Fu Jingtao walked out of the government office alone, looking at the unfamiliar and prosperous ancient city in front of him, and his heart was confused. The city has a population of hundreds of thousands, and there are countless business trips every day. To find Zhao Yanrong who is disguised and invisible, it is simply a needle in a haystack. Where should we start?

The only thing that is thankful is that it is not easy for Liu Qingyi to find her.

Both sides have to compete for the speed of finding people, but also for luck.

Fu Jingtao returned to the inn worriedly, and hesitated about his next whereabouts. Yin Lianlian, who had been monitoring the inn, saw him coming back and hurriedly said, "Young Master, there are about ten people in Shushan Jianmen and his group. They just left the gate together, and I don't know where to go."

"What does the disciples in Shushan want to do? Could it be related to the assassination of the secret envoy last night?"

Fu Jingtao pondered for a moment and said decisively: "Let's follow and take a look."

The sea of ​​people is vast, looking for Zhao Yanrong like a headless fly, but she can't find her shadow even if she runs off her legs, which is meaningless. What's more, you have to be on guard against Liu Qingyi, who is omnipresent and cannot borrow the power of the local gang with great fanfare. Liu Qingyi is a local emperor in Hanzhong. Who dares not buy his face from black and white? Fu Jingtaoru asked people in the martial arts world for help. In less than half an hour, he was surrounded and arrested by the imperial guards.

The disciples of Shushan would not make a big move for no reason, so something big must have happened nearby. With Zhao Yanrong's personality of being playful and curious, maybe she would join in the fun and show her face. If she waited for the rabbit, the probability of finding her was much better than running around.

The crowds in the city were blocked, and the Shushan team was very eye-catching. After asking passers-by, they learned where they were going. Fu Jingtao drove a donkey cart to chase them, crossing the streets and alleys, and finally arrived at the willow trees and the sparkling horse drinking pool.

According to legend, when Liu Bang was stationed in Hanzhong, he dug a pool to provide water for war horses to drink. The water was clear and surrounded by green trees, and it was also called "East Lake". There are three pavilions in the southeast corner of the pool, with beautiful shapes and glazed tiles. The shadow of the pavilion is reflected in the water, forming a moving picture. A little further away, there is a seven-story stone pagoda. Under the tower was originally a temple, but no monks are presided over the cleaning. The huge temple is full of dilapidated and depressed from a distance.

Walking along the T-line Street to the Yinmachi Pond, there were crowds of pedestrians. The streets were filled with various vendors, including fried rice dumplings, fried rice noodles, fried small fish, fried sheep white intestines, spicy radish, lychee paste, chicken skin squid, dried fruit, sour papaya, etc. Many scholars, business trips, women and young children who came to the Yinmachi Pond to enjoy the food on the roadside, talking and laughing.

Fu Jingtao's heart moved, and Zhao Yanrong also liked to taste special snacks! He hurriedly widened his eyes and searched everywhere, but he found nothing when he saw the pain in his eyelids.

I saw Shushan and his party bypassing the horse-drinking pond, walking hundreds of steps forward, and coming to the ruined temple.

There are few people here. The mountain gate is damaged and the walls are covered with wild grass and vines. No one has cleaned them up for at least five or six years. Walking into the gate, there are more than a hundred rich men from the martial arts world, with clothes and weapons under the stone tower, with different appearances. Most of them look serious and the atmosphere at the scene is quite solemn. In the middle of the venue, there are two people competing for fist and foot skills. They are coming and going, and the energy is colliding, shouting, and the sound of fist and foot collisions are intertwined, which is thrilling.

The Shushan troop was headed by Meng Baiyi. He was very famous and caused a commotion among the crowd as soon as he appeared. "Shushan Sword Gate is also here!" "It's Meng Baiyi!" The crowd immediately cracked a passage, allowing Shushan disciples to go straight to the core.

At the core of the inner circle, there are more than ten white Taoist heroes to the east, among which is Hu Zhijun, the elder of Xuanyuan Inner Sect. Ye Huayu, who is as white as snow, stood behind him with a jealous face that is calm and peaceful. From a distance, he looks like a peerless sword, proud and lofty, cold and extraordinary.

The confrontation with the Bai Dao group heroes was a group of ferocious men, headed by Mo Li and a man who was like a mad lion. Mo Li was majestic, with a copper arm and an iron fist, rough and domineering, and looked down on him. The man standing with him was tall and strong, with curly black hair, a lion's nose, and a nine-ring thick-backed sword in his hand. He was extremely powerful. When Mo Li saw Meng Baiyi appear, he couldn't help but frown, revealing a sense of alertness.

The Seven Swords of Shushan are famous all over the world. The number one ranks Monsoon Lei is named "Shushan Sword Immortal". He is known as the world together with the Sword Emperor Jiang Lie. He is the two recognized masters of swords in the world today. Meng Baiyi ranks third among the Seven Swords and is nicknamed "Nine Swords Madman". According to legend, he can control the Nine Swords with all his heart. He is uncontrollable when he goes crazy. He has killed many evil and barbaric people. He suddenly leads people to come, not only for the purpose of watching the fun.

With the addition of Shushan disciples, the atmosphere on the scene changed.

At this time, Fu Jingtao and Yin Lianlian, who was covered with gauze, rushed to the ruined temple and quietly approached the outside of the crowd. Fu Jingtao poked the man in front of him and asked with a smile: "Brother, what are so many people crowding here? Is the battle between good and evil?"

The man was impatient at first, and suddenly felt that there was a ingot of gold sinking into his palm. His expression suddenly became amiable and said in a low voice: "It is rumored that there are treasures next to the drinking horse pool. After the expert's guidance, everyone finally found that the seven-story stone tower in Xiaolin Temple was leaked. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the thief of the Demon Cult thrust into the leg and wanted to grab the hidden treasures in the tower. The two sides were quarreling, and they only scored the winning or losing. Which side won seven games and entered the tower to search for treasures first. Just now, the Demon Cult won three wins and one loss, and now the fifth formation is being compared. I think the situation is not good!"

"The treasure appears?" Fu Jingtao was full of doubts. News of the treasure suddenly appeared in the palace. It was neither too early nor too late. Is it just a coincidence? Could it be that there was another hidden story?

If he remembered correctly, the ancients were particularly keen on using this kind of gimmick of "auspicious auspiciousness from heaven" and "treasures appear in the world", pretending to be a ghost and fooling the people. Liu Qingyi originally planned to launch a military rebellion in the near future. Could it be that he deliberately made a trick to put a mysterious color on his behavior? In history, many people had to play this trick before raising the flag. For example, when Chen Sheng and Wu Guang resisted the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, they used the method of "fish belly and elixir of bonfire and foxes" to create public opinion.

However, Liu Qingyi's methods were slightly flawed and he failed to control the scope of the spread of good news, which attracted the competition for experts such as Xuanyuan Gate, Shushan Sword Gate, and the Demon Cult.

Suddenly, a muffled sound was heard in the scene, and the figures separated backwards. One of them spewed out blood in the back, with a face like gold paper, and clearly suffered a great loss when they were fighting. His opponent was a short-sized and fierce man with a thin and fierce figure, and he sneered: "The Five Elements and Baguazhang is just like this!"

Mo Li laughed: "Heroes, you guys lost again in the fifth formation! I don't think there is any need to compete again in the future, right? Everyone just clicked until they were done, and their faces were not ugly."

The heroes looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!