Throwing into Tantra is a monk, and throwing into Zen Buddhism is also a monk, the son of a dignified emperor, why is this the end. Duanmu Zhaorong was a little unhappy in her heart, but she knew that Huangfu Jing naturally had some arrangements.

"Bai Xu can be favored by the two masters, it is really a blessing for his third life. Huangfu Jing replied, "However, he has been to the Yiyang Sect before, and I don't know if he has given him any promises, so I can't be sure yet." ”

Suddenly another Yang Sect popped up, and Wu Huixin thought that this matter should have been finalized a long time ago, why should he rob people now.

Maybe he felt Wuhui's thoughts, Fa Yin could only smile apologetically. How did he know that Huangfu Jing would make such a play, he took it for granted that Duanmu Xu would join the sect in the future, and it would naturally be Zen.

Guangde originally thought that he could find a good seedling for the sect, and he could also slightly dispel the guilt of dealing with Hui Ke and the others, but he never thought that everyone really wanted to grab the seedling.

Still Wuhui made a decision immediately, after all, he was the host of the Silver Buddha Temple, and of course he could make sense of those ancestors. He took out a simple jade pendant from his arms, with a faint Zen character pattern on it, and said, "If Bai Xu can pass the final assessment, this jade pendant will be given to him." ”

Fa Yin looked happy, but Guangde was quite depressed. He naturally recognized the extraordinaryness of this jade pendant, and anyone who held this jade pendant was a descendant of Zen Buddhism, and it may be the person in charge of Zen Buddhism in a few years.

Such a position is not something that Guangde can give, after all, he is also a loser in Tantra, but he doesn't want to give it up.

Guangde said, "Although I can't promise any status and future on behalf of the sect, if Bai Xu agrees to fight for Tantra once in the future, I will also promise to fight for him three times." ”

Huangfu Jing looked at the jade pendant in Wuhui's hand, and then at Master Guangde, as if he was thinking about whose proposal was more tempting. "The two masters are really sincere, and I thanked them for their kindness on behalf of Bai Xu. In fact, the two of them can wait until they meet him in person before making a decision. ”

Wuhui said, "Then I'll wait two more days." ”

Guangde naturally can't force it, and then look at the situation and strive for one or two.

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Duanmu Xu didn't know that there were so many people waiting for him in Xingshan Temple, and after separating from Pan Zihan, he rode westward. Leyouyuan is still marked on the map, so it is naturally easy to find. That Xingshan Temple has Wu Shangyuan's guidance, and he also remembered it in his heart.

Far away from the battlefield, away from many days of speculation, Duanmu Xu felt relaxed, and finally wanted to meet Uncle Huangfu.

This time in the army, not only saw the battle on the battlefield, but also experienced the battles between the military towns, as well as the invasion of the enemy country, in just a few months, he felt that compared with the Zhongshu Ling Mansion, it was really like a world away.

What he was thinking about was no longer how to cope with the food in the house, but his own cultivation and the changes in the world. He has more and farther things to see, bigger and harder things to do.

After dawn, he looked at the map, and he was not far from Leyouyuan.

Leyouyuan is not tall, but it is extremely wide. The gradually rising horizon stretched far away, but Duanmu Xu could not see the trace of the temple. He had to ride his horse and ride slowly in the direction pointed out by Wu Shangyuan.

Duanmu Xu thought back to the people he met along the way, Pan Zihan seemed to be a drunkard but extremely shrewd, remembering that he couldn't think of a good excuse to support the people of Huaishuo City at that time, or Pan Zihan skillfully asked Shi Jiwei to give the order. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his understanding of Pan Zihan was not deep. This person started from the invasion of the Golden Horde, and guessed its final destination according to the various movements of the Golden Horde, although it was a bit repetitive, but in the end, he was the only one in the entire Huaishuo army who followed closely to this Bowang Peak. This person is by no means simple, and the big head is really useful.

Compared with Pan Zihan, Shi Jiwei, Duanmu Xu has not had a lot of contact, and the overall impression is that this person has his own rules and regulations for leading troops, and he is not a brave and unscrupulous person. Huaishuo's loss is actually not his dereliction of duty. This reminded Duanmu Xu of Darhan, who might have been buried at Bowang Peak. From the deliberate invasion of this person, there are both internal and external cooperation, as well as sound attacks from east to west, and then to various obstacles on the way to the march, all of which are planned seamlessly.

