Chapter 11: Quan Zhen Veteran

　　Looking at the old Taoist Quanzhen who was running fast down the mountain, Huo Dou gradually put away his contempt.

　　"These are the other Quanzhen Seven Sons, Xiao Wang is very polite."

　　A very handsome Taoist dressed in a dark Taoist robe, with snow-white beard and hair, radiant eyes, and a long sword on his back, stepped forward.

　　"Heh, the etiquette you receive from people is different. If you don't send greeting cards and go up the mountain in the middle of the night, what do you want!"

　　Staring at the majestic Taoist in front of him, Huo Dou was secretly vigilant, and he clenched his iron bone fan tightly.

　　"Xiao Wang came here this time to propose marriage to that woman from the Ancient Tomb Sect, but he was misled on the way, and he didn't intend to disturb the Taoist priests Qingxiu, and hoped for Haihan."

　　"Shameless adulterer, die!"

　　Qiu Chuji listened, her snowy eyebrows curled into a ball, her eyes were filled with anger, the long sword "choked", and it came out of its sheath to Huo Dou's throat.

　　Last year because of Li Mochou's massacre, Qiu Chuji and others were invited to go to exorcise the demon, but they just left in good spirits and returned in disappointment.

　　On the way, they met Guo Jing who was looking for Yang Guo, and they came back together, just to catch up, they didn't know what happened in the north recently.

　　Hearing that Huo was going to propose marriage to the Ancient Tomb Sect, Qiu Chuji knew the origin of the two factions, he was always a bad-tempered person, so he was naturally angry.

　　But when he made a move at this time, Guo Jing was holding back.

　　In martial arts competitions in Central Plains, they pay attention to fairness, and they don't bother to bully the few with more. Guo Jing doesn't know the reason of Qiu Chuji's fury, so naturally he won't commit this taboo.

　　Although Huo Dou was amazed at why Qiu Chuji made such a sudden move, he was cunning and suspicious by nature, so he was on guard early on.

　　"Then Xiao Wang will come here to learn the tricks of real people!"

　　The voice fell.

　　Huo Dou used the Blast Thunder Kung Fu, and the sound of wind and thunder scolded came from his mouth, and he appeared next to Qiu Chuji's fuselage in the blink of an eye. The iron bone fan spread out, and the sharp fan bones moved towards Qiu Chuji's shoulder.

　　thorn la la——

　　Qiu Chuji's reaction was extremely fast, he swung his long sword horizontally to defend against the attack, and then the tip of the sword slightly tilted, piercing the Zhangmen acupoint on Huo Du's rib, and the moment he made a move, he went straight to the fatal acupoint.

　　Huo Dou used his lightness kung fu to dodge, but the cold glow on his chest followed him like a shadow and couldn't go away.

　　Huo Dou's face turned cold, his sleeves fluttered as his inner force flowed, he clenched his iron bone fan and swung it down violently.

　　when--

　　Weapons collided and internal forces collided, but neither of them retreated.

　　Obviously, they are all hiding anger.

　　At such a stalemate, Ma Yu changed his mind and walked beside Guo Jing.

　　"Jing'er, Junior Brother Qiu traveled a long distance, and he probably exhausted a lot of his physical and internal energy. Later you..."

　　After Ma Yu explained, he said in a loud voice, "Student in charge, step down first, I'm old, so I'd better leave things like martial arts competitions to the younger generation."

　　Qiu Chuji was not in good condition, upon hearing this, he wanted to give up.

　　Huo Dou's wind and thunder kung fu pays attention to quick battles and quick decisions.

　　After such a stalemate for such a long time, he didn't get much better, but he never liked to suffer, so he said:

　　"Could it be that your religion wants to fight against Xiao Wang? If you say it, I'm afraid it will make the heroes of the world laugh."

　　Qiu Chuji paused and looked back angrily.

　　"Okay! Then the old man wants to see what you have the ability to speak nonsense here!"

　　As soon as the words fell, Qiu Chuji moved forward with his sword, causing Ma Yu a headache.

　　"Oh, it's been decades, why is my brother still so hot-tempered?"

