Chapter 158 The Deaths of Huang Jiugai and Li Fuzi

"My grandfather didn't read much. As you said, he had a kind of stubborn kindness. Stubborn people usually have their own opinions on things and will never let others control them!"

Xin Zhuo said: "His talent is average. Once his level improves, in order to prove his martial arts, he can't help but find others to compare with. Maybe in the eyes of others, this is a bit troublesome, but he thinks it is a comparison between warriors and is harmless.

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Huang Jiugai nodded: "You are absolutely right, he obviously has this kind of temper!"

Xin Zhuo suddenly looked at him and sneered: "However, there are two lies in the story you just told!"

Huang Jiugai's expression changed slightly: "We have already reached this point, why should I lie? Little brother, if you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. You must not humiliate me!"

Xin Zhuo thought to himself and said: "First of all, you guys must have deceived him, telling him that people parasitized by the Sky Eunuch will not die, but will only help you practice your martial arts and achieve mutual success. Although he feels a little guilty, he has hope.

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But things got serious later, and after you killed him, you poured all the dirty water on him, burned bridges across rivers, and made him the scapegoat!"

Huang Jiugai's expression changed again: "How can you be so sure?"

Xin Zhuo said: "A person who carries hatred and is stubborn and kind must understand the pain of others. Not killing people is his bottom line! This is human nature!"

Huang Jiugai was silent, obviously Xin Zhuo was right again.

He quickly cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me..."

Xin Zhuo's "evil" voice came again from the distance.

Liu Zhi pondered, she had never seen him before. Then there was a burst of wind behind her. She turned her head and saw a fifth-grade master.

"Don't run away?"

Xin Zhuo said: "As proud as Master Li and Tang Wuwo, why do you need help from a beggar? And why does a master who was at the first sixth level or even the fifth level now want to be a beggar? Especially when he was born in a handsome and graceful family.

Young Master!

Is this kind of person a bad person, or is he born a bitch? So, you are the Beicang Shasha in the story! The beggar is just to hide his identity."

Xin Zhuo sneered: "The story must pay attention to logic and inertia. Maybe one or two unreasonable plots can be understood as coincidences, but for a crucial character in the story, if everything is unreasonable, then it is a lie!"

She put her hands behind her back and looked at the ten subordinates standing on horseback with a serious expression: "Although your talents are too low, if you study hard and practice hard, you will one day be as good as me!"

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At this time, Xin Zhuo had already raised his foot to pick up Huang Jiubai.

Xin Zhuo looked forward: "He can't escape. He was seriously injured and had no time to rest. The more he fled, the worse his injuries became. This place is thousands of miles away from the capital. Is it possible that he can escape to the capital?"

The miserable figure flew towards the sword light slumped, as if he felt the shadow of death. His closed old eyes opened, revealing a look of despair. He originally wanted to use witchcraft to lure Xin Zhuo and make him spare his life.

His own life, just like that year, he didn't give even the slightest chance: "No——"

His mentor, Mr. Dongfang, is a master among masters, and his relationship with the imperial court is unpredictable. If you let him escape, you will definitely die!"

"Innate! Just like people like you are not born to treat people as human beings!"

He found that Xin Zhuo's infuriating energy was so weird that it was terrifying. At some point, ice and lightning had entered his body along his arms and around the Dantian Palace, hindering the movement of his own infuriating energy.

"This matter..."

Liu Pheasant is the postmaster of Lingshui Post, that is, the highest official of the post. He is from the ninth rank and has ten post soldiers under his command.

Lingshui Station is located in a remote place, and few officials pass by during non-war times. On weekdays, there is nothing to do, so we can only pass the time by practicing martial arts and advancing in the martial arts realm.

Xin Zhuo added: "Secondly, the character Huang Jiugai does not exist in your story at all. It is unreasonable and unreasonable!"

But they clearly noticed that the fat master in front of the door was shaking slightly and seemed a little nervous.

Li Fuzi's face turned slightly pale, and she had the urge to turn around and give him a blow, but she just couldn't muster the strength at the moment.

