"Oh~um~ tap!"

A "fascinating" voice came from the room below him, causing Li Que to smile bitterly and lower his head, and the old man of the Xiao family's iron guard, who had been standing still like an ascetic beside him, sighed. Reading artifact. YAnKuAi.

"County Lord, your heart is moving again! Your heart never settles! ”

"Xiao Lao, then you never told me, why do you want to study Buddhism?" These days, almost the entire Lhasa temple has gone away, the Buddha has also worshipped, the Ben has also worshipped, and the Brahmin has also worshipped, and following this old man surnamed Xiao, a worship is a day of meditation, so many days, Li Que really can't help it.

"I want to learn kung fu in battle, the ability to kill people, why do I want to learn Buddhism?"

Listening to Li Que's series of questions, the wry smile became even stronger, and the old man surnamed Xiao also spread his hands: "County Lord, the King of Min entrusted you to the old man, and the old man also took the liberty to ask, eighteen classes of martial arts, why do you want to learn milling?"

The so-called milling is a small spear, similar to a throwing gun, but shorter and heavier, for the unique stunt of Xiao Moke, a famous general of Southern Chen, relying on this stunt, Xiao Moke once fought against Chen Zhu Chen Ba first and no one could stop him, and then repeatedly broke the Northern Qi, Northern Zhou, broke the army and killed the generals, once led twelve cavalry to chase and kill tens of thousands of troops in the Northern Qi Dynasty several miles away, and captured 46 generals such as Xiao Ke of the Northern Qi Dynasty in a war.

Until Xiao Moke was seventy-three years old, he followed the Han King Yang Liang to raise troops against the succession of Emperor Yang of Sui, on the battlefield, his name was still terrifying, which showed his victory in martial arts.

Eighteen kinds of martial arts, Li Jie's talents are really a lot, but after showing them one by one, Li Yuer fell in love with this milling at a glance, and after coming back, she has been practicing with this old man surnamed Xiao.

Don't look at this thin old man inconspicuous, he once followed Xiao Moke for the second half of his life, conquered most of China, and did not return home injured until the failure of the Han King Yang Liang's rebellion, and fought for most of his life, the old man even forgot his name, the Xiao family had so many officials, but none of them dared to despise it.

This time, Old Man Xiao asked very solemnly, which really made Li Que hesitate for a long time.

Suddenly, the delicate but calloused fists of the palms were clenched together, the silver mask reflected the silver moonlight, Li Quan's teeth gurgled, and a heartfelt grief and anger squeezed out from between his teeth.

"To kill someone!"

"Alone? Oh? Quite strangely shook his head, Old Man Xiao exhaled a sigh of emotion and commented: "Eighteen kinds of martial arts are learned, who is not to kill people?" Okay, now that you have answered the old man's question, the old man should also solve your doubts. ”

"When I followed the old general, the old man also wondered, why did the general go to the army and kill people, why did he believe in the ethereal Buddha, until one day, the general's words made the old man wake up."

"The general said: I don't believe in Buddhism, I appreciate the realm of the Buddha and enjoy the tranquility of the Buddha!"

This sentence made Li Qianyin's black eyes under the mask finally reveal a little clear.

On the battle array, swords come and go, earning is often a moment of life and death, the enemy general is often surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, if you want to take the head of the general in the million army, sometimes not only need the martial arts of being brave and good at fighting, but also need some special skills, such as bows and crossbows.

But immediately bumpy, swords and swords, even the archer may not guarantee a hundred shots, and the strength of the bow and crossbow can also be offset, sometimes there is only one chance, so Xiao Moke believes in himself more, believes in his own strength, and chooses an ancient weapon similar to a javelin.

Rely on your bravery to kill the enemy line, and then take the general's life within thirty steps.

But at this time, the second problem came again, throwing the milling machine requires the whole body strength, focusing all the spirit and energy on one point, and even there is no self in your own world, there is no chaotic bloody battlefield around you, only the milling in your hands and the target to be killed, this realm is not easy to do.

It just so happened that Buddhism was prevalent in the Southern Dynasties at this time, and Xiao Moke fell in love with the realm of Zen Buddhism.

"Do you forget yourself?"

Muttered a repetition, according to the previous state of mind when he went to the major temples to worship, Li Que Baoxiang solemnly meditated, and began to be quiet like a king of immovable Ming, emptying his heart, it seems that all the noise between heaven and earth has begun to go away, and the sound of cooing in the house below him no longer seems to be able to disturb a trace of waves in Li Que's state of mind.

Quiet as a Buddha, Li Que always held a milling hammer more than half a meter long in his hand, and the dark and sharp cast-iron chisel emitted a layer of silver cold light in the moonlight.

Looking at Li Que in this state, Old Man Xiao couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, but at this time, on the courtyard wall of the backyard of the Jokhang Temple, thirty or fifty black shadows suddenly turned in, and in an instant, Old Man Xiao's eyes stared at him as sharp as an eagle.

