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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 326: Take Action

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    Chapter 326 Take action

    Zhang Haotian and others fought desperately to break through and finally escaped. He was seriously injured. If his sister Zhang Ziwei had not had the foresight to give his life-saving elixir to his brother before leaving, he would have breathed his last.

    At this time, he was able to be as energetic as he was before he was injured, all thanks to the power of the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill.

    When they thought about the situation just now, they couldn't help but feel scared, and at the same time they felt lucky. Being surrounded by so many masters from Feixing Gang, they were able to escape unscathed without killing any of their brothers. It was really a blessing from heaven and a lucky coincidence.  !

    The main altar of the Qinghong Gang cannot go back. Chen Zichuan has a hiding place. He led the way and got into the alley southwest of Bazhou City.

    This alley is a well-known gathering area for the poor. The mud walls and roads are in dilapidated condition. Most of the water on the road is formed after snow and soaks into the soil, making the narrow path muddy and difficult to navigate.

    Even if they are very skilled in qinggong, walking on such a winding and narrow mud road, they will inevitably get a piece of mud on their boots.

    Fortunately, they are not rich and powerful people, and they have just experienced life and death, so these are nothing.

    After twists and turns, they came to a small courtyard in the southwest corner of the city.

    This small courtyard is similar to the surrounding courtyards. The gate is crooked, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind. A section of the wall next to it has collapsed, as if it was washed away by the rain. No one has repaired it. You can see it from the entrance of the wall.  The scene in the yard.

    They arrived in front of the courtyard gate, and heard the sound of barking dogs, and then the sound of footsteps, followed by a cough, and they slowly asked: "Who is outside?!"

    The voice is old and weak, as if it comes from someone who is dying.

    "Mr. Zhang, it's me, Chen Zichuan." Chen Zichuan took a step forward and replied in a low voice.

    The door was pulled open, making a "squeaking" sound that made one's teeth sore, as if the door shaft had not turned for many years.

    Standing at the door was an old man with white hair, his eyes were cloudy, his face was thin and full of wrinkles, his body was hunched over, his skinny hands covered his mouth, and he made bursts of muffled coughs.

    "Uncle Zhang, have you relapsed into an old injury?" Chen Zichuan stepped forward, supported him, and asked with concern.

    "Cough coughcough cough cough" The old man covered his mouth tightly, his body stretched and shrank, shaking violently, like a prawn squirming, and a blush appeared on his withered face.

    He coughed for a while and slowly subsided. He breathed quietly for a long time. When the flush on his face faded, he breathed carefully, glanced at everyone with his turbid eyes, and said slowly: "Oh, it's an old problem. It's been cold these past two days.  It's so hot that my bones can't stand it anymore, so come in."

    He turned around tremblingly, moved slowly, and walked in.

    The barking of a dog sounded again. It was a fierce yellow dog. He yelled softly, then stopped barking. He just stared at everyone with his eyes wide open, his tail drooped, and he whined threateningly from his mouth.

    ??Follow him into the yard and look around. The yard is clean and tidy. There are wall-high piles of firewood in the east corner. Each piece of wood is of the same size and uniform.

    Zhang Haotian glanced at it and felt awe-inspiring in his heart. This obviously requires extremely skillful techniques. Those who chop firewood must use a sword.

    Chen Zichuan went into the house directly, took out a few small wooden stools, and asked Zhang Haotian and others to sit down. Uncle Zhang sat in front of the pile of firewood, picked up a wooden knife thrown aside, chopped it lightly, and cut a round piece into pieces.  The wood was split into two halves.

    The shape of the wooden knife is like a short blade, and the material is the surrounding pine wood, as if it was carved by a child.

    Zhang Haotian and the others looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. They did not have such skill. They did not expect that the dying old man in front of them was actually a hidden master!

    "Deputy gang leader, who is this old man?" A master next to him asked in a low voice, Zhang Haotian also looked at Chen Zichuan.

    "Oh, it's a stranger I met accidentally. He lives here in seclusion. If we hide here, there is no way the Feixing Gang can find him." Chen Zichuan glanced at the old man's rickety back.

    "There are many wonderful people in the countryside. I didn't expect that there would be such a person in Bazhou." Zhang Haotian shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

    "Uncle Zhang injured his lungs while practicing Qigong, and it has never been cured. He can't do anything with others." Chen Zichuan understood what Zhang Haotian meant, shook his head and sighed.

