(I don't say that these days are just one shift, because I think I can two more - but every time I overestimate myself~ I haven't rested well in the past few days, I came back from Shijiazhuang, and I was going to Beijing soon, just to take a photo, I had to find what JB stuff Xinhua News Agency collection point, Shijiazhuang originally had, but I had to prove it from the school, this special egg hurt, I went to Beijing for nothing, the train went to Beijing at four o'clock in the middle of the night, and I have to rush back tomorrow, this can drive people to death, ah, ah, there are brothers in the book review area who scolded~ I specially said it. I will come back from Beijing tomorrow night, and I will resume the update the day after tomorrow~)――

Huangfu Futu went up the hill along the path, turned around and didn't take a few steps, his expression had already regained his calm, and the words to the two juniors were categorically impossible to make him have been like a huge ripple in his state of mind that had been like stopping water for so many years, and now as soon as the kid who was messing around and pestering his face left, the old man suddenly felt that the child was really interesting, thinking about the two children whose demeanor and tone were no different from ordinary young couples, his mood was suddenly much better, and his pace was a little faster than before.

The mountain is not high, the altitude is at best five or six hundred meters high, but the road is difficult to walk, a large amount of greenery covers most of the paths that can be seen by the naked eye, only a small path zigzag upward, overgrown with weeds, uneven, it is so difficult to climb a mountain, you can imagine how inaccessible it is here on weekdays.

In fact, in the whole Fengtian City, except for a few successful people who know that there is an old man living in a Sanqing Taoist temple on the mountainside, most people don't know anything about it, even if ordinary people who come here when they are occasionally idle and bored, they don't care about it, and give some successful people a look at feng shui, nonsense and financial luck, and then the other party throws a few hundred yuan into the ocean, these incomes are almost all the expenses of the old man in the eyes of outsiders, but it seems to be this meager income, Let the old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple dance alive for more than 20 years, and it is still a picture full of red light fairy wind bones, in the eyes of some people who don't know the inside story, this is not a fairy figure, what else can it be?

It took about half an hour to climb the mountain.

The old man came to the mountainside along the path that can hardly be called a path, and stood at the door of the Sanqing Taoist Temple for the twentieth time this month, the plaque that was removed and smashed into the Taoist Temple when the Huangfu Futu first went up the mountain has now been re-hung at the gate, and the four big characters with Phnom Penh are shining in the sun, and there is a transcendent charm far from the red dust against the backdrop of the quaint buildings.

If you only pay attention to quiet, this is indeed a rare place.

Huangfu Futu raised his head and looked at the plaque of the Taoist temple, he was dressed in a shabby and dirty robe like a beggar's clothes, still stepping on cloth shoes under his feet, holding a string of sandalwood Buddha masters, his expression was peaceful, but in this place that seemed to believe in the Sanqing Daozun, it seemed a little out of place with everything around him.

There was silence in front of the Taoist temple.

The plaque hanging high seems to be staring at an old monk in a tattered robe not far away.

Time is quiet, and the picture is almost frozen.

Huangfu Futu's palm stretched out, then quietly clenched, took a deep breath, and finally moved forward.

The pace and frequency did not seem to change, but his forward speed suddenly accelerated, and he stood at the door of the Taoist temple in the blink of an eye, and said in a deep voice: "Poor monk Huangfu Futu, today is the twentieth time going up the mountain to get a sword!" Dao Chief, dare to fight?! ”

Twentieth ascent to the mountain.

And the old monk said not long ago that this is destined to be the last time in this life!

There was silence in the Taoist temple.

The old monk, who claimed to be a poor monk but directly said the name of the layman, stood at the gate of the Taoist temple, quickly turning the Buddha beads in his hand with one hand, and his face was gloomy.

"Squeak."

The door of the main hall in the Taoist temple was opened, and an unusually tall old man dressed in a neat Taoist robe walked out, whisking dust in one hand, and holding an unusually simple sheathed short sword in the other.

