At this time, when Xiang Que was running wildly, he had already left this remote area, and then he had entered the suburbs of Nanjing, where a jade belt-like river was in front, and the river was called Qinhuai River.
Xiang Que ran like a wolf dog at this time, panting, his limbs were stiff, and he was almost foaming at the mouth, after all, he had already spent a lot of physical strength when he used the Heaven Stealing Sun Talisman before, and Xiang Que didn't expect that this Mr.
Confucius would get out of Ogura.
Otherwise, after he yin Kong Deru's sword, others would have no time to take care of him, and they would have escaped a long time ago.
It's just that there are too many unthinkable things in this world, and even if Xiang Que can pinch it again, there will be times when he misses.
Mr.
Kong Da swore not to give up chasing him behind, if he was escaped by Xiang Que this time, then Kong Fu's face would be lost and the loss would be extremely painful, the reincarnated Cao Qingdao was not brought back, Kong Deru was seriously injured and if the murderer ran away, where would this face go?
"Hoo ······" Xiang Qiangqiang breathed a sigh of relief, biting the tip of his tongue and wanting to cast a handful of shrinkage again.
However, Mr.
Kong Da in the rear felt that the aura of heaven and earth was converging towards the void, and he quickly took out a bamboo slip from his body that was the same as Kong Deru and their hands, carved the word "disease" on it, and then shook his hand.
This kind of bamboo slips exist in the Confucian family a total of thirty-two pieces, which are the handwritten things of Confucius and have been kept by Confucius until his death, and then have been handed down to the present, and have been given to the most outstanding and outstanding thirty-two people of the Confucian family for self-defense and enemy use.
Bamboo slips are the things of the saints, which are equivalent to the Dharma vessels of the Buddhist sect, which is the essence of a saint's court, and it is really staggering that more than 30 pieces of this kind of thing exist.
"Huh" The rune paper had just shattered, and when the ground had shrunk into inches, a strong wind suddenly arrived behind the gap.
Suddenly, a feeling of hair bursting all over his body, and Xiang Que didn't have time to finish all the spells that had shrunk into inches, so he had to gather all his Dao Qi on his back.
"Bang" The bamboo slip was like a meteor crossing the sky, and it slapped straight at Xiang Que's back.
Xiang Que suddenly felt dizzy, and after a sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen, blood sprayed out of his mouth.
"Puff" flew directly into the air towards the missing body and slapped heavily on the ground.
"Huh" Mr.
Kong Da immediately floated from behind, and almost instantly landed beside Xiang Que.
On the Qinhuai River, a painting boat floats slowly from afar, the Qinhuai River at night is silent, without a trace of waves, the lights on the painting boat are shining, and the zither is swirling.
At the bow of the boat, a figure with his shoulders bent was standing, holding a pot of wine in his hand, taking a sip, quite a bit of the artistic conception of fairy wind and bones, but his sharp-beaked monkey cheeks made people feel a little bad after seeing it.
On the bank of the Qinhuai River, there was also a figure standing, holding a wine gourd in his hand and a dust whisk on his back.
"Six dynasties of gold powder, ten miles of Qinhuai River, drunk under the breeze and bright moon without astringent wine, with a slight ripple faint stun the elegance of the night" Under the guzheng, the light sound was lingering, which was very appropriate for the situation, and the two figures turned to look at the northwest at the same time.
Qinhuai River, northwest of the land.
Xiang Que slapped on the ground, Mr.
Kong Da floated over, stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiang Que on the ground, but suddenly a figure smashed down from the back of Mr.
Kong Da in the air, the figure seemed to be a huge bat, soaring into the air When it fell, there was a sound from the mouth A piercing scream.
"Boom" After Ogula fell, he slammed into Mr.
Kong Da with his strong body, the two suddenly separated Mr.
Kong Da frowned slightly, Ogula knelt on one knee and the blood couldn't stop dripping from the corner of his mouth.
This last seemingly ineffective blow had consumed almost all of Ogura's strength.
"I promise to stop him for you, and I'll do my best," Oguraa said softly, falling headlong to the ground.
Xiang Que took a strong breath when he saw this, and finished reciting the technique of shrinking the ground into inches that had not yet been fully performed, and the figure jumped out suddenly, and at this time, not far in front of him, a jade belt river stopped in front of him, and a light painting boat floated on the river.
"You really don't give up, are you still delusional about running out at this time" Mr.
Kong Da glanced at Ogura, but he didn't care about him at all, at this time, the prince was obviously at the end of the crossbow, and he couldn't move at all.
Xiang Que bent over, looked at a big river in front of him, felt powerless, and no longer struggled, Mr.
Kong Da said with a calm face: "This time, I will see who will bite the gold when this roadstop" "Amitayus Buddha ······" A figure carrying a wine gourd with a whisk on his back suddenly came out of nowhere, put one hand on his chest and whispered: "Donor, God has the virtue of a good life, you have to forgive people and spare people, why bother to force each other?"
"A tendon?"
Xiang Que, who was still breathing, was suddenly stunned.
Zhao Jiahui hung the wine gourd on his waist, slowly pulled out the dust from his back, and looked at Mr.
Kong Da lightly.
Mr.
Kong Da frowned and looked at him and said, "Who are you?"
” "People outside the square don't mess with the red dust, but they are in the red dust" Mr.
Kong Da said impatiently: "What are you involved in the matter between me and him?"
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” "Amitayus Buddha, it's not about it, it's just that the poor Dao thinks that all conflicts in the world are reasonable, just say it, why make a big fuss" Zhao Jiahui said with a little nonsense.
Mr.
Kong Da lost patience, pursed his lips, and said: "Dodge, my truth is that the strong is king, if you don't flash, you will wade into this troubled water."
Zhao Jiahui raised the dust whisk in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Poor Dao doesn't know what your truth is, but no matter how big it is, it can't be as big as this whisk in Poor Dao's hand."
At this time, the painting boat on the Qinhuai River quietly rowed to the shore, a sampan went down from the pass, and the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks on his shoulders walked down from the boat.
Seeing this, Xiang Que was suddenly stunned again.
How did these two strange things that I met on the train come out here?
"Qufu Confucian Mansion Deacon, polite," Mr.
Lai arched his hand towards Mr.
Confucius and said softly.
Mr.
Kong pursed his lips and paused for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"
” Mr.
Kong Da is also Meng, where did these two people come from?
Mr.
Lai put his hands behind his back and did not answer, but turned around and pointed to the painting boat on the bank of the Qinhuai River and replied, "Then Mr.
Kongda, does he know who is on that boat?"
Mr.
Kong Da stared at the painting boat, and at this time, on the bow of the boat, a figure wearing a palace dress stood up at some point.