In fact, there were a lot of guards in the Fujian delegation on this trip, after all, they had to carry thousands of noble prisoners and transport dozens of carts of property, but there were not many people who were brought into the Jokhang Temple, and there were no soldiers and horses from other countries stationed in the capital of the country, so in the backyard of the Jokhang Temple, Qin Huaiyang only brought dozens of guards and servants.

Next to the Potala Palace, there are heavy Tibetan defenses, even the Fujian soldiers are a little lax, at the door, two soldiers leaning against the doorpost, chatting boringly, not paying attention to the two shadows behind them like ghosts.

Click~ Two sharp sounds, the sharp blade flashed, blood sprayed in the throat, and the two Fujian soldiers fell to the ground in shock. Smelling the smell of blood, a terrifying smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Guo Zhifeng waved his hand fiercely.

The backyard of the Jokhang Temple where Qin Huaiyang stayed was a three-entry courtyard, and at this time, in the largest room, the sound of oh oh ah was still rippling, and under the soft candlelight, the two bodies were close together.

However, it's not that Yankuai is short, Qin Huaiyang is lying down, exploring his strong back, and also exposing the bruises on the back of a cat, the polo championship is not so easy to win, after a hard day, he doesn't know how many bruises on his body, lying on his back, Li Xueyan's Qianqian Su hand is holding the ointment and constantly applying.

No matter how brave and resolute a man is, he is always relaxed in front of his beloved woman, so all kinds of pig-like screams continue to come out.

"Oh! Yes! Lady, be light! Your husband's bones will be broken! ”

Listening to his man's grinning teeth, while wiping, Li Xueyan was still pouting angrily: "Hmph, aren't you very capable today?" Where is the heroic energy of the day? ”

"Ability is shown to outsiders, in front of the lady, what are you doing with those disguises? Oops, tap! ”

There is no more beautiful love word than this, the corners of his mouth provoked a smile, although Qin Huaiyang was still screaming like this, Li Xueyan's hand was still unconsciously a lot lighter.

It took half an hour before he smeared the bruises and abrasions on Qin Huaiyang's body with medicinal wine, stretched his arms, and Li Xueyan planned to go to the side to blow out the lamp, but Qin Huaiyang suddenly grabbed her, and said with a smile: "Lady!"

"No, you're hurt like this."

"Don't worry, lady, I'm really locked the door this time, I can't let you be a knight once, I'll be a horse once!"

They are all young men and women, Li Xueyan's little hands rubbed together, Qin Huaiyang didn't react, it was no wonder, listening to his Langjun Huangyin's proposal, Li Xueyan's little face suddenly turned red, and she spat angrily.

"No way!"

"Okay!"

"No way!"

"Okay."

In the end, it was also a young man and woman, grinding and grinding, Li Xueyan was dragged up by Qin Huaiyang half-pushed, her clothes slowly peeled off, and she saw that a "wild horse race" was about to be staged.

Duh~

Suddenly, the window shook, and Li Xueyan was scared again, and screamed in a tragic voice: "Lang Jun, didn't you lock the door!"

Looking at the trembling crossbow arrows and arrows nailed to the bed, Qin Huaiyang's eyes straightened, and his expression quickly became extremely serious.

"Be careful!"

Roaring, Qin Huaiyang threw out the quilt violently, and at the same time hugged Li Xueyan and turned over and collapsed, the quilt that was scraped up flew into the air, and more than a dozen sharp arrows pierced it in the sound of searching, and the powerful strong bow actually nailed the quilt to the wall.

Covered with cold sweat, he picked up an embroidered shoe from the ground, Qin Huaiyang casually hit the butter lamp, and the oil lamp in the middle shook and fell to the ground, and the whole room suddenly went dark.

"Lean against the corner and don't move!"

Listening to Qin Huaiyang's whispered instructions, Li Xueyan nodded obediently.

The atmosphere didn't dare to breathe, and he didn't care about putting on his shirt, feeling the dark, Qin Huaiyang tiptoed towards the sword frame, seeing that the top horizontal knife was about to arrive, there were two pops behind him, the window was broken, and the assassin with a sharp blade in both hands broke in.

Unable to care about concealment any longer, he broke into front of the sword stand and grabbed the horizontal knife, taking advantage of the fact that the assassin who had not yet adapted to the darkness of the room, Qin Huaiyang directly stabbed him fiercely, and the compelling cold light disappeared in a flash, and with a snort, it pierced the abdomen of the person who came up.

The first assassin immediately fell to the ground, but before Qin Huaiyang could pull out the horizontal knife, there was a sudden chill behind his back, and a hot pain came suddenly.

The knife couldn't be taken care of, Qin Huaiyang directly threw the assassin's corpse over, and at the same time lowered his body to snatch the sword that fell to the ground, but at this moment, there was another bang from the opposite window, and the third assassin took turns to slash down with a horizontal knife.

Qin Huaiyang, who was in a panic and wanted to pick up the sword, suddenly weakened his arm.

In the afternoon, after all, he had spent too much strength, and his arms were sore, and he was out of strength at this time.

Seeing the oncoming sharp blade, listening to Li Xueyan's frightened and sharp scream, Qin Huaiyang closed his heart and roared unwillingly.

My life is at rest!

Puff~