"Song Zheng Song Zheng, look, there are a lot of swords! There are so many swords flying in the sky! Xuankong held the bowl and shouted excitedly.

"What a mess," Song Zheng yawned, got up impatiently, and gave Xuankong who was screaming outside the house in a daze, "Sword you big ......"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he stared at the sky in a daze, staring at the sword that stabbed straight to the east.

Dense shadows of swords spread across the sky. Among them, there are famous swords in the rivers and lakes with fine workmanship, as well as shoddy rural iron swords, noble swords like the twenty-eight little lady, and broken swords in the market like the old man in the twilight...... All kinds of swords are mixed together, how can there be a difference between high and low on weekdays? A sword sword struck eastward like a desperate one, and the sky was full of sword shadows, and it seemed that even the gods and Buddhas in the sky couldn't do anything about it!

The momentum is magnificent, and the shock is extreme.

But Song Zheng frowned a little absurdly, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that these swords were like a group of mad dogs who were forced to turn red, regardless of it, his heart was unfair, and he wanted to go to the east to bite off a piece of meat.

"Song Zheng," Xuankong tugged at his sleeve, "Why do I think these swords are dead......

Song Zheng looked down at the puzzled Xuankong in surprise, touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "I'm not a martial artist, how can I know these ways?" Your wisdom is high, maybe, that's what you see......"

The courtyard door was open, and you could see that Xiangyang's martial arts people were on the street one after another, talking to each other.

"Eh, Brother Liu, look at this battle, it is estimated which grandmaster is competing! But ah, I think I saw it somewhere when I was a kid. ”

"Perhaps. Liu boy, do you know it, a few decades ago, on the rivers and lakes, there was a person who also made this move, at that time, all the eyes of the rivers and lakes were all in him, but he was majestic, and even those women who were above the top looked straight. The old man surnamed Liu narrowed his eyes and looked stunned.

"There really is!" The young man surnamed Liu shouted excitedly, causing the people around him to look at him with some curiosity. When the kid surnamed Liu saw this scene, he was beaming, as if he was the most popular figure in the rivers and lakes at the beginning.

He deliberately raised his voice and asked, "Then which senior in the rivers and lakes is he?" What about people now? ”

The old man surnamed Liu shook his head, "I don't know where he is, I only know that his surname is Jiang, his name is Jiang Dongliu, and he is the second biggest person on the Grandmaster List." ”

"Cut," a young man who looked like a son of a family walked over, "surnamed Liu, do you really believe these old immortal nonsense?" It's still a question whether Jiangdong Liucun exists or not! ”

The young man surnamed Liu had very good eyesight, and when he saw the good sword on the waist of this young brother, he knew that it was a commodity that he couldn't afford in his life, so he hurriedly gave way and smiled. And the old man Liu was a little blind, and reprimanded the boy sternly: "What are you talking nonsense, Jiang Dongliu is the second best master in the world, and he is the patron saint of our Dongwu rivers and lakes!" Didn't your elders tell you? How they educated you! ”

"Hey, old man, don't be embarrassed. What Jiangdongliu Lao Tzu has never heard, you say Jiangdongliu is here? Yes! Then where do you say that Jiangdongliu people are now? If you call him out now, Lao Tzu will kneel down and apologize to you in front of so many heroes and heroes! If you don't ......" The boy slapped Old Man Liu's face with his sword and smiled grimly.

Old man Liu's angry old face was flushed, and he picked up his crutches and poked at the boy's chest, "You bastard boy!" Then Jiangdongliu guards the rivers and lakes for us! Guarding the spirit of our Jianghu people! You, you're ......"

Before Old Man Liu finished speaking, he was easily caught by the boy and brother, "Yohe, what about guarding the rivers and lakes?" This river and lake need an old man to guard? Or rather, does he have the ability to hold on? Just for the sake of an old ghost from decades ago, you dare to do it to Lao Tzu? ”

The boy looked at the old man Liu who was pulling back hard and refusing to admit defeat, and smiled hideously, "Old man, don't deceive yourself, after so many years, everyone still knows the other nine grandmasters, so Jiang Dongliu?" Hmph, I'm going to die. Oh, by the way, I heard that your granddaughter is good-looking......"

