The sun rises and the morning comes. The arrival of early morning means that it will soon be noon, and noon in the desert comes very quickly, and before the time has come, the sun has already climbed into the middle of the sky, just as it has riveted its strength from the beginning, crawling in that direction.

It was a desolate camp in the desert, so desolate that it was inaccessible, but today, there are many people in this camp, people with knives and guns.

Those holding weapons are not necessarily warriors, and warriors may not be holding weapons, but all the people holding weapons in this camp are warriors, and they are warriors who come to participate in the Linglong event.

As a rare event in Yunzhou and even the entire southeast region, it naturally attracted a large number of spectators, so much so that the camp that no one cared about in Pingsuri was overcrowded today.

There was only one man in the camp who had no weapons, and if he wasn't armed, no one would suspect that he was hiding a weapon, because he was a monk.

It's not that monks don't carry weapons, the mad monks who once crisscrossed the southeast region also made a Zen staff with a thick bowl, but although the mad monk is a monk, he also brought a crazy word, but anyone with a crazy word, most of them have hideous faces, and the mad monk is no exception.

People who have seen him say that he is more like a butcher than a monk, but the monk who appeared in the camp really looked like a monk.

The moon-white monk's robe, rare spotless, with beautiful eyebrows and a crown like jade, if it weren't for the shiny bald head and the ring scar on the top of his head, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a turbid son.

But he is really a monk, a kind monk, with a rosary in his hand, his palms together, standing quietly in the crowd, people forward, he backwards, but no one can block his way, he is like a fish in water, shuttling through the crowd, and the movement of walking can always remain the same.

This is a strange monk, and if you listen carefully around him, you can hear that what he keeps saying is not a Buddha name, but "must not".

No one knows what he meant, not even many people heard him, he seemed to be regular, very honest, more regular and honest than the old monks in those big temples, and anyone who looked at him would sincerely admire: a good monk.

But according to the standards of a good monk, he is not a completely good monk, no one is perfect, and the phrase Jin Wu barefoot is especially suitable for him, when the girl who sells wine comes out, he opens his eyes suddenly, and is the first to walk up.

"A jug of wine, thank you. His voice was steady, and from the first word to the last, the tone seemed to be set in stone.

He shouldn't have been the same, because the way the wine girl looked at him had changed.

- Incredible, perhaps, but more of a sigh for the depravity of a good monk.

She didn't sigh, but her expression was telling.

"Two taels of gold. The girl said.

The water in the desert is very expensive, the wine is also very expensive, and the water is even more expensive than the wine, so most people choose to drink wine instead of drinking water, if the wine costs two taels of gold, the water may cost three taels; but there is no water of three taels of gold, no matter how expensive it is, it will not be expensive to three taels of gold, so the wine can not be sold for two taels of gold, and the girl who sells the wine just casually said a price, so that the monk will know the difficulty and retreat.

But the monk did not retreat, not only did he not retreat, but took out two taels of gold from the moon-white monk's robe and threw it into the girl's hand, but a pot of wine in the girl's hand flew into his hand.

The girl had an incredulous expression, she was sure that she was not distracted, and when she said the price of two taels of gold, she focused all her attention on the monk, but she still did not look at his movements, and if it were not for the fact that the wine had already reached his hands, she even suspected that the monk had not moved at all, because he seemed to be motionless.

The girl is not pretty, the very ordinary kind, and the woman who can live in the desert is either very beautiful and can rely on her beauty to make men smeher, or she is very ordinary and makes men completely uninterested.

The girl who sells wine is the kind of woman who makes men not interested, with a burnt face, sunken eyes, some obvious freckles on her face, and a mouth that is not pretty, too thin, and has no sense of sensuality;

But this is obviously not enough, no one cares about her, except for those guests who want to buy wine, but these people's attention is on the wine, not on her; if this girl appears in the water town south of the Yangtze River, if she dresses up a little, she can be called extraordinary; but in the desert, it will be a little embarrassing.

Desert men never look at women, they look at their breasts, they look at their buttocks, they look at their legs, they may occasionally look at their faces, but they never look at their eyes, but the monk in front of them stares into her eyes.

At the same time, she was also looking into the monk's eyes, she knew that her eyes were very beautiful and attractive, and this monk's eyes were not too much, the burning black pupils, black shiny, like black amber embedded in the white lake.

The girl's face turned red, she lowered her head shyly, and said softly: "Monk, I don't sell wine to you, the money will be returned to you, and the wine will be returned to me." ”

The monk smiled, and the corners of his mouth would complete the shape of a crescent moon when he laughed, and at the same time there was a kind of coldness of a crescent moon.

"But I have paid, and the money has gone to you, and the wine has reached mine, and now it is my wine. As he spoke, he expertly uncorked the bottle and poured it in.

Grunt, the monk drank like drinking water, without stopping, he drank a pot of wine in one go.

The girl was surprised and said, "Why did you drink it?"

The monk said, "Isn't the wine just for drinking? This wine tastes good, and all of them have drunk it," he pointed to all the warriors present, all of whom were holding a pot of wine in their hands, and the corks were opened, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, forming a piece.

