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The scar man and the enlightened monk seem to have reached a state of self-forgetfulness.

"Drink!" The man with the scar shouted, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards the neck of the enlightened monk.

The momentum is like a wild dragon, the knife has not arrived, and the clothes of the enlightened monk are blown up and pop.

The enlightened monk bent down and dodged the blow.

The long knife slid quickly over the head of the monk Wumei, and after fighting for so long, the man with the scar couldn't help but try his best to press the attack of the long knife downward, wanting to solve the monk who had dodged the blow just now.

At the moment when the scarred man changed the trajectory of the long knife, a fine light flashed in the eyes of the enlightened monk, and he saw the gaps exposed under the armpit of the scarred man.

The right palm of the monk gathered all his strength, walked closely, and pushed it out with one palm.

Boom!

The huge force swept through the armpit of the scar man's whole body violently, and the right hand of the scar man, who was holding the long knife, suddenly let go, and the long knife fell off the ground.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of the long knife landing on the ground was crisp, as if to indicate the end of the battle.

The man with the scar was knocked back five or six steps by the palm of the monk of enlightenment, and a violent breath in his chest wanted to overflow from his mouth, but he was forcibly suppressed by the man with the scar.

"Cough ......" Even though the mouthful of scarlet blood was swallowed by the scarred man, he still couldn't help coughing lightly a few times, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the enlightened monk, and roared: "Monk, the kung fu in your hands is really not to be underestimated. I've been in the world for decades, and I've never seen someone as powerful as you. ”

The man with the scar glanced at the long knife that fell on the broken bluestone floor, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he turned to the monk and said: "I lost, I will not have any thoughts of doing anything to the minister in the future, monk, you can rest assured." ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the donor can be enlightened, which is a good thing." The monk Wuming was a little out of breath and put his hands together on his chest, and said with an indifferent smile: "Donor, the little monk believes that the donor has just gone astray, just come out." ”

"Monk, can you tell me where that relative of mine is?" After the first battle fell, the scar man knew that he had returned the favor, and the entanglement in his heart was completely eliminated.

"Donor, if you have a fate, you will meet each other, don't rush for a while." The enlightened monk pretended to be a ghost and smiled: "The Buddha said: Don't say it." ”

The man with the scar was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "Monk, no matter what, I owe you a favor." If I have the chance, I will definitely pay it back to you, I don't like to owe favors in my life, it will affect the speed at which I swing the knife. ”

"Amitabha." The enlightened monk muttered as if he had not answered.

Then, Monk Wuming turned around and picked up the long knife that had fallen to the ground, walked to the scarred man with the long knife in both hands, and handed it to the scar man: "Donor, if you want to see your only living relative, I'm afraid you will inevitably have to deal with Xu Shizhu." ”

"What?" The man with the scar grabbed the handle of the long knife with his left hand, listened to the words of the enlightened monk and was a little foggy, frowned and asked, "Monk, what do you mean?" ”

"Donor, the little monk is all he says, and he can't say it again." The enlightened monk smiled mysteriously, bowed slightly towards the scar man with his hands folded, and then turned around and walked towards Xu Muchuan.

Looking at the back of the enlightened monk, and then looked down at the long knife in his hand, the scar man shouted loudly: "Monk, what is your legal name?" I wonder who I owe a favor. ”

"Enlightenment." The enlightened monk exhaled without looking back.

The scarred man narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and said to himself, "Enlightenment, Enlightenment Monk." ”

"Enlightened monk, my surname is Feng, see you in the future." After a moment of silence, the scar man raised his head and shouted, as if he had untied some kind of shackles in his heart, and his breath rose a step calmly compared to before.

After the monk heard the scar man report his surname, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned to the scar man and bowed to him and said, "Donor, you can face the past head-on, so you can take a step closer." ”

The man with the scar slowly nodded to the monk of enlightenment, although he lost this battle, but he did not have the slightest hatred for the monk of enlightenment, but was very grateful to the monk of enlightenment.

Because no matter whether the relatives in the mouth of the enlightened monk are alive or not, he has a reason to live and a belief to be able to chase.

"Can he really change the status quo?" The man with the scar looked at Xu Muchuan who was half-kneeling on the ground in the distance, leaving an unknown question.

The favor has been returned, and the scarred man left here with a long knife, nowhere to be found.

And Fu Hengsheng and the others were extremely worried about Xu Muchuan's state of mind at the moment, and everyone looked at Xu Muchuan silently, quietly waiting for Xu Muchuan to speak.

I don't know how long it has been, but a cadre of soldiers has already disposed of the corpse in the front hall, and the injured soldier has also taken care of his injuries. However, Xu Muchuan was already half-kneeling beside Wei Qingyan's corpse, looking at the dim sky and saying nothing.

The sun set, and a few hours passed.

Everyone stood quietly and motionless, waiting for Xu Muchuan to come over.

At this moment, Wen Ruofei and Ran Hong had already come back to recover their lives, but when they saw Wei Qingyan's delicate body and Xu Muchuan's state, the two of them instantly stood aside in silence, not daring to say a word.

Fu Hengsheng and Wen Ruofei exchanged their eyes, and Wen Ruofei waited on the side with understanding, waiting for Xu Muchuan, the backbone, to speak.

In the dilapidated front hall of the official mansion, everyone looked at Xu Muchuan's back solemnly, extremely worried.

After a long time, the sky was filled with starlight.

"People, have you caught them?"

As soon as Xu Muchuan spoke, everyone was excited, and there was a hint of joy in their eyes.

"Childe, now that the entire southern city is blocked, even a mosquito can't fly out, and it's guarded day and night." Wen Ruofei immediately responded with a fist.

"My lord, among the five prefectures in one prefecture, except for Liang Wenrong, the governor of Zhizhou, who escaped, all the others have been caught." Ran Hong also spoke one after another.

The tear stains on Xu Muchuan's cheeks had completely dried up, and he couldn't see any emotion on his face, and said in an expressionless voice: "Arrest overnight, resistant, behead!" ”

"Yes, sir." Ran Hong immediately bowed down to receive the order, and then led a team of people out.

"In addition, except for Zhizhou Wujiang, who treats each other well, everyone else is imprisoned. Announcing that the news is out, and in five days I will go to trial in one government and five states. For five days, no one was allowed to enter or leave, and there were many people who deserved to die. ”

Xu Muchuan said slowly.

"Yes." Everyone said in unison.

Then, Xu Muchuan glanced at Wei Qingyan's delicate body, and there was a pause with a soft light in his eyes for a moment. Then he couldn't bear to turn his head and whispered: "Jiang Qing...... Miss Wei is so alive and buried! ”