, but the footsteps were heard a few steps away, and she figured that it might be Huang He, she knew that it would be difficult to protect herself, so she decided to die.

The man who came had a beard like a halberd, and as expected the Yellow Crane left.

Bai Qingzhou's heart was numb, and he looked around with strength: This place looks familiar, it seems to be... Xiyan Temple? Although it is outside the battlefield, they were the ones who placed the lord here before he was possessed twice. It cannot be ruled out that there are ten

The possibility of the Three Wings being nearby...

She originally wanted to kill herself with the Drinking Hate Knife, but suddenly she wanted to take a gamble and survive, so she took the bullet from his waist and fired it in the direction of Xiyan Temple. Huang He was shocked and came to his senses, but he couldn't stop him in time -

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At that time, any Jin man standing in this position where he could kill Lin Qian and capture Bai Qingzhou alive would be immersed in joy and excitement. Who would have thought that Bai Qingzhou would become a staunch believer after following Lin Qian for a long time?

A person who encounters life everywhere.

However, there should be no troops stationed in the Xiyan Temple area. Even if she dared to give it a try, she would not be able to find anyone to save her.

Huang Helu's surprise was fleeting. Yes, Lin Qian was still dead... This surprise froze on Huang Helu's face when he saw Bai Qingzhou's face: As expected, the one who can tell her the truth will win the world.

, majestic as a goddess, how can she be in the human world...

He was in a daze and didn't know how long it had been. He was about to step forward to finish off Lin Qian when he heard rustling in the trees in front of him. Song had reinforcements? When did they arrive? Huang Hequ was startled and moved closer to the torch, but only saw

I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a monk lying on a tree, looking up at the sky and throwing coins alone, enjoying himself. He should not have been sent by Bai Qingzhou's letter bomb, but was playing here in the first place——

Why is it said to be playing? Because Huang He went to see clearly that when he threw the "pair money" upwards, it started with one coin, then it became two coins, four coins, eight coins, and the more he threw it, the more it became.

It was quickly thrown into the rain, but not a single drop fell.

However, he was half a hundred years old, and there was a blazing fire nearby. Who was he kidding when he was doing acrobatics here alone? Huang He went without hesitation, and tried the Juemo knife directly at him. Suddenly, all the coins in the monk's hands turned around, and they were scattered all over the place.

Going down high, he turned out to be an enemy. Huang He saw the coin coming and was about to dodge, but the direction of the coin was unpredictable. It swayed rapidly from side to side. Between the electric light and flint, the end of the coin seemed to be ignited, burning out a ball of violent sparks.

With a swipe sound, the tail of the flame stretched out far away, and the coin had been wiped on Huang Hequ's face. This hand, which seemed to be exposed for fun, actually made Huang Hequ unable to move. He was convinced: He turned out to be a master?!

Huang He had only seen Xue Wuqing and He Ruosong have such a powerful internal power to create fire and ice skills before...

"Hey, I didn't go to the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes came to me uninvited." The monk landed beside Lin Qian and Bai Qingzhou, and seemed to be floating on the ground, which was evident in his Qinggong.

"Who are you!" Huang Hequ couldn't control his stern voice. He really didn't want to see Lin Qian get another helper!

"Donor, your voice is so loud, and you want to disturb a few people's dreams." That monk, Bai Qingzhou vaguely remembered, was indeed a monk from Xiyan Temple, and he and Lin Qian had a conversation with each other, "Last night the flowers and trees were broken."

It turns out that this quiet and remote place also has hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

"Let me ask you, who are you and what sect you are?" Huang Hequ asked impatiently, "Could it be... Shaolin?"

"The name of the poor monk... there are several. The latest one is 'Tears of Loneliness'." Monks don't lie, but...

"How can this be the name of the Dharma!" Huang He went and felt that he had been fooled.

"Even if the donor doesn't believe it, there's no need to raise your voice." If the monk hadn't been gifted with extraordinary skills, he would have answered this slowly and slowly, half-smilingly, and Huang He would have wanted to slap him in the face.

"General Huang, why should you kill the forest bandits with the same knowledge as him!" Deputy General Huang Hequ didn't have the patience to do so. He rushed forward and immediately shouted sharply while flashing his sword.

"I told you not to speak loudly..." The monk was angry. When he sighed softly, he snatched away the knife from the general's hand as fast as lightning. At the same time, he moved towards Huang He in one go and the others pushed back. It was obvious that he was

The scimitar looked like a huge brush in his hand, and he used it to sweep away thousands of troops with a swipe of brush and ink. While fighting back, he said the name of the move, "Quick snow and clear sky——"

Bai Qingzhou paused on the ground, but he could vaguely see that the monk's sword skills, no, his brushwork, were coherent and convoluted, magnificent, calm and leisurely, neither fast nor slow. He really had the style of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty, and this

The move does not show any sharpness on the surface, but it contains endless murderous intent. After several strokes, Huang Hequ and his lieutenants were either retreated or disabled, just like the sky clearing up after a quick snowfall.

"Enter!" Another heavy formation of troops surrounded him in disbelief.

