"Why is it that I have never seen in you the compassion that you monks talk about all day long? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the shadow of the stick, Wang Chan slowly raised his head, his gaze was deep, like substance.

Those monks only felt that their eyes were dark, and the iron rods in their hands had been shattered together, and then a strong wind struck, and they were thrown out one after another.

The person was still in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

More than a dozen figures fell heavily on the snow, losing their breath in an instant.

Only the leading monk was left standing in place, looking at Wang Chan in horror, as if he had seen the legendary evil ghost.

Eliminate the demon guard, then you have to have this ability.

The monk didn't say a word, turned around and was about to leave. But as soon as he turned around, he saw the smile on the corner of his mouth that made people shudder.

The reason why Wang Chan spared his life was naturally something to ask.

I saw two deep rays of light suddenly shoot out of his eyes, and when the monk saw it, he immediately stood in place as if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

"What's your name?"

"The poor monk's name is Burda. ”

"Is the monk king you just mentioned the Golden Wheel Dharma King, why did he arrest Lu Wushuang?"

"The monk is not the Golden Wheel Dharma King, our monk king has taken a fancy to this girl surnamed Lu and wants to climb to bliss with her. I saw that the monk, that is, Burda's eyes were hollow, and he replied truthfully.

At this time, Lu Wushuang stepped forward, and when he heard this, his pretty face couldn't help but become extremely cold. If it weren't for Wang Chan, I'm afraid that the monk in front of him would have been hacked to death a long time ago.

"Isn't it the Golden Wheel Dharma King?" Wang Chan frowned slightly, when did the Mongolian Tantra have another monk king.

"Well, now Mongolia's national teacher is no longer the Golden Wheel Dharma King, but the Yangcuo monk from Huanxi Temple, and Huanxi Temple has also replaced Vajra Sect as Mongolia's first tantric sect. Lu Wushuang walked up to Wang Chan and said softly.

"What realm have you monk reached?" Wang Chan nodded, looked at the monk Bulda, and asked again.

As soon as Bulda was about to speak, his whole body suddenly convulsed, and his face became extremely distorted due to the excruciating pain. By the time Wang Chan wanted to come to the rescue, it was too late.

Looking at Burda's corpse, Wang Chan frowned slightly, he couldn't imagine that in the past three years, the entire Condor Plane would undergo such earth-shaking changes.

The light of the Buddha that he had seen when he was on the Smiling Plane resurfaced in his mind again, and he still remembered that Xiao Yucicada had sealed all the gold planes in order to protect him.

There must be some kind of connection between the two.

Wang Chan pondered for a while, looked up at Lu Wushuang, and said, "The girl is okay." ”

Lu Wushuang looked up at Wang Chan with red eyes, and slowly shook his head after a moment.

She wanted to ask Wang Chan if he was the little monk back then, but in the end she held back.

Wang Chan grabbed her hand, and an extremely pure true qi passed over.

The aura on Lu Wushuang's body slowly stabilized, and his pale pretty face also became bloody.

She looked up at Wang Chan, her eyes full of shock.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something, grabbed Wang Chan's hand tightly, and said urgently: "Go and save my cousin!"

"Cheng Ying?"

"Yes, Guo Daxia asked her to go to the Quanzhen Sect to ask for support, but the Quanzhen Sect has now become a lackey of the Mongols, and we must intercept my cousin when she arrives at the Quanzhen Sect. Lu Wushuang looked at Wang Chan and said anxiously.

Wang Chan glanced at Lu Wushuang, turned around and turned over on his horse.

"Let's go, go to the Quanzhen Sect. ”

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Although Wang Chan couldn't see it on the surface, but in fact, the injuries on his body were already very serious, and he couldn't give full play to the strength of heaven and man at all, otherwise he would have taken Lu Wushuang for thousands of miles in an instant, and he still needed to ride a horse.

The two rode horses from the group of monks and galloped north.

Both horses are good horses and run fast.

The two of them traveled for three days in a row, and in the evening of this day, they finally arrived at a small town at the foot of the whole town.

Wang Chan glanced at Lu Wushuang and chuckled: "I've been on the road for three whole days, and I'm tired, let's rest for a while." ”

The two of them galloped for three days, almost no grain of rice was eaten, and they were too tired, Wang Chan was fine, and Lu Wushuang was already at the limit. At this time, he had already reached the feet of Quan Zhen, and in order to deal with the next situation, it was time to repair it, so Lu Wushuang did not object.

Wang Chan immediately found a tavern, ordered his men to cut a plate of beef, and took three catties of pancakes.

Lu Wushuang sat opposite Wang Chan, thinking of the situation that day, he still had palpitations, looking up at the warm face in front of him, there was always a feeling of unreality. As soon as she thought of this, she subconsciously reached out and pinched her thigh, and couldn't help but exclaim in pain.

"What's wrong?" Wang Chan looked at Lu Wushuang and laughed softly.

Lu Wushuang didn't reply, just shook his head vigorously.

Soon the beef and pancakes were delivered, and Lu Wushuang raised his chopsticks to eat, and his whole face was almost buried on the plate.

Looking at Lu Wushuang's cute appearance, Wang Chan shook his head with a smile and sighed lightly, "It's good to be young."

At this moment, I heard the neighing of horses outside the tavern, and someone shouted, "Who are these two horses??" with a Mongolian accent.

I saw a Mongolian officer with seven or eight soldiers, pointing to Wang Chan's mount and asking himself. The guy in the tavern was stunned, and hurriedly ran out, bowing and shouting: "Master Jun, my lord!"

Lu Wushuang was chased and killed by Mongolian monks for several days, and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, when he saw that someone was provoked, he immediately stood up and said loudly: "The animal is mine!

The Mongolian officer stared at Lu Wushuang and asked sharply, "Where did you come from?"

"It's my own! what's your business?" Lu Wushuang glanced at the officer and said coldly.

At this time, all the people north of Xiangyang had fallen into the hands of the Mongol army, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty were slaughtered and oppressed

The officer waved his hand and shouted, "Take it!" Seven or eight soldiers raised their swords and surrounded them.

The officer sneered, "Horse thief, the horses that really ate the heart and liver of the leopard and moved the battalion are coming, do you recognize it?" said as he opened the horse's hind legs, revealing the imprint of two Mongolian characters. It turned out that the Mongolian military horses were all branded, indicating that they belonged to a certain battalion and a certain unit for easy identification.

"Who said it was the Mongolian military horses? We like to put a few marks on the horses, is it a crime?"

The officer was furious, thinking that he had never seen such a strong maniac since he went south, so he grabbed it and reached out and grabbed Lu Wushuang's chest. Lu Wushuang sneered, hooked his left hand, grabbed his wrist with his backpalm, followed by his right palm, grabbed his vest, lifted his body high, made three spins in the air, and sent him outward.

The officer flew out involuntarily, and just fell into a porcelain shop, only to hear the sound of ping-pong and choking, and the porcelain shelves fell down one after another, and the dishes and utensils fell one after another, and the officer's whole body was cut by the porcelain shards and was drenched in blood, and he was crushed into the pile of porcelain, and he could get up there. (To be continued.) )