Yang Zhi's reaction was like a character who had been famous for many years, standing proudly on the sidelines, turning a blind eye to the farce around him. Yes, the monk raised his hand towards Ali and said, "The poor monk is here today, and he doesn't have the heart to think about this, you go back and tell General Boluhuo that in two days, the poor monk will visit." ”

Alitu laughed and said, "Since the master has commanded me so, I will return to my life." ”

Ali came and went like the wind, how he came, how he left, the horses neighed, clean and neat. Yes, the monk smiled, invited Yang Zhi and others to enter the tent, and a group of people walked through the naturalization camp in a state of apprehension, and there were sergeants calling for companions everywhere, and no one stopped when they saw the good monk and others. What Yang Zhi didn't expect was that the good monk did not live in the barracks, but walked through the barracks and came to a big mansion in the alley behind.

The big house is lonely, just at the outermost part of the alley, separating the alley from the main road outside, the main road is a normal world, the small alley is a messy place, inhabited by military prostitutes, family members, servants, etc., some sell groceries, some help people do laundry, and there are also small gambling stalls. Yes, the monk didn't even look at the movement in the alley, and walked directly up the steps of his big house, and said as he walked: "This was originally the house of the naturalized camp capital, and it is very safe to live here." ”

The rest of the people only smiled bitterly, a good master with majesty on the rivers and lakes, a big man who could influence the situation in the Liao, Jin and Song Kingdoms, would actually measure his residence by security. Yang Zhi said lightly: "The uneasiness in my heart comes from the loss of confidence, and the master is worried that the people who come will see the current situation in Liaoyang and retreat. ”

The people who joined the Double Dragon Club were to join the Jin to destroy the Liao, if they saw that the Jin people were more fierce than the Liao people, would they be worried about driving the tiger at the front door and welcoming the wolf at the back door. After all, two different nationalities, the cultural differences are very great, no one knows if they can get along in the future, Song Liao has not fought for a hundred years, but there are still people on both sides who want to destroy each other. Yang Zhi said a word to everyone's hearts, and the good monk sighed and said: "Lan Daxia, some things can't be rushed, there will be time to discuss in the future." You must know that the earlier this kind of thing is involved, the greater the possibility of success in the future, and the greater the benefits obtained after success. ”

Yang Zhi smiled indifferently: "The master is in love, the beauty of the country, the glory and wealth, it is all empty." However, for the sake of the thousand-year-old ginseng, I promised the master to do you a little favor in Liaoyang City, and do one thing for you, which will be counted as a reward. ”

Yes, the monk Daxi said: "Lan Daxia is really a refreshing person, and the thousand-year-old ginseng will be sent to Lan Daxia the day after tomorrow." ”

Yes, the monk is a person who does great things, and he knows that there is an opportunity to buy horse bones in front of him, if he has to give ginseng to Lan Bin after he finishes his work, it will seem small and cold, which is not in line with the spirit of a person who guides the country. Yang Zhi thanked him neither humbly nor arrogantly, and followed everyone in like no one else.

The big mansion is completely the pattern of the Central Plains, rockery, flowing water, small pavilion, and at the end of the winding path is an elegant restaurant, which is completely the style of a Panlou Courtyard. In the corner of the restaurant, there were a few singers with heavy makeup, holding pipas, talking and laughing in a low voice, and when they saw Yang Zhi and others coming in, they stood up one after another and saluted in a low voice. ”

The wine and food that was sent up afterwards was also the taste of Bianliang, so that one by one felt that they were still in the Central Plains, and they talked about the past, and the monk laughed when he talked about the death of Du Jackal and others: "Gao Yu, that villain, thought that he could control everything, but he thought that Lan Daxia had already practiced the Taixuan Sutra." ”

"Taixuanjing. Wen Zhaoqing remembered where he had heard the Taixuan Sutra and said: "The Heavenly Master's Mansion is looking for Lan Daxia, and it is also for the Taixuan Sutra. That day, I heard my uncle mention in the mansion that the Dragon and Tiger Zhenren of the Heavenly Master's Mansion personally asked the local government and people from the One Qi Sect to inquire about the whereabouts of the Taixuan Sutra, and also invited high-ranking people from all over Henan to help inquire about the whereabouts of the scriptures. ”

Lan Bin retired in his prime, whether in the eyes of a good master or Wen Zhaoqing and others, Lan Bin should have found a place to cultivate after getting the Taixuan Sutra at that time, and now he has completed it, and he has reappeared in the rivers and lakes. Lan Bin went to Changbai Mountain to look for thousand-year-old ginseng, naturally to increase his strength, everyone was a little curious, how clever is Lan Bin's kung fu?

Lan Bin's internal strength is exquisite, and he can heal Dongfang Zang's internal injuries, but many masters in the rivers and lakes have cultivated their internal strength well, but their hands-on ability is not very good, because many moves need to be tempered in actual combat, and people who use moves need to have the intention of killing. The moves of Shaolin Temple are the most powerful proof, each move is only to submit the opponent and injure the opponent, so for hundreds of years, although the masters have continued, in the eyes of ordinary people are just smart, and so Jintai people perform Shaolin Kung Fu, with the killing style in the army, it is almost difficult to meet the enemy of a hundred moves.

Yes, the monk also wanted to know, and when he stepped forward to toast with a smile, he suddenly made a move, pointing at Yang Zhi's right arm; in Yang Zhi's eyes, the good monk's movements were far worse than Tonger's, and his speed and power were inferior. At the same time as the wine glass in his hand fell, Yang Zhishi showed his newly practiced point acupoint hand, his fingers were slightly curved, and he turned to the good monk from an unexpected angle.

However, Dongfang Zang can see that a good monk is a little disadvantaged in his moves, but the opponent is not skilled enough when changing moves, and a good monk can maintain the balance of power. Everyone was nervous. Yang Zhi took the opportunity of forcing the good monk back with one finger and waved his sleeves and said, "Master is good at kung fu." ”

The good monk laughed and said: "There is no vanity under the fame, the blue hero is really smart, with the help of the blue hero, we will be able to succeed." ”

Someone outside the house clapped his hands and said, "It's good that it came quickly, otherwise I missed a good show." Yes, congratulations on inviting such a hero from the Central Plains. ”

The person who came was in his forties, tall, gentle and elegant, he looked like a Han man, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, but the clothes on his body were rich and gorgeous, especially after the person entered the house, the monks and others showed a respectful look on their faces, and hurriedly saluted, and some people were a little frightened even when they breathed. Yang Zhi understood that the person who came was a big man, but he couldn't remember that Jin Guo had such a figure for a while.

Yang Zhi followed behind everyone and saluted, and after listening to the monk's title, he knew that the person who came was Wu Qimai, who was later Jin Taizong. After Wu begged to let everyone be exempted, he joked: "I was anxious to know about the situation of the Great Song Dynasty, so I took the liberty to disturb it, so I won't ruin everyone's drinking." ”

"How could it be. Not bad, the monk said casually: "The poor monk is preparing for the banquet and going to report to the prince, Yan Shun, the prince is here." Just report it and tell me what's interesting. ”

(End of chapter)