I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 395 An Arrow Flying from Beyond the Sky

  Zhe Yu rode a horse and ran wildly in Yanjing under the night.

  Grimace is definitely a master, perhaps because he wanted to humiliate Zhe Yu, he was conceited, complacent and underestimated the enemy.

   Next, the two masters he met were undoubtedly the best of the best.

  They all have top quality, calm, fierce, and no fancy shots, but the knives are deadly knives, and the swords are a matter of life and death.

  Zhe Yu tried his best to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure eight hundred mentality, and then rushed out of the enemy's siege.

   Who are these people?

  The world only knows that on the killer organization, Zhu Mao ranks first.

   Zhe Yu and Zhu Mao have fought many times. The 11th Li Jianping and the 9th Chen Guangliang are considered to be the strongest combat forces he has ever come into contact with.

  These people have a different style from Zhu Mao.

  Hidden sect?

  He has no doubt that Baicaoshi will encounter no fewer enemies than himself.

   Being able to mobilize so many masters at one time must be a huge force, at least in Dayan's scouting and monitoring system, there is no such one.

  However, Zhe Yu knew a little more about the power of the sect recorded in the royal archives.

  He vaguely had a guess.

  At this time, his shoulders and abdomen were all injured, and he simply pulled the material of his clothes to wrap them up. He didn't know when the imperial reinforcements would come, and he couldn't wait for a moment. He knew that Shishi was waiting for him, so he still hurried to Xiangji Temple.

  The people in the market had already dispersed, but only by the moonlight, Zhe Yu saw the top of Honolulu, and an enchantment was formed.

   That's... a battle between the grand masters.

  He smelled a familiar smell.

   Red Blood Patriarch.

   This lingering old guy has come to Yanjing again.

  So, the killing of him and Shishi this time came from the Red Blood Patriarch?

  **

  The top of Honolulu Mountain, the chessboard cliff.

  Here is where Sui Zheyu and Pei Yuanxian played games last year.

   Two people stand opposite each other.

  One side is the red-blooded ancestor with silver hair, and the other side is naturally Master Puji, the abbot of Xiangji Temple.

"You old monks of Xiangji Temple, don't you eat fast and recite scriptures? How can you cultivate the Dao if you are always involved in the world of mortals?" The red blood patriarch raised his head proudly, his eyes were full of contempt and arrogance .

  Master Puji clasped his hands together, Amitabha, "Could it be that you are like you, who is a great master in vain, but stirs wind and rain in the world? This body of cultivation has a good place to go."

  The red-blooded patriarch looked up to the sky and screamed, his silver hair danced in the wind, showing an indescribably insolent look. "What can you do to me? Old monk, how do you know that this is not part of my practice? I practice the way of the world of mortals, and I practice the mind of entering the world. I have greed, anger, ignorance and resentment, and I enjoy it. Look at you This pulse, what kind of broken hexagrams are you constantly playing with, is it useless? It seems that you have been divination before, spying on the secrets of the sky, and spent a lot of effort. Are you still my opponent today?"

Master Puji made a gesture, his eyes were full of compassion, and he extended an invitation to the Chixue Patriarch, "Come and try. Today, if you fight to the death, I won't let you do it again." Harm the world."

  Inside the enchantment, winds and clouds are surging, and dangers are everywhere.

  The Red Blood Patriarch is in full bloom, and Master Puji has wasted a lot of effort because of the previous divination. In this battle, it was Chixue Patriarch who suppressed Master Puji.

  However, the mentality of the two is different. Master Puji had the idea of ​​"sacrificing one's life for righteousness", but Patriarch Chixue, he only wanted to find someone and kill her. He had no intention of fighting the old monk at all.

   Throughout the Xiangji Temple, countless monks walked out of the meditation room, holding Buddhist beads in their hands, and looking towards the top of the mountain.

   With a bang, the ground shook and the barrier broke.

  Master Puji shook his body, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

  The red-blooded patriarch was also uncomfortable, disheartened, supporting his old waist, but secretly cursing in his heart that the fruit of harvesting for a long time fell short! "Puji, you old bald donkey, do you really want to die with me?"

   "Then is it not seeking benevolence to obtain benevolence?" Master Puji had already seen through life and death, and died well.

  The red blood patriarch was so angry that he wanted to jump. He pointed casually at the eaves of the temple that lined up, "You are not afraid of death, aren't they? You are not at your peak now, and I still have the power to fight again. Believe it or not, I can kill you, and then kill you Your disciples and grandchildren walked out of Xiangji Temple in a big way?"

  Such a threat, not only failed to make Master Puji retreat, but gave birth to a deeper fighting spirit.