　　"Renren Ma, don't worry. Reverend Qiu has solid inner strength. Although he is not as fierce and fast as the little Mongolian king, the victory is sustained. Reverend Qiu still has a chance of winning."

　　Guo Jing observed the situation and gave his own opinion.

　　The corners of Huo Dou's brows twitched at this moment, he wanted to withdraw at first, but because of what he said just now, he felt like falling into a hard fight.

　　"Wait a moment!"

　　Huo Dou didn't want to fight anymore, so he stopped it immediately.

　　"Why, you have to admit defeat!"

　　Qiu Chuji held the sword in one hand, and his clothes fluttered, which seemed to be a bit of a fairy.

　　Huo Dou glanced at the people behind Qiu Chu's fuselage, knowing in his heart that if he continued to fight, he might die today, his thoughts turned, and he remembered what Zhao Zhijing said just now,

　　"Xiao Wang just had a fight with Master Hao from your teaching, and now his internal strength is low and he is exhausted. If this real person doesn't feel that he will lose his predecessor's demeanor, Xiao Wang will naturally continue!"

　　Zhao Zhijing in the crowd listened to these words that were almost copied, and looked at Huo Dou with contempt in his eyes.

　　Hearing this, Qiu Chuji frowned, and at this moment his anger also subsided a lot, and he calmed down.

　　"If you want to rest, Pindao can agree."

　　Huo Dou didn't want to entangle him anymore, he hurriedly said, "This little Wang still has some important matters on hand, so I won't accompany you."

　　Immediately Huo Dou felt that it was a bit embarrassing to say that, and continued: "In the future, when Xiao Wang is free, he will naturally visit and ask your teacher for advice."

　　After saying that, Huo Dou wanted to leave.

　　But all the Quanzhen disciples behind him took a step forward.

　　Huo Dou stopped, maintaining his aristocratic style, and looked at Qiu Chuji.

　　Qiu Chuji pondered for a while, then said coldly, "Get lost."

　　Although Huo Dou was unhappy,

But what I hate more is Yang Guo.

　　In his heart, if it wasn't for Yang Guo, he would have done it long ago.

　　Gritting his teeth so involuntarily.

　　But Qiu Chuji let go of Huo Dou so easily.

　　One is that I don't want to waste time in Tonghuo Dou.

　　The second is that he is really not good at dealing with Huo Dou.

　　After all, Huo Dou was backed by the Mongol Yuan Empire, if he died in the Quanzhen Sect, the Quanzhen Sect in the north would be in big trouble. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Wait until the dust settles.

　　Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji came to the house of Chongyang Palace.

　　"Jing'er, you said earlier that you were looking for Miss Yang...Mu's child? Now that you have time, you might as well elaborate."

　　Regret and pain flashed across Guo Jing's honest and honest face.

　　What I regret is that I didn't discipline Guo Fu and the three of them well.

　　The painful thing is that he is not sure whether Yang Guo is alive or dead, but subconsciously he does not believe that Yang Guo is dead.

　　What I have done these days, I don't know if it is guilt or psychological comfort to myself.

　　In short, extremely complicated...

　　After listening to Guo Jing's explanation.

　　Qiu Chuji's mood was also complicated, he felt a little guilty towards Yang Kang.

　　I feel that I didn't teach Yang Kang well.

　　As I get older, I will think of the past from time to time, and this feeling will be amplified invisibly.

　　"Jing'er, if you think about it, Yang Guo's child will be lucky, and he will be fine, so don't worry.

　　By the way, you have brought the portrait of the child. There are tens of thousands of disciples of my Quanzhen Sect in the world, so they should be able to help. "

　　"Of course I brought it, take a look."

　　Guo Jing showed gratitude, and took out the portrait from his arms.

　　Unfolding the portrait, Qiu Chuji couldn't help sighing, "Like, this kid... this kid really looks like... Yang Kang..."

　　"Yeah, as handsome as the one born to my foster brother..."

　　...

　　Zhao Zhijing looked at the transmitted portrait, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

　　'That kid is Yang Guo? It was very foggy at night, did my disciples see clearly? No, there are too many people, I can't keep my mouth shut, let me think about it...'

　　Zhao Zhijing's thoughts turned quickly, and after a long time, the coldness in his eyes became more intense.