Su Liu let go of the woman who was like a bamboo leaf, and the woman with red lips spread like a knife like a snake and charmed like a demon really didn't disappoint him, and the news of her had already come from Fat Chen a few days ago.

This woman was very vigilant, and when she turned the seventh alley, it happened to be outside the walls of that extremely prosperous mansion, and then her whole person disappeared as if it had evaporated.

"Feng Guogong's Mansion."

Su Liu smiled, and his heart was really the same as in the original shadow, and the other identity of the Wheel King was a little eunuch in charge of letters in the palace, hiding in the Feng Guo Mansion.

But Suliu didn't go to him, because he knew that as long as Rama's body was in his hands, the Wheel King would come to him himself sooner or later.

His steps were light, as light as falling raindrops. He stepped on this long bluestone-paved street, walking slowly and leisurely, like a swimming fish in the bustling crowd. It was between the downtown areas, and there was a tide of people coming and going, but no one could touch a piece of his clothes.

Many pedestrians looked at Suliu with a strange look, because it was drizzling at this time, and it was already rainy in Jiangnan, and it was also the rainy season at this time, which was not surprising.

There is nothing strange about Su Liu himself, he is dressed in purple, standing tall and dusty, and it can be seen that this is not an ordinary person with every gesture.

Every pedestrian with an umbrella would stop and look at him strangely, just because very few people didn't have an umbrella when it rained like this.

The world was quiet, and the drizzle soothed as relaxing as Suru's mood.

He has always been a person who can control his emotions very well, and he is also a person who does things very planned, but now his heart is empty and hazy, like a raindrop that slides into the air and falls into the river and ripples.

Suliu looked up, squinting to keep the raindrops from falling into his eyes, and he found himself at the stone bridge where he had seen the drizzle on the first night.

At this time, Bai Yujing no longer had more than a few days, he began to think of all the things he had experienced in this world, and he was stunned for a while, Su Liu looked at Shiqiao and muttered:

"I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, subject to five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, but I beg this girl to walk across the bridge."

Girlish. After meeting Su Liu, she was no longer the girl who would meet the love monk and the Kunlun heir on the bridge.

In the original book, she was obsessed with killing the sea and could not get out, and in the end, even if she eliminated her karma, she also harmed the lover monk.

But now she has followed Su Liu for nearly three months, and she has not killed anyone except the killer who came to chase her.

"Donor, it's raining."

A clear and mellow voice came from the bridge, and the sound was the same as the vicissitudes of the bluestone bridge.

Su Liu's pupils contracted suddenly, because his own five senses were far beyond ordinary people, and there were only a few people in this world who could lurk around him silently, and all of them were masters in the world.

He immediately thought that the gloomy eunuch had found him, but the eunuch's voice would never be so mellow and peaceful, it should be as sharp as an awl.

"So, is it the Shaolin Temple, the first Lu Zhu monk in martial arts and Buddhism for forty years?"

Su Liu raised his eyebrows, facing the drizzle, and saw the Mai monk on the bluestone bridge, and instantly knew everything in his heart, and said, "Great monk, even if it's raining, you don't have an umbrella?" ”

The monk is actually not big or small, just thirty-seven or eighteen, so he doesn't look too young, nor too old, it is a feeling of just the right amount of thick vicissitudes.

Lu Zhu's eyebrows were ordinary, but his eyes were brighter than ordinary people, he lowered his eyebrows and raised his eyes, and muttered: "The second purple-clothed marquis in the world is so young, I'm afraid that everyone in the rivers and lakes didn't expect it." ”

"I've been with you for almost three months, Rama's body has set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, killing a lot of people, please return the body of the Purple Marquis."

