"Challenge me?" The disciple pointed his nose with a look of surprise, then stared at Song Mingjing with a smile and nodded: "Okay! Then let me, a senior brother, give me some advice on junior brother Zhang's martial arts."

The elder Changfeng said lightly: "People with their skills, stop until they reach the point, and do not harm their lives."

"Don't worry, Elder Yu, my disciples can save you."

The disciple took a step, stared at Song Mingjing and smiled, "Junior Brother Zhang, don't say that Senior Brother won't give you a chance, you can take action first!"

The master's airs were very ill. Song Mingjing was too lazy to talk nonsense. When his figure flashed, the disciple felt a flash of his eyes. Then he was slapped on his forehead, his eyes rolled, and he fainted with a "thump" sound.

The noisy and noisy sound at the scene came to an abrupt end, and everyone was like a duck strangled by their throats, unable to make any sound.

...

The "Young Master Sun" and his party came and six people, and the team increased by twenty-seven when they returned.

In addition to twenty old disciples and five new disciples, including Song Mingjing, two Wudang Law Enforcement Hall masters were added to accompany him.

A group of people got off Wudang Mountain and arrived on the official road. They found that there was a prison car parked on the official road, and the cage was covered with black cloth, so they could not see the scene inside.

Around the prison car, there were Qing court officers and soldiers. Song Mingjing glanced at it a few times, afraid that there were about two hundred people.

The Wudang disciples also whispered and whispered, speculating about who was imprisoned in the prison car and needed such a large number of guards.

"Go back to Guangzhou and set off!"

"Young Master Sun" looked around and said something, his voice was crisp and pleasant. Then he went straight to the only carriage, and the wheels turned "crunched" and moved slowly.

With the prison cart dragged it, the speed naturally couldn't be increased. When it was dark, I only walked forty or fifty miles. I searched for the nearby villages and towns that night to spend the night.

At night.

Two sneaky figures poked their heads out of the room, looked around for a while, and saw that no one noticed them, they tiptoed into Zhu Tao's room "Zhuyeqing".

After a while, a vague smirk and heavy panting sound came from the vague smirk, which seemed to be interrupted and continued.

On the roof of the green tiled house, Song Mingjing sat cross-legged, his face speechless. He was worried that his ears were so awesome. Is it so difficult to find a quiet place to practice qigong with peace of mind?

They were boarding in a small landlord's house, and the prison car was parked in the yard, with officers and soldiers guarding each other, taking turns to watch.

Song Mingjing suddenly caught a glimpse of the red-robed monk walking to the prison car, lifted up the corner of the black cloth, stuffed a parcel the size of a hand in his hand, and then talked for a few more words before covering the black cloth, turning around and leaving quickly.

And the officers and soldiers seemed to ignore this scene.

"Somewhat weird!"

Seeing this scene, Song Mingjing didn't know that there was a ghost here. He gently tapped the beam under his feet, and the man rushed up and fell down like a flying swallow, fell lightly into the corridor, tidied up his clothes, and returned to the room.

It's still far from Guangzhou, and he has time to figure out the situation on the way, and is not in a hurry.

What's more, his Vajra Indestructible God will be able to achieve a small success soon. At that time, his combat power will increase a little bit, so he can take action to gain greater control.

More than 200 officers and soldiers who can form formations and rush to the battlefield at any time are not comparable to those of the gang members. In addition, Zhu Tao, Tan Jiugong, Deng Bingkun and other powerful warriors who are fighting against each other, Song Mingjing must avoid his edge when he meets it and will not choose to confront him head-on.

The next day, the group continued to set off.

However, among the twenty old disciples, two of them had flushed faces, deep eyes, listlessness, and trembling as they walked, as if they would fall down at any time.

"What? Are you sick?" asked a disciple who was close to the two of them in a worried way.

"Sure enough, only the wrong name is given, no wrong nickname! This is completely exhausted!" Song Mingjing knew it well and glanced at Zhu Tao, "Zhuyeqing".

However, the elder Jiang glanced at the two of them, his face changed drastically, and he took his pulse again. His face was as gloomy as if water could drip out. He shouted angrily: "Bastard! You have lost all my Wudang faces!"

After scolding the two, he turned to Zhu Tao again and glared fiercely.

Zhu Tao was not afraid at all and looked at him with a smile.

Elder Jiang's hair and hair were wide open, and he was furious: "Zhu Yeqing, you shameless slut, I don't care about others, but you dare to attack my Wudang disciple? You must give me an explanation!"

"Excuse me? I love each other and I am willing to do it. I don't know how happy and comfortable. Master Jiang, what do you want? Otherwise, I will be with you tonight!" Zhu Tao licked his lips and said coquettishly.

"You! Slut, I'll kill you!" Elder Jiang was so angry that he pulled his sword out of the sheath with a "clang" sound, and was about to kill Zhu Tao.

"Master Jiang, stop!" A delicate shout came, and a slender hand lifted the curtain of the carriage. It was the "Prince Sun" - or Miss Sun staring at him and Zhu Tao coldly.

"Yes!" Elder Jiang took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Miss Sun turned to Zhu Tao again and said, "Zhu Yeqing, you should be more restrained." Then, the curtain of the car fell.

Nothing to say along the way.

After a few more days of travel, the team was about to arrive in Jiangling and stopped at a tea shed beside the post road to rest. There were only one old and one young in the tea shed, as if it were a pair of fathers.

Seeing the guests coming, the young shop clerk hurriedly wiped the table, poured down a bowl of herbal tea, and said diligently: "Everyone, you are tired on the road. Please sit down and have a tea to quench your thirst."

Mr. Tan looked at the shop guy a few times, picked up the tea and sniffed it, and smiled and said, "My man, how much does this tea cost?"

The shop clerk hurriedly said, "Uncle, small business, a bowl of three cents!"

"Sanjin! Sanjin!" Tan Jiugong muttered twice, suddenly threw the tea bowl at the shop clerk, laughing and said, "I want to buy my Tan Jiugong's life for three cents. You have done a good job in this business."

Deng Bingkun also turned his hand and lifted the table and chairs, hit the old man in the corner, and snorted: "Half-pound, no deception! You brothers are pretending to be a ghost all day long, and today we will turn you into a pair of dead ghosts."

The young and old in this tea shed seem to be a father-in-law, but in fact they are a pair of biological brothers, both under thirty years old. The older brother is named Tong Banjin, and the younger brother is called Tong Baliang. Therefore, people in the martial arts world call him "Bai Jin Baliang, and the old man is not deceived"!

Although the old man's face was yellow and old, he was just a younger brother. The most important thing was that the Tong brothers joined the Red Flower Club a few years ago and were on the wanted list of the Qing court.
Chapter completed!