"This worldly monk has come out to be a robber, is this really good? robbing treasures and beauties in the past, but even bald heads are robbed. Li Yang, who got up and leaned against the tree with his back, looked at the smiling monk in front of him, and wondered if I had a grudge against this monk in my previous life, and he didn't want to rob me.

"Monk, I advise you, the Tianxuan Dao Sect is not something that can be provoked easily, and the result after provoking is not something you and the forces behind you can bear. Aren't you afraid that the Tianxuan Dao Sect will tear down your broken temple?!" As soon as the sword in his hand was raised, the murderous intent in Steward Wang's heart skyrocketed.

"Donor. As long as you give this little bald head to the monk me, the monk and I will leave immediately, and I will never embarrass you. ”

"Haha~, if someone gives it to you, where will my Wang Tianyou's face be put on! If you want this bald head, you must not step on my Wang Tianyou's corpse. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ~ Donor! Monk, I don't kill. ”

"A monk who is a robber, how can what he said count?" Li Yang spat on the ground, his eyes were fixed on Steward Wang, his hands turned white from the hard grasp of the burden belt on his chest, I must go to the Thousand Valleys, I must cultivate.

"The disciples of the Buddhist sect came out to rob people, where did you abandon the Buddha in your heart?" Steward Wang ignored the little bald head and looked at him and said again.

"My Buddha is compassionate. The Buddha will understand why I am doing this, monk. "The big bald head folded his hands," Amitabha. ”

"Big bald head, I won't go with you, you die. The little bald man interjected.

"Little bald head, you're too persistent. You have a fate with my Buddha, why not accompany the ancient Buddha with the monk. The big golden bald head looked at the little bald head, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

The more the little bald head looked at the big bald head, the more old he became, and said, "Phew! My mouth only eats meat, so I don't want to be a monk." ”

"Do you treat my Wang Tianyou as air? The steward Wang on the side interjected, and the Xuan Qi in the dantian was boiling, and a powerful force was poured into the whole body.

"Donor, if you can't hurt the monk with this move, what if I let the monk take this little bald head?"

"Yes. Steward Wang's face was silent, and he sneered in his heart.

Golden Light Kill* Sharp Slash - Xuan-level mid-grade sword mystical technique.

Steward Wang stepped forward with his right foot, turned into a golden light, and slashed at the monk with a golden sword.

"Suffer death~ Bald donkey, really I Wang Tianyou is a vegetarian. ”

In the distance, Li Yang's lips were half open, and the tiger's eyes were filled with a golden giant sword.

"Amitabha. The golden bald head looked at the golden sword, the wrinkles on his forehead continued to sleep, the wind rose, and his left foot stepped forward - the golden giant sword was already three inches above his head, and he slashed.

Thundered~~~

The nervous Li Yang was slashed five feet away by a wave of qi and smashed to the ground, his chin raised, and the scene in front of him made him forget to breathe.

A huge pit twenty zhang wide appeared on the ground, and the surrounding trees were cut off and crashed into the surroundings, and the big trees that were affected by the pond fish fell down in large pieces, and a vacuum of fifty zhang appeared in the forest.

Xuanshi is terrifying!!!!

Li Yang's eyes caught in the turbid air, but he didn't see a single one, could it be that they were all dead? There was silence around him, and he seemed to hear his heart beating "thump".

- cough cough cough ~~~

A burst of coughing sounded, and Li Yang was overjoyed that the coughing sound was familiar to him.

The steward of the king is not dead, and he still has hope.

"Donor, you've lost. I took the little bald monk with me. ”

The wind slashed, and the last layer of dust in the air finally disappeared, and Li Yang, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes again. My eyes are full of horror, am I really going to become a monk?

In the huge pit, the king's steward knelt on the ground on his right knee, shook his shoulder holding the hilt of the sword, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, slashing three feet in front of him.

"Bald donkey... Are you happy...... It's too early. ”

His jaw trembled, and Steward Wang opened his eyes, and in the palm of his right hand were ten Xuanxuan Pills, which had been swallowed into his abdomen.

