The boss just hid behind, and while he was meditating the wind-like conversation between Xiao Yunhe and Baizhang Zen Master, he was still muttering in his heart that he was okay and pretending to be a cool old gun. A person's heart is turning with these two completely different thoughts at the same time, and it is really a shame that he can cope with it without any symptoms such as schizophrenia.

In front, Xiao Yunhe still closed his eyes tightly, with one hand behind his back, standing less than three steps away in front of him without looking at the Baizhang Zen Master.

As for Baizhang Zen Master, his eyes that were as clear as a childish boy were completely opposite to Xiao Yunhe's closed eyes. He didn't even blink his eyes during this time, and he kept staring at Xiao Yunhe consistently with this clear gaze like a red circle.

Baizhang Zen Master's actions can be regarded as very persistent and infectious. In the past, this has won her the reverence of countless pilgrims and believers in Beihai County. It's a pity that today, he met Xiao Yunhe, an outlier, and all of his actions turned into pretty eyes for the blind to see—it had no effect at all, and it was all in vain.

But Baizhang Zen Master still did not show the slightest displeasure, and still maintained the same expression since he saw Xiao Yunhe, Xiao Yunhe did not speak, and he maintained his demeanor, Thursday hi looked at Xiao Yunhe very calmly, neither loudly accused, nor did he blush and have a thick neck.

No matter what Xiao Yunhe's likes and dislikes of this Baizhang Zen master is, at least his concentration and self-cultivation bearing, Xiao Yunhe will never be able to do it.

This is probably the biggest difference between the Zen master who is respected by tens of millions of people and Xiao Yunhe, who grew up in the mountains and wilderness and the tribulation of humiliation.

After a long pause, Xiao Yunhe still closed his eyes and did not speak. The crowd behind them, which had been silent for a long time, began to appear in a small but very rapid commotion, and even the old knife behind Xiao Yunhe couldn't help but rush forward and say the words in his heart that he wanted to say very much in his heart instead of Xiao Yunhe.

It's just that looking at Xiao Yunhe's leisurely appearance with his hands behind his back and a calm and relaxed look in his palms, as well as the old gun next to him who has become like a stone sculpture without the slightest impatient expression, the old knife can only do his best in his heart to force this strong impulse that is becoming more and more difficult to control.

The people behind Baizhang Zen Master, the area and speed of the commotion spreading and developing have become faster and faster. By now, what was supposed to be a whisper that could only be heard with a little buzz has gradually evolved into an uncontrollable roar. The people in front of them could already see that they were all starting to have some restless activist bodies, and it seemed that it was possible to turn this commotion into action at any time, and at any time it was possible to immediately admire the impulse and tendency to tear to pieces the stinky arrogant boy standing in front of the Baizhang Zen Master.

And Xiao Yunhe still calmly continued to play deep with his eyes closed. The roar that became more and more terrifying, even the nagging behind stopped in his ears, and his face showed a slight hint of nervousness, Xiao Yunhe, who stood in front and had a sharper perception and more real hearing, seemed to suddenly become a deaf person in Heze, hearing without realizing and not responding. I guess he didn't realize that the terrible riot that the anomaly would have torn him to pieces was going to happen in front of him, very real.

Baizhang Zen Master was still looking at Xiao Yunhe. He didn't say a word, for the more and more energetic riots of the people behind him, he really wanted to be infected with the same deafness as Xiao Yunhe at this time, and he was also deaf, his only appearance was somewhat similar to the old gun standing on the left side of Xiao Yunhe's body, all of them turned into a statue that could not move under the premise of maintaining a posture.

After a long while, the 100,000 people behind gradually began to get out of control. After all, it's still winter, the sun has just risen, and the temperature is still very low in the morning. After all, everyone is just some ordinary people who don't have the slightest skill, standing in the back for so long, and still being calm at the beginning, and now standing for so long, they are already a little impatient. Now that they see Xiao Yunhe and their leader Baizhang Zen Master, they have come to play eye contact with that person, and they also can't understand what kind of trick the two people are playing, they only know that their two legs are about to be frozen, and it is not easy for people to be so long, and at this time, they have decided that they can't bear it anymore.

From the crowd in the first row behind Zen Master Baizhang, a row of people suddenly rushed up.

This group of people rushed over at once, and saw that the old knife standing beside Xiao Yunhe's eyelids jumped, and one hand was reflexively clenched, and he was about to take his responsibility to come forward to fight, but at this time, a person's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his already clenched fist.

It's Xiao Yunhe.

After being silent for so long, Xiao Yunhe finally moved.

Standing behind Xiao Yunhe, all the old knife could see was Xiao Yunhe's immature but broad back.