    Zhang Haotian nodded, looked at everyone, and smiled bitterly: "This time, we were tricked by someone with the surname Gao, and we lost all our money. Fortunately, the brothers were not seriously injured. We will recover from our injuries and find an opportunity to try again."  Make a comeback!Zichuan, we can only hide here for a while!"

    "Don't worry, Gang Leader, Uncle Zhang is not an outsider, we will just stay here!" Chen Zichuan nodded hurriedly.

    In the early morning, the air is cold and biting.

      Zhang Haotian was practicing in the yard. When he punched out, the wind whistled and there was a faint whistle. Since taking the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill, he felt that his skill had increased a lot. Every time he punched out, he got three more punches than usual.  The power of four points.

    If you take a few more pills, wouldn¡¯t it be worth ten years of hard training?  He often couldn't help but think this way, and then laughed at himself for being greedy.

    But the hatred of exterminating the gang gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake. When he fell asleep at night, he often woke up and could not sleep.

    So I got up and practiced. Only by practicing hard can I feel better.

    That Uncle Zhang slept very little. Every time he got up, he would be seen sitting in the yard, quietly looking at the sky, or sitting there chopping firewood.

    The two of them chatted occasionally, and he knew that Uncle Zhang chopped firewood not for his own use, but because he wanted to vent his lung qi. Otherwise, old injuries would relapse and he could cough to death.

    Uncle Zhang advised Zhang Haotian not to be so eager to practice martial arts, as he would hurt himself. His injuries were caused by his eagerness for success.

    After hearing this, Zhang Haotian just smiled and remained the same, and Uncle Zhang stopped trying to persuade him.

    This morning, Uncle Zhang was still sitting there chopping firewood, holding a wooden knife and slicing the solid log into two pieces, just like child's play.

    Zhang Haotian was practicing boxing loudly when he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

    Uncle Zhang¡¯s ears twitched, and the wooden sword in mid-air paused, he put it down gently, and glanced at Zhang Haotian who stopped.

    Zhang Haotian looked serious and his eyes were bright. He looked at Uncle Zhang, then ran into the room. In the narrow room, everyone was already standing with swords in hand, and the atmosphere was tense.

    But the fierce yellow dog remained silent, as if he didn't smell or hear.

    ¡°Who is¡ª¡ª?¡± Uncle Zhang asked in a slow and feeble voice.

    There was a sweet laugh from outside, the voice was clear and sweet: "Hehe, old man, little girl Zhang Ziwei, is my eldest brother in there?"

    Uncle Zhang¡¯s wrinkled face was still full of doubts. Zhang Haotian had already rushed out. With extraordinary speed, he stepped forward and opened the courtyard door, and saw two pretty women standing outside the door.

    The smiling person standing in front, dressed in snow-white mink fur, flawless, with a plump and round face, cute and cute, with rosy cherry lips exhaling hot breath, is Zhang Haotian's sister Zhang Ziwei.

    "Little sister!" Zhang Haotian was happy and surprised. He had experienced life and death, and he missed and loved his little sister even more.

    "Brother!" Zhang Ziwei's charming face was excited. She rushed up, hugged Zhang Haotian's arm, shook it vigorously, and hummed: "You scared me!"

    "Why are you here?" Zhang Haotian asked curiously.

    "It's not like you used the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill!" Zhang Ziwei snorted, then patted her fair and smooth forehead: "Look at me!Brother, my third uncle is here too!"

    When she suddenly saw that her eldest brother was safe, she was so excited that she forgot everything.

    "I've seen Lin Nvxia!" Zhang Haotian clasped his fists and bowed with a respectful expression.

    "Gang Leader Zhang, you are so polite!" Lin Xiaoqing was also wearing a snow-white mink fur coat. She was tall and looked more luxurious. She was covered in white gauze and her face could not be seen clearly. She could only vaguely feel her graceful grace.

    "Come in quickly." Zhang Haotian hurriedly bowed and stretched out his hands to solemnly invite him in. He was quite at a loss as if he heard Lin Xiaoqing's charming voice.

    Zhang Ziwei pursed her lips and smiled, falling behind Lin Xiaoqing and entering the yard.

    "The turbid air in the room is not clear yet. Let's talk here for a while." Zhang Haotian looked at Lin Xiaoqing and asked softly. His face was covered with white gauze. He did not dare to look at those bright eyes and retreated at the first touch.

