Don't ask if you can't tolerate people who disagree with you. Otherwise, people like national master Chengguan won't live to this day. Don't ask if you want these people to live. He wants them to see that he has transcended the cycle of life and death and played the whole world in the palm of his hand.

Chengming is a obedient man, but in Mo Wen's eyes, he has to die, because Mo Wen must give an account to Jingshi and Bodhi temple. Second, Chengming not only hurt his throat, but also hurt Dantian. Even if he recovers the wound, his martial arts can't be recovered. He is like a useless man. He takes great efforts to cure this man. It's better to give up and send another man to rosefinch, Third, nothing was bitten by a obedient dog raised by himself, which made Mo ask angry, which showed that he was incompetent.

"Come on," Mo asked, after standing on the porch and watching the flying snow for a while.

The attendants and monks waiting in the courtyard hurried into the corridor.

"Go to the South and north cities of Chiyang to give orders," Mo asked. "If the soldiers and horses of the north and South battalions outside the city come to the bottom of the city, no matter what Keepsake they hold in their hands, they are not allowed to enter the city."

The attendant monk answered yes and hurried out of the hospital.

Jingmo stood in the alley not far from the White Horse Temple, waved his hand to the men in the military uniform of the rosefinch forbidden guard and said, "I know."

The bodyguard took off his military uniform and threw it into the deep part of the lane. He whispered to Jingmo, "master, will the monks and soldiers of the white horse temple really go and catch your Highness the fourth highness and empress Jiang?"

Jingmo leaned against the brick wall, looked at the street at the entrance of the alley and said, "we'll know in a minute."

After a while, a monk ran by the alley on horseback.

Jingmo ran to the entrance of the alley, looked at the direction of the monk's galloping horse, and asked the bodyguard behind him, "how's your archery?"

The bodyguard was stunned and shook his head immediately. He was an expert in using the sword. He was really a little worse on the bow and arrow.

Seeing the bodyguard shaking his head, Jing Mo stopped talking, took down the crossbow from his waist, skillfully installed the crossbow and arrow, and fired an arrow at the monk who galloped towards the imperial palace.

Hearing that the wind behind him was wrong, the monk quickly sidled to avoid.

Jingmo fired two more arrows, and the last crossbow scratched the monk's shoulder.

The bodyguard drew his sword and wanted to meet the monk.

"No," Jing Mo put down his bow and crossbow and whispered, "he's a monk who doesn't ask his attendants. You're not his opponent."

The attendant monk who was ordered to send orders to the Imperial Palace pulled his horse's head and saw Jingmo standing at the entrance of the alley.

Jingmo looked at the attendant monk Humanitarianism: "master, where are you going in such a hurry?"

The attendant monk angrily said, "are you going to kill me?"

Jingmo said, "I'm going to kill you."

The attendant monk rode to Jingmo.

Jing Mo half raised his hands and stopped the bodyguard who wanted to protect himself. He watched the attendant monk ride his horse to his front.

The bodyguard shouted anxiously, "master, be careful!"

When the attendant monk came near Jingmo, he calmed down. In front of him was the great prince who killed Japan. Without the order of the host, he could not move the prince.

Jingmo whispered with a smile, "master, look at me like this. Do you have anything to tell me?"

At this time, the monk felt numbness in the place where the shoulder was scratched by the crossbow and arrow. The monk was shocked. He looked down at his wound and saw that it was dark black.

Jingmo put down the hand that stopped the guard.

"You!" The attendant monk raised his hand to light acupoints and seal poison. He looked at Jing Mo and said angrily, "you unexpectedly..."

"So mean?" Jing Mo finished what he wanted to say for the attendant monk.

The guard jumped up and did not give the attendant monk the time to light acupoints and seal poison, and stabbed the attendant monk's heart with a sword.

The attendant monk moved a little slower and protected the important hole in his heart, but he was also knocked off his horse by the guard's backhand sword.

Jing Mo took a step forward and stepped on the attendant monk's throat.

The attendant monk is poisoned to the elixir field now. He can't lift his true Qi.

The bodyguard didn't let Jingmo's feet stained with blood. He stabbed it with a sword and broke the heart pulse of the attendant monk.

Jingmo took the bodyguard, dragged the body of the monk, led the horse and returned to the lane.

The bodyguard tied his horse to a road stone in the alley, ran to the entrance of the alley and covered the blood with snow.

When the bodyguard covered the blood, he stood in the alley with Jingmo and waited for about half a column of incense. A large number of monk soldiers ran through the alley.

The bodyguard said excitedly, "they really went."

Jingmo smiled and didn't speak. Li Luomo asked that he must be arrested. If this man is alive, how can the son of imperial concubine long sit on the throne of rosefinch?

The bodyguard waited until the monks and soldiers of the brigade ran past, and then asked Jingmo, "master, are we going back to the post house to wait for news?"

Jingmo hung the crossbow at his waist again and whispered, "wait a minute. Let me see the beacon fire all over the city. Don't ask where you will take care of."

The guard nodded. Jingmo turned to look at the lane. The body of the attendant monk had been covered with a thin layer of snow. Yu Xiaoxiao stood on the street of Chiyang city with a group of big masters at this time, and looked around in the four directions of southeast and northwest. The master said, "princess, where are we going?" A soldier guarding the street came to the gang, drank and asked, "who are you?" The master glanced at the man and said, "you can't stand on this street?" The soldier was a centurion. He looked at Yu Xiaoxiao and said, "the market is closed. Why are you still standing in the street?" The master said, "you close your market, and we don't do business. Your monarch ordered that no one should stand in the street?" The centurion said, "where are you from?" The master said, "can you manage it?" Yu Xiaoxiao's Gang only looked at their appearance. It was difficult to make people believe that they were masters. The centurion was angry at the words of being the leader of the family. He pulled out his waist knife and drank: "presumptuous!" From the centurion's point of view, these people are not the kind of people who do big business. The brothers under the centurion surrounded Yu Xiaoxiao. Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the knife in the centurion's hand and said, "what's the matter? Are you trying to do it? " The centurion said, "give your name!" The master whispered to Yu's novel: "the son-in-law hasn't led troops into the city yet? We'll do it first? " After hearing the words of the master, Yu Xiaoxiao said to the centurion, "I don't want to fight now. Please go quickly." This is a very euphemistic speech in the royal highness of the princess, but in the ears of the centurion, this person is picking things up. Presumptuous! " Mrs. Bai shouted, waved a knife and cut down the jade. The master stood on the side and buttoned his nose. I've never seen such a person who can die.