Shi Jiwei was defeated by Darhan, and who was Darhan defeated? He believed that in the final analysis, he was defeated by Uncle Huangfu.

In addition to thinking about these things related to this experience, he also unconsciously thought of the rain that night, the small boat, and of course, the people on board.

He shouldn't have thought about that. After all, she is the daughter of the enemy. Even if he didn't blame her, when he was going to have a showdown with Zhao Tianyin, although it was far from that time, if she wanted to avenge her father, how would he choose.

Is it true that he is not a person who does great things? Duanmu Xu even doubted himself a little. How could he have this or that thought about the enemy's daughter? He still thought about whether or not to mention this matter to Uncle Huangfu, but he immediately extinguished this thought in his heart. Uncle Huangfu must not know about this matter, otherwise with Uncle Huangfu's decision, he may do something to her.

With a little annoyance, Duanmu Xu had already come to the Leyou Plain. In fact, there are also undulating hills on the Pleasure Plain, although not high, but enough to block the view.

Fortunately, with Wu Shangyuan's guidance, Duanmu Xu knew that after crossing seven or eight hills, he should almost reach Xingshan Temple.

A man and a horse seemed a little lonely on this mountain plain, except for the sound of the horses' hooves beneath them, the occasional sound of birds and the wind blowing, no, there were other sounds, which were the sound of breathing, the breathing of people.

Duanmu Xu turned his head to look at the mound not far away, and among the weeds, there was a faint person.

He immediately raised his vigilance, reined in the reins of his horse, and just stared at the grass, pressing his hand on the hilt of the Xinmu Sword, which was given to him by Zhao Luojia before leaving.

Even the horses felt a little uneasy, and the horses' feet kicked wildly on the ground, and if it weren't for Duanmu Xu pulling the reins tightly, they might have fled far away at this time.

Duanmu Xu didn't want to pull the horse, but unfortunately he couldn't be distracted at this time, so he pulled the reins with one hand and held the hilt of the sword with the other, as if there was not a person in the grass, but a beast, no, more powerful than a beast.

After all, the horse couldn't stand it, and with a long roar, he was about to spread his hooves and flee, Duanmu Xu's whole person rose into the air, and the sword was out of its sheath and slashed at the flying blades of grass. The sword slashed at the blades of grass more resolutely than the arrows on the battlefield.

By the time Duanmu Xu stood on the ground, he had already swung a full twenty swords, each of which slashed at the blades of grass that flew in front of him.

The blades of grass shattered on the ground were inconspicuous, but Duanmu Xu's arms were slightly numb. It is not easy to deal with blades of grass, unlike those arrows shot on the battlefield, there are always certain marks in the air, and when judged correctly, they can be easily avoided. This is not the case with these blades of grass.

The arrows left the bow and crossbow, and the blades of grass could change direction at any time while they were in the air. Duanmu Xu has to face a blade of grass that can change direction at any time and is more lethal than an arrow.

Not only was his arm numb, but even his forehead began to ooze sweat, Duanmu Xu, whose feet were already standing on the ground, did not relax at all, and the sword in his hand was also held tighter.

Sure enough, the blades of grass struck again.

The sword light is like practice, and the leaf is like crumbs.

Duanmu Xu also took the opportunity to move two steps forward, if he could fight hand-to-hand, he believed that his chances of victory were greater, at least much better than being passively beaten.

When the blade of grass was shot down again, Duanmu Xu took two more steps forward, and could clearly see the person sitting in the grass, a monk, whose eyes were fixed on him at this time. I don't know why, my face is pale, but it still gives a powerful feeling.

The sword in Duanmu Xu's hand was held tighter, and his eyes were deliberately exploring the ground, thinking that after breaking through the blade of grass again, he would definitely try to fight back.

However, this time the other party did not attack again, but spoke, "Heaven has the virtue of good life, and this seat is not difficult for you, you can leave the horses and leave by yourself." ”

The other party's voice was a little hoarse, but it was obviously the tone of the superior.

If he was still the kitchen guy who worked in the Zhongshu Ling Mansion at the beginning, Duanmu Xu might still be bluffed away by such words, but now it is different, not only because of cultivation, but also because of the courage to experience life and death.

"Naturally, my horses are not given away to others, and I will give them back to my face. As soon as the words fell, the Xinmu Sword in Duanmu Xu's hand flicked down, and swept a stone impartially.

When the blade of grass struck again, the stone flew away.