Time passes bit by bit.? Bayi Chinese?? Net? ≤．

The sound of swords and swords outside the window has passed a few waves, and the zazen lying on the bucket arch in the house, some people who are in trouble don't know what to do?

The man outside the window was obviously an accomplice of the imp...... Partner...... Companion?

Zazen thought about it for a long time, and now he can only come up with some nouns that make him helpless - they are not good, which is even more helpless, don't make a move? Friend of the little ghost, it doesn't seem right not to save it, don't say whether the Buddha will blame him, that little ghost will. Although he didn't care what the Buddha thought, he didn't care what the imp thought...... But if the little ghost really saved his precious nephew, this is not a personal favor.

Or? Save!

No way! Zazen's huge head shook, and with his huge body, it really made people worry that Dougong would not be able to bear his weight and collapse.

Quiet and inactive...... Taoism is natural!

Bah!

This is the slogan of those bulls-nosed ways, zazen spit on themselves, closed their eyes weakly, and did not look at ...... If you don't look at it, you'll be fine.

The old man outside the window is really powerless in the face of these dragon guards, as an archer who shoots spears, he has lost his geographical advantage, and he has more worries, so he really can't take advantage of it. Although he is a wolf cub in the Western Wilderness, although he is the eighteenth rider of the Cangying, although he is the kind of ruthless person who does not want to die, but he is ruthless, he is ruthless, in the face of so many dragon guards, it is really difficult to defeat four hands with two fists.

But...... Even if he can't beat it, the eighth child hasn't snorted, what kind of pain has not been experienced by the eighteenth rider of Cangying, what kind of life and death have not been seen, even if the head falls off, he will never say a word.

"Dead gnomes, it won't be really wasted."

This is the only thing Lao Ba has ever said, because although his mind is clear now, his eyes are about to dissipate, especially the wounds on his body, blood is constantly dripping, and the whole courtyard is red under the lights.

"Master!"

After Lao Ba said this, he smiled, looking at the dragon guards who were swarming up, Lao Ba had already thrown down the longbow in his hand, ready to have a jade burn with these people.

Right now......

"Amitabha! Good, good, good! ”

A Buddha horn sounded, and all the dragon guards stopped the swords in their hands, not that they wanted to put away the swords, but at the same time that the Buddha horn sounded, all the dragon guards were cold behind them, as if a butcher knife was put on their necks.

"Monk!"

After Long Wei, an old eunuch walked out, saying that he was a eunuch, but it was more like a monster! It looks horrible.

"With such a clear breeze and bright moon, why bother with knives and guns."

"Old monk! This is a matter in the palace, you are a monk...... It doesn't seem to work! ”

Zazen squinted and smiled, pointed to the sky, and shook his head again. The old eunuch did not speak, but looked at Zazen, the eunuch did not know the origin of the monk, but the monk knew the origin of the eunuch.

"Who are you?"

"Monks?"

"Which mountain? Which temple? Which Buddha? Which number? ”

The old eunuch asked four questions in a row, Zazen smiled slightly, and his wrinkled face was filled with an unfathomable smile: "West Tianshan, Supreme Temple, Future Buddha, Amitabha!" ”

Number...... Amitabha?

The old lady listened to these mysterious and mysterious words, and smiled inwardly: "Since it is the future Buddha, then see you in the future." ”

The old eunuch stretched out his hand and pressed it with a false step, and Zazen knew that this was going to be a fight.

I couldn't help but want to scold my mother, but Zazen still suppressed the anger in my heart very gracefully, what kind of thing without birds, it's all like this to give you face, do you have to fight?

The old eunuch held his breath, activated his true qi, and the violent breath surged out of his body, replacing the knife with his hand, and slashed forward. A palm split, as fast as lightning, unexpectedly, in a moment, Zazen took a step back, the right shoulder slanted, and the old eunuch's palm power failed. The shoulders and elbows were quickly lifted by Zazen's feet, and before he could think about it, the old eunuch supported the ground with his right hand, twisted his body like a spinning top, and stepped on the door of Zazen with his heavy feet. But, again, a little bit.

In the short confrontation between the two, the old eunuch took the lead, and Zazen had not yet invoked his true qi, and in this way, the old eunuch was still beaten in embarrassment. It's annoying.

The old eunuch slowly took two steps forward, and suddenly withdrew his right foot, even though the old eunuch was conceited and invincible, but after a few moves, he also knew that the monk in front of him was by no means an ordinary person, and he could make him, a martial artist in the late stage of the Nine Veins, have no power to fight back, there are such people in this world, but there are definitely not many. At the very least, there will be no more than three in this palace.

The old eunuch handed it forward with his left hand, "Please advise." ”

Zazen is not too serious, and stands arrogantly.

The old eunuch's left hand is grasping, his right hand is a fist, supplemented by the whole body's anger, and the fierce palm technique is extremely brutal in the air, swift as electricity, devouring the common people. And the fat zazen, moving like a rabbit, like a swimming dragon, dodged his brutal palm every time. After a long time, the two of them went back and forth, fighting in the dark and narrow courtyard, but zazen was still easy. It's just an old eunuch, his whole body is exhausted, and he is seriously injured in several places, and he looks miserable.

……

At night, there are no stars in the sky, and every family returns to the door, only the flower boats and brothels along the river are still lively, enjoying a happy life in the prosperous peace. Dignitaries and nobles, listen to songs, drink, make poems, and occasionally hug a flower girl to be happy all night. The faint crows along the road were lying in the tall trees, and Li Yanqi looked at the dead and silent flowing water of the river embankment, and the smell of decay was permeated everywhere, just like a turbidity in the darkness of the corner.

At this time, her eyes kept looking at the letter in her hand, and she was still worried about Mo Fei in the palace. What's even more entangled is that when she wanted to ask Mo Fei about her childhood many times, the words came to her mouth but closed up, both afraid of disappointment and afraid of being at a loss at first sight.

The cave in the chamber seemed to become very dark, and the damp smell permeated the surroundings, with the occasional unknown squeaking sound, which seemed very abrupt, and the smell of decay came from the depths, which was even more desolate.

The cold sweat on Mo Fei's head gradually flowed, and his breath gradually increased, and in that portrait, Mo Fei seemed to hear a murmur from afar. The person in the portrait is Mo Xiyan, Mo Fei knows, but this is the first time Mo Fei has hallucinated when he faces Mo Xiyan's portrait. And what made him even more palpitating was that the illusion actually dug deep into his inner origin, although he didn't know whether the things in the illusion were true or false, but ...... Those are all very likely things to happen.

I don't know how long it took, the girl next to Mo Fei also fell into a fantasy realm, and what was strange was that the words that the girl whispered turned out to be the words he heard in his sleep when he was a child.

A painting...... It seems to connect everything into a clear thing, but it seems to form a fog, which makes Mo Fei more confused.