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Song Qingyi didn't think that his unjustifiable request for help would be rejected this time no matter from any point of view, but it was just a refusal, this kind of thought was at most a flash in his mind, but there was more than ninety percent of the hope of success in his heart. What about the four emptiness? You can't escape a love word.

So he came, making an attacking gesture without retreating, but he never thought that he would get such a result anyway.

What does it have to do with me?

Song Qingyi's mind rumbled, constantly echoing these four words, and the anger in his heart was rampant, which suddenly made him spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the body that had been struggling to get up half fell to the ground again, with severe pain all over his body, but he was invincible to the sourness and resentment in his heart.

Song Qingyi only lost twice in his life, but now he was defeated for the third time in the hands of a third person, in the three battles, two of them were old monsters who were almost against the sky, and the remaining one was the same age, but these three battles seemed to have one of the most obvious similarities.

The other party only used one trick.

Song Qingyi lay straight on the ground, and under the excitement, a mouthful of red blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth again, twitching all over, barely raising his head, and then looking at the monk who was really ruthless and unrighteous to the extreme, but found that the other party was looking at him expressionlessly, with a look full of indifference.

The monk who has no Buddha beads is wearing a robe, but his body is straight at this time, but it gives people an indescribable feeling of coldness and coldness.

Song Qingyi was fearless, squinting, his eyes were almost crazy, he used up the little strength left in his body, stood up with his sword, stared at the abbot of Longkong, slowly spoke, and said in a hoarse voice: "You really don't want to save it?" ”

Just a word, casually speaking, the blood on the corner of his mouth flowed more rapidly, obviously under the blow and anger in the heart, his internal injuries were already extremely serious.

"Get out!"

Monk Longkong said again, his tone was cold, this monk who once gave Huangfu Lingxi a very precious relic, and now his tone seems to have no room for maneuver.

"Ding!"

There was a crackle of metal snapping.

Song Qingyi instantly clenched the hilt of his sword, and the long sword that had followed him for many years suddenly broke, and at the same time, the face of the swordsman in Tsing Yi turned a little whiter, miserable and white, without the slightest blood.

Longkong's fingers moved, not saying a word, and his face remained unchanged.

Song Qingyi's eyes were cold, he slowly stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally scolded the old bald donkey, slowly turned around, and stumbled towards the gate of Qixia Temple.

The sweeping monk who was responsible for welcoming him into the temple was still there, and when he saw the distinguished guests in the temple like this, he was startled, and subconsciously wanted to step forward to help.

Song Qingyi, who was walking unsteadily and seemed to be about to fall at any time, turned his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, he looked at the young monk, and after rejecting his kindness, he tried his best to stabilize his body and stumbled down the steps.

Tsing Yi stained with dust.

The steps that came up easily when he came were vague in Song Qingyi's eyes, constantly shaking, he laughed miserably, leaned out his feet, and cautiously went down, but he didn't take two steps, but he kicked into the air, and the whole person's body suddenly rolled down the steps, leaving only the blood stains that had been drawn all the way.

Song Qingyi is not an invincible thing, although he has been defeated, but in this life, it is the first time he has been so embarrassed.

The long sword broke, Tsing Yi twitched, covered in dust, this Tsing Yi swordsman who was almost about to face Wang Fuxing for life and death in Zhongshan Meilu Villa was bleeding at this time, and fell at the end of the steps, miserable.

"The gods and Buddhas of the heavens are above, three thousand sentient beings, which one is not suffering? Which doesn't hurt? Which one is not annoying? Haha, it's all jokes! ”

Song Qingyi laughed desolately, his voice revealed a pathos that was almost desperate, lying on the ground covered in blood, gasping for breath, and his hoarse roar made some of the tourists nearby who were originally planning to go to Qixia Temple stop alive, looking at Song Qingyi, their eyes were frightened.

A figure appeared in front of Song Qingyi's eyes, also in a long robe, and also carrying a long sword.

It's just that this time the robe is black.

Song Qingyi raised his eyelids, smiled reluctantly, stopped talking, and subconsciously gasped for breath, like a dog that had just been thrown out by the people of the temple.

The man in black had warm eyes, regardless of everyone's eyes, squatted down, helped Song Qingyi up, saw that his injury was quite serious, frowned, simply carried him up, and walked straight to a BMW 7 Series on the side of the road.

Song Qingyi only cared about gasping, lying on the back of the man in black, not resisting or struggling, letting the other party stuff himself into the back row without saying a word.

"Tell me, what's going on!"

The man in black drove again, with anger in his eyes and a serious tone.

"Nothing."

Song Qingyi said lightly, leaning on the leather seat behind him, motionless, disheartened.

"Confused!"

The man in black shouted angrily: "The master has long known your temperament, and he told you in advance, don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say, don't worry about it, you specially called me from the capital and asked me to go with you, what the hell did you say?" Tsing Yi, if you only ask him what he plans to do in the current situation, the other party will definitely not make a heavy deal on you, are you stupid?! ”

"What about being stupid?"

Song Qingyi's eyes opened slightly, narrowed a slit, his face was pale, but his tone was extremely cold.

