The Great Thursday One Hundred and Eighty Temple, including the Green Pothos Zen Temple, was actually in just a few days, the jade statue of Channa was destroyed, the Zen Temple was disbanded, and the monks returned to the world, either joining the rest of the sects, or settling somewhere to continue to promote the scriptures of goodness in a small area, or they grew hair and were no different from ordinary residents or people in the rivers and lakes.

"Eight hundred and eighty-one, eight hundred eighty-two, eight hundred and eighty-three!!"

On the top of the cliff in the twilight, a boy with a powerful eyebrow is holding a long knife and slashing it down over and over again.

Sweat washed his sideburns, but instead of draining his strength, it made his eyes brighter and chilling, like a focused tiger.

His arms were already stiff, and they were now supported by a lot of perseverance.

If there are people from Chang'an City here, they will definitely recognize this boy as today's son, Xia Zheng.

He stared coldly at the man standing on the edge of the cliff, who was looking out over the valley in early summer, wondering what he was thinking.

Xia Zheng thought, if he stepped forward silently and pushed it, would this Shenwu King fall off the cliff and die?

This thought had just been born, that is, it was annihilated, but it turned into an even more fierce slash, whistling in the mountain wind blowing horizontally.

"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two..."

His voice was like the low cry of a wounded beast.

"Uncle Huang, a thousand knives, it's done!"

Xia Zheng gasped and looked at the man at the end of the cliff, the queen mother didn't know what nerves she had, she had to ask the emperor to learn martial arts after retiring from the dynasty, and then begged King Shenwu for most of the day, and the latter agreed to teach the little emperor martial arts, so there was this scene.

It's just that King Shenwu doesn't give exercises, doesn't teach luck methods, but just takes the little emperor to the mountain where Chang'an has been swung his sword twice a week.

"Well, the next time, it's five days away. ”

Xia Guang nodded, the little emperor clenched his fists, and then turned to leave, and was immediately greeted by a group of guards and eunuchs who had been waiting for a long time on the mountainside, and then returned to the palace.

Xia Zheng didn't get into the carriage until he got into the carriage and closed the curtain, and the two little palace maids in the carriage came over and pinched his shoulders and beat his back, the emperor stretched his body and felt the soreness of his muscles, to be honest, he really couldn't like this Shenwu King.

I don't know why?

I just don't like it.

Although this mood does not make him stupid and do something irreparable.

"Why is the Shenwu King so strong?"

Xia Zheng asked an unanswered question, "Before I was born, I heard that he could lift a pair of golden lions weighing 3,000 catties at the age of five, and at the age of six, he could kill the White Lotus Sect, and save his father from the hands of a group of traitors. Three thousand were killed on the Fengchan platform, the rivers and lakes were killed on the Jiangnan Road, and the west gate of the capital alone blocked the army from the west, and finally fought like a god on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Why?"

The Son of Heaven wants to become stronger, the more he thinks about it, the more he surpasses his limits every day, the more he can't understand, even if he is living in a crazy posture every moment of the day, it is impossible to even see the back of that man.

At that moment, the carriage seemed to have been crushed against a sharp stone.

The click stopped.

Xia Zheng threw himself forward, and happened to throw himself into the arms of a palace maid who was rubbing his legs, originally angry, but the rubbing of warm fragrant nephrite and silk made him feel a strange feeling, so that this anger was temporarily suppressed, and he opened the curtain and was about to ask.

But I saw that the atmosphere was strange and abnormal.

The leader of the guards was raising his hand to signal to stop his advance, and looked up to wish, only to see the birds flying, hovering over the forest without falling.

"Alert! Circular formation, protect the Son of Heaven. ”

The head of the guards said in a serious voice, and at the same time nodded to the two of them, "Go back the way you came, and inform Lord Shenwu King." ”

At this time, more than an hour had passed from the top of the cliff, and the path was far away.

"Are there any assassins?"

Xia Zheng snorted coldly, he was not panicked, but roared angrily like a young lion.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, your subordinates..."

Before the words fell, an arrow suddenly shot in the distance, and the guard was also a master, and between luck, a faint layer of true qi appeared above the right hand, and it was shot out with a loud shout, and at the same time, the left hand pulled the big shield from the side of the horse, and suddenly turned up.

Sou...

The arrow scraped through the guard's palm, not only penetrating the qi, but also leaving a bloody mark on the palm print.

"Drink!"

The shield in the guard's left hand had been moved by his left hand, blocking him, and at the same time, he reacted unpleasantly, and stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and went backwards.

When the assassin attacks, the target must be the Son of Heaven, and since it is a bow and arrow shooting, then it is necessary to get close to the guard.

It's just that... The power of this assassin is great.

Luckily, I brought a shield with me.

While!!

The arrow was shot at the shield.

The force came, and then it directly broke through the steel and poured into the chest of the head of the guard.

"This..."

The leader of the guards stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the power of the arrow.

It's just that it's too late.

In the last scene, I saw a figure wearing a snow-white robe embroidered with a white lotus pattern, slowly walking out of the side of the forest, and at this time he was pulling out the second arrow from the quiver.

The figure is not burly, but the arms are in fully enclosed gloves, which looks unusually thick, like the muscular arms of a three-meter horizontal man are installed on the girl's body, full of a sense of disobedience.

"Protect the Emperor!!"

The leader of the guards let out a final roar, but his figure had fallen back, and when he looked up, he saw that the twilight sky was full of shadows.

It's a rain of arrows.

Thousands of figures in white lotus robes walked out from both sides, either holding bows and arrows or holding repeating crossbows.

"We're running out of time!"

Next to the white shadow with the thick arms, a voice wrapped in a black lotus robe shouted.

Burst crossbows, twelve rounds at a time.

The group of white lotuses shot at a rapid pace as if they were intersecting, and then they drew out their weapons at their waists and rushed towards the carriage.

The horses had already been shot into hedgehogs, and only a few remaining guards were barely in front of the carriage.

Inside the car, Xia Zheng's body suddenly trembled.

The heart is also beating wildly.

He had already recognized the person, so he held back a few words between his teeth: "White Lotus Sect!"

Xia Zheng was still a child after all, his hands were shaking, but he snorted coldly, and smashed a punch directly on his trembling hand, and then bent his body, and actually took out the long knife he had just practiced from the carriage.

The heart was beating wildly, but his face was not moving, but the iron was terrifying.

Look at the two little palace maids again, their faces were already as pale as dirt, and suddenly another sharp arrow directly pierced through the wall of the carriage, and with a whoosh, it penetrated through the back of a palace maid's head, and then pierced out from the forehead, with blood and brain, and swept past Xia Zheng's ear, and was directly nailed to the wooden board on the other side of the carriage before stopping.

Xia Zheng trembled, his face turned red, his eyes were red, and the threat of death had never been so imminent.