Faced with the siege of a group of enemies, the monk took action again, seizing seven or eight swords to fight back. His sleeves and robes were completely free and elegant: "Nian Changfeng——" Before he could finish his words, the wind surged, and the Jin army pushed forward and backed up.

"When has there ever been such a master in the Jingning area!" Huang Hequ was secretly surprised, understanding that he must be a hermit, but there is no way he has never left a name for such skill!

"The great road has not been down for a long time, and it has not yet been revealed." The monk reported another move, and he could not resist when he went to play Ming chess with Huang He. He saw that after writing the word "ye", he drove straight in with a condescending stroke, and Huang He went to bring the elite.

Half injured again.

"I have abdominal pain at night..." What the monk reported... was it a move? Yes! Point, pick, stab, poke, all aimed at the abdomen of these golden soldiers, forcing them to retreat and collapse.

"Dow the head, bow the head." Well, that's the name of the move. After this move was completed, the elites of the Jin Army almost bowed to him.

"Retreat!" Being bullied like this by him alone, the generals were completely pulled back into the shadow of the barren mountains and avalanches. After all, they could not escape the death curse of the Northern Expedition! They saw another torch moving nearby.

Recently, perhaps because reinforcements from the Anti-Golden Alliance finally arrived, Huang Hequ knew that Lin Qian's life should not be cut off, so he had to command everyone to retreat.

"Lord!" "Is it... military advisor?" The Thirteenth Wing in Xiyan Temple was filled with mixed feelings when they saw this, and hurriedly carried the injured and weak Bai Qingzhou and the unconscious Lin Qian back together.

"Wait a minute, that benefactor..." Bai Qingzhou asked Thirteen Wings.

Thirteen Wings replied: "The military advisor is asking about the monk. He is picking up coins...but I'm afraid it's hard to find them all."

"Give him everything my lord and I have, thank him, and buy him a nice wine to drink." Bai Qingzhou said with a smile.

"Ah? Monk, do you drink?" Thirteen Wings was stunned.

"Drink." Bai Qingzhou said firmly. Although she didn't know martial arts, she could understand the charm of calligraphy. However, she didn't remember more things later. It was obvious that the blood had been stopped by Lin Qian, but her eyesight came back again for some reason.

It became blurry.

Bai Qingzhou woke up again to the sound of Fan Jing scolding Lin Qian: "He didn't avoid arrows, which is why the military advisor was also injured!" "Forget it, don't you remember that you were poisoned? Put the poison away.

If blood is given to military advisors to drink, will it save people or harm them?"

So it turns out that the lord was eager to save her, and made a particularly wrong decision when he was so weak? Fortunately, Fan Jing had eliminated half of the poison before, so he didn't kill her too. But it was precisely because of his nonsense that seriously endangered her life.

Life made it rare for Lin Qian to fully accept all the instructions given by Fan Jing and Gu Tingxian about "implication".

How could Lin Qian not know that if he went crazy and harmed others and himself, the one who would be most affected was Yin'er, who was being tortured by the Jin Army for him? Reason told him that it was wrong to continue like this, but most of the time he was completely irrational, even if he was being tortured

Fan Jing and Gu Tingxian taught him, and the moment he accepted it all, he couldn't help but look for wine while being criticized. At that time, he didn't know whether he was waiting to be drunk by wine alone, or waiting with a knife.

Being washed down with wine.

"Fortunately, the Eight Eccentrics of Jiangxi have brought you the antidote prepared by Hu Nongyu. If you had been a moment later, neither you nor your military advisor would have been saved! It doesn't matter if you are dead, the military advisor..." Fan Jing's voice was drowned in the wine jar.

Amidst the sound of bombings, it was a good thing that it was not disturbing anyone's dreams during the day, otherwise the monk named Lonely Tears would not have come to kill him?

Bai Qingzhou stood up and approached, frowning slightly, feeling that Fanjing was too noisy. At this time, he discovered that He Huiru was also at the bottom of the stairs, with a quiet face and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Master He... is like this..." Bai Qingzhou has been spending time with He Huiru day and night these days, and they already have a clear understanding.

So Fan Jing robbed Lin Qian and then went downstairs with the medical box on his arm. He was shocked to see that the only staircase here... was gone! He Huiru's poison barrier swept him away!?

"This!" Although Fan Jing has some skills in swordsmanship, boxing and kicking, but Qinggong... even if he has learned it superficially, he has forgotten it all!

"This... my lord!" Fan Jing was shocked and hurriedly turned back to his lord to plead with him. He never imagined that the mastermind behind this prank was his ungrateful military advisor!

At that time, Lin Qian couldn't listen to his plea at all and wished that the stairs would disappear forever.

Without wine or singing, how can we relieve our worries? The piece of paper in the fire went from pure white to blackened into a small circle. The fire was raised too high, and Lin Qian's eyes felt sour.

Just say that I am a demon, and the closer you get, the more seriously you will be hurt.

I've spent too much time in a daze lately, and now I don't know whether I'm awake or asleep.

I didn't go to the battlefield anymore because I was completely disappointed with myself.

By the time Fan Jing was finally rescued by Sun Jixiao, who came to take care of Lin Qian, Bai Qingzhou and He Huiru had already gone to Longde to advise He Pinzhang.
Chapter completed!