Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Wei Xiaobao held the single saber, walked thousands of miles on his feet, and swept towards the west.

He wanted to avoid the direction of travel of the Qing army, so he could not go directly north.

Just when Wei Xiaobao was walking away alone.

The three of them also stopped.

They are Ding Chunqiu, Hong Antong, and Jiumozhi.

"Strange, the lightness kung fu of this knife-handling man seems familiar." Ding Chunqiu said suspiciously.

Hong Antong also looked at Wei Xiaobao's leaving figure.

"Although the speed of this light work is not too fast, it also has its own characteristics and is suitable for long-distance travel." He said.

Jiumozhi knew a lot about the martial arts of the Central Plains martial arts.

Before he set foot in the Central Plains, he studied many martial arts cheats in the Central Plains.

"This is traveling alone." Jiumozhi said with certainty.

He recognized Wei Xiaobao's lightness kung fu.

"Walk alone?"

Ding Chunqiu and Hong Antong exclaimed.

"This is impossible." Ding Chunqiu said.

"Isn't Tian Boguang dead?" Hong Antong also continued.

They had been active in the Qing Dynasty before.

The Jin territory where the Hengshan School was located also belonged to the Qing Dynasty.

So for Tian Boguang's death.

They know it.

After all, he is also a famous flower picker.

But Jiumozhi didn't know.

"You said that Wanli Lonely Man Tian Boguang is dead?" Jiumozhi asked in bewilderment.

"Yes!" Ding Chunqiu nodded.

"Killed by Lin Pingzhi." Hong Antong echoed.

A gleam flashed in Jiumozhi's eyes.

"Let's go and see," he said.

Ding Chunqiu and Hong Antong were stunned.

"Master, aren't you going to Linzi City to recuperate?" Ding Chunqiu asked.

As they joined Mongolia, the title of Jiumozhi was changed from master to national teacher.

"It's okay, take care of yourself on the way!"

As Jiumozhi said, he galloped forward and chased in the direction Wei Xiaobao left.

Ding Chunqiu and Hong Antong looked at each other, feeling helpless.

But they did not dare to resist.

Can only follow up.

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Outside Jingyuan City.

Lin Pingzhi carried Shuang'er on his back.

Luo Bing followed behind.

Just like that, he swaggered to the gate of Jingyuan City.

The city guards of the Qing Dynasty are conducting routine inspections.

On the side bulletin board.

Post important notices.

Among them was Lin Pingzhi's arrest warrant.

"Engong, is that your arrest warrant?"

Luo Bing tugged at the corner of Lin Pingzhi's clothes, and cautiously pointed towards the bulletin board.

Lin Pingzhi followed what Luo Bing pointed at.

I saw so many notices on the bulletin board.

At a glance, he saw the arrest warrant for him who was nine-point handsome.

"It's not me." Lin Pingzhi said with a blank look.