A mute came to the south, with a trumpet pinned to his waist;

A lama came from the north with a reed in his hand.

The lama carrying the reed beast will exchange the reed beast for the horn of the dumb man with the trumpet;

The dumb man with the horn is reluctant to exchange the horn for the otter of the lama who carries the otter.

I don't know if it was the dumb man with the horn who beat the lama who was carrying the otter;

The lama still carrying the otter hit the dumb man with the horn pinned to the otter.

The lama went home to stew otters, and the dumb man ticked and blew the trumpet.

Before noon on November 4, between the hours, Liangzhou City on the north bank of the Han River, that is, the ancient land of Hanzhong. Outside the east gate of the city, on a boulevard, I saw Lamaists with five-colored robes fluttering in the wind. They are the masters of the red, yellow, blue, white, and black five sects of lamas that Liu Sanheng invited from the Potala Palace in the Western Regions to meet with Liu Ye's Mansion in Bianliang City.

At this time, I saw one of the red-clothed lamas walking with a cane in his hand and said: "I heard that the Central Plains martial arts have been in chaos, as if someone is killing martial arts heroes to dominate the martial arts." Although the five of us come from different sects, and our doctrines are only similar, the contradictions and entanglements between us are far from being so chaotic as the Central Plains Martial Arts! ”

"Not bad!" I saw that the black-clothed lama in one of them continued, "Not only is there not so much confusion between our five religions, but this time we have entered the Central Plains for a common purpose. ”

At this time, I saw the yellow-clothed lama speak from the middle: "It is said that the Seven Swords of the Tianshan Mountains have all given their lives to hunt down Aliyekul, how can we lamas sit idly by and watch this? ”

"You must manage it!" I only heard the red-clothed lama say solemnly, "So this time the five of us went to the Central Plains, first, to eliminate disasters for others; Second, find the killers of the rivers and lakes, avenge the dead heroes, and return peace to the world! ”

"Hahaha...... You don't want to avenge the dead anymore. Today is your end! ”

"Who?" Suddenly, the five-colored lama was immediately stopped by the sound of laughter and pride, and was on alert on all sides.

At the same time as the five lamas looked around with their backs to each other, they suddenly felt a Buddhist man wearing a blue robe and holding a dragon's head and a cane hovering above the shade of the tree above their heads.

Who are you who are here? To tell you the truth, this is the martial arts supreme Fashen master who plans to fight in person under the strict orders of the Emperor of the Yelu clan! However, under the strong pressure and intrigue, this human-faced beast dressed in the robe of the Buddha and the Lamaists who left the Buddha Gate did not intend to let go, and his Buddha-faced fangs and sinful hands were finally visible here!

"May I ask if the master is ......?"

The red-clothed lama had just opened his mouth to ask, only to see the old Buddha of Fashen shaking the dragon's head and crutches, and shouted: "Hugh wants to ask who I am!" All I know is that I want the heads of the five of you to fill up! ”

"The Buddhist family is compassionate, how can the master open the precept of killing in the Buddha's door?"

"Less wordy! You are risking your lives! In the middle of that, Master Fa Shen had already danced his crutches and killed the five lamas like a whirlwind sweeping leaves.

Suddenly, the five lamas each showed their self-defense weapons and fought with the Fashen Old Buddha!

At this moment, I saw a shriveled old man sitting on the back of a donkey with a whisk in hand not far ahead. ……

Slowly, this old donkey Taoist had come to the front of the six Buddha family members who were in a mess. Although the shriveled old man at this time still kept his eyes slightly closed and remained still, the movement of one person here had already entered his ears and eyes. ……

Who is this old man? In fact, you should know him at a glance. This old man is none other than the harmless Taoist master of the third prince, Jingmei Daoist! Ever since he had parted harmlessly with Tu'er on the shore of Weishui, he had been riding the donkey he had given to his apprentice. However, since Tu'er was chased out of Beijing by officers and soldiers, he has never seen Tu'er again. And what made Jing Meichang even more sad was that he thought that with his martial arts, he would definitely escape the pursuit of the officers and soldiers and return to his hometown, Dongdao Town, Bashu East Road.