    "Well, listen to Gang Leader Zhang." Lin Xiaoqing nodded slightly, a gust of morning wind blew by, the white gauze was fluttering, and the jade face was looming.

    "Zichuan, bring out some chairs." Zhang Haotian called inside.

    Chen Zichuan came out in response, holding four chairs in his hands. They were hiding here, bored, and the chairs they made with their own hands were quite crude, but better than strong.

    "Chen Rong and Chen Zichuan, the deputy gang leader of our gang." Zhang Haotian pointed at him.

    "The little girl Lin Xiaoqing from Shuiyun Sect has met Deputy Gang Leader Chen." Lin Xiaoqing hugged her gently and said with a sweet smile.

    "Don't dare, don't dare." Chen Zichuan hurriedly bowed in return.

    He is quite resourceful and his mind works very fast. As soon as he saw Zhang Ziwei appear, he knew that she was the gang leader's precious sister and a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect. Naturally, her third uncle was also a member of the Shuiyun Sect, so he did not  Dare to neglect.

    Chairs were placed in the courtyard, several people sat down and started talking.

    Lin Xiaoqing glanced at the hunched Uncle Zhang, smiled softly, and turned away her eyes.

    Uncle ZhangHe slowly returned to the house to avoid suspicion.

    "Brother, have you used the Nine Transformations Soul-Returning Pill?" As soon as she sat down, Zhang Ziwei couldn't help but ask in a sweet voice.

    "Yes." Zhang Haotian was a little embarrassed. After all, he had not thought of using it at the beginning. He originally wanted to keep it for a while and then find an opportunity to return it to his little sister. Unexpectedly, he finally ate it for himself.

    He certainly didn¡¯t know that there was a formation carved into the jade bottle of the Nine-Return Soul-returning Pill. Once the pill left the jade bottle, there would be a reaction in the Shuiyun Jade Pendant.

    "Brother, you took it, right?" Zhang Ziwei looked at him with bright round eyes.

    "Yeah." Zhang Haotian nodded.

    "It's really scary!" Zhang Ziwei patted her plump breasts with her small hands and snorted dissatisfied: "How could the elder brother be so seriously injured?!"

    "Alas!" Zhang Haotian sighed helplessly, his face not very pretty.

    ¡°Brother¡ª¡ª!¡± Zhang Ziwei complained dissatisfiedly.

    "Okay," Zhang Haotian smiled bitterly, glanced at Lin Xiaoqing, and sighed: "Speaking of shame, I wanted to ambush Gao Shiqi, but fell into his trap, fell into a tight siege, and fought to the death Now Qinghong  The gang has ceased to exist in name only, several brothers have been injured and can only hide here for a while!"

    Then, he told the story in detail, including how he hid here and Uncle Zhang's identity.

    "Sure enough, it's the one with the surname Gao!" Zhang Ziwei snorted, her eyebrows stood upright, and the original gleaming eyes in her bright eyes turned into a cold, evil look.

    Zhang Haotian was a little ashamed and didn't dare to look at Lin Xiaoqing anymore. He had low abilities and a clumsy mind, which was really embarrassing.

    "Is that old man Zhang who was ill just now?" Lin Xiaoqing changed the topic and asked softly.

    "Uncle Zhang injured his lung meridian when he was young. He has become seriously ill and cannot be cured." Chen Zichuan answered hurriedly and respectfully.

    "Well" Lin Xiaoqing glanced at Zhang Haotian, took out a white porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a golden pill, about the size of a thumb, round as a bead, and handed it to Zhang Ziwei: "Let him try it  Just try it.¡±

    Chen Zichuan was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to express his thanks.

    If he hadn¡¯t seen the effectiveness of the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill, he might still have doubts, but at this time, he already highly respected the Shuiyun Sect¡¯s pills.

    Zhang Ziwei stretched out her little hand, took the golden pill, handed it to Chen Zichuan, and said with a sweet smile: "Thank you, Brother Chen, for saving my brother!"

    Chen Zichuan hurriedly said that he did not dare. The gang leader had saved him in danger many times, so he should sacrifice his life to repay him.

    This golden pill is a favor that Lin Xiaoqing helped Zhang Ziwei return to Chen Zichuan.

    Lin Xiaoqing lightly stroked the green hair on her temples and said with a faint smile: "Ziwei, it's still early and everyone hasn't gotten up yet. Let's go for a walk first and come back during dinner time."

