At that time, even Yunzhai had been motioned by Emperor Dasong, and Fu Zong, the traitor, led the creation of chaos and foreign invasion. In one fell swoop, Shaoshang Qi, the famous dragon, was also broken, and it was a great opportunity to get rid of him if he dared to walk along the border.

Cirrus yunying decided to attack alone, but it was almost successful. However, a traveling monk suddenly appeared and rescued Shaoshang Qi and hurt his left shoulder.
In the last three months, cirrus eagle tried his best to cure the left shoulder injury, which neither worsened nor healed, but it did not affect his kung fu performance, but made him less and less confident. He often couldn’t concentrate on being alone, and he was always distracted and wasted time.
So today, he chased Shen Hu Zen, but unconsciously, nonsense gave Shen Hu Zen a breathing space.
"So it turns out that Shen Hu Zen is said to be the brother of the lazy master Ye Ai Zen, and that old monk is Ye Ai Zen. It turns out that he planned this thing three months ago."
Cirrus finally figured it out and vomited a sigh of relief with trembling.
No wonder his talons appeared and he didn’t even notice the flaw. No wonder his left shoulder was just hit by that, and the injury would suddenly worsen. This is all premeditated.
Actually, he still thinks wrong.
Shen Hu Zen met his teacher two and a half months ago and listened to him talk about it. It was only one and a half months ago that he traveled to Suyang and moved the idea of assassinating the general of 8 Jin Army. This is a coincidence and it was later discovered to be profitable.
People who can really achieve things are often good at remembering every detail of their lives and then recalling them at the right time.
The three snakes finally untied the ten thin threads and changed hands to take out ten unpasteurized silver needles to prick the eagle’s body. He pretended to be a traveling doctor, but he really had superb medical skills, although he usually tortured the enemy and occasionally healed himself.
A few stitches managed to keep Cirrus Eagle’s left shoulder from getting worse and worse. Three snakes wiped their eyes. I don’t know if it was rain or cold sweat. "Are we still chasing?"
"Don’t chase nature, someone will deal with him." Cirrus Yunying pressed his left shoulder with his right hand and tried to take this opportunity to pull out this strange injury.
"Rezard and Bob?" Three snakes have a dry throat and cleared their throats. "How can they stop it?"
Two of the three Shekou songs are named Jiubingwei, and the other two are black-hearted scorpions and four unlike.
But he just said that these two men, the black-hearted scorpion and the four elephants, actually came from outside the temple. It seems that these two people have been hiding outside the temple for a long time, and they have seen what happened before, and their faces are still a little shocked.
"Of course, it’s not the two of them to intercept me. Although I don’t know what I will encounter today, I have a bad feeling in my heart. I ordered them not to make moves for the time being. In case of a fatal accident, it’s better to have them two Indiana Jones clear Shen Huchan …"
Juan Yunying sneered at his face with hatred and murder, mixed with an indescribable irony. "Of course, heroes in the Song Dynasty have poets to kill."
Boom!
There was a thunder outside at this time.
When the sun is shining in autumn, the thunder is ominous.
Four people in the ruined temple all smiled knowingly and happily, as if they had seen the white flash illuminate a hero’s body.
A leisurely sigh came slowly.
"Who? ! ！”
Cirrus eagle turns its head horribly.
Boom!
It’s another day outside. Lei Guang was laughing just now. Four villains were suddenly swallowed up by the darkness in the temple.
Chapter 139 Autumn rain dilute fold three swords
The rain in autumn is getting colder. Shen Hu Zen is running along the river bank in such a misty rain.
He walked quickly, steadily and lightly, even if he stepped on the ground where there was water, he wouldn’t make too much noise, and his footprints were not obvious. When he was hit by rain, he quickly mixed with the wet mud in other places and couldn’t see it.
That big sword has returned to its scabbard, and the only thing that makes him look brighter is the color of the knife light, so that when a person walks through the dense rain curtain, it is really like a tiger rushing through the valley in the night.
But his running speed is getting slower and slower.