The beggar's cruel and cold gaze was full of dead silence, and the wooden stick in his hand stabbed towards Hu Xiaoliu's heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Hu Xiaoliu didn't die after all, a blood-red ice flower floated on his chest, blocking the dark blue wooden stick that thorned in. The beggar looked at the ice flower in front of him in horror and shouted incredulously, "Impossible!

The natal path is the Mahayana path among the cultivators, and only a few extremely gifted people in the monastic path can perceive its roots and then transform into their own natal paths, which is the difference between Mahayana and Hinayana in the realm of monasticism, and how many people have stopped at the state of transformation throughout their lives is also the reason for this.

Cultivation is a journey to find the way in the barren mountains, and if the path of the natal is condensed, it is like having an axe in the hand, and the road to the barren mountains is no longer fearless. Although diligence can make up for shortcomings, talent is still very important.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled hard, and blood kept coming out of his mouth: "Hehe. Grandpa I. But genius. He couldn't help coughing violently, the blood-colored ice flower trembled slightly with his movements, and the cold air had frozen the beggar's feet on the green bricks, and he couldn't move the slightest.

Hu Xiaoliu smiled hard, raised his only left hand that could still move, gently pushed the ice flower out of his chest, and slowly floated towards the beggar in front of him. Like a fledgling that had just learned to fly, the ice flower flew forward slowly and even clumsily, and finally landed on the chest of the immobile beggar, and gently slammed into his chest and shattered.

The beggar instantly formed an ice sculpture and died.

There was still an unbelievable look of horror in his eyes, but he just lost his look. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the bridge, and the ice sculpture shattered suddenly, turning into a grain of ice slag the size of sand, and not a drop of blood was seen.

Old Ghost Li finally led people to the mouth of the alley.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the ice slag at his feet and the old ghost Li in front of him, smiled brightly, and finally fainted.

The rain is still falling, the rainy season in July is always delightful and annoying, Jiang He closed his eyes and let the raindrops hit his face, his mind echoed the battle just now, he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, it's good to be alive.

On July 15, a night rain enveloped the entire city of Kyoto.

In this night rain, a man's head fell, like a ripe loofah falling on the dirt with a dull crashing sound.

In this night rain, a small tributary of the Fu River was stained red with blood, and at the confluence with the Nanhe River, it was clearly distinguished.

In this night rain, the eight leaders of the Black Tiger Gang, five of them died, and they fled, and since then there has only one gang in Kyoto City, the White Dragon Gang.

It was also during this night rain that three monks died in this alley without even a name.

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The rainy night continued, and the alleys finally returned to silence, and the sound of the rain was like thunder.

After a long time, a baby's cry came from the house behind the alley, followed by the barking of dogs, and after a long time there was the creak of a window opening a crack...

The rain fell quietly on the streets and three stone bridges at the entrance of the alley, and the blood stains were slowly washed away by the rain, and then rolled into the slowly flowing Fu River with the rain.

Maybe tomorrow morning, it will still be the same small street and old stone bridge, but a wall in the alley was washed down by the rain last night, but this noisy and lively West Market has changed its rent collector since then.

No one knew that in this alley, there was a snowfall last night.

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Jiang He finally woke up, covered in countless plasters and gauze, and a young man sat in front of his bed.

"Master Jiang, are you awake?" Seeing Jiang He wake up, the guy immediately stood up and said respectfully.

Jiang Ye: Are you calling me?

Jiang He felt that he hadn't woken up yet, but as soon as he moved, the huge pain in his body made him grin for a while.

"Hey, hey. Jiang Ye, don't move, leave it to me if you have any orders. The young man nervously pressed Jiang He to the head of the bed.

Jiang He finally stopped struggling, and lay on the bed and whispered, "Come and drink some water." His throat was as dry as if he had swallowed a fish bone, and the words he said already made him feel like he had been punctured in his throat.

Then, Jiang He felt like a vegetative person. The young man took the water and fed it to his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang He drank the last sip of water, feeling a lot better in his throat, and he called out softly, "Man, what's your name." ”

The young man who put down the bowl hurriedly rushed to the bed again and replied seriously: "Ergou!"

"Uh... Two dogs. I ask you something, and you tell me the truth. ”

Ergou was a little puzzled, but he still straightened his waist and waited for Jiang He to ask.

"Did the doctor say I was in a vegetative state?"

Ergou was stunned, "Jiang Ye, who is it?"

"Vegetative people. ”

"Who is a vegetative person?"

Jiang He rolled his eyes, and he didn't blame this guy for not understanding this strange term, he paused again and reorganized his language: "Did the doctor say I can get out of bed?"

Ergou took a serious look at Jiang He, and then replied, "No!"

A huge thunderbolt crossed the river in his mind, and he stared blankly at the beam of the roof, a huge pillar across the roof supporting the huge roof, and now, this beam is broken...

Ergou continued: "The doctor said that it would take at least ten days to get out of bed. ”

Jiang He's tearful eyes suddenly came with a burst of light, and the pillars on the roof suddenly returned to their original state.

Jiang He snorted, turned his head to look at Ergou who was standing respectfully in front of the window, and said softly: "Ergou, do you know what I hate the most?"

Ergou was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"What I hate the most ... It's the kind of person like you who never finishes talking!" Jiang He roared, startling Ergou, "Now, disappear in front of my eyes immediately!"

"No, the ghost has commanded, I have to stay here. Ergou shook his head and resolutely denied it.

"Why don't you go, my sword, my sword!!" Jiang He's head shook vigorously like a rattle.

Ergou looked at Jiang He and thought to himself that this Jiang Ye is really a strange person. That's right, only a strange person can become such a master, and he can only be a junior brother after all.

Jiang He shook his head happily, once again feeling how beautiful life was.

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In the palace of Lord Yushi, Wu Qingming was kneeling at the table, holding a black chess piece in his hand, a chessboard was placed on the table, and a piece of incense burner was wafting green smoke, he stared at the chessboard tightly, and the chess pieces in his hand did not know where to fall.

Wu Xiaobei knelt opposite and waited for him quietly.

"Dad, you lost this game again. ”

Wu Qingming smiled awkwardly, pinched the chess pieces and said, "One more game, I will definitely win this time." ”

"Nope. Okay, I'll let me out after three wins. You've lost seven games in a row. Wu Xiaobei said seriously.

The white son on the chessboard has an absolute advantage, and the black child is pitifully lingering in the corner.

Wu Qingming stroked his beard, and then said, "Let's have another game, and if you win this game, you will be allowed to go out." ”

"Not coming. This chess book lends you. Wu Xiaobei picked up a chess game from behind him and put it on the table, and stood up.

Wu Qingming hurriedly stood up and grabbed Wu Xiaobei and said, "Good daughter, listen to me." ”

"Something happened last night and it's too dangerous to go out now. In two more days, I will accompany you out when Hu Xiaoliu is healed. ”

Wu Xiaobei was stunned, stared at Wu Qingming and said, "What happened last night, why was Hu Xiaoliu injured?"

Of course she knew who Hu Xiaoliu was, and Hu Xiaoliu's cultivation would be injured, so something big must have happened last night.

Wu Qingming didn't want to explain too much, and replied softly: "Just now, your master also sent a letter to ask you to prepare for the Qingteng Conference. Also, your senior sister will probably be in Kyoto in a few days, and it's not too late to go out after these days. ”

Wu Xiaobei also stopped when he heard the words of the Qingteng Conference, and there were ten days left before the Qingteng Conference, and he almost forgot about it...