A gray light slashed through the sky, but it was also a little slower.

Looking at the face of the monk in front of him, Steward Wang was full of bloody teeth, and his smile made the heavens fearful.

Suffer death! bald donkey.

"Swear the sword and cut off life and death. ”

The monk put one hand on Steward Wang's shoulder, and a substantial black light burst out from Steward Wang's body. The monk flew back upside down.

Black runes continued to climb from his hands to the sword, the sword body became more and more red, and finally turned blood-red, and a three-foot-long blood-colored flame burned on the sword. This process has been completed at lightning speed.

"Go die! The soul of the Heavenly Xuan Dao Sect cannot be disgraced. ”

A palm-sized blood-colored sword shot at the monk, the monk frowned, folded his hands, and a curtain of light appeared in front of him.

Thundered~~~~

The blood-colored sword shadow collided with the light curtain, and a loud explosion exploded, turning the entire forest upside down. A huge mushroom cloud erupted into the sky. The forest turns from day to night.

Time stiffened for a long time.

The dust in the air was tired of playing and lay on the ground. The 'night' turned pale and something faintly visible: a broken boulder, a broken piece of wood, a broken sword stuck in the ground, a blood-red ......

Li Yang, who was unconscious in a pile of broken wood, his eyelids trembled, and the scene in front of him made him chill. Pushing away the broken logs around him, he leaned his back against a half-cut stump, the toothed end of which was sharp enough to kill.

The blood clots on Tsing Yi were condensed into black lumps and lay on their thighs and abdomen one by one, and there were holes in Tsing Yi on the body, revealing bloody wounds.

Are they dead? Is the king's steward dead? He died fighting for me...... I...... Is the monk dead too?

Li Yang, whose eyes flowed with a line of muddy tears, struggled to stand up, pulled the burden on his back into his arms with both hands, and turned around and walked towards a sunny green forest in the distance.

I'd better leave, in case the monk isn't dead. I don't want to be a monk, I can't help bury your body, you understand.

The small blue-black figure faded away......

A breeze blew, a 40-zhang huge pit was still emitting wisps of white smoke, and a large piece of soil at the edge of the pit collapsed with a "whoosh" sound.

——Two cross-legged figures loom in the white smoke.

There was a sound of "stampeding" footsteps, startling wisps of white smoke and fleeing into the distance.

"Little bald head, why are you coming back, if you are not leaving!" said the monk with his hands behind the back of the king's steward.

"I really shouldn't have turned back, I actually took the initiative to send the tiger's mouth. Li Yang's eyes stared at the bare-chested Steward Wang, and the broken sword in his hand trembled, and then trembled.

The king's face was black, unkempt, his lips were pale, and the wound on his abdomen occupied a wall, and the flesh was blurred, but it no longer bleed.

"You're hesitating. ”

"What am I hesitating about!"

"Are you hesitating whether to kill the monk! Are you hesitating whether you will die if you kill the monk! Are you hesitating whether you should follow the monk!"

"You bald head didn't even open your eyes, how do you know what I'm thinking? ”

"What cannot be seen with the naked eye, the monk sees with the heart eye. ”

"How is his injury?" Li Yang glanced at the burden strap in his arms, and the knife in his hand no longer trembled.

"It seems that you have made up your mind about the little bald head, so why bother to ask about his injuries!

"Shut up, tell me how his injuries are?" Li Yang held the remnant sword in his hand, the blade of which pressed against the monk's neck, and a wisp of blood sneaked out from under the blade.

"Amitabha!"

"Tell me how he's hurt! Li Yang, who was holding the remnant sword in his hand, trembled his arm, and his green tendons stood out. The blood under the blade of the sword flowed more happily.

"Little bald head, what are you clinging to? Your heart is even more confused. ”

"Shut up! Shut up! Li Yang's eight green tendons on his neck burst out, "You really don't dare to kill you!"

"Have you ever killed someone?" The monk who was healing the king's steward, his eyelids closed did not move.

"Killed. ”

"Is the monk the first?"