However, things were beyond his expectations, and the eastern province of Bashu had become a vast ocean; It is conceivable that Tu'er Ye is harmless and the fathers and villagers of his homeland will die nine times and live. In today's crisis, if he really lost such a beloved disciple in his old age, how could he not feel heartbroken? What's more, the killer Ali Yekul and the "Yanshan Lang Demon" are still frequently dispatched, and the Buddha-faced beast Master Fashen has always deceived many martial arts warriors to commit heinous crimes! In his twilight years, how much he wanted to quell this rebellion, how much he wanted to make another last dedication to the world's martial arts, and how much he wanted to clarify the grievances, good and evil, right and wrong of the world's martial arts.

However, Jingmei Daochang knew deep down that in order to realize his long-cherished wish in his twilight years, his personal strength alone was far from enough. First of all, if he doesn't have a proud disciple who has both ability and political integrity, and no disciple who will faithfully inherit his will, how can he make Taoist justice go back to a long time, how can he make the righteous and bright morality fill the rivers and lakes and green forests, and how can he return to the mountains and forests with peace of mind until he becomes an immortal? Not to mention anything to eradicate the evil evil that is still making waves in front of us.

Therefore, while Jingmei Daoist was thinking about many things on his mind, he finally bumped into the old thief of the martial arts rebellion Fashen who made him bitterly hateful! And this time, he must be killing innocents again.

Thinking of this, I saw that Jingmei Daoist was still sitting on the back of the donkey, and he just waved the dust in his hand twice. Suddenly, I saw the little donkey rushing into the battle of the East and West Buddha Gate, which had been killed by "monstrous waves and smoke and dust".

"Ahh

"Where to go!" The red-clothed lama roared and stepped forward to chase after the old thief.

However, the old Buddha of Fashen knows that he is weak at this time, not to mention that now there is a thousand-year-old rival! As a result, the old ghost of Fa Shen shook a few tricks at the five lamas who were in hot pursuit, and then launched the peerless light skill of "jumping over the wall in a hurry" and fled like a smoke.

"Ahem! Let this bald donkey escape! I saw that Jingmei Dao Chang had jumped off the donkey's back and sighed and said.

"Dao Chief!" I saw that the white-clothed lama at this time couldn't help but turn around and say, "If the poor monk doesn't admit his mistake, you must be the Jingmei Daoist on Kunlun Mountain!" ”

Hearing this, all the lamas couldn't help but look at the shriveled old Taoist in front of them.

So, Jingmei couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Old decay is exactly! But I don't know where the five eminent monks want to go now? ”

"Don't hide your eyebrows!" I only heard the black-clothed lama reply, "The five of us were entrusted to go to Bianliang. ”

"Oh? ......" Jingmei Dao Chang couldn't help but think for a moment, and said, "I wonder if you can tell the old monk who entrusted you?" ”

"If the Taoist wants to know, we don't need to hide it!" I saw the red-clothed lama put away his crutches and replied, "We were invited by the benefactor Liu Sanheng to go to Bianliang. ”

"Oh?! …… Liu Sanheng! Jing Mei thought for a long time and said, "It's the first time I've heard of this person. But I don't know why he invited the five of you to come to the Central Plains? ”

At this time, I saw that the black-clothed lama replied again: "Master Liu invited us to Bianliang, but did not explain what he wanted the five of us to do. But this time, we took the opportunity to enter the Central Plains and vowed to eradicate the martial arts killers all the way! ”

"The five eminent monks have this vow, and they are very grateful!" Seeing that Jingmei Dao Chang's heart couldn't help but rise with admiration, and continued, "In that case, the old man can inform the senior monks. The killers of this scourge of the Central Plains are none other than Master Fashen, who is known as the supreme martial arts master, his junior brother Yanshan Lang Demon and his apprentice Ali Yekul! Although they are not numerous, they have poisoned hundreds of martial arts heroes in the Central Plains, and have created the largest martial arts tragedy in thousands of years! I am an old man, and in the face of such a tragic situation, I really have more than enough strength in my heart! ”

"Dao Chief, don't worry!" At this time, the yellow-clothed lama was even more indignant and said, "I think people with lofty ideals in the Central Plains abound, and one day, these three big murderers will get the retribution they deserve!" ”

