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This delay was enough time for Guo Jing and his group to get far away.
Ji Boying did not intend to stay any longer.
This startled Ouyang Ke, and he drifted into the woods.
He bumped into Reverend Lingzhi.
The high-ranking Tantric monk was startled.
He dodged and ran.
He was not as cautious and agile as Liang Ziwen, nor did he cooperate as seamlessly as Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian.
He also lacked Ouyang Ke's good father.
They had no weapons.
After that fight, everyone jumped out.
It wouldn't look good for him to stay, and he wouldn't want to stay by Wanyan Honglie's side either.
If Ji Boying were to deal with Wanyan Honglie, and he was the only martial artist by his side, wouldn't he be the one targeted?
After several exchanges, they roughly figured out each other's strengths and weaknesses. Ji Boying's strength surpassed that of each of them. Moreover, he had high internal energy, varied swordsmanship style, no weaknesses, and could restrain almost everyone.
Unfortunately, this monk with the Great Mudra technique was no match for the combined attack of Liang Ziwen, Peng Lianhu, Ouyang Ke, and Sha Tongtian.
So I hide in the woods to catch fish, and if anyone asks, I tell them I've cut off their escape route.
Hey! Ji Boying flies around in the sky, how could it be cut off in the forest?
It was originally a foolproof plan, but now Ji Boying has suddenly appeared before us.
Reverend Lingzhi was so frightened that he turned and ran away.
Ji Boying sneered, thinking to himself: You're just unlucky.
With a light touch of the toes, it floats upwards.
Upon seeing Ji Boying charging towards him, the head monk hurriedly untied his cassock and threw it behind him.
With a flick of his wrist, Ji Boying tore the cassock to pieces, without slowing down in the slightest.
Seeing that danger was imminent, and realizing that the monk's Lightness Skill was really not worth mentioning, Peng Lianhu and the others did not dare to enter the forest easily.
Where is Reverend Lingzhi?
"The master blocked the thieves' retreat in the forest."
"What?"
Peng Lianhu and the others were greatly alarmed.
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, a scream rang out.
"Master!"
Everyone turned around in surprise.
Slightly hesitant, they nodded to each other and cautiously ventured into the woods.
After walking a few dozen steps, I didn't see anything unusual.
"Master? Reverend Lingzhi?"
Peng Lianhu shouted.
Only a few snowflakes on the branches in the forest were shaken off by the sound, and there was no reply.
Everyone was on tenterhooks and dared not be alone.
"Here!"
Liang Ziwen, with his sharp eyes, spotted a tattered piece of a cassock.
The group followed the direction and searched for several dozen more steps.
The tall monk lay on his back on the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with pain and fear.
There was some blood on the right side of his body, and his hand was severed at the root and fell five steps away.
He had nowhere to escape, and when he turned to fight back, his hand was severed by a sword.
He was then stabbed in the forehead with a sword.
"The Sword Qi entered his brain, turning it into mush."
Sha Tongtian was still shaken.
Apart from the external injury on his palm, Reverend Lingzhi only had a red mark between his eyebrows.
It was obvious that he had been stabbed between the eyebrows by a fast sword. The Sword Qi had damaged his brain. They didn't know if his skull had been pierced, but the back of his head was already limp and unusable.
"Take it back and report to the Prince."
Liang Ziwen and Sha Tongtian carried it, while Peng Lianhu held a hidden weapon on guard.
With his other hand, he reached into Reverend Lingzhi in front of the others, groped around for a while, and returned empty-handed.
After the group left the woods, soldiers took the body without saying a word.
Wanyan Honglie's feigned lament was utterly unbecoming of his usual self.
However, with Bao Xiruo's whereabouts unknown, he had no interest in playing the game of winning people's hearts.
I feel somewhat disdainful of these people in the world in front of me.
But Wanyan Honglie also knew that these people were considered experts even in the martial arts world.
They almost died at the hands of Qiu Chuji back then. That man was only slightly stronger than them. If they joined forces against the enemy, Qiu Chuji would not be able to act so arrogantly.
He's just unlucky now; some unknown expert has appeared out of nowhere and is making things difficult for him.
He glanced at Peng Lianhu and his group again.
These seasoned veterans might not be as skilled in martial arts as Ouyang Ke.
But he was a fearsome figure who had made his name in the martial arts world, far superior to someone like Ouyang Ke.
He usually looks so elegant, but now he's in such a sorry state.
None of them were a match for that person, so Peng Lianhu and his men became even more cautious.
This guy, on the other hand, is so scared he's completely disoriented and hasn't come to his senses yet.
I don't know why that little thief didn't kill him.
I heard that his uncle is even more skilled in martial arts and is known as one of the Five Greats of the Martial World. Is he afraid of this person?
If that's the case, then his uncle's kung fu skills must be terrifyingly high.
If we can recruit them to our cause, they will be a great asset, and we will have no worries about achieving great things.
I had to be patient for a while and offer him some words of comfort, asking him to ask his uncle to come out and support him.
Wanyan Honglie suppressed his displeasure. Although he greatly appreciated the role of martial arts masters here, the problem at hand remained unresolved.
The only option now is to mobilize a large army; it won't work with a small elite force.
However, mobilizing nearly ten thousand people was no small matter for Wanyan Honglie.
Let's wait and see...
They were people from the Song Dynasty. After returning to the south, given Xiruo's nostalgic nature, it's highly likely she will stay in Niujia Village.
At that time, the Song people will be under the control of the Song government, and I can get those Song officials to send people to me with just a letter!
This seemed to be the best solution, but Wanyan Honglie was unwilling to give up!
The thought of her son, whom she had raised for eighteen years, calling someone else "father," and the image of her beloved Xiruo lying in Yang Tiexin's arms, exuding charm and tenderness, filled her with a sense of peace and happiness.
Wanyan Honglie felt... he felt... as if his internal organs were about to burst!
"Your Prince, we have a lead!"
"What clue?"
Wanyan Honglie was overjoyed.
A cavalryman approached and offered a handkerchief.
It was the very same one that Yang Kang had taken off in anger in the city and tied around his waist.
"This is the direction! Immediately send my orders at top speed: set up roadblocks at government offices along the way and mobilize the surrounding garrisons to stop the bandits!"
Only Wanyan Honglie gave the order did he take the handkerchief in his hand.
"Why are you walking so slowly?"
Ji Boying frowned and floated down from the tree.
"Brother Ji, you're safe and sound!"
Guo Jing's worries vanished, replaced by joy, and he grinned broadly.
"You're not going to wait for me anymore, are you? You're not going to obey my orders?"
Guo Jing waved his hands repeatedly.
"Brother Ji, that's not how it is."
"Brother Ji, you've misunderstood." Wang Chuyi said, panting, also looking tired.
"Although we have a BMW here, we are just ordinary people. Our Lightness Skill are not as good as Brother Ji's, so we can't go far enough."
Yang Tiexin lowered his head in embarrassment.
Actually, it was him and Yang Kang who were holding things back.
Wang Chuyi was so tired because he used his Lightness Skill to carry them.
It took a lot of effort.
"There's no need to worry too much. Once we leave the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty, the world is vast and boundless. They won't have a good chance of finding us. At worst, we can just hide in the mountains and forests. With our martial arts skills protecting us, we'll be safe."
Wang Chuyi said leniently.