Su Liu's figure suddenly swept onto the stone bridge, and laughed: "Fake monk, do you drink?" I invite you to drink. ”

The monk frowned, looking very distressed, and said, "Since you know that I am a monk, how can you drink." ”

Su Liu smiled: "You can't drink, I've been here." ”

Monk Lu Zhu said casually: "It's okay to pass it, please see my knife by the Marquis of Ziyi." ”

After he finished speaking, he took out the knife, saying that it was a knife, but in fact it was just a long chopstick, but it was really a very strange thing that the chopsticks could be so long.

But with Su Liu's eyesight, how could he not know that this is an extremely clever knife technique, the speed of the 'knife' is not fast, and there is no killing intent at all, just like the vicissitudes of life at the corner of Lu Zhu's mouth and the gentle and kind smile.

However, if it's such a move, people can't resist it.

Su Liu's water sword in his hand groaned, he had already met the sword, and the forty-one water sword technique unfolded suddenly, and it was like rain and rain, and the two of them were transposed, and more than ten moves had passed in an instant.

"Rama's body, can it be mutilated and replaced?" The Suliu Water Sword hummed, and there were nine subsequent changes to this sword.

"Naturally not, with the wisdom of the purple-clothed marquis, in fact, he should have known that this is just a rumor on the rivers and lakes, in fact, what the purple-clothed marquis wants is nothing more than the secret of Rama's body, I will tell you, please don't damage the body of your predecessors."

Monk Lu Zhu spoke very fast, and said in a row: "Hide in the clumsiness, use the obscurity in the light, clear in the turbidity, bend for the stretch, enter the gods, return to the spirit of the void, to the life of the house, into the sea of qi, and then turn down the three vertebrae, so reciprocating, Rama is wonderful." Does the Marquis of Ziyi understand? ”

Monk Lu Zhu's words, like morning bells and dusk drums, hide the edge, the first half of the sentence is about the flaws of the water sword, but the second half of the sentence is a route of internal force operation.

Su Liu listened to it, raised his feet, and the whole person turned around like a spinning top and retreated more than ten steps, flashing a gentle knife that came to his face with a drizzle.

Su Liu's heart moved, and he decisively used the internal force of the iron smelter, and took the route that Monk Lu Zhu recited, and after a while, he was shocked to find that his body was a little lighter, and his internal force was a little purer.

"Ziyihou, it's the last knife."

Lu Zhu thought, suddenly out of the knife, this knife is very different, the momentum in it has broken through all obstacles, he with a thousand rays of light and Su Liu's water sword intersected dozens of times, and the two figures were wrong.

Su Liu retreated sharply, but he couldn't retreat, looking at a shallow knife mark on his chest, the knife mark was very long, and it was dragged upward, until it reached the bottom of his left cheek, and opened an extremely thin opening, this was the first time he had been injured like this in this world.

Monk Lu Zhu looked down at the sword light as soft and graceful as blue water, and said gloomily: "I didn't have time to stop her from killing again, but Ziyi Hou, you did it, you won, this is a kind martial art, Ziyi Hou don't use it to kill more." ”

"The rain seems to have stopped, I lost."

At this time, the drizzle stopped suddenly, and the bluestone bridge was slightly wet, like someone's tears.

"Since you are a monk, why do you have to bring hair again? People have all kinds of desires, so they have tasted the eight sufferings and cannot be liberated, so they sink into the sea of suffering, and the cycle of reincarnation does not stop, and I am already liberated. ”

Lu Zhu was just confused for a moment, and the next moment his eyes were as clear as water and he regained his clarity, and said to Su Liu: "The Zen machine has arrived, and in a few days, I will officially be ordained a monk." Purple Marquis, please don't forget what you promised me. ”

Su Liu nodded and said, "Monk Lu Zhu, this set of sword techniques of yours is very good, what is your name?" ”

This monk with thick beard and hair is no longer too young, looking back on the bridge, his eyes are still very bright, his hands are folded and he smiles slightly, like a Buddha holding a flower: "Ananda knife, there is no death." ”

PS: Thank you for the reward. The sword rain roll is slowly ending