The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

Zhou Zishu helped the boatman Lao Li, and the four of them rushed to the ferry. When they got on the boat, he looked back at the white clothes and said, "Go back and see if there are any survivors. If you can save one, it is one."

"Be careful in everything yourself, pay attention to safety, and I will look for you when the time comes." Bai Yi understood what he meant, and without saying much, he turned and flew back to Jinghu Villa.

Zhang Chengling looked at the figure in white going away, worried and anxious.

Lao Li's boat was rocking fast, and he went away quickly. He boarded the boat and docked, and together with several people, he found a ruined temple to settle down.

In the chasing and fighting just now, Lao Li was injured to the core, and he went through a lot of running around.Already exhausted, he leaned against a ruined wall and looked at Zhou Zishu: "Where is your honor?"

Zhou Zishu checked the surrounding environment and found that it was safe for the time being, and returned to Lao Li: "Take your overlord boat once and save your life. We are even."

Old Uncle Li chuckled and coughed twice: "You are wrong, tuberculosis ghost. You took my Overlord Boat twice, and this time it was me."

Running all the way, the nail wound that had subsided just now recurred. Zhou Zishu felt a tight pain in his chest, and sat down cross-legged to meditate and adjust his breath.

Uncle Li was in a hurry: "Consumption ghost, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we have to continue to escape."

"I'm suffering from tuberculosis, wait here for my companion, you take that child away first, and leave me alone." Zhou Zishu said impatiently.

"No, I can't go," Zhang Chengling, who was disguised as a servant, stood up and said, "Uncle Li, I will wait here too, until that hero rescues my father and brother!"

"Are you stupid? Your father is probably dead right now. You run away!" Old Man Li coughed angrily.

"Impossible! My father will not die. My father is Qiuyuejian, a hero of the Jinghu faction!" Zhang Chengling retorted

Uncle Li was annoyed by him. : "How can I not know who your father is? Qiuyue sword saved my life!"

Zhou Zishu listened to Old Uncle Li's intermittent statement of his relationship with Qiuyue Sword, and entrusted Young Master Zhang to find people from the Five Lakes League.

The whistling wind suddenly picked up, and the door of the ruined temple was blown open, and yellow and white paper money flew in profusely, and it was the chasing soldiers who arrived.

Eerie ghostly laughter came from all directions, coupled with the ruined temple, the evil wind, and the yellow and white paper money, it was very strange.

Although Zhang Chengling was like a frightened bird, he still mustered up the courage to pick up the knife on the ground.Tremblingly, he said: "I know martial arts! The two benefactors use kung fu to heal your wounds, and I will protect you!" After speaking, he shouted and rushed out.

Seeing that thin figure staggering and rushing out, unable to hold a knife steadily, and looking around vigilantly, the two people in the temple had mixed feelings.

"Silly boy." Zhou Zishu's mouth twitched.

"The child is a good child, but he is a little stupid." Old Uncle Li was also quite helpless.

A dozen or so red-clothed ghost-faced figures floated into the courtyard ghostly, eerie and murderous.

Zhang Chengling took a few steps back, and old man Li asked Zhou Zishu, "Consumption ghost, can you still stand up?"

"Wait a little longer." Bai Yi's meridian nourishment for several months was not in vain, and now Zhou Zishu's body is much better than he had expected.

"The hanged ghost of the top ten evil ghosts in Qingya Mountain is here, obediently hand over the Liulijia, and you can die more happily." Gloomy shouts came from all directions, revealing a strong murderous intent.

"Damn your grandma!" Old Uncle Li propped himself up and rushed out, then pushed Zhang Chengling back into the temple, and grabbed a big knife to wrestle with those ghosts and ghosts.

Nothing.Uncle Li is old and has experienced a lot of fighting. He has many wounds on his body and is exhausted.After a few rounds, he was kicked back into the temple by the so-called "hanged ghost". It should be the lifeblood of the serious injury, and he vomited a mouthful of old blood.

"Uncle Li!"

Almost, almost, Zhou Zishu's eyes were closed tightly, and cold sweat dripped down his jaw.

His thin body was protecting him, and he seemed to be terrified and yelled loudly.He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Zhang Chengling hugging him tightly, and in front of him, the ghost-masked man had raised his butcher knife!

He pushed Zhang Chengling away, stood on the ground with one hand, drew out the saber from his waist, kicked the ground with his left foot, held the sword flower in his hand, and rushed into the enemy crowd. Quickly harvest their lives!

In a few breaths, there were corpses lying all over the ground.Zhang Chengling thought that the danger was over, so he scrambled to lift up old man Li who was paralyzed on the ground.He wanted to call Zhou Zishu to save someone, but saw him dodging quickly, pointing his sword at a corner.

"Come out!" Zhou Zishu said coldly!

A girl in purple raised her hands.Smiling, he walked out slowly: "Ha...hahaha, Lu...passing by, we've seen each other before, big... Hero put away the sword, the sword has no eyes, haha..."

Indeed, I have seen it before, isn't this the little girl who gave him fine wine during the day and then competed with him?If this girl appeared here, his master might also be there...

Thinking of this, a gloom stagnates in his chest, it is the internal injury that has not calmed down in his eagerness to get up to face the enemy just now, tormenting him again.

Unable to catch his breath, Zhou Zishu fell backwards, and suddenly stretched out his hands from the side, as if trying to wrap his arms around his fallen body.But in the middle.He was intercepted by another figure in white who suddenly appeared. The man in white grabbed Zhou Zishu with one hand and entangled with him with the other.

The two hands pushed and pulled in the air, leaving afterimages of the fight.The two palms faced each other, and there was a bang.

"Old White!"

"Owner!"

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Summary: This is the story of a high-gloss war-damaged cat, a tool man Lao Bai who only appeared at the beginning and the end, and an old Wen who only appeared at the end and showed his hands to take advantage, but was cut off halfway.Who doesn't envy that the white clothes can always be wrapped around Ah Xu's waist?

(Looking at myself, I still have three or four chapters to save, and I am updating it today, I can’t think of it, I am really hardworking)