Looking at Xiao Yunhe's back in front of him, and then looking at the old gun that was still standing still like a javelin, the old knife sighed again, and the fist that had been clenched was finally slowly released.

Xiao Yunhe stood in front of Lao Dao, but the direction he looked at was not the group of rioters who had been getting closer and closer, but at the Baizhang Zen Master standing in front of him.

At this time, he finally opened his eyes.

Seeing that Xiao Yunhe finally opened his eyes and looked at himself, Baizhang Zen Master, who remained unchanged like a statue, suddenly blinked his eyes at this time, looking at Xiao Yunhe in front of him who was looking at him calmly, and the clear face of Baizhang Zen Master actually showed a rare shallow smile.

Looking at the sudden smile on the face of Zen Master Baizhang, Xiao Yunhe actually didn't mean anything surprised, watching the faint smile on Zen Master Baizhang's face slowly disappear, Xiao Yunhe's face actually showed a faint smile.

The smiles on the faces of the two people are even more mysterious than the smile on the Mona Lisa's face, and what kind of deep meaning is in it, I'm afraid only the two of them know in their hearts. And the two of them, who were smiling like flowers, were also blocked by the shape of the two people's latticework, and no third person saw it except for the two of them.

In this section of mutual smiles, the riotous crowd who hurried after Zen Master Baizhang had already approached.

The fist that the old knife had already loosened was clenched again at this time. The only thing that made him nervous was a little relieved that it was not the complete 100,000 people who rushed over at this time, but a small team of more than 20 people standing in the first row. Their intention was not to rush over and fight with Xiao Yunhe immediately, but to gather around the Baizhang Zen Master, and the few people leaning in front were approaching the Baizhang Zen Master whispering something.

Although they were whispering, the distance between them was not too far, at best, it was more than ten meters. This distance is enough for Lao Dao, whose profound perception is far better than ordinary people, is enough to hear clearly, so the conversation between those few people and Baizhang Zen Master, Lao Dao can clearly hear every word.

But the old knife, who heard it completely clearly, didn't know what these people were really talking about.

Because although he heard the conversation of these people in its entirety, he could not hear at all which Chinese language these people were speaking.

He guessed in his heart that this was likely to be a dialect that was difficult for others to understand in Beihai County, and such a situation was also a common occurrence in Lao Dao's previous career as a horseman. But at this time, Lao Dao could only sigh that his luck was not good, and the curiosity in his heart that was expanding and amplifying could only continue to be suppressed.

These people spoke quite quickly, and the speed at which the Baizhang Zen Master replied to them was also a little faster than the previous conversation with Xiao Yunhe.

Obviously, the patience of these people is indeed a little exhausted. Although the old knife couldn't hear the reason from their strange syllables that were difficult to read, the expression of the love xù did not need to rely entirely on the meaning of the language to express it, looking at the faster and faster speech speed of their people, and the gritted teeth on the faces of several people, they could probably figure out a little bit of the truth.

The group of people asked questions to Baizhang Zen Master, and Baizhang Zen Master answered them in very short sentences. I don't know what they were talking about, but in the end, Baizhang Zen Master ended with the last sentence, ending this conversation that no one else could understand.

Immediately, Baizhang Zen Master waved his hand, and these 20 or so people, with extremely respectful expressions, bowed deeply to Baizhang Zen Master, and then immediately turned around, raised their feet forward, and prepared to go back to their team.

When he came, he was angry and roared, and the posture was to immediately wave his arms and move his fists in a desperate posture, and this Baizhang Zen master said a hundred and eighty degrees of these people in a few words, and he didn't say anything more, and he was going to leave.

The heart that the old knife had already lifted finally began to slowly decline at this time. Although the 100,000 homeless people in the back are still there, the threat is far from being lifted, and even the riots behind are still expanding in scope, but at least, the conflict in front of them is still suppressed.

The old knife's clenched fist was released, and at this time he realized that he didn't know when, some cool sweat had appeared in his palm, which was sticky in his palm.

No one can understand better than Lao Dao what the 100,000 people in front of him mean.

100,000 people is just the total population of a small county. In this world, if you find a small county town, you can probably make up such a number easily. This in itself is nothing, and in ordinary times, a few ruffians and hooligans, a few tax collectors, can humiliate and oppress them at will. And most of these people can only swallow their anger, even if they suffer great grievances and suffer greater injustice, they can only dare to be angry and dare not speak. More often than not, he has to put on a smiling face, carefully currying favor with those little people who are as small as mustard in the eyes of the old knife.

At that time, the people could come up and step on the soft persimmon with two feet, and no matter how many people there were, there would be no big threat. But in that case, Boone is the one that represents xiàn in the situation.

