Chapter 33: Lu Wushuang
It has been raining continuously for several days, and the refreshing autumn wind has gradually become extremely cold.
Yang Guo was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, leading a somewhat thin yellow horse, strolling in the rain that was fading away, and kept working hard.
Click——
Click——
As two voices resounded from Yang Guo's body, the internal energy seeped out several inches long, and the shaking rainwater turned into mist.
With the help of a elixir that Lin Chaoying put in the package, Yang Guo also had nearly 40 years of pure power, and easily opened up the last two strange scriptures, so that the internal power can also carry out the great cycle.
"Old Huang, how long do you think I can see my aunt?"
"Hey hiss..."
The yellow horse lowered its head slightly, and rubbed Yang Guo's cheek, as if to comfort him.
"I'm fine, let's drink."
Yang Guo took out the cowhide bag from the horse's belly, fed it to the yellow horse, and then drank some to dispel the cold.
One person and one horse walked towards the rising sun for a while, and the rain that lasted for several days finally stopped.
At this time, the yellow horse stopped suddenly and neighed softly.
"Old Huang, the wine is empty, there is no more."
Yang Guo toppled the cowhide bag upside down, showing a look of helplessness.
"Hey hiss..."
The yellow horse's front legs bent down suddenly, Yang Guo immediately understood what it meant.
"Old Huang, your injuries are still not healed."
"puff..."
"You are really just like me, with a stubborn temper."
"Pfft..."
"Okay, let's go."
The young man smiled helplessly and lightly mounted the horse.
This yellow horse was rescued by Yang Guo from a farmer shortly after leaving Zhongnan Mountain.
Yang Guo didn't want to take it on the road at first, but it followed, Yang Guo just let it go, after all, he had a companion.
"Old Huang, are you recovering from your injury, don't run too much..."
Before he finished speaking, Huang Ma suddenly accelerated, splashing countless muddy water.
"Old Huang, have you become a genius?"
"Pfft—"
"Okay, let you have a good time."
...
a long time.
After entering a valley, the speed of the yellow horse gradually slowed down. After all, it was still injured, so Yang Guo dismounted.
Looking at Taniguchi in front of him, Yang Guo's phoenix eyes slightly closed, he vaguely saw a beautiful figure in white clothes, his heart trembled slightly.
"Old Huang, I'll go and have a look first."
After saying this, the internal energy flowed to his legs, Yang Guo rushed out like an arrow leaving the string, splashing countless muddy water when his footsteps fell.
As they got closer, looking at the woman in white riding a little donkey, Yang Guo's eyes darkened a bit, and he knew who she was.
"Hey boy, stay away from this girl, or I won't care about you if you get beaten later."
Step, step, step...
The yellow horse ran and appeared behind Yang Guo, sticking out its tongue out of exhaustion.
Yang Guo touched its long horse face to show comfort.
"Hey, why don't you listen to what this girl is talking about? Could it be that you are deaf?"
Yang Guo stopped his movements, looked up at the pretty girl in front of him, his mouth squirmed, he was about to speak, but was interrupted.
"Little girl, this is the helper you found? There are five of us here, where are your remaining helpers?"
A middle-aged Taoist brought two Taoist priests with bandaged ears, and two beggars appeared.
Lu Wushuang, who was riding a donkey, snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out a thin and thin silver fox machete.
"This is my girl's helper."
"How many of you are from the Quanzhen sect?"
Yang Guo's clear and bright voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
"Aren't you deaf?" Lu Wushuang asked in surprise.
"The three of you, Pindao, are the disciples of the Quanzhen sect. I don't know who the young man is..." Shen Zhifan asked.
"Do you know Zhao Zhijing?"
"Pindao naturally knows senior brother Zhao. Since the young hero has friendship with senior brother Zhao, all he needs is an apology from the girl and an ear, and that's fine."
Hearing this, Lu Wushuang glared at Yang Guo, his chest heaved, obviously angry.
Scanning the quiet reeds not far away, Yang Guo asked with a strange expression, "How many people did you bring?"
Shen Zhichang was slightly taken aback, "Except for the poor three, there are only Han Yingxiong and Chen Yingxiong from the beggar gang."
Yang Guo nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and said loudly:
"Since you're here, why don't you show up, what do you want to gain?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone pulled out their weapons and looked around vigilantly.
It is not uncommon for the snipe and the clam to fight and the fisherman to benefit from it. It is not uncommon in the rivers and lakes, and it naturally arouses everyone's reaction.
"Damn it, how did you find out about me, you little bastard."
Five big and round monks came out.
The leader is a fat monk with a beard on both cheeks and a fleshy face. He wears a monk's robe around his waist, his arms are half bare, and he holds a big knife in his hand. He looks extremely sturdy.
Seeing the person coming, Lu Wushuang showed shock and thought of retreating.
"Are you monks from the Blood Knife Sect?" Shen Zhichang asked with a frown.
"Hey, you Taoist priest has some eyesight. Leave this stinky girl behind and you can all go away, otherwise I will eat you alive today."
Baoxiang yelled, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his lips, making everyone feel disgusted.
"
Hmph, you evil monks, die. "
The Blood Knife Sect was notorious, and two Beggar Sect disciples rushed forward roaring.
"Damn it, the stinky beggar is going to die!!!"
With a loud cry, Bao Xiang cut off the two attacking sticks with one blow.
The saber continued to kill the two with a frightening wind, unabated.
The two were so frightened that they lay on the ground, and a few donkeys rolled around to barely escape.
Lu Wushuang turned the donkey's head and wanted to leave.
The rest of the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect rushed over with their big knives in hand.
The three of Shen Zhichang looked at each other, and after UU Reading www.uukanshu.com made two moves, they hurriedly fled.
Looking at Yang Guo who was standing still, Lu Wushuang shouted: "Boy, you are stupid, run away."
"Don't worry, I'm here."
After leaving a word, Yang Guo rushed out, and casually snatched the long sword from the Quanzhen disciple who was rushing over.
The long sword stabbed, and the cold star nodded, picked a pair of tricks from an evil monk, and cut his throat casually.
Bao Xiang glared at Yang Guo angrily.
"I didn't expect there to be a master? I'll beat you!"
The sword struck with a frightening momentum, Yang Guo turned his body slightly, and dodged lightly, and raised his sword with a jade bracelet, directly picking at Baoxiang's wrist.
"How dare you!"
The treasure elephant drank violently, jumped back violently, and strode away.
The other three evil monks from the Blood Knife Sect also greeted them.
Yang Guo touched the ground, opened his arms and retreated quickly, but he saw a silver curved machete flying towards him with a cold light, and hit a person on the spot.
"Haha, you dead monks, do you still have today?"
A silver bell-like laughter came out of Lu Wushuang's mouth, which seemed to be extremely happy.
Yang Guo shook his head, raised the sword and continued, the shadow of the sword fell with a scarlet glow.
The treasure elephant in the distance wanted to go forward, but after seeing Yang Guo's bravery, his big eyes rolled and he walked away quickly.
Shaoqing.
The dust settled.
Lu Wushuang jumped off the donkey, punched Yang Guo on the chest, and smiled broadly, "Your martial arts are not bad."
"That's okay."
"Hey hiss..."
The yellow horse came over and rubbed its big head against Yang Guo's cheek.
"Do you know how to get to Chixiazhuang?"
"Why did you go to Chixiazhuang?"
Lu Wushuang stared at Yang Guo vigilantly, and subconsciously put his hand on the silver arc knife.