This person's whole body is hidden in mystery, and just by seeing this shape, the eyes of the two attendants painted by Chen Zi are wary.

Chen Zihua was a little surprised in his heart, this person came to such a crowded place with such a lot of eyes, but he didn't attract anyone's attention, and there was no movement outside, which shows that this person should have considerable ability.

Chen Zihua looked at Lu Hanjiang on the opposite side and asked, "Lord Lu, who is this?" ”

Lu Hanjiang was silent, and the man slowly took off his hood and cloak, and there was a vulgar monk's robe hidden under it. ”

At this time, Lu Hanjiang spoke, and he introduced Chen Zihua: "This is the abbot of Northern Shaolin, the spiritual void monk. ”

"It turned out to be a master of Lingxu, painting under Chen Zi, and it was polite."

Chen Zihua's eyes flashed puzzled, but he still got up and saluted, the name of North Shaolin he had already heard like thunder, he did not worship the other party's martial arts, but the Buddhist temple behind the other party.

"Amitabha, the head of the Chen family is in person, and the old man is polite." The Lingxu monk bowed eleven times, his eyebrows were kind, his eyes were full of pity, and he had the air of a person outside the world, which made people feel awe.

"I don't know why Lord Lu invited the master here?" Chen Zihua asked.

Monk Lingxu said slowly: "Lord Lu is kind, and said that a few friends in Beijing have passed away, and he specially invited the old man to come and recite the scriptures, so that he can pass away and send him to Bliss early." ”

"Is there such a thing?" Chen Zi's eyebrows tightened, and he didn't understand what this meant for a while.

But before he could figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Lu Hanjiang's gourd, two cold lights suddenly burst out from under the robe of the Lingxu monk, and the two attendants immediately drew their swords.

"Be careful, master!"

The two of them shouted, but suddenly saw that the Lingxu monk had bypassed their sword blade, and the distance of three or two steps seemed to be thousands of miles away in their eyes.

The blankness in the eyes of the two of them flickered, and then they shook their eyes and were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and a blood mark appeared on each of the necks of the two attendants, and they fell in a pool of blood with two thuds.

The shock in Chen Zihua's eyes flashed, he stared at the double swords in the hands of the Lingxu monk, and sneered: "Master is good at swordsmanship." ”

Lu Hanjiang applauded beside him and said: "It is said that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and when I saw it today, I knew that this was true, but I didn't expect that Master Lingxu would even be able to use martial arts swordsmanship, and it was really powerful." ”

The Lingxu monk recited Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, but the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Chen Zihua, who quickly regained his composure after the initial shock.

"Is this what Lord Lu meant? Or does it mean Brother Yannian? Chen Zihua didn't seem to be able to see the long sword across his neck, and asked Lu Hanjiang in a flat tone.

Lu Hanjiang held the water cup in his hand, and he was curious: "Is there any difference?" ”

Chen Zihua sneered, he showed a mocking expression, and said: "If it was instigated by Lu Yannian, then I only sighed that the lord was in charge of the Jinyi Guard, but he became someone else's marionette, if the adult himself started it, then there was nothing to say in the future." ”

"Why?" Lu Hanjiang was very interested.

Chen Zihua looked at Lu Hanjiang seriously, and said in a light tone: "Lord Lu is young and frivolous, this courage is worthy of admiration, I just hope that at that time, Lord Lu can also withstand this storm." ”

After that, Chen Zihua raised his hand and held the long sword that Lingxu crossed his neck, and the red blood flowed down the palm of the other party's hand, and soon dyed his cuffs and collar red.

Chen Zihua looked at the Lingxu monk with cold eyes, and shouted in his mouth: "The family has the way to die in the family, how can you allow such a lowly person like you to be presumptuous here, let me get out!" ”

Monk Lingxu's eyes moved slightly, and he really let go of the sword, retreated back from the distance, folded his hands, and bowed slightly.

Even if he is in a desperate situation, Chen Zihua still does not change his color, even if he has no power to restrain the chicken, but the momentum cultivated by this lofty determination and innate arrogance is far from being matched by the people of the rivers and lakes of Lingxu.

Chen Zihua held the long sword with his backhand, and then put it on his neck, at this moment he was not like a loser who was cornered, but like a general who returned from a big victory.

"There is a long way to go, I hope you will be more careful." Chen Zihua smiled slightly, and was about to wipe his neck while talking and laughing.

At the last moment of his death, Lu Hanjiang suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party's arm, causing the long sword to get stuck in the middle of the way, unable to move forward any further.

"The head of the Chen family has a good backbone."

Facing Chen Zihua's puzzled and angry gaze, Lu Hanjiang slowly leaned over, he approached the other party's ear, and said softly: "But, how do you know that His Majesty didn't ask me to do all this?" ”

As he spoke, Lu Hanjiang let go of his hand and pushed it on the other party's arm by the way, the long sword was sharp, and it cut Chen Zihua's neck in an instant.

The blood-soaked Chen Zihua's eyes were full of horror, and he struggled to reach out and grab Lu Hanjiang's legs and feet, but was easily dodged by the other party.

"Wait——! That's what you say. Be. What. Meaning." Chen Zihua didn't lift it up in one breath, his raised arm smashed to the ground, his head fell to the side, and together with the eyes that couldn't be closed, he was completely silent.

"Amitabha."

Monk Lingxu sighed, he looked at Lu Hanjiang with complicated eyes and said, "Mr. Chen is also a person, why should your lord be like this." ”

Although the Lingxu monk is not a person in the court, he has a pair of discerning eyes, and he can see that His Majesty has long been blinded by the secret of immortality, not to mention that His Majesty is old, where can he still have the time and energy to deal with the family.

The facts are not bad as the Lingxu monk expected, Lu Hanjiang is completely open-mouthed, as for the purpose-

Lu Hanjiang lowered his head and looked at the remaining unwillingness and panic on Chen Zihua's face, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, such an expression looks much more pleasing to the eye." ”

The Lingxu monk lowered his eyes and shook his head, and stopped talking.

Lu Hanjiang turned his gaze to the spirit void in front of him, and he smiled and teased: "It is said that the family does not speak, how the master does it is Wudang's swordsmanship, this is not like the way you do things in Shaolin." ”

The Lingxu monk recited Amitabha, and he said: "The small temple of the North Shaolin Temple can't stop the wind and waves in this Beijing. ”

"The master is really modest," Lu Hanjiang laughed, then stretched out his hand to the Lingxu monk and said, "Please borrow a sword." ”

The Lingxu monk didn't know why, but he still handed over the sword.

Lu Hanjiang took the sword, and the blade of the sword pointed at the two attendants lying at the door, and clicked a few times at random, and there were a few more special marks on the corpse of the other party.

The Lingxu monk was slightly stunned: "How can this adult make the Wudang Sect's finger-twisting soft sword-no!" This plausible feeling. It's a little unphased! ”

The Lingxu monk raised his head suddenly, his gaze was extremely complicated, he stared at the sword in Lu Hanjiang's hand, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "Easy Sect, I see"

(End of chapter)