Chapter 181

The prime minister's residence is surrounded by rockeries, dense ancient trees, small bridges, flowing water, small pavilions, stone roads, flowers and green grass.

At this moment, the secluded prime minister's residence was severely damaged. From time to time, warrior servants, holding sharp weapons, drilled in and out of each deep corner.

The women's family members used to curse and quarrel, but as soon as they heard that it was the National Teacher's command, they all shut up.

In the eyes of the common people, the emperor is the most authoritative in the whole Dayuan state. However, the families of these officials close to the central power know that in the Empire, they would rather offend the Emperor than the national teacher.

A rock cave in a rockery, a one armed man in his forties, with a beard, messy hair and dirty face, it seems that he hasn't washed for a year. The clothes were shabby and unsightly. He was wearing a white rag. There was a big word "crime" in the middle of the clothes.

Beside the big man, there was a haggard martial artist in his fifties, wearing old clothes of the same style and color. The mess of the martial artist was even more embarrassing than his companions. Although he didn't break a hand like his companions, he tightly covered his abdomen with his left hand, with pain on his face.

The one armed man lowered his voice and said, "old ghost, your old injury has relapsed again?"

"Nothing, I can't die yet." the old ghost squeezed out a smile on his painful face, as if comforting his companion.

The one armed man's eyes poked out from the dark deep hole, vaguely saw the samurai who came to search in twos and threes outside, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He whispered, "old ghost, can you insist again? These turtle sons began to look for our brothers. They will be found here sooner or later. We will break out later."

"I don't know, I'll try my best." the old ghost's breath gradually became shortness of breath. The original subtle breath gradually became heavy. When the one armed man heard the old ghost's heavy breath, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The one armed man said, "brother, you have to support the Lord. Our Qingtian sword sect can't be destroyed like this. We have to leave incense to avenge the old sect leader."

The old ghost leaned against the stone, his legs straight, with a heavy tone, and his voice was very hard: "broken sword, my brother, don't always be so pessimistic. Maybe the second leader and the young master are still alive. They are wrong. They can't call the young master. They should call the sect leader. Maybe they are still alive and are hiding somewhere to try to make a comeback."

"I also hope that the second leader and the guild leader are still alive." Brokeback shook his head, "but when it comes to revenge, I find it difficult. If they are still alive, I just hope they live well and don't be found by the national master's dog thief. If God can hear my wish, I will take my life away."

After a pause, the broken arm man called broken sword asked with some worry, "old ghost, you must hold on. We have to go out and save the brothers in the mine. You can't do anything."

The old ghost's breath was getting faster and faster. Covering his abdomen, a slight tremor suddenly came out. The old ghost's firm face suddenly burst out in drops of cold sweat. Originally, there was a ruddy old face, which suddenly became pale, but it was not real in this dark and deep cave.

"Old ghost, what's the matter with you? Why don't you talk." the broken sword suddenly lowered his voice and said eagerly.

"Brother, listen to me." the old ghost climbed his other hand onto the shoulder of the broken sword. During his speech, it sounded more laborious than before. He gasped heavily. The old ghost lowered his voice and said laboriously, "I have no strength. The wound relapses. It's difficult for me to move now. I don't think I can live long."

"No." broken sword's firm tone interrupted the old ghost and continued.

The old ghost didn't know where the strength came from suddenly. He grabbed the broken sword's shoulder fiercely. The broken sword hurt and his eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

"Brother, listen to me." the old ghost tried his best, "I can still fight, but I can't live anymore. You go. I'll give you a chance later. Brother, you must live and find the second leader and the sect leader. If you can't find it, you'll try every means to save the brothers in the mine. Please."

"No, I can't leave you." the broken sword shook his head and his tone was very firm. "If you want to die, you'll die together. I broke the sword and didn't have the habit of leaving my brother."

"Listen to me, anyway, even if I break out this time, I can't escape death. I'm dead all the time. Can you make me feel at ease when I die? Otherwise, even if I die, I won't feel at ease." the old ghost said for so long, as if he had exhausted his strength, the whole suddenly relaxed.

"No, old ghost." Duanjian looked very stubborn and quickly took off his clothes. Then he slowly tore off his prison clothes. In order to avoid the sound of tearing cloth too loud, he exposed their position and tore the sword very carefully.