   "Then come."

  Master Puji once again blasted out a big move, and was anxious with the red blood patriarch.

  The powerful internal force squeezed the surrounding air, distorting the faces of the two great masters.

   Right at this moment, an arrow flew out of the sky, the arrow was full of fighting intent and hatred.

  The red blood patriarch has already felt the arrow, and he doesn't care about it at all in normal times. Do ants dare to shoot arrows at the tall elephant? But now, Master Puji won't let him hide, he can't hide at all.

   The arrow pierced into the flesh, making the sound of breaking the wind.

  A horse appeared on the top of the mountain, with a bow in Zhe Yu's hand, his brows and eyes became colder and more determined.

  The two great masters separated, and the red-blooded ancestor who was pierced through the shoulder blade by the arrow added a lot of old age. After all, the grand master is still a body of flesh and blood.

   "Okay, very good, you are the first person to hurt me besides the grand master. Not just once."

  Zhe Yu rode forward, condescending, "You should be glad that this arrow didn't hit your heart. Next time, you may not have such good luck."

   "Fart!" The red blood patriarch said violently, "If you dare to speak wild words again, I will kill your wife."

  Zhou Yumeifeng frowned, is it really in his hands that the Poetry of Baicao is in his hands? He narrowed his eyes, judging the truth of the words.

   "Young Master, don't believe his words, he has been fighting with me, and he has never been separated."

The matter has come to this point, two against one, the red blood patriarch has no chance of winning, he should decide, "Old bald donkey, I will save your life for now." As he said that, he dropped a thing that looked like a fire mine, but There was poisonous smoke, and then he had left in the wind.

   "Master!" Zhe Yu got off his horse and went to help Master Puji, because he looked really embarrassed at the moment.

   "It's okay, I can't die, you go and save Shishi. Don't let Chixue find Shishi first." Master Puji stopped Zheyu's hand, with expectation in his eyes.

   "Okay. After I rescue Shishi, I will come to thank Master Mountaineering."

   Zhe Yu got on his horse again and galloped down the mountain.

  **

  The red-blooded patriarch who fled quickly experienced the darkest moment of his life.

   It doesn't matter what kind of fight with Puji, after all, they are both great masters, but he is not reconciled, the person who almost killed him twice, hurt him again and again.

  He felt Shen Liqing's hatred.

  The best punishment is not necessarily to repay the other person in the same way, but it can also be imposed on the person he cares most about.

  That's right, fifth prince Ying Zhexu, what do you care about the most?

   is that little village girl.

   There are many coincidences in this world.

  When Chixue came to Xiangji Temple, he didn't find Baicao Poetry, but when he was in a panic, he saw the deserted house in the sky, the fight in the deserted house, and the fluctuation of internal force, which made him feel familiar.

   "There is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it will take no effort to come." The red blood ancestor laughed loudly and landed among the deserted houses.

  At that moment, all eyes were on him.

  Baicaoshi's side suffered serious battle damage. The private guards scrambled on the ground, exhaling more air than inhaling. The three high-strength ones were also seriously injured, and they will not fully recover after a month of support.

  As for Baicao Poetry, it is on the verge of exhaustion.

  Desperation, boundless despair enveloped her, she knew who the other party was.

  The strange thing is that the four masters in the field actually knelt down in unison, "Welcome the ancestor to come out of the mountain."

   Are they in the same group?

  The red blood patriarch didn't look at the four masters, but walked towards Baicaoshi step by step, stepping on the corpses of centipedes and scorpions everywhere, and walked out of the **** king.

  He pointed a little.

   "Are you committing suicide, or should I do it?"

   Normally, Baicao Poetry would have been covered by the domain, but now the Chixue Patriarch has a little bit, really just a little bit, and it has no effect on her.

  She did not die, nor was she seriously injured.

   Immediately, she saw the wound on the shoulder of the red blood patriarch.

   "It turns out that you are not a god, and you will be hurt too." Baicaoshi said with difficulty.

  The Red Blood Patriarch was provoked. He strode towards Baicaoshi, stretched out his hand, and reached for her throat. "go to hell."

  Da Chonglou and Xiao Chonglou are still waiting to be shot, but they have been interrupted by Qing Cape.

  Baicao Poetry has no strength, and I feel sad in my heart. Zhe Yu, we will be husband and wife again in the next life.

  The Chixue Patriarch's hand did not fall, one powerful hand took Baicao into his arms, and the other hand hit the Chixue Patriarch.

  It was an ordinary face.

   "Bao Yu, is that you?"

  She passed out.

  (end of this chapter)