"Not bad!" Hearing only the blue-clothed lama, he couldn't help but say, "Since our five lamas have come to the Central Plains, we can't stand idly by. If we don't kill these three martial arts rebels, we will never return to Potala again. ”

Looking at the righteous words and actions of these five lamas, Daoist Jingmei couldn't help but strengthen his determination to fight this old bone in order to eradicate the great disaster of martial arts. But when he thought of the old bald donkey, who had escaped so cunningly many times, he couldn't help but feel a chill. Because he knew in his heart that the old bald donkey Master Fashen not only had light skills and martial arts, but also that he had deceived many martial arts warriors with his benevolent Buddha clothes! He was able to escape without serious injuries again and again, and it is conceivable that soon, even greater disasters will come, and more martial arts heroes will die tragically!

"Ahem! ......" Jingmei couldn't help but sigh again, "It's not easy to kill such three people!" Isn't it, the six of us joined forces, didn't we let the old bald donkey escape? ”

Hearing the long sigh of the Jingmei Daoist, the red-clothed lama immediately said, "So the one who just escaped is the Martial Arts Supreme Fashen Master. His martial arts are nothing more than that! The next time he is bumped into by us, he must die! ”

"That being the case! The old decay advises all the monks, be more careful along the way! If you have the opportunity, don't forget to contact the Central Plains martial arts warriors to deal with the rebellion together. Soon, the decay will re-enter the Central Plains. ”

"Dao Chief! Not sure where you're going now? I just heard the red-clothed lama ask.

So, I saw that Jingmei Daoist slowly sat on the little donkey and said, "The old man wants to go back to the mountain to get the treasure." Let the Kunlun Sect's treasure of Zhenshan, the Taiji Universe Invincible Sword, see the light of day again, and use it to kill all the evil demons in the world! ”

Before the words were finished, under the eyes of the five-colored lama, the elven donkey had disappeared on the boulevard to the west with Jingmei Dao. However, his loud and profound righteous voice of "cutting off all the evil and evil in the world" is still echoing in the ears of the five-colored lama, on this boulevard that goes from east to west, and above this world full of black smoke and miasma, echoing for a long time! ……

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"Da Da ......" was on the road to Luoyang in the east, and I saw that the third prince Ye was still galloping fast. However, its purpose was not to run to Luoyang. He is "homesick like an arrow, homesick!" The purpose is to fly over Luoyang and Bianliang until Xuzhou to see his father. "A stray three cats, finally have hope to find their home again, hope is ahead!

Five dynasties and ten countries, such a chaotic era and constant wars, bloody rain and bloody wind shrouded the rivers and lakes, a little-known and unrecorded secret affairs of the rivers and lakes has been quietly spreading (熳) extended. In order to survive, the wandering cat man who died all his life had to carry the sword of "Gu Long", take the righteousness of "Jin Lan", and go to the end of the world to wander far away. To find and meet the "glorious years" of the sea and the sky, to pursue a new life, perhaps, that is a world to find back, hope is always in the poem and in the distance, this is nothing more than the needs of life.

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The footprints of the wanderer are so bloody and tearful!

Once upon a time, people were homesick and cried.

Once upon a time, people were homesick.

Mo Dao is not sorrowful, and there is mourning in the world.

Since ancient times, after a long time away from home, the wind is also sluggish, and the rain is fluttering.

You can know the meaning of floating clouds and wandering children, and you can see the sunset.

But seeing that he waved his hand and went, Banma Xiao Xiao Ming.

The flowers float and the water flows, and when the goose word returns, it is full of sorrow in the West Building.

I can't say enough, the book is endless, how many homesick people are there in the world?

The road is endless, the words are endless, how many hometown clouds are there in the sky?

It is the sunset that is infinitely better, just near dusk.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a spring water flowing eastward.

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, where is the sorrow? How much do you know about the past?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

The cutting is constant, the reason is still messy, and it is still sorrowful.

Flowing water and falling flowers and spring also go, heaven and earth.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

When will you say goodbye, smile at marriage, and laugh at family fun?

Feeling this feeling, who is not sad?

I saw the tears of the ancients before, and then I saw that the world did not mourn.

The son of the Ye family is homesick, how can people not cry!

The world is true love, and I don't believe in the final reincarnation of old age!

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