Then, the broken sword tore the prison clothes into pieces, and then tied the cloth strips together to form a cloth rope. Then, the broken sword turned the old ghost's body, turned his back to his back, pressed one end of the cloth rope with his mouth, then took the cloth strip with one arm, passed through the old ghost's chest, and spared several circles continuously. After it was determined to tie the old ghost firmly, the broken sword began to use his mouth to help one arm to tighten the cloth rope, and then tie a knot.

"Brother, why do you bother? Anyway, I can't live anymore. I hope to see you live." the old ghost couldn't resist the action of broken sword, so he had to sigh.

"Needless to say, old ghost, die together." the broken sword shook his head. Then he stood up slowly and stepped back. Behind him is a deep tree. If he hides well, he can hide for a while and a half.

With the old ghost on their backs, the two slowly hid in the dense branches and leaves, looking for their own retreat through the branches and leaves.

"Maybe I should take some hostages." Duanjian suddenly thought, and then looked around to see if there were any good hostages to catch.

"Old ghost, you have to hold on." broken sword more and more felt that the old ghost was wrong, and immediately reminded him.

"Hmm!" the old ghost answered vaguely. The tone seemed to be falling asleep. The bad premonition in Duanjian's brain became more and more clear and strong.

Suddenly, a young voice came from a distance. The voice master's tone was extremely arrogant and arrogant: "big goat, I'm tired and want a stool."

The heart of the broken sword moved: "big goat, is it the big goat of our family?" then, the broken sword also obviously felt that the old ghost behind him had changed. The old ghost seemed to have exhausted his feeding strength and whispered: "big goat, is it the other end of our family? How could it be here."

"Let's go and have a look." the broken sword whispered.

"Be careful, don't fall for the treachery of those thieves." the old ghost said this, as if he had used up all his strength and immediately became silent.

The broken sword nodded and slowly pressed down the doubts that had just risen. The old ghost was right. The big goat could not appear here.

But there is still some hope in the heart of the broken sword. I'm afraid I won't be reconciled if I don't see it clearly. If it's really the big goat and the brothers in the gang, if they are caught, I may be able to help them. Even if I die with the old ghost, I'll let them escape.

Thinking of this, the broken sword slowly climbed along the branch and climbed to the top of the branch. Only then did he find that the big tree he was in grew at a high place. At the moment, looking down from the high, he could see everything in his eyes.

Outside the prime minister's residence, the prime minister's residence was surrounded like an iron bucket. Even if a fly wants to fly out, I'm afraid it will be intercepted. In the prime minister's residence, there are warriors and servants searching for them everywhere. Looking at the strength of their search, I'm afraid they will soon find their whereabouts.

The broken sword took a breath. Looking at this posture, he couldn't break through. It seems that he is dead today. It depends on how many cushions he can pull before he dies.

Later, his eyes turned to the direction of the sound source. In the martial arts hall, there were an old man in green and a golden warrior sitting on two stools. On their backs, there were several martial artists standing with their backs facing their own. There was a young man in white, a girl in yellow and two big men with tiger backs.

The back is very similar. I broke my sword. Fortunately, I checked it first. If I go up rashly, I'm afraid I'll fall into the tiger's mouth.

"Broken sword, see clearly, is it a big goat?" the old ghost behind didn't know where the strength came from, whispered.

"The back is very similar, but those people standing behind the officers and soldiers who arrested us should be the dog legs who wanted to lure us." the broken sword looked at that direction and looked very firm, "old ghost, we may be dying here."

"I thought there was a brother coming. But it's better not to come." the old ghost smiled, and suddenly his voice was strangely alive.

"Oh, those people are still fighting. The big man who looks like a big goat kicked over general Jinjia." there was a thick sneer on the broken sword's face. "Just now I saw them standing behind general Jinjia. They really can act. I thought this would lead us. It's childish."

While the broken sword was talking, his body slowly retreated towards the rear, reintroduced into the branches and leaves, and wrapped them tightly with the branches and leaves. At the same time, it also covered the scene of the big goat fighting with people outside.

"Broken sword, brother, if you really can't do it, kill it. We two brothers go to hell to drink together." the old ghost smiled softly.

"HMM. we'll die together, old ghost. But brothers pull a few cushions first." the broken sword said coldly, and then the broken sword suddenly looked up. He saw that several young and beautiful girls were walking slowly by. These girls' clothes were extraordinary, and their young faces were not as cautious as those of servant girls, but looked arrogant and arrogant.

"The wife of the prime minister's residence has a high status." Duanjian immediately judged it, and a happy look flashed in his eyes. Then he began to fall. God help me, too. This is the best hostage God gave me.