Rivers and lakes...... A world that is both distant and real. [Full text reading. 】

But the rivers and lakes ...... Just a place that doesn't go into the stream. There are people who practice martial arts and cultivate the pulse, but they are some local chickens and dogs at the end. The rangers who wander the world there are hungry prodigals...... The rivers and lakes are just places where temples sneer.

For thousands of years, those blood-boiling legends and the chaotic martial arts world of martial arts only exist in the script. Those martial arts masters in the world, even martial arts masters, are nothing more than Erer in the face of millions of armies and the powerful butcher's knife of the court.

The martial arts cultivation of the Eighteen Horsemen is not the pinnacle of the world, but the degree of tacit understanding and ruthlessness of these eighteen people is definitely comparable to very others. In the face of these fifty dragon guards, Lao Bayi may have no power to fight back without the support of the terrain, but when all the eighteen horsemen of the Cangying are all together, or some of them, the strength they often burst out is undoubtedly terrifying.

Even when Mo Fei was out of the Western Wilderness, when he issued a task to the Eighteen Horsemen, the second child rode on the donkey upside down and asked casually: "Yaya was taken away by you, and he is not there, how tall can we fight with sixteen people who are dead?" ”

"How tall? Probably high! ”

After Mo Fei finished speaking, facing the loess of the Western Wilderness, he ignored the second child riding on the donkey and looked at the pale sky, and a smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Fei and Yaya walked a long way before they said to themselves: "If you are willing to work hard, the birth of a martial arts master, what can you do with us?" ”

The eighteen horsemen of Cangming have not tasted defeat, and the eighth man clearly knows in his heart that at this time, he looked at Zazen standing in front of him without moving. Although I was a little annoyed that I couldn't do anything, after this frustration, there was no frustration of self-esteem.

The old eunuch panted and looked at the big monk in front of him, his eyes showing a little solemnity.

……

In the quiet and deep alleys, in the night, the barking of dogs can be heard clearly.

An old man wearing a hat and a hat walked leisurely from the alley, the old man was wearing a green shirt, the green shirt was a little rough, without a trace of luxury and luxury.

The old man in the green shirt was holding a slender bamboo pole in his hand, his steps were very slow, but it seemed to shrink into inches, as if he had just moved lightly on the ground, and he had already stepped out of the three feet.

"Who are you? Hold it! ”

In the alley, the barracks soldiers on night patrol shouted, which was even more abrupt in the barking of dogs.

The old man in the green shirt did not speak, did not even look up, but just took a step forward, and as soon as the soldier saw a flower, he found that the old man in the green shirt was walking behind them with a bamboo branch. The soldier rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had met a ghost, so he screamed in fright and ran away.

The old man in the green shirt waited for the soldiers to leave, and under the hat, between the white temples and the skinny face, a pair of seemingly indifferent eyes narrowed slightly. Look out at the starry palace under the night sky.

"Little monk! Do you remember me? ”

The old man in the green shirt smiled slightly and disappeared into the alley.

……

"Bald donkey! Don't be ignorant! ”

The old eunuch's eyes looked at the treasure house behind him, and he kept thinking about who had entered the treasure house, and what was even worse was that the strength of the old monk in front of him was really a little terrifying.

"Amitabha, donors, leave quickly."

Zazen seems to only say this, and it is said as a matter of course, without the consciousness of intruding into someone else's place at all.

The old eunuch gestured to Long Wei, Long Wei set up the Seven Xuan Killing Array, and the old eunuch pinched his fingers by mistake, and said: "Old bald donkey, since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you." If you can't bear it for a while, beg for mercy, look at your dead pig-like body and bones, the miscellaneous family is happy to give you a knife and become a member of our dragon guard. ”

Zazen scratched his buttocks, which had not been scratched just now, and smacked on the ground, not at all like the monk just now. Although Zazen was adopted by the master since childhood, grew up in the empty mountain, and experienced the influence of Buddhism every day, but in the end, it was cultivated a stubborn and scoundrel character. In the past, when I didn't go down to the empty mountain, I just played between the mountains and rivers, and later with Mo Xiyan went down the empty mountain, after coming into contact with the chaos and prosperity of the world.

The people have not learned the sophistication of the world, but they have learned a lot of some vulgar words among the market hooligans, and when they saw that the old eunuch was about to move their real character, Zazen scolded: "Niang Xipi...... You gelding, something without eggs, Lao Tzu wasted so much saliva to let you go, and you didn't listen. You're fucking still kicking your nose in the face, your mother's, really have a good temper!? Today, Lao Tzu not only let you lose the eggs, but also let your chrysanthemums burn ......"

After scolding Zazen, he flicked the dirt in his fingernails, put his hands together, and suddenly said seriously: "Amitabha, poor monk...... It's time to kill! ”

After the old lady listened, she couldn't help it for a long time, and rushed up with Long Wei.

Zazen smiled kindly, but ...... King Kong is angry, and the Futu Tower is broken!

Zazen, which seemed to be a scoundrel in the market just now, at this moment, the Buddha's true qi in his whole body overflowed, and the golden light true qi behind him condensed, as if a golden light Buddha was behind Zazen.

Zazen opened his palms and continued, "Good, good! ”

A word falls, a palm falls.

The old eunuch saw that the brazen palm seemed to be wrapped in the power of heaven and earth, and the old eunuch knew that his strength was limited, so he quickly retreated. But those dragon guards did not have such good luck, and after the palm of Zazen fell, in an instant, several corpses exploded, and blood mist sprayed into the entire courtyard.

At this moment, there is no empty mountain monk to save the bodhisattva heart of the dawn of the world, and on the blood-stained sleeve robe, it is like a Buddha who has fallen into the devil's path, climbing from the nasal path to the human road.

"Bald donkey, you don't want to be rampant!"

The old eunuch was terrified to the extreme, and in addition to thinking about the solution in his heart, he was still thinking about who could let such a big man stay here after entering the treasure house.

"Are you the zazen of the empty mountain?"

It is no wonder that the old eunuch only found out at this time that the monk in front of him was zazen, but the empty mountain has not been born for many years, and many people are about to forget the existence of the empty mountain.

"You eggless gelding, you still have a bit of knowledge. But...... You provoked Lao Tzu, it's too late. ”

The old eunuch is miserable now, even if he doesn't know this old monk, he knows that he is not a person who can handle it with common sense.

With a wave of the zazen robe, the dragon guards on both sides couldn't help but retreat, and the two hands of zazen knotted forward. The palms of the two hands suddenly condensed into a fist, Futu fist? Luohan Boxing?

When the old eunuch saw the punch coming, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move at all.

Seeing that this punch was getting closer and closer, at this moment, an angry roar came: "Little monk! ”

"Bang ......"

Zazen punched out, but it didn't hit the old eunuch.