"It's none of your business whether I kill or not. Tell me, how are his injuries?"

"Kill the monk, he will definitely die. ”

"How long will it take him to get better?"

"After three days and three nights, he will wake up with his injuries fine. ”

Li Yang withdrew the remnant sword, turned around and walked five zhang away, lying on the loess ground. A line of tears flowed from his closed eyes.

Three days later at dusk.

Li Yang leaned his back against the rock, sitting on the ground decadently, playing with the remnant sword in his hand. The remnant sword reflected waves of colorful beams in the sunlight.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" he asked.

"Death is liberation. The monk's face was pale with his knees cross-legged to heal the king's wounds, his lips were dry, and he had a few pieces of dehydrated dry skin.

"Or you can kill yourself when he wakes up. ”

"Monk, I won't kill myself. ”

"You're afraid of death. ”

"Amitabha. ”

"Where are you taking me, what do you want me to do—a monk. ”

"Take you back where you need to be, do what you have to do. ”

"Where should I go back, and what should I do?" Li Yang's brows jumped, and he slashed on the ground with the remnant sword in his hand.

As soon as the monk's hands were closed, a Buddha's light poured out of his body, and his hands had made a hundred handprints, which were then printed on the back of the king's steward. The king's steward opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

Li Yang stood up: "I'll go with you, can you guarantee that my cultivation in the future will be the same as yours?"

"Yes. The monk opened his eyes, and a Buddha seal flashed in his eyes.

"I promise you. ”

"Amitabha. The monk bowed to Li Yang and folded his hands, "Little junior brother." Let's go. ”

"It's going to be called my little junior brother so soon, monk, don't scare me. ”

The monk was dressed in a gray monk's robe, walked in front, and then turned back: "Little junior brother, what are you doing there in a daze." ”

"My legs are weak and I can't walk. Li Yang stared at Steward Wang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the wound on his abdomen had been medicated by the monk and wrapped in a white cloth, "Leave him here, is it appropriate for us to leave like this?"

"Little junior brother, don't worry! he will wake up after half a pillar of incense, and if he encounters a crisis, he will wake up early. ”

"Yes!" Li Yang walked up to Steward Wang, wrote a line on the ground with his sword, and then turned around and followed the monk to the distant forest, gradually blending into the green.

"Big bald head, when can I start cultivating?"

"When you go back to the temple, you can start cultivating. ”

"So fast, what are you asking me to be a monk for?"

"What are you cultivating for?" the monk asked rhetorically.

"Promised a person. Li Yang looked down at the burden strap in his arms.

"It seems that this person is very important to the little junior brother! can make the little junior brother make up his mind to take refuge in my Buddha, and the monk hopes to have the opportunity to meet him next time. ”

Li Yang walked behind him and was silent.

"How far do you have to go?"

"It's going to take another 10 years like this. ”

"Monk, you're kidding me!"

"No, when your mind is calm, you will go to the temple. ”

"I'm going to bite you to death. Li Yang, who was lying on the monk's shoulder, opened his mouth and gnawed at the monk's big bald head, and his teeth and bald head were dry - a metallic "Qiang Qiang" sound.

"Oops! Monk, how is your head harder than iron? ”

"Little junior brother, monk, I have practiced "Vajra Gong", and my head is as strong as Vajra. ”

"Bah Bah Bah~~~"

......

After half a pillar of incense, the steward king next to the giant pit opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The giant wolf lay beside him and barked softly at him, his head brushing his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm fine......" Steward Wang, who stroked the hair on the top of Chi'er's head, looked down and saw a line of words on the ground:

I'm fine, I've already left with the monk, don't worry.

It seems that this stinky boy was still taken away by the monk. What does it mean that the monk deliberately snatched this stinky boy? I have to go back to the sect immediately to report this matter, hoping that the sect's actions can take this stinky boy back. ”

"Chi'er, let's go back to the sect. The steward turned over and sat on the wolf's back, and the giant wolf galloped away into the distance, causing a hurricane in the woods.

The black shadow cleaved through the forest and slashed into the distance.