It is said to be a short sword, but it is not short, it can be about the length of an adult man's arm, but it feels very strange, the scabbard extends all the way to the hilt, the whole body is jet black, it is an almost deep darkness, and the light reflected in the sun is actually a little dazzling.

Sword name frenzy!

The old Taoist priest raised the dark sword body in his hand with one hand, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "I said monk, monks should know how to cultivate themselves the most, patience is this thing, you should be better than me, you just have to wait for a few days, as soon as the Spring Festival passes, this sword is immediately presented with both hands, we are old, how beautiful is it to work hard with our hands and feet?" You don't care, I'm going to live a few more years. ”

"Amitabha. Is the Taoist cowardly today? ”

Huangfu Futu said calmly, as soon as the old Taoist King came out, his originally gloomy face gradually eased, and he knew very well that there was not much grudge between the two, but their positions were different.

But no matter what, the goal of the two is still the same, both for a frenzy!

One guards the sword, and the other grabs the sword.

"I haven't stopped this month, people are old, it's a good thing to be able to move their muscles and bones, but three days of two big fights, poor roads are also troublesome, why don't you wait here for a few days, monk? I have a lot of good tea in my collection, how boring is it to fight and kill? Wouldn't it be more comfortable for us to sit together and drink tea and play chess? ”

Wang Shroud said softly, he was almost a whole head taller than Huangfu Futu, but at this time, he did not have the slightest strong demeanor, his face was helpless, and there was some bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

"If the Taoist chief doesn't make a move, the poor monk can only rob it."

Huangfu Futu folded his hands and bent down slightly, but his momentum suddenly became fierce, he squinted his eyes slightly, and his face was indifferent: "If the Taoist chief is troublesome, the poor monk can guarantee that this is the last time the poor monk will go up the mountain, and after the recent past, no matter what the result is, he will not go up the mountain again in this life to disturb." ”

"For the last time?"

The king's shroud frowned sharply.

"Never die!"

Huangfu Futu said calmly, but his eyes became more and more peaceful, this monk who is rumored to be able to burn relics after his death finally stopped tempting and lobbied this time, but made up his mind to fight with all his might, and if he did not achieve his goal, he vowed not to give up!

Wang Shroud suddenly scolded, and said with a sneer: "Huangfu Futu, you have lived for such an age, why are you still so ignorant of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha for decades?" Lingxi is a child raised by my own hands, my only apprentice! Will I hurt her? When it comes to personal luck, it is ethereal in itself, do you really believe that a frenzy can crush the luck of the rhino? If there is really luck, Lingxi's luck can almost go against the sky! What are you afraid of? And even if you take 10,000 steps back, even if everything is already a foregone conclusion, this is the girl's own way! Even if I tell her, she will not regret it, and she will still accept her fate without hesitation, don't go too far! ”

"Don't you think your own words are too contradictory? How strong is her luck, and in the end, she was not robbed by you and passed on to the children of the Wang family? Lingxi's death is ten deaths, the Wang family is really calculating, sacrificing a girl with bad luck in exchange for the re-prosperity of the Wang family, it is really unscrupulous! When Chaoge handed over his daughter to you despite everyone's opposition, did you ever think that it would be the end of today? Are you right about her? Your Wang family couldn't live with her when she was alive, and you still have to bear her once after she dies?! ”

"You said that Lingxi would not regret it even if he knew the truth, I believe it. But if the children of the Wang family knew that the revival of the Wang family had to let Lingxi die, how would he choose?! Do you really think he's a puppet? How many more times are you going to do this kind of thing?! ”

Huangfu Futu's expression was angry, and his peaceful and calm temperament disappeared without a trace in an instant, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and shouted suddenly: "Bring it!" ”

"I don't have a choice."

Wang Shroud's face was calm and almost indifferent, but the muscles of his face were constantly twitching, showing that his heart was not calm, he worked hard to raise a little girl from a young age, watched her practice swords, watched her study scriptures and chant Buddha, and finally waited until the time was ripe, but this master, he could only watch the child raised by him as a granddaughter since he was a child die!