    "Yes." Zhang Ziwei agreed softly.

    Zhang Haotian wanted to accompany them to avoid not knowing the way, but Lin Xiaoqing politely refused and no longer insisted. They were hiding in such a remote place, but they could find it, so they wouldn't get lost.

    Half an hour later, they came back again and the meal was ready. Uncle Zhang¡¯s cooking skills were excellent and the food was delicious.

    During the meal, Lin Xiaoqing and Zhang Ziwei were in a room alone, accompanied by Zhang Haotian.

    Lin Xiaoqing took off the white gauze and showed her true face. Her charming face made Zhang Haotian restless and he did not dare to look up at her.

    Even if you don¡¯t look up, you will feel a little drunk. The room is filled with a faint fragrance, which is like a musk but not a musk deer, like an orchid but not an orchid. It is intoxicating and cannot be extricated.

    Thinking of this, Zhang Haotian, who was lying on his back, had hazy eyes, and Lin Xiaoqing's charming face seemed to appear on the caisson, smiling brightly and making all the flowers pale.

    "Brother, what are you thinking about?!" Zhang Ziwei smiled sweetly.

    "No, it's nothing!" Zhang Haotian shook his head hastily.

    Zhang Ziwei glanced at him, shook her head and said, "Brother, have you met the great uncle, right?"

    "Is it Mr. Xiao?" Zhang Haotian turned to look at her.

    "Yes." Zhang Ziwei nodded, stretched out her hand to tuck the corners of his quilt, and sighed softly: "The third junior uncle should like the senior uncle."

    Zhang Haotian was startled, his face changed slightly, and he forced a smile: "Yeah."

    Zhang Ziwei glanced at him secretly, and said angrily: "Master uncle should also like third master uncle!"

    Zhang Haotian remained silent, staring blankly at the caisson above.

    Zhang Ziwei sighed secretly, how could she not know what her eldest brother was thinking?

    "As long as a man sees his master and several uncles and uncles, he will fall into it uncontrollably.

    They were born beautiful, and after practicing the Blue Water Technique, they became even more beautiful.But a simple thing is enough to bring disaster to the country and the people. Which man can withstand it?

    But, which man in the world is worthy of her master and the others? Even her brother, whom she has always respected, she asked herself, is not worthy of her third uncle!

    Rather than waiting to be unable to extricate yourself, it is better to cut off the big brother's thoughts while the situation is not too deep, so as not to ask for trouble.

    Shaking her head secretly and pretending not to notice anything, Zhang Ziwei smiled and said: "Brother, now your chance has come!"

    "Oh," Zhang Haotian didn't want to speak, but couldn't resist the younger sister's gaze, so he could only speak lazily, "what chance?"

    "Martial arts!" Zhang Ziwei glared at him and said sweetly: "Brother, you have seen my martial arts, how can anyone compare to it? Although my uncle does not accept disciples, he is very happy.  Support those who are less advanced!"

    Zhang Haotian's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and then he became gloomy again and shook his head lightly: "Brother, I'm afraid I won't be so lucky!"

    "If the master is kind enough to give me some guidance, it will be an incredible adventure!" Zhang Ziwei's bright eyes were shining, and she was excited beyond words.

    Immediately, her face darkened, and she sighed softly: "Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult to get into the eyes of the great uncle Now the leader of the Huashan Sect is because of the advice of the great uncle.  Only then can you stand out from all the disciples and win the position of leader!"

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?" Zhang Haotian opened his eyes wide. He had never heard of it. For him, the Huashan Sect was an existence that was beyond his reach.

    "Forget it!" Zhang Haotian smiled bitterly. He had had bad luck since he was born, so he couldn't expect too much. He shook his head and sighed deeply: "If this injury can be cured, I will be content as a brother."  !¡±

    "Don't worry, Grandmaster is here to help, no matter what kind of injury you get!" Zhang Ziwei patted her plump chest and said softly.

    "I hope" Zhang Haotian murmured, falling into memories again

    After breakfast, Zhang Haotian sent a person out to find out the news.

    After Uncle Zhang took the golden pill, he meditated in the house to speed up the onset of the medicine. They sat in the courtyard, waiting for news from him.

    Before Uncle Zhang could get up, the expert who was inquiring about the news rushed into the courtyard like a gust of wind, with a confused look on his face. When asked what happened, he was still confused: "That Gao Shiqi is dead!"
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