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Although his schemes had been exposed and he had lost a formidable opponent, it was still not easy for him to escape from the Seamstress gang.

The men of the Sailor's Gang were all injured, and their lives were in danger. How could they have the strength to fight in a chaotic battle? Because the disciples of the Treasure House were despised by their masters, they had no face at all. In their hearts, they were ruthless and killed as soon as they saw anyone. Although their martial arts weren't very high, the power of their rage had increased by quite a bit. He Chuan intentionally let Liu Er go because he wanted to make things difficult for Shaolin, but he didn't stop them. Huai Ru, Leaf Boat, and the Black and White Ghosts were fighting against He Chuan. Since he had no intention of harming anyone, He Chuan could deal with them all by himself.

The four monks escorted Zhang Youji, doing their best to run forward. How could the remaining people be a match for the four monks? However, the four monks wanted to force back others, so they did not attack and instead attacked more and more people. Zhang Ye was able to operate the Loach Oil Art with ease, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was worried that Liu'er would fall off while he was dodging; therefore, he was no longer as nimble as before.

The four monks saw that there were no longer many people blocking them, and worried about Huai Ru who was trapped in the middle of the lake, so they said with intelligence: "Sir, we will guard the entrance here, and will not let anyone through! "Please head towards the Shaolin as soon as possible, we will be back shortly!" With that said, all of them held sticks in their hands and stood with their backs against the door, shouting in unison, "Amitabha!" The voices of these four people were like a thunderclap. They stood tall and straight, calmly facing the dozens of people chasing after them like the four great King Kong.

Yu Ren was shocked as he said in his heart, "The monks of Shaolin are fearless in the face of danger, as steady as a rock. They really live up to their reputation!"

Zhi Kong clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha! All the benefactors, Buddha can do good, but he can also do evil. Why do you all insist on taking the life of that young benefactor? " Someone in the crowd said, "The Buddha has a fated person! "This little scoundrel has committed many evil deeds, and has no fate with Buddha, so how could he have gotten away with it?" "We are not people who have achieved enlightenment in the Dao. If we don't want to convert him, we can only kill him to ease our minds!" That's right! "Tathagata is still roaring like a lion, how can our anger be quelled!"

Zhi Wei heard the words of the crowd and knew that persuasion was useless. He took a step forward and coldly said: "Shaolin monk, listen to my orders! "Set up the formation!" The four of them did not speak any further. They held long staves in their hands, and the four corners of their staves were scattered as they danced in unison, creating whistling sounds. When the crowd saw that the four of them were performing their pole techniques in an orderly fashion and had gathered together like a clone, they all became slightly fearful. With a "pa" sound, the four people smashed their long sticks on the ground, followed by a gust of wind, they said in unison: "Shaolin Arhat techniques, please enlighten me!" A person from the crowd shouted, "Shaolin Temple is helping the wicked! Let's go all out!" The rest of the people shouted and rushed forward.

Zhang Jiu You carried Liu'er on his back as he rushed out of the manor gate. Hearing the shouts of slaughter behind him, he could not help but feel a chill on his back as he muttered to himself, "Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships. There has always been a dilemma between good and evil!" Looking back at the unconscious Liu'er, he sighed and said, "Little Hero, if you knew that good and evil are only for a moment, you wouldn't be so persistent and end up like this." He sighed many times, but his footsteps were not slow either. The people in the manor were all stopped by Shaolin monks, not a single one escaped. Zhang Jiuyou no longer operated his martial arts to dodge, saving a lot of strength. In addition, the Treasure House was halfway down the mountain, and they descended even faster. Before long, the two of them disappeared into the winding mountain road.

After a long time, Zhang and Fu finally arrived at the city. The people in the city saw that the two were covered in blood and that they didn't want to die. They were afraid that they would get into trouble, so none of them came to help. Instead, they hid far away. Zhang Jiu You called a few "old folks" a few times, but the rest of the people turned a deaf ear. Zhang Wei shook his head dejectedly and muttered to himself: "Sighing at the warmth of the world, remembering human emotions, begging for help, no one listens! Wuu! Only gold and silver are worthy of respect! " When Yu Ren heard this, his face turned red, but he still lowered his head and walked quickly away. No one came forward to question him.