No matter how hard-hearted the Shroud Wang was, it was impossible for him to remain indifferent, he didn't want to do so, but he had no choice.

One is an apprentice, and the other side is the renewed prosperity of the Wang family.

Everything has to be about the big picture!

Nearly two generations have worked hard to inculcate and shape the character of the younger generations, and have done so much, artificially causing the so-called personal luck in the two children, which can almost be said to be a conspiracy layout, and when it comes to the most perfect finale, the Shroud of the King does not allow anyone to destroy!

"If you want a sword, get it yourself!"

Wang Shroud said coldly, the pitch-black and gloomy frenzy in his hand suddenly hit the ground, the short sword and the scabbard were instantly inserted into the ground to a depth of nearly a foot, and the old Taoist priest with an extremely complicated heart but a calm expression suddenly shook the white dust in his hand, and the soft white hair spike at the front end of the floating dust suddenly became straight, hard as iron!

Huangfu Futu didn't say a word, his face was calm, his body instantly jumped over the gate of the Taoist temple, and his body pulled over the flagpole with a strange symbol fluttering at the top of the door in the high-speed movement, and the flagpole with a length of nearly three meters was held in his hand, and he swept towards the shroud of the king without hesitation!

Whistling into the wind, chilling!

The stout flagpole, which could be said to have taken advantage of the attack distance, was suddenly split into a large circle and smashed into the head of the king's shroud.

The old monk who was originally kind and kind turned into a fierce Vajra Arhat in an instant, with every move and style, with an indomitable domineering!

Never die!

The pupils of the Wang shroud shrouded shrouded slightly, his face was solemn, but the whole person did not retreat, he took a step forward suddenly, his body suddenly to the side, and between them, the whistling flagpole almost swept down the tip of his nose, and the momentum was amazing to the extreme, and it smashed to the ground, and on the ground of the bluestone slab, it was smashed out of a fist-sized hole.

Huangfu Futu missed with a stick, obviously leaving some spare strength, and instantly changed his moves, and swept the situation the moment the flagpole was bounced up!

At a distance of less than a meter from the body of the king's shroud, the flagpole blatantly pierced the air, and a sharp roar sounded in the friction with nothingness!

There is no way to avoid it!

Wang Shroud's face was expressionless, his eyes narrowed, and his hand suddenly stretched out, holding the place where the pennant was fluttering at the top of the flagpole, and suddenly exerted force with one hand.

Ka!

The top of the flagpole suddenly broke!

After the wooden pole of nearly half a meter was broken by the old Taoist, he subconsciously looked at the pennant that was not much damaged, and gently threw it to the side of the frenzy, and the hair spike in the front section of the dust on the other hand instantly became soft, and with the old Taoist's right hand raised, the hair spike suddenly wrapped around the flagpole in the hand of Huangfu Futu!

Pull hard with one hand.

The huge force was transmitted along the dust, and Huangfu Futu's body suddenly fell backwards, but it did not fall to the ground, one hand suddenly slapped on the ground, and the other hand held the flagpole, and the body still maintained a backward posture, but the feet moved on the ground in a difficult posture, and with that impact, the person was under the flagpole, but his legs attacked the bottom plate of the king's shroud!

Wang shrouded his eyes, the cold in his pupils, directly withdrew the dust wrapped around the flagpole, the hair spike at the front became straight again, he gently stepped back, the dust in his hand suddenly inserted into the ground, muffled roar, the dust suddenly rose upward, and actually brought a large piece of bluestone off the ground, rolling in the air and smashing towards the Huangfu Futu!

If you are hit this time, even if you don't die, you will at least get a big internal injury!

Both sides seem to have moved in earnest.

Huangfu Futu, whose face had always been flat, finally sneered, stepped on the ground with one foot, stood up, and jumped suddenly with both hands holding the flagpole.

The body was off the ground, and the flagpole was already raised above his head.