Everyone's faces were flushed abnormally, and their actions became more and more unscrupulous, and some short-tempered warriors even pushed and fought.

At first, they restrained each other from fighting with their fists, but later they all used weapons, and the sound of dangdang was endless.

The people next to them didn't mean to convince them, but applauded vigorously, their pupils were red, like a fire burning in their eyes.

The girl shrunk her neck and lowered her voice: "Monk, you go, you won't be able to leave for a while." Her eyes flickered, glancing in all directions from time to time, like a frightened rabbit.

The monk laughed and said, "Why can't you go, there is no place in the southeast region where monks can't go." He also looked a little drunk, his cheeks were red, and his voice was slurred, but his beautiful eyes were still clear.

The girl was so anxious that she was about to cry, and pushed the monk and said, "Hurry up, go quickly, it's too late." But the monk's body is like a huge grinding plate, and she is not a donkey, so she can't push it.

"I beg you, monk, let's go. ”

The monk smiled: "You let me go all the time, do you know what will happen?"

The fighting was louder, and the smell of blood was in the air—people had already been injured or even dead, and the loud shouts were becoming more pronounced. Everyone's eyes turned crimson, and the sound of swords clashing was endless.

The girl suddenly said: "Okay, you don't have to go, you can't go, you are so pitiful, you have a chance to go, but in the end you chose to die." ”

A group of black-clothed masked men broke into the camp and killed people when they saw them; if it was normal, seven or eight people would be dead, and there were not three hundred warriors present, but two hundred, two hundred warriors would be powerful together, even the masters of the contemplation period would go around, but at this moment, no one came forward to accuse these people of indiscriminate killing of innocents, and even after the people on their backs fell, they still slapped their hands, and then the sound of slaps stopped abruptly, and they themselves were cut down.

Slaughter.

Killing without anyone stopping it.

It spread like locusts, and one by one the living fell and became private, and soon they were all dead, and among the corpses all over the ground, only the seven black-clothed women, the girl who sold wine, and the monk were still standing.

The monk didn't look at the black-clothed people, but the black-clothed people were looking at him, not only looking at him, but also slowly approaching him, holding a knife that was still dripping blood in his hand, and his eyes flashed with obvious killing intent.

A voice shouted: "Poisonous scorpion, why is he not poisoned?" It was the most special person in the black man who spoke, the others used the knife, he made the cane, the blade of the other person was stained with blood, but there was no blood on his cane; the others killed many people, he killed more, and the murderous aura on his body was stronger than the other six people combined.

By the way, he was shorter than the other six, and he was a camel, and he was a little lame when he walked, but only a little, and it did not affect his walking, and he was very fast, and soon came to the girl who sold wine.

The girl who sold the wine replied, "He gave me two taels of gold to buy wine." "It's hard to imagine a quiet girl being called a scorpion, but she is called a scorpion, and she is the most feared scorpion in the desert.

The camel sneered: "Two taels of gold will buy you to give him the antidote?"

The poisonous scorpion reprimanded: "The old lady is not poor enough to be bought by two taels of gold. She paused for a moment and added, "He drank alcohol, but he wasn't poisoned, and I don't know why." ”

The camel said, "Do you think I'll believe it?"

The poisonous scorpion stared at the camel's eyes and said coldly: "Is it necessary for the old lady to lie to you?"

The camel dodged the resentful gaze, and although the black cloth covered its face, anyone could see the tension hidden under the black cloth.

After a while, the camel said, "It doesn't matter if he's poisoned or not, just kill him." ”

The poisonous scorpion stood in front of the monk and said, "You can't kill him." ”

"What?" the camel sneered, "Could it be that the poisonous scorpion saw that he was handsome, and his heart fluttered?"

The poisonous scorpion's face turned red, lowered its head slightly, and then, as if reacting, it suddenly raised its head and scolded: "Hump, believe it or not, I killed you!"

With a hiss, several steel needles appeared on the slender fingertips, like mosquito wire-like steel needles, if you don't look carefully, you will definitely not be able to see it.

The girl's is very beautiful, white as ivory, slender as shallots, the joints of her fingers are small, and they must be very flexible, and there are not many wrinkles on the joints.

But the camel's eyes are not on this beautiful finger, the camel dodged the girl's gaze, and did not dare to speak, but he knew the power of the poisonous scorpion, just looking at the martial arts, he was much worse than him, but the whole body was poisonous, and he was a woman who could not be touched.

After a long while, the camel said, "Then you get out of the way and let me kill him!" He looked at the monk with a hint of resentment and resentment in his eyes.

"You can't kill him. The poisonous scorpion said.

"Why?" said the camel, pointing his cane to the monk's nose and saying, "Give me a reason not to kill him, and don't tell me it's this pretty face." ”

The camel uttered this almost word for word, and he hated pretty faces, because he didn't have a pretty face, so he hated all pretty people, and every beautiful man who looked good fell on his hands, he would first draw their faces, and then kill them.