Xin Zhuo looked at Mr. Li, the smile on his face disappeared, and he threw the Huang Jiugai in his hand heavily on the ground. The folded gun had already become Zhang Zhang.

Mr. Li couldn't run anymore.

The man was a fat man with a small head. He was carrying a large sword. He seemed to be injured, but his aura was very scary.

Ice and thunder energy enveloped his whole body, and the surrounding ground was filled with ice and thunder. Huang Jiugai, who was already on the verge of death after being thrown to the ground, couldn't help but scream in agony.

He glanced at the wild forests and weeds around him. That kid might come out at any time.

The post station is responsible for the ceremonial guards, carriages and horses, greetings and farewells, and the food, drink, housing and transportation of passing imperial officials.

One of the postmen asked curiously: "I have seen the seventh-grade villain, and I have heard about the sixth-grade, but I don't know how powerful the fifth-grade master is?"

This feeling of being surrounded by enemies really made him feel uncomfortable.

"Beijing?" Liu Pheasant's pupils shrank, and he immediately went to pick up the carrier pigeon on Jingcheng Road in person.

Watching the homing pigeons flying into the distance, a relieved smile finally appeared on his lips. He then raised his sword with both hands and looked at the mountains in front of him. He came out with a majestic aura, like the red sun in July, so red and hot that people dare not dare.

near!

Liu Pheasant and the ten postmen hid far away, with frightened expressions on their faces, not knowing why.

Master Li angrily scolded: "I am the master of Qiufeng Academy in the capital, with the direct title of Zhenwu Secretary, and the eighth rank, come with me quickly!"

She is a woman, only twenty-three years old. It is not easy to run the inn. In the past few years, she has relied on strictness and discipline.

Huang Jiugai was completely shocked and said angrily: "You, are you a devil?"

He raised his head and looked in front of him, his eyes lit up. He saw that there was a mountain ahead, and there was a post station next to the official road at the foot of the mountain.

Huang Jiugai said coldly: "Where do you get your confidence?"

The ten-foot-long sword shadow glowed with dazzling fiery red light, as if it was blocking out the sky and the sun, and it was slashed down with one sword.

As soon as the carrier pigeon was retrieved, he saw that Mrs. Li had torn off a small piece of white clothes from her body, written a row of words with her fingertips, and hurriedly tied the pigeon's legs and released the pigeon.

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At this moment, a young man carrying a beggar came down the hillside in the distance. The young man and the beggar? This look is very strange.

Huang Jiugai was silent for a while and sneered: "I think you should hunt down Mr. Li as soon as possible. He is the master of Qiufeng Academy in the capital. There are many masters in the academy.

The huge aura overwhelmed the whole station and made a "squeaking" sound. Liu Zhi's group of people inside looked around, their faces pale with fear.

If you stop at this moment and forcefully use your mental skills, you may be able to eliminate it in a few days. But you can't stop at this moment, and that guy is chasing after you. I don't know where he is, but he seems to be right behind you.

Huang Jiugai raised his head sharply, with a look of disbelief in his eyes: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"My great Zhou Dynasty is rich in martial virtue, and there are martial arts masters everywhere. If my martial arts realm is too low, how can I get a chance to be promoted?"

Have you ever had such an experience in your life?

He thought again of the Precepts Monument in Qiugong Pavilion in the heavy snow that day. If Princess Su hadn't been paying attention and stabbed out with a sword, wouldn't what happened today have happened?

"Master Li, stop running away, I saw you!"

"What rank is Master Post Cao?" a post guard asked in surprise.

Li Fuzi glanced at Huang Jiugai. He was originally a little nervous, but suddenly he felt relieved. He smiled, as if he didn't bother to say a word. He had already jumped into the air and wielded the most powerful sword in his life.

Liu Pheasant coughed lightly: "The eighth grade is not far from the second seventh grade!"

"puff--"

Huang Jiugai's body has been cut into two parts.

Blood was scattered all over the sky.

Facing the blood and the midday sun, Xin Zhuo swung out another shot, also a peak shot.
Chapter completed!