The bluestone that had been brought out of the ground by the King's shroud was still rolling.

It takes less than two seconds.

Huangfu Futu had already volleyed into the air, and the thick flagpole in his hand slammed into the bluestone.

A move is domineering to the extreme, splitting Huashan!

Peng!

The flagpole hit the bluestone, and the wooden stick that was originally nearly three meters long broke for the second time, but that piece of bluestone also exploded in the air and was torn apart!

Wang Shroud's expression became more and more solemn, in the past month, he has fought with the monk in front of him so many times, and the two sides have long understood each other's strength very clearly, it is simply half a catty against eight taels, it is really a lose-lose ending, the bald head in front of him is obviously anxious, it is completely a posture of playing with life, Wang Shroud is now in a dilemma, and can only concentrate on vigilance with all his might.

The flagpole broke for the second time, and the length was only about two meters.

At this length, it can almost be said to be the perfect offensive distance.

The Shroud Wang took a deep breath and was about to take the initiative.

The bald man on the other side made a move that he had never done in the past ten or so encounters, which could almost be described as despicable.

The bluestone was torn apart in the air.

Huangfu Futu's body was still in mid-air, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly grabbed the railing with both hands again, and slammed it on the ground, and in the stunned gaze of the king's shroud, his body rose off the ground again.

What is he going to do?

There was a brief pause in the Shroud's brain for a second.

The duel between the two masters in the TV series is completely nonsense, except for a few really domineering and suppressive playing methods such as splitting Huashan, if you really want to divide the victory and defeat in your fists and feet, most of them rely on close combat on the ground, Huangfu Futu is a master, and in any force, it can be regarded as the top master, at this time, he can't be unclear, this is definitely not a good time to take off again.

But that's what he did.

In the next second, the face of the Wang Shroud suddenly changed.

Because this bald man held the flagpole as a weapon in his hand, it was completely like playing high jump, and his body rose up, jumped directly over the head of the king's shroud, and went straight to the eerie frenzy planted in the ground!

The Shroud of the King turned his head suddenly, just taking a step.

The monk in a shabby robe had already landed on the hilt of the sword of the frenzy, stepped on it with one foot, and the flagpole in his hand slammed into the ground, completely steady.

Wang shrouded his eyes, his eyes unabashedly revealed a terrifying murderous aura for the first time, this old Taoist priest who dared to wash hundreds of people in Huating overnight seemed to be really angry and murderous in an instant.

"What can you do with it? You have the ability to get it, but you don't necessarily have the ability to get Jinling, monk, I don't want to fight you to life and death, don't force me. ”

The Shroud of the King said coldly.

Huangfu Futu's expression was calm, he took a step forward, stepped into the void, and jumped lightly on the ground, pulling out the frenzy that was a foot deep underground.

The momentum of the king's shroud skyrocketed, and he was about to make a move!

Huangfu Futu, who successfully captured the sword, looked indifferent, and said in a deep voice: "I need this sword to break the robbery, Wang Laodao, you give way today, how about I promise you one thing in the future?" ”

"What?"

The Shroud of the King looked indifferent.

Huangfu Futu hesitated and said lightly: "Just now at the bottom of the mountain, I met a pair of very interesting children, one of whom has the same surname as me, and the other one has the surname Wang. ”

The face of the king shrouded moved, his eyes flickered, and he was distracted for a moment.

At that moment, Huangfu Futu, who held the frenzy in his hands by an inglorious means, could no longer care so much, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, and brazenly drew his sword!

The tide roars!

This famous sword, which has been sealed in the dust for more than 20 years, is finally out of its sheath again!

Under the warm sunshine, a dazzling black light suddenly appeared between the two of them, and it was extremely gloomy and cold!

Wang Shroud subconsciously turned his head and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile.

Inside the General Hospital of Jinling Military Region.

Wang Fuxing's eyelids in a coma kept shaking, and under the gaze of Huangfu Lingxi and Xia Qinwei, the eldest lady of the Xia family, his eyes suddenly opened.