao, Senior." Princess Nangong forced herself to stand up and looked at the old man with a picture of her.

"Why do people in the mountains and fields need names?" The old man did not have a common name.

"Thank you for helping me!" Princess Nangong could no longer hold on and fainted on the ground.

"Ah!" the old man sighed.

"Master, you run so fast!" Dongfang Shuo arrived panting, running too fast, and sweat was already seen on his face, which was in contrast to whether the old man was angry or not red.

"Ah! Is there really a bloody disaster?" Dongfang Shuo saw the two girls on the ground, and couldn't help but be surprised and screamed: "Master, you are so accurate!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" the old man said in a deep voice: "Send them to the palace."

"Imperial Palace?" Dongfang Shuo was a little shocked.

"Where can I send it to the palace if I don't send it to the palace? King Liang colluded with Guo Jie and did such a thing. It's time to end this matter!" The old man looked at Zhang Ling'er, shook his head, and sighed, "This child has suffered an undeniable disaster!"

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In Weiyang Palace, teams of soldiers were patrolling.

A group of soldiers, wearing armor, hanging a Han sword on their waists, holding a long halberd in their hands, stood at the gate of the palace, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

A carriage rushed over and the soldier hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Stop! Stop!"

The coachman waved his whip and the carriage stopped. The soldier asked, "What's wrong with you? How dare you go to the palace."

"I gave it to someone." The coachman was a little scared and looked at the aggressive soldiers uneasy.

"Send someone?" the soldier was very surprised and asked, "Who is he going to give?"

"The injured person." The coachman hurriedly replied.

"Where?" The soldier even more strange.

"In the car." The coachman opened the car door and the soldier looked into the car. Princess Nangong and Zhang Ling'er were sitting in the car. Chu Qiao, Han Feng, and the fifth Qi three were lying horizontally, as if they were dead dogs, motionless.

"You are sending the dead?" The soldier raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. He sent the dead to the palace. This was the first time since the founding of the Han Dynasty. It was horrifying and it was impossible to ask the soldiers not to be annoyed.

"No one is dead, injured." The coachman hurriedly replied.

"Are you injured?" Princess Nangong and Zhang Ling'er were covered in blood and breath, and their chests were slightly undulating.

"Ah! It's a princess!" The soldier recognized Princess Nangong. Princess Nangong was actually injured. Look at her appearance, she was still very injured. She was a golden branch and jade leaf. Even if she lost a hair, it was a great matter, not to mention that she was still injured so much that the soldier was almost scared to the ground.

The soldier surrounded him and saw the situation in the carriage clearly. He pointed the halberd in his hand at the coachman and shouted: "Bold bandits, how dare you hurt the princess!"

"Look at me like this, do I seem to be harming people?" The coachman was anxious and hurriedly defended: "Someone paid me to send them to the palace, saying that there was a heavy reward. The emperor was happy, and maybe he would give me a title."

The soldier looked at the driver left and right. This person was the driver and he couldn't make any mistakes. The long halberd no longer pointed at him.

"Hurry, hurry into the palace." The team leader suppressed his fear and issued an order, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and shouted: "Go and report to the emperor!"

The soldier jumped onto the shaft, drove the carriage, and entered the palace.

Not far from the palace gate, the old man and Dongfang Shuo saw it, nodded slightly, turned around and left.

Dongfang Shuo chased after him and asked strangely: "Master, why don't we hurry to Suiyang and take Guo Jie?"

"Why do we have to take action on this matter? The court will deal with it!" The old man looked up at the sky and observed for a while and said, "There are weapons!"

"Swords and weapons are rising?" Dongfang Shuo looked up at the sky and looked at it for a long time. There was nothing but a scorching sun in the sky, and he was extremely puzzled.

"Xiao Shuozi, when you can understand the celestial phenomena, you will understand. This time, the swords and weapons will be filled with blood and corpses as big as a mountain!" The old man shook his head and strode away.

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Weiyang Palace, the Palace of Heart-Surviving.

Emperor Jing was wearing a Yanju robes, kneeling on a short table, reviewing memorials. The memorials on the desk were piled high.

"Emperor, your grandson, something is wrong! something is wrong!" Chuntuo rushed in in a panic, his face pale, as if the sky was falling.

"What's the matter? So panicked." Emperor Jing was very surprised. Emperor Jing knew Chuntuo's eunuch. He was clever and brave. He was so scared that he was at a loss. It was naturally a great thing.

"Your Majesty, don't be anxious." Chuntuo couldn't help but sucked the air conditioner, and before he could tell the truth, he comforted Emperor Jing: "Princess Nangong was assassinated and was seriously injured."

"Nangong was assassinated?" Emperor Jing shook his head, disregarded his concern, and smiled, "Who will attack her?"

The King of Liang assassinated the minister because the minister obstructed his major affairs. Princess Nangong, a peaceful princess, did not participate in any political affairs. Who would attack her?

"Your Majesty, how dare you talk nonsense about such a big thing?" Chuntuo was almost crying, and he said hoarsely: "The princess left the palace and was beaten seriously injured. She was sent back to the palace."

"Bang!"

The wolf-bo pen in Emperor Jing's hand fell off, his body stiffened, his mouth widened, and he shouted: "Nangong!"
To be continued...