The 100,000 people in front of him are not even one-tenth of the population of the capital, but in this capital, I believe that in addition to the force of the Imperial Forest Army, only the combat force in front of him is the strongest force.

These 100,000 people are Xiang Dang who left their hometowns from Beihai County. In this unfamiliar capital, they have no relatives and an unfamiliar environment, but it gives them unprecedented cohesion.

What's especially terrifying is that they also have a spiritual leader like Baizhang Zen Master. Looking at the conversation just now, although Lao Dao still couldn't figure out what the Baizhang Zen Master was talking to those people, he made the crowd who rushed forward immediately go back. But this alone is enough to see that this Baizhang Zen Master has a very high status in the hearts of this group of people, and he has an extraordinary appeal to 100,000 people.

Looking at the past now, these 100,000 people, although they are just some unarmed ordinary people, they do not have any martial arts masters, nor have they experienced any formal military training, just pull out a few people, and the old knife is confident that they can kill them without much effort.

But that's only for a few dozen people. Now, Lao Dao absolutely believes that when he looks at the head of the first person, the 100,000 people behind him, who have long been unable to hold back the commotion, will immediately rush forward impulsively and trample themselves into pieces with the surging crowd of 100,000 people.

No matter how high your martial arts are, how many people can you kill?

Perhaps, the old knife can escape with his wonderful light skills. After all, these 100,000 people don't know any martial arts, as long as they unfold their bodies, I believe they have absolutely no hope of catching up with them. But after all, he is not facing these 100,000 people in an empty wilderness, and he still has something that he can't throw away.

Behind him is the mansion of his own general. If he only cares about his own safety and allows this group of people to recklessly rush into the general's mansion and wreak havoc, it will be an absolutely intolerable shame for Lao Dao.

He had no choice, it was his responsibility to protect the General's Mansion and Xiao Yunhe in front of him.

Now, thankfully, the group has retreated, and the riots are about to subside. Even though the threat is still there, it's good to have some more respite.

But just when the old knife's heart was about to fall back to its original position, Xiao Yunhe's words made the old knife's heart rise again.

"Master, can you let this group of people not leave first?" Xiao Yunhe saw that this group of people was actually leaving, and immediately spoke, and said to the Baizhang Zen Master who had already turned his head and continued to look at him.

The old knife standing behind Xiao Yunhe was stunned when he heard this: This boy is not confused, right? At this time, he stopped these people with many mouths, could it be that he wanted to talk to them? If he can delay a little longer, it will be victory, what does he want to do at this time?

Baizhang Zen Master, who had just moved his gaze back to Xiao Yunhe, did not expect that Xiao Yunhe would make such a strange request at this time. A trace of doubt flashed in his clear eyes, looked at Xiao Yunhe, and instinctively asked, "What do you want to call a few of them?"

Xiao Yunhe smiled mysteriously at Baizhang Zen Master, but did not answer. Instead, he turned his head and smiled at the same confused nagging, first smiled, and then said: "Knife senior, I unanimously heard others call you Lao Dao, what is the meaning of this name?"

"Huh?" "The second monk was puzzled by the old knife, how could he not have thought that Xiao Yunhe would actually ask such a question, and looked at Xiao Yunhe with a relaxed smile a little stupidly, not that this question stumped him, but that he really couldn't understand that the question Xiao Yunhe asked had nothing to do with the situation he was facing today.

At this time, the old gun, who had been muffled as a doorman, answered for him: "His weapon is a narrow-edged thick-backed knife, which has been used for more than 40 years, so our old brothers all call him the old knife, which is the same as me being called the old gun!"

As he spoke, the old gun lit up the spear in his hand, and the cold light on the tip of the spear looked extremely dazzling and cold under the reflection of the rising sun.

Xiao Yunhe smiled at the old gun, then shook his head again, and said to the old gun: "Senior, your gun is also a good blade. But it's a pity that the younger generation has never touched a gun, and now it's too late to learn. ”

This sentence is also strange, there is no boundary before and there is no follow-up, stopping in the ears of the old knife full of doubts, and the question mark in his heart has become a little bigger.

"Senior Dao, can you take your weapon with you?" Xiao Yunhe looked at the old knife with his hands empty, and asked very casually.

"Of course, how can you leave your body lightly?" As soon as he talked about the weapon that had accompanied him for more than forty years, the old knife that was still in a daze immediately stopped staying, and his right hand flipped over, and he didn't know how he got it, and the white light flashed, and on his right hand, a narrow bladed thick back knife with a cold light had appeared.

Xiao Yunhe looked at the front and back of the old knife with some curiosity, and couldn't figure out how the old knife, which was obviously empty-handed and couldn't see anything unusual before, hid this knife more than one meter long on his body. But he didn't ask this question at this time, but said: "Knife senior, can you borrow a knife?"