The doglegs around laughed, and the other martial arts people just indifferently watched Old Man Liu being teased.

In the wind and snow, it is cold.

But there was a sound that was colder than the wind and snow.

"You say, Jiang Dongliu doesn't exist?"

"I don't care if that old ghost exists......" Brother Gongzi replied subconsciously. But as soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a thousand jun smashed down on his shoulder, and his knees couldn't help but weaken, and he knelt down heavily.

"You say, Jiang Dongliu can't afford to guard this river and lake?"

The boy's knees were broken, and the strength on his body was getting heavier and heavier, lying directly on the ground, wailing in pain and threatening. The people in the surrounding rivers and lakes were shocked, and some of them fell directly to the ground, not daring to run away or move.

"You say, is this river and lake heavy?"

In just three breaths, the boy was covered in blood all over his body, and two hundred and six bones were shattered. But he unexpectedly kept his senses. He soberly watched his bones being crushed, feeling his blood being squeezed out, he felt how happy he was to faint for the first time, but he could only keep wailing, and he could only keep begging for mercy.

Just when he was about to collapse and go crazy, in the wind and snow, a childish child's voice came, "Amitabha, please be merciful to the donor." ”

The man who made the secret move seemed to be silent for a moment, but it still made all the pressure on him subside. The boy was overjoyed, his face was still humble begging for mercy, and he already had a lot of vicious means in his heart to think of revenge! But he didn't expect that just when the pressure receded, the strength that kept him awake also receded, and he was so caught off guard by his own injuries that he died of pain!

Seeing this strange scene, the streets in the wind and snow were full of kneeling people. Only Old Man Liu looked blankly ahead.

"Amitabha." Xuankong silently helped the boy recite the mantra of death.

"Why didn't you stop me when I made a move? You had a chance to save him. The kid asked casually.

Xuankong raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he said in a low but serious voice: "No matter who you are, if you do something wrong, you will have to pay the price." It has nothing to do with my Buddha, it has to do with his body. ”

The kid was stunned, but he didn't expect this seemingly old-fashioned little monk to say this, and couldn't help but admire, "It's okay for me to be a Buddha!" ”

The kid leaned on the water and fire stick, "My kid hates three types of people the most in his life. One is a hypocritical and treacherous person, the second is an ungrateful person, and the third is a monk! Whether it's a good monk or a bad monk, I hate it. But only you little monk, I like it! ”

After speaking, another palm slapped on Xuankong's slippery head, which made Xuankong more aggrieved.

The kid held the water and fire stick and walked out of the courtyard, and the snow was falling outside the courtyard, but he didn't care about it, took a step forward, pointed to the east, and said in a slow voice, "Now, I'm going to Chang'an." ”

In the small courtyard, only Xiaoxue danced and fell.

An Ning stepped forward and grabbed the kid, his eyes full of smiles under his long eyelashes, "Don't you want to escape, don't forget, you're mine." ”

The kid blushed a little, turned his head and muttered, "I don't agree......"

An Ning smiled without saying a word.

Xuankong stared at the two of them stunned, looking at this scene he had never seen before. Song Zheng hurriedly blocked his eyes and smiled at the kid: "I am a man who wants to open peace for this world!" This trip to Chang'an, how can I be missing? ”

"Me too, me too." Xuankong struggled under Song Zheng's hands, waving his little fist, "I'm going to Tobu to learn scriptures, take a lot of scriptures, I want to purify all sentient beings, and then be a man who eats all the world!" ”

"Hey, hey, little monk, you're going to be a man? That is to say, you have to pass the last hurdle of this man? "Song is urging narrowness.

"It's going to pass! No one can stop me! "The air is menacing, "For the sake of fasting!" ”

"Then who can stop us! If God dares, I'll kill him! ”

The kid couldn't stop laughing, and with a wave of the water and fire stick, the snowflakes suddenly froze, and the dark clouds in the sky broke through.

There is an injustice in the world, kill to Chang'an!

There is a river in the sky that flows eastward!

……

"Look," Old Man Liu trembled and ran with the flowing water, "Look, Jiang Dongliu is still there, he is still there, right there, right there!" ”

Lose your voice to the sun!