The man in black was speechless for a while, and then turned his head away and said in a dull voice: "For the sake of the emperor's song?" ”

Song Qingyi snorted coldly, closed his eyes again, and did not answer.

The man in black was helpless, his face was gloomy, and he was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly and said no more-

Inside the Qixia Temple.

In front of the hut.

Monk Longkong trembled quietly, and waited until Song Qingyi walked away before slowly turning around.

The body, which was originally straight, seemed to have aged in an instant, and he was draped in a very clean robe, reflecting the light in the sun, but this old monk seemed to be dozens of years old at once.

He slowly came to the broken sword money, stretched out his hand, his palm seemed to tremble a little, picked up the hilt of the sword, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "Wronged." ”

"Amitabha, old things, can't my junior brother still let go?"

Behind him, a wave of Buddha horns suddenly sounded, loud and upright, full of the compassion of the monks.

An old monk who seemed to be a few years older than Long Kong appeared behind Long Kong, his eyebrows were already gray, and he was wearing a dirty robe, with kind eyebrows.

Master Takasan, who rarely seems to be seen in the temple!

Long Kong seemed to have known that he was nearby, and without surprise, he gently put away the two severed swords, and said in a cold tone: "I have never put it down, how can senior brother have it been put down?" If the monks are still like this, it's no wonder that the outside world is going to die for some petty profits. ”

He paused in his tone, shook his head slowly, and said indifferently: "There are some things that can't be put down!" ”

This sentence was unusually resolute, as if he was giving himself confidence, and it seemed to be expressing his attitude to the master of Longxiang behind him.

"In that case, why didn't the junior brother directly agree to the child's request just now?"

Master Longxiang said with great interest, his eyes were cloudy, and he took off his dirty robe, like an old man who was about to die.

Longkong suddenly turned around, there were no Buddhist beads in his hand, but this time it was two broken swords, this old monk who was highly respected in Buddhism squinted, his eyes were cold, but his tone was soft, and he said indifferently: "If I agree, can he still leave alive?" ”

Master Longxiang clasped his hands together again, still looking so kind that he was almost reincarnated as a Bodhisattva, but this time he replied, but his tone was calm and deadly: "I can't." ”

The murderous intent in Abbot Longkong's eyes flashed away, snorted coldly, and said lightly: "I want to leave the temple, if the senior brother doesn't allow it, let's make a move." ”

"Amitabha, the past is like dust, it's time for junior brother to let go, how long do you plan to entangle with the Wang family? It's better to give up, if you can completely break this bad relationship, it will naturally be excellent. ”

Long Xiang's eyelids were raised, and he said softly, but the cloudy look in his eyes had disappeared, and the essence flickered.

These two old monks, who seem to be in harmony on weekdays, don't seem to be in the same camp inside?

Long Kong's eyes were completely cold, and he suddenly took a step forward and said calmly: "I just want to ask, are you my senior brother now, or Qin Sheng?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the murderous aura around suddenly froze!

Long Xiang didn't answer, lowered his eyebrows and looked obedient, and took a step back very cleverly, looking calm.

The rumbling momentum became stronger, and he took another step forward and continued, "If I leave, are you going to stop me?!" ”

"Amitabha."

Long Xiang said lightly and retreated.

Longkong, or Huangfu Futu moved forward again, pressing step by step, about to thunder!

This time, Long Xiang finally gave the answer, this old monk who was definitely the top of the Qin family but had been dormant in Qixia Temple for decades just to contain Huangfu Futu finally gave in, and said indifferently: "Senior brother is the abbot, if you want to go out of the temple, you don't need to inform the old man, but before you act, you have to think about it first, whether it is worth it." ”

"Is it worth it?"

At this moment, Long Xiang, who had completely transformed into Huangfu Futu, narrowed his eyes, but his body relaxed, and said coldly: "I would like to listen to Senior Brother Gaojian!" ”

"Since ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties. But now that the hero is dead and the beauty is dead, why should the junior brother be obsessed? When it is broken, it is broken! Even if you leave this bad relationship, it will only increase your troubles, can't you see through it? ”

Takashi smiled, his eyes unusually honest.

"Heroes?!"

Huangfu Futu laughed suddenly, after hibernating Qixia Temple for decades, it was the first time for him to show such a crazy attitude, and said coldly: "Does that senior brother know what that person said before he withdrew from the capital?" ”

Master Longxiang was silent for a while, and said softly, "Naturally, I know. ”

"A hero can be a general, and he is invincible. But heroes are not kings! Not a king, a good one is not a king. ”

Huangfu Futu laughed and said, his smile was vicissitudes and heroic, he shook off the robe on his body, threw away the two long swords in his hand, turned around and left, without hesitation!

"Heroes are not kings, now that the Wang family is a hero, I will help my own girl to survive a catastrophe, and then wait for his husband and wife to combine their swords and break your Qin family's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, wouldn't it be happy?!"

The sound is gone...

Monk Longxiang still maintained the posture of clasping his hands together, and after a long time, he recited in a low voice: "Amitabha." ”