Chapter 265 Where Is the Tongpan From?

In the forest beside the pipeline outside Bianzhou City, as the lotus flowers bloomed, the golden light on the body of Wusheng Old Mother gradually covered her whole body.

Her face was still calm, her toes stepped on Rongjie's head, and her eyelids drooped until they slowly closed.

Seeing that she was still indifferent, the archer on the tree hurriedly shouted: "Old mother, run!"

Although this move was the first time he had seen it, and he didn't know the origin and power, but judging from the posture of Rongjie fighting for his life, it should not be simple. At such a close distance, I'm afraid he will die without a complete body!

But Wusheng Old Mother remained calm, raised her hand and waved at the archer, signaling him to leave quickly. Afraid that the archer didn't understand the meaning, she also reminded him: "Boy, stay away, don't hurt you by mistake. I'm going to have fun with this old monk today."

Rongjie, who was half-buried in the ground, had long been conscious. Not to mention hearing their conversation, he couldn't even open his eyes. But his hands were still tightly holding the ankles of the Mother of No Life, without any sign of loosening.

He was determined to die and wanted to die together.

Seeing that Rong Jie refused to let go, the Mother of No Life simply stopped moving. She lowered her head and looked at Rong Jie lying on the ground quietly.

She sighed: "In terms of cultivation, you are not as good as Rong Hai. But in terms of Buddhism, you are much higher than Rong Hai. The road to hell is long, walk slowly."

"I will remember you, kid..."

As the voice of the Mother of No Life fell, the golden light suddenly disappeared, and then lit up in the blink of an eye, like a firefly at night, flashing, flashing.

"Boom..."

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of explosions when the true qi collided rang out one after another. The archer who ran a distance heard the sound and panicked.

Standing so far away, he could still feel the power contained in it. Being in it, the pressure can be imagined. Mother, can you survive it?

Difficult! This was the only thought in his heart. Although the old mother was an old junior master, this kind of move of dying together, and at such a close distance...

"Alas..." The archer's eyes were solemn.

Staring at the rising smoke, his heart had sunk to the valley. Unfortunately, the smoke and dust were rolling, and he couldn't see the situation inside at all.

The more he looked, the more anxious he became. His true energy gradually circulated. Whether he was dead or alive, he had to see it with his own eyes. The foot changed, and just as he was about to rush out, a dry palm fell on his shoulder.

"Boy, what's wrong? Don't you trust the old mother?"

The hoarse voice came into his ears, and the solemnity in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by surprise, astonishment and joy.

Turning his head to look, who else was it but the Wusheng Old Mother?

"Old mother! You are really, powerful!" Because of excitement, his voice was a little trembling.

For the flattery of the archer, the Wusheng Old Mother accepted it all. Gently brushing off the dust on her body, she smiled triumphantly and said contemptuously: "I have fought with these old bald donkeys for my whole life, and I know their tricks very well!"

"Buddha's Kingdom is blooming, haha. If Rong Hai uses this trick, I am not sure, but his Rong Jie... is not qualified!"

The old mother of Wusheng put her hands behind her back and lowered her eyes. Her tone was calm and warm, making people feel like being bathed in spring breeze, but the pride in it was beyond words.

The archer clapped his hands, smiled and complimented: "The old mother is really amazing! This calmness, the boy will never learn it in his whole life!"

Good boy! The corners of the old mother of Wusheng's mouth rose slightly. She was naturally happy to be flattered by a junior, but there was no trace of joy on her face, and she was still neither happy nor sad.

Patting his shoulder, she smiled and said, "Go and finish it. There's no need to deal with the body. Move lightly. I'm old and tired when I move. I want to go back to sleep."

"Okay, mother, you take a rest. I'll be back soon!"

...

On the ship on the river, Zhao Jue sat with his back against the railing. The river breeze blew over his face with water vapor, and it felt cool and refreshing.

Zhuque put the freshly brewed hot tea next to him in a bad mood, kicked him twice in a bad mood, and said, "Hey, the tea you want, drink it while it's hot! It's so hot that you'll die."

All the way, Zhao Jue relied on her injury and almost treated her like a maid. She made tea and added water, which made her dizzy.

But she had no choice. If she wanted to hit him, she didn't dare to do it because she was injured. If she wanted to scold him, Zhao Jue would just close her eyes and pretend not to hear it. When she couldn't scold him anymore, she would point out where she scolded badly.

The main point is shamelessness.

After a few days, she didn't get any benefits, but she was very angry. She had to curse from time to time to relieve the psychological pressure.

"Well, okay, it's scalding me to death." She took a sip of the teacup leisurely, and echoed faintly.

She didn't even lift her eyelids during the whole process. Zhuque sat down with gritted teeth, and the ups and downs of the magnificent place, just lay down and ruined it.

"Wow, Bai, Da!"

"I... Nima!"

"What are you talking about?" Zhao explained guiltily, and turned to ask the boatman, "When can we reach Chuzhou?"

The boatman calculated silently in his mind and replied with a smile: "Sir, at the latest today at 11:00 p.m. If it's fast, it will be almost at the end of 11:00 p.m."

Zhao nodded thoughtfully and said, "Good, great, we're finally there."

Then he turned to ask Zhuque: "What? Are you angry?"

"No, I'm just thinking about where to bury the body."

When it got dark, the light of lanterns could be vaguely seen in the distance. Zhao let out a long breath, stood up and kicked Zhuque's feet.

He reminded softly: "We are almost in Chuzhou. Get up and call Bai Hu. I don't know how drunk that Jiu Mengzi is."

"Don't worry, he can drink well."

When the boat docked, the Chuzhou magistrate, Tongzhi and Tongpan were already waiting at the ferry with a few government officials.

As soon as the boat stopped, the prefect came forward to help him and greeted him with a smile: "Master Zhao, we calculated the time and we will arrive at the shore at about this time, so I took it upon myself to bring my colleagues to greet you."

"Well, it's good, it's very good! You don't need to look at Chuzhou to know that it is well governed!" Zhao would certainly not put on airs or lose face when others were polite.

He stepped off the boat, looked around, and couldn't wait to ask: "How is the matter in the official warehouse?"

The prefect hurriedly waved to the magistrate to come over. The magistrate took a few steps forward and reported with a smile: "Sir, the government officials and others who are in charge of the official warehouse have been personally interrogated by my subordinates the day before yesterday. It is true that someone set the fire, and the government officials all saw it."

After hearing this, Zhao did not answer, but asked: "Are you the general magistrate of Chuzhou?"

"yes!"

Zhao then asked: "Where is Tongpan from?"

Tongpan looked puzzled, but he still answered frankly: "Sir, I am from Jinguancheng in Shu."

"Jinguancheng..." Zhao raised his eyebrows, stared into his eyes, and cursed: "Hamapi, I am selling batches!"