The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

"This is a new pigeon letter from Jingchu."

Deacon Li handed the pigeon letter in his hand to Murong Bai, then coughed lightly, and explained in a deep voice beside him, "Earlier this morning, Zhou Ziwang's head was hung outside the city of Yuanzhou..."

It was early in the afternoon when Murong Bai came to Deacon Li's stronghold, and he talked with Deacon Li for a while, so he happened to catch up with the pigeon letter sent from Jingchu.

In the pigeon letter, the major and important events that happened in the Jingchu area in the past two days were written concisely.

Among them was an article, which was written about Zhou Ziwang's affairs in Yuanzhou.

It is said that at the same time that the gate of Yuanzhou city was opened early this morning, the Mongolian and Yuan courts also hung Zhou Ziwang's head on the top of Yuanzhou city to frighten all directions.

Murong Bai originally planned to find an inn in the city to stay for one night after leaving Deacon Li's place, but at this time it was obviously no longer necessary to stay in Hanzhong City.

Murong Bai suddenly raised his head to look at Deacon Li, and said in a concentrated voice, "Find me a boat, I'm going south now..."

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

The river is surging, and people's hearts are restless.

The autumn wind is as cold as a knife, and the small ferry boat sailing in the turbulent Hanshui River is quite thrilling.

Although the boatman exerted all his strength, the boat was still shaking in the wind and waves. The old boatman hurriedly apologized to the two passengers in the cabin, but he didn't know that the shaking of the boat also shook the thoughts of the people in the boat. Brought up waves of worry.

"Roll the boat with peace of mind, it doesn't matter."

Sitting in the cabin was an old man and a young man, they were Zhang Zhenren and Xiao Zhang who had just come down from Shaoshi Mountain.

Zhang Zhenren has long beard fluttering, bony bones, at this time he smiled and comforted the boatman, indicating that he needn't worry about the two of them, and just care about the boat.

But after turning his eyes away from the boatman, the previous melancholy appeared again in Zhang Zhenren's eyes.

How can he not worry?

Five disciples Zhang Cuishan was his favorite disciple, he felt extremely guilty for not saving the lives of his husband and wife as his own master, but now even his only child can only watch helplessly. Days of weight loss go on, and there is not much life left.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng felt his heart was in turmoil, and his fists were already tightly clenched in one place unconsciously.

But all of a sudden, he felt his hand was slightly cold, Zhang Zhenren raised his head and saw that Zhang Wuji stretched out his two small palms, and lightly covered Zhang Zhenren's fist.

"Great master, don't be sad."

Zhang Wuji shook one of Zhang Zhenren's fists, and said with a coquettish smile, "It's nothing if you can't learn Shaolin Jiuyang Kungfu. Haven't we been to Emei yet?"

Although he was only a boy in his teens, when Zhang Wuji spoke at this time, he had the attitude of a little adult.

He raised his eyebrows, and smiled at Zhang Zhenren, "Besides, even if it is really destined to die, after the child dies, it will be a good thing to be able to see father and mother?"

Zhang Wuji said these words to comfort Zhang Zhenren, but he didn't want his politeness to make Zhang Zhenren even more disturbed after hearing this, and he couldn't help feeling a deep hatred towards himself.

Zhang Sanfeng, you incompetent!

Zhang Zhenren cursed inwardly, he failed to save his lover and his wife, now even their only flesh and blood, should they just watch to die?

What a good boy, why can't God just open his eyes and see?

Zhang Zhenren took a deep breath, stretched his fists, and then used his own big hand to grasp Zhang Wuji's two small hands, and pulled them to his body.

He stared closely at Zhang Wuji's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Wuji, please don't say that again."

Zhenren Zhang forced a laugh and said, "Grand Master will definitely find a way to save you. Think about it, with your Grand Master's martial arts skills, is there anything in this Jianghu that Grand Master can't do?"

But his mood sank a few more points because of the two words he just said.

So what if I have high martial arts skills?

If the title of number one in the world can be exchanged for the life of the child in front of him, why would he need it?

Zhang Zhenren wanted to slap himself in the face immediately, but when he thought of the child watching him right in front of his eyes, he could only grit his teeth and try his best to suppress this impulse in his heart.

"But Grand Master can never go back to Shaolin to snatch it."

Zhang Wuji is worthy of being a precocious person, he saw Zhang Zhenren's complicated mood at the moment, so he smiled again and said, "Didn't Grand Master say that it is wrong to steal other people's things?"

After saying that, he suddenly sighed again, shook his head and said, "I was thinking, even if I can't learn Shaolin Jiuyang Kung Fu, if I can get this kung fu from the masters of Shaolin Sect, I can go back Let Yu Sanbo learn it, and it's just as good..."

Hearing that Zhang Wuji knew that there was no way out, but was still thinking about the third uncle Yu Daiyan who was seriously injured and lying in bed, Zhang Zhenren felt a lot more pain in his heart.

He raised his hand to stroke Zhang Wuji's head lightly, sighed and said, "Your Yu Sanbo suffered from trauma to the muscles and bones, which needs to be healed by the medicine that connects the bones and strengthens the tendons, but it cannot be cured by relying on internal strength alone."

"But didn't Grand Master say that Shaolin Nine Suns Kung Fu is more powerful than our Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu?"

After all, it is childish nonsense.

There are some things that Zhang Zhenren can't explain clearly with Zhang Wuji.

"Silly boy……"

He rubbed Zhang Wuji's head vigorously, his lips parted, and he was about to tell him some interesting things he encountered when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes, but in the next moment, there was a loud shout from far and near, It clearly fell into Zhang Zhenren's ears.

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, rough and powerful, full of evil spirit.

"The man in front, stop the boat quickly!"

"If you can hand over the child obediently, the Lord Buddha can still kindly spare your life. If not, don't blame the Lord Buddha for being ruthless!"

The voice was coming from the rear of the hull, from far to near, and when the words "ruthless under the knife" fell into Zhang Zhenren's ears, it seemed to be shouting from Zhang Zhenren's ear.