The poisonous scorpion looked at the camel coldly and said, "He gave me two taels of gold to buy wine, so you can't kill him." ”

As if he had heard a big joke, the camel said, "Scorpion, are you telling a joke?" and my task is to kill all the people in this camp," the cane pointed to the monk's nose, "and he is one of them." ”

The poisonous scorpion wanted to say something, but her body was pushed away, and it was the monk who was protected behind her who pushed her away; the monk stepped forward and said with a smile: "No, the donor can't threaten the female donor, the donor wants to kill the monk, and the monk comes out." ”

"Monk, you-" The poisonous scorpion pointed at the handsome and somewhat excessive face, unable to say a word, and finally the hand hammered down weakly, "If you really want to die, die, die, clean." ”

As if he had received an order, the camel laughed and said to the monk: "Monk, you are begging for death by yourself, and you can't complain about me." ”

The cane stabbed out, the move was like a sword, but there were some traces of marksmanship, stabbing at the monk's heart.

The camel is extremely sure, this thorn will definitely kill the monk, this is a blow that has been tempered for thousands of years, I don't know how many people who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, the move is not the key, the key is speed, the speed after thousands of tempers.

The sharp tip of the staff pierced into the monk's chest, but there was no feeling of piercing the flesh as he thought, and the camel subconsciously looked up, and the figure of the monk who was pierced by him moved, like a pierced lake, with a circle of ripples, and when the ripples dissipated, the monk disappeared.

His voice came from behind him: "No, if the donor uses this trick, it is impossible to kill the monk." ”

When the camel looked back, the first thing that caught his eye was the moon-white monk's robe, spotless, blown by the wind, like a wave.

"You, you are a human or a ghost. The camel said with a frightened face.

The monk smiled and said slowly: "The monk is a human, not a ghost. He stood there with his head bowed, as if he were serene.

The camel suppressed the horror in his heart and sneered: "If it's a person, then give me death." "The same trick, the same cane that broke through the air, the difference is that this move is faster and more violent. Violent speed, swift as thunder and lightning, with a hissing sound.

The camel used his martial soul purple electric mad snake, and the snake shadow behind him seemed to be alive, constantly spitting out letters.

The monk smiled slightly, but did not move, until the sharp tip of the staff pierced in front of him, he began to move, his hand drew a wonderful arc in the air, and accurately grasped the staff.

The camel laughed, it was a successful laugh of the conspiracy.

When others saw that he was using a cane, they couldn't help but take it with their hands, but they didn't know that the Martial Soul Purple Electric Snake could make this cane the most dangerous murder weapon, and the surface of the palm was covered with high-voltage arcs, not to mention holding it directly with his hands, even if he rubbed it, it was enough to kill.

The camel waited for the monk to be knocked down by the electric shock, but instead of falling, the monk stood firmly, and he waited for the monk to show a painful expression, but instead of bitterness, the monk's expression was smiling.

"Donor, it still can't hurt me. ”

With a flick of the monk's wrist, the camel immediately couldn't hold the cane, and the cane flew out of his hand and plunged into the sand.

"Who are you?" said the camel, "for he is a master, no wonder he has no fear." With a look in his eyes, the other six people surrounded the monk in the middle, only the poisonous scorpion did not move, not only did not move, but looked at the monk in a daze.

The monk smiled and said, "Is the donor trying to bully more and less?"

Two cold lights shot in the camel's eyes, and he sneered: "Monk, it's also smart, I can't help you alone, what about taking seven people?"

A glance was handed over, and the other six people moved with him, and the six knives slashed at the monk's body, while the camel gathered his palms into fingers and pointed at the monk's heavenly spirit.

This is simply a must-win situation, if any knife is hit, or by a camel, the monk is dead.

But will the monk be hit?

He smiled and bowed his head and said, "No, no, this trick can't." "The body spun up, and it spun violently, and a gust of wind rose from the flat bottom, and the wind was raging, and the wind was raging.

The wind swept up the yellow sand and blurred the human eye.

The poisonous scorpion watching the battle couldn't open her eyes, she blocked the wind with her hands, until the wind and sand fell slightly, she raised her eyes and was suddenly stunned.

The monk stood intact in the middle, with a circle of black-clothed people lying next to him, and the camel was also lying in it, not breathing.

"Y-What happened to you?" said the scorpion, stepping back.

The monk smiled slightly, folded his hands and said, "No, as you can see, they are dead." ”

The poisonous scorpion trembled, "You—what are you going to do to me?"

The monk smiled: "No, monks don't kill, it's not the monk who kills them, but the wind." And the wine?"

The poisonous scorpion trembled and threw out a wine jug, the monk caught the wine jug steadily, and said with a smile: "There are things to do, and there are things that cannot be done, the sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore, turn back girl." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, his whole body flashed and disappeared in front of the poisonous scorpion.

The poisonous scorpion stared at the monk's disappearing smile for a long time, and his shadow seemed to appear in front of him.

"Let's go?" she murmured, "I can't go." ”