After half a day of walking, it was already dusk and he had left the city early. It was the middle of summer, and Zhang had spent the entire day in a state of hunger and thirst. The two of them found a small river outside the city. Zhang Jiu Han placed Liu'er by the river, and Liu'er groaned in pain. Zhang Xin secretly thought, "He must be hungry like me!" He then looked at Liu'er's broken left wrist and cried out, trying to find a branch to fix it for him. However, there was not even a single tree by the river. There were only weeds, so where would the branches come from?

Zhang Dan pulled out the folding fan at his waist. One of the bones had fallen off and was still swaying. Zhang Dan wanted to break a fan bone, but his heart ached. "There are no branches in this place, so there must be one up ahead. Otherwise, how could I treat it again?" Looking at Liu'er's painful expression, he could not help but say: "Little Hero, this poor Elementary Scholar's fan is worth a whole city. Once you've recovered, you will have to compensate me!" With that, he held the fan with three fingers and broke it into three pieces.

Zhang Xin felt his heart ache. He kept on crying out, as if his arm was broken. After he tore off a few pieces of Liu'er's clothes, he fixed the three pieces of bone under his fingers before heading to the river to drink. He had a hearty drink. He then wiped off the blood on his white shirt, then poured water on Liu'er's face. It was as if he was venting his anger.

Liu'er gave the water a spurt, coughed a few times, and slowly woke up. Seeing that the stars in the sky had disappeared, the sounds of killing in his ears also disappeared. He asked softly, "Zhang Xiushan..." Where are we... Shaolin... The temple? " Zhang Ye said, "There's still a long way to go! Are you awake? Can you walk on your own? Go by yourself! The poor Elementary Scholars do not want to go to Shaolin. Liu'er had never wanted to go to Shaolin Temple, and he and Zhang Fangyou had only met twice, so she didn't want to bother him. She wanted to prop herself up, but how could she stand up?

Zhang Xin sighed, "Sigh! Save him to the end, send him to hell! This poor Elementary Scholar will accompany you on your journey! " The two of them rested by the river for a while before the sound of insects began to ring out. Zhang Jiu said, "It looks like we are going to sleep in the forest today!" As he spoke, he picked up the six children and began to search for a path.

The two walked and stopped on the road. If they were tired, they would sit down and rest. If they were tired, they would lie on the ground and sleep. Strangely, there was always a way to catch fish, frogs, birds and, for the past few days, it was more comfortable to eat than sleeping. The Shaolin monks also did not know the reason why they had not caught up to him.

Like this, tens of days passed, and the two of them arrived at a large mountain. Zhang Youji told Liu'er to rest where she was, so he went to find something to eat.

Liu'er's injuries had gradually improved. Because his meridians had opened up, the yang energy was circulating in the meridians, and the yin energy was sinking into his dantian. As long as he didn't use any inner strength, the two flows of true qi would no longer collide with each other, and he would be able to move freely. But because of this, even if he had two meridians true qi and could not use it, he would still be like a cripple. The pain of his wrist being cut off did not lessen, and he had lost too much blood. His face was pale, and he no longer had the heroic spirit that he had before.

Liu'er hid in the shade, quietly waiting for Zhang Jiu Zhi, thinking to herself, "The heaven and earth are still fair, I'm a beggar anyway, what kind of hero would I want to be for no reason at all?" In his current state, he was no better than the little beggar child from before. The heavens wanted you to be a beggar, but you refused to listen. Wasn't this defying the heavens' will? This is retribution, right? "

Liu'er smiled bitterly as she let her imagination run wild. Suddenly, he heard a girl's clear voice not far away shout, "Why are you so stupid!?" Brother Wang caught a few wild pigeons, but you only brought two little sparrows! " Liu'er was shocked. "This voice sounds so familiar!" He looked into the distance a few times and saw that Zhang Ye was nowhere to be seen. After he got annoyed from waiting, he wanted to check it out.