Wedge Three: Fifteen Years of Crazy Fame[1]

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One person folds his hands together, and the other puts his hands behind his waist.

The one with his hands folded was a monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the man in white with his hands behind his waist was a man in white with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

The monk was very old, with white beard and white eyebrows, although his body was tall, he was awe-inspiring but he was already slightly rickety; the man in white was very young, with black hair and beard, and his body was extremely long, and his face and body were faintly full of evil spirit.

There were seven people behind the monk, all wearing Taoist robes, but a few Taoist robes were broken, and a few long swords were broken, and some were stained with a little blood on their fronts. No one would have imagined that the seven of them would be the world-famous Wudang faction, and one of them was the head of the sect, and his skills were the best in martial arts. Behind the man in white was a large group of black people, including chivalrous warriors, righteous soldiers, officers and soldiers, and horse thieves, all of which were prepared. But they were all silent, looking at the man in white from a distance, and no one dared to speak, just watched.

The monk pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

The man in white snorted coldly, and the phoenix eyes gently swept behind him, and the group of people were all startled, and they all took a step back.

An old Taoist priest coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "There is Master Lao!" After speaking, he looked at the other Taoist priests and sighed: "I don't want my seven brothers and sisters to set up the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation handed down by the Sanfeng Patriarch, but they can't fight a Chongxiao!

The crowd bowed their heads one after another, and the color of anger overflowed. When the old monk saw it, his face was unbearable, and he sighed and said: "Success or failure is as idle, scattered as clouds and smoke." Once you are famous, you will definitely disperse, Brother Dao is like this, isn't it too obsessed?" When the old Taoist heard this, he suddenly felt quite enlightened and stopped talking.

"Hmph!" the man in white sneered, as if he was mocking the monk's words. The old monk looked at him slowly and said lightly: "The donor's martial arts are superb, but the evil spirit is too heavy. He paused, and when he saw that the man in white looked as usual, he said slowly: "The anger is heavy, the killing is heavier, the evil spirit is heavy, the fewer people know, the four characters of the lonely high and the fierce, should be like Your Excellency." ”

"If the old monk wants to preach, it seems that he has found the wrong person. The man in white replied with his usual sneer, and then walked forward, as if to leave.

"Master, this demon Chongxiao killed my eldest brother, I can't let him go like this!" "Master, it's time to correct this Chongxiao dog thief on the spot!" "Master, you can't let this dog thief go!" "With you in charge of the overall situation here, everyone is on the same page, are you afraid that you can't split the body of this dog thief?" "Everyone side by side!" The crowd behind the man in white suddenly boiled for some reason.

The man in white laughed: "If there is a kind, come to take revenge, what is the noise just there, if you want to kill me Chongxiao, let the horse come over now!" The man just wanted to scold, but found that he couldn't make any sound, pinched his throat with both hands, and a puddle of blood spurted out, and the person fell back and died.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and a few people rushed towards it with enthusiasm, but many more retreated.

The man in white sneered, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, and it turned out to be the old monk who made a move. He turned the jade flute upside down with his right hand and slashed it radially towards the monk's throat. The monk frowned, waved his left sleeve, and immediately wanted to involve the opponent's jade flute, the man in white shouted hello, closed the flute palm, kicked the chain with his legs, forced the monk away, and then the jade flute attacked again.

But in an instant, the two of them had dismantled more than ten moves, and others saw a yellow shadow and a white shadow entangled, sometimes and sometimes together, and they couldn't see their moves clearly.

Time seems to be frozen in that moment, and it seems like a thousand years are all in an instant.

Just as everyone was dizzy, there was a "bang!", and the two separated again. The contempt on the face of the man in white was gone, and there was a bit of admiration in his expression. And the monk still folded his hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"The old monk is really strong in martial arts, and he has a hundred tricks, but Chong can't take advantage of it. The man in white said.

The monk sighed: "The donor's martial arts come from the way of heaven, no wonder there is no resistance in the world." It's a fluke that the old man took a hundred tricks. ”

"Hmph. The man in white said: "The old monk doesn't have to be arrogant, if anyone can stop Chongxiao, it must be the monk you." You and I will divide the victory and defeat, and it will take a thousand moves. Hmph, but unfortunately not today. ”

"Oh?" the monk asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The man in white said lightly: "After a thousand moves, you will not only win or lose, but also judge life and death." He paused, and then said: "It's a pity that Chong still has something to do, and he can't give up his life to accompany the gentleman." When Chong is done, he will find a monk again, and then he might as well have a good fight. After saying that, he smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth, his body shook slightly, and he jumped on the roof and disappeared without a trace.

"Alas. I heard the monk sigh and say, "Why is the donor doing this?"

[1] From the late Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen's "Mangan", the full poem is as follows:

"The military plan of the Jedi is confused, and the southeast is full of hatred. A flute and a sword level business, and he has been famous for 15 years. ”;