At this time, while Xiang Que was running wildly, he had already left this remote area, and he had already entered the suburban area of ??Nanjing. There was a big river like a jade belt lying in front of him, and that river was named Qinhuai River.
At this time, Xiang Que was running like a wolf dog, panting heavily, his limbs were stiff, and he was almost foaming at the mouth. After all, he had already exhausted a lot of energy when he used the Talisman of Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun earlier, and Xiang Que had no energy at all. Thinking that the great gentleman of the Confucian Mansion would escape from Ogula, otherwise, after he slayed Kong Deru's sword, others would have no time to take care of him, and they would have escaped long ago.
It's just that there are too many unexpected things in this world, even if Xiang Que can pinch and count, sometimes he will miss it.
Mr. Kong Da vowed not to stop chasing him. If Xiang Que escaped this time, the Confucian Mansion would be disgraced and suffered a huge loss. The reincarnated Cao Qingdao did not bring him back, Kong Deru was seriously injured and the murderer If he ran away, where would he put his face?
"Huh" Xiang Queqiang took a deep breath, biting the tip of his tongue and wanting to shrink the ground into an inch again.
However, when Mr. Kong Da at the back felt that the aura of heaven and earth was gathering towards the gap, he quickly took out a bamboo slip from his body that was the same as that held by Kong Deru and the others, carved a word "¼²" on it, and then shook it out.
A total of thirty-two bamboo slips of this kind exist in the Confucius family, which were handwritten by Confucius and kept by Confucius until his death, and have been handed down to the present. Personally, it is used for self-defense and against the enemy.
Bamboo slips are belongings of saints, which are equivalent to the magic tools of Buddhism and Taoism. This is the background of a saint's family. It is really staggering that such things survive for more than thirty yuan.
"Shua" The talisman paper had just shattered, shrinking to an inch and taking shape, when a gust of wind suddenly rushed from behind Xiang Que.
Suddenly, a feeling of hair bursting spread all over his body, and Xiang Que had no time to finish casting all the spells that shrank into an inch, so he had to gather all his Dao Qi on his back.
"Pa" that bamboo slip was like a shooting star flying across the sky, and shot straight to Xiang Que's back.
"Puff" Xiang Que suddenly felt dizzy, and after a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, blood sprayed out from his mouth.
"Putong" Xiang Que flew up into the air and slapped the ground heavily.
"Shua" Mr. Kong Da floated over from behind, and was about to land beside Xiang Que in an instant.
?On the Qinhuai River, a painted boat floated slowly from a distance. The Qinhuai River was silent at night without any waves.
At the bow of the boat, a figure with hunchbacked shoulders was standing, holding a jug of wine in his hand, taking a sip. It was a bit of a fairy-tale artistic conception, but after people saw his face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, they couldn't help but feel a bit distasteful .
On the bank of the Qinhuai River, there was also a figure standing with a wine gourd in his hand and a dust whisk on his back.
"The land of golden powder in the Six Dynasties, the Qinhuai River ten miles away, the wine that does not taste astringent when drunk under the breeze and moon, faints the beauty of the night with slight ripples"
Under the guzheng, the soft sound lingered, which was very suitable for the scene, and the two figures turned to look northwest at the same time.
?The Qinhuai River, to the northwest.
Xiang Que slapped the ground, and Mr. Kong Da floated over, reached out and grabbed Xiang Que on the ground, but suddenly a figure smashed down from the midair behind Mr. Kong Da, that figure seemed to be a huge The bat soared into the air and when it fell, there was a piercing scream from its mouth.
"Boom" after Ogura fell, he slammed into Mr. Kong Da with his tyrannical body, and the two separated suddenly. Mr. Kong Da frowned slightly, and Ogura knelt down on one knee, bleeding from The corners of the mouth dripped down.
This last seemingly useless collision had already consumed almost all of Ogura's strength.
"I promise to stop him for you, and I will do my best," Ogula finished softly, and fell headlong to the ground.
Seeing this, Xiang Que breathed a sigh of relief, and recited the "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch" technique that had not yet been fully used, and the figure jumped out in a flash. At this time, a jade belt river not far in front of him blocked it. In front of him, there was a swaying painting boat floating on the river.
"You really don't give up, are you still thinking about running out at this time?" Mr. Kong Da glanced at Ogula, but he didn't care about him at all. At this time, the prince is obviously at the end of his strength and can't move at all. a cent.
Xiang Que bent down, looked at a big river in front of him, felt powerless, and no longer struggled, Mr. Kong Da said with a sullen face: "This time, I see who will take it as a roadblock"
"Buddha of Infinite Life" carrying a dust whisk on their backs together.The figure of the wine gourd suddenly appeared from nowhere, with one hand on his chest, he said in a low voice: "Almsgiver, God has the virtue of being good at life, so please forgive others and forgive others, why bother to force you?"
"A single muscle?" Xiang Que, who was struggling to breathe, was suddenly stunned.
Zhao Jiahui hung the wine gourd around his waist, slowly pulled out his whisk from his back, and looked at Mr. Kong Da faintly.
Mr. Kong Da frowned and looked at him and said, "Who are you?"
"People outside the square do not provoke the world of mortals, but they live in the world of mortals"
Mr. Kong Da said a little impatiently: "What are you meddling in the matter between me and him? Do you want to meddle in this business?"
"The Buddha of Infinite Life doesn't care about it, it's just that the poor believe that all conflicts in the world are justified, so it's good to talk about it, why do you need to go to war?" Zhao Jiahui said a little nonsense.
Mr. Kong Da lost his patience, pursed his lips, and said, "Get out of the way, my reasoning is that the strong is king, if you don't get out of the way, you will be in this muddy water."
Zhao Jiahui raised the whisk in his hand, and said calmly: "Pindao doesn't know what your reasoning is, but no matter how big it is, it's not as big as this whisk in Pindao's hand."
At this time, the painting boat on the Qinhuai River quietly rowed to the shore, a sampan came down from the boat, and the man with hunched shoulders and sharp mouth and monkey cheeks got off the boat.
Seeing this, Xiang Que was stunned again.
How did these two weirdos that I met on the train pop up here.
"The deacon of the Confucian Mansion in Qufu, you are polite," Mr. Lai said softly, arching his hands towards Mr. Kong Da.
Mr. Kong Da pursed his lips, paused, and asked, "Who are you?"
Mr. Kong Da is also confused, where did these two people come from?
Mr. Lai put his hands behind his back and didn't answer, but he turned around and pointed to the painting boat on the bank of the Qinhuai River, and said, "Does Mr. Kong Da know who is on that boat?"
"Shua" Mr. Kong Da's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the painting boat. At this moment, a figure in palace attire stood out on the bow of the boat at some point.
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