Time flies, time flies, in a blink of an eye to October of the second year, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu also stayed in Xiangyang for more than a year, during which Mongolia has been in the garrison to recuperate, but also in the big way to solicit strange people and strange things, the so-called heavy money must have a fierce man, it is said that there have been a lot of strange heroes and strangers to join the Mongolian camp, but they are some people outside the territory, the real Han people are very few.

Outside Xiangyang City, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu rode a white horse, walking slowly on the official road, although it was only October at this time, the weather was getting cooler, the cold wind was blowing non-stop, Xiaolongnu was dressed in white velvet mink, and asked Yang Guo behind him: "Guo'er, where are we going?"

"Let's go north, to the border of Henan, where there is a big man who is worth visiting. Yang Guo smiled at the person in his arms, saying that this trip is a bit redundant, it is nothing more than to resolve the grievances between Yan Ping and the Yelu family, he has to rush to Huashan this time, it can be said that it is very unworthy, after all, this is to save other people's daughters-in-law, but Dawu Xiaowu is also his own nephew, think about it, it can be regarded as a meeting gift prepared by himself as a little uncle for their two brothers! First arrange the daughter-in-law to these two stupid boys, so as not to fight to the death in the future for the brutal and willful Miss Guo.

"Thinking about how much I have paid for Dawu Xiaowu in my life, not only saved their mother, but also prepared a daughter-in-law for them, it is simply heartbreaking for these two children, but unfortunately some things cannot be explained face-to-face, and I have to be a behind-the-scenes hero silently!"

"Oh!" Xiaolongnu whispered softly, and suddenly a cold wind blew, scraping her pretty face a little painfully, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but lean against Yang Guo's chest, and said secretly: "Guo'er's chest is really warm, if he sits in front, I won't be cold, but then I can't see his face often, alas, I'm so depressed!"

Yang Guo didn't know the careful thoughts in the heart of the little dragon girl, and when he saw her shrink into his arms, he put the hat on the velvet robe for him, hugged it tightly in his arms with both hands, and gently touched his right leg on the belly of the little dragon horse.

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Half a year ago, the Mongolian Esoteric Vajra sect

"Boom"

I saw a closed mountain rock break open in response, and out of it came a Tibetan monk wearing a yellow robe, extremely tall and thin, with a body like a bamboo pole, his head slightly sunken, and a bearded face, he looked around, and seemed to have something extremely happy in his heart, and immediately laughed loudly: "Hahaha! I have finally practiced, and I have finally practiced!"

This Tibetan monk's laughter soared into the sky, and suddenly all the birds and beasts within ten miles fled, which shows that its internal strength is profound, and this person is the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he closed the mountain for more than a year is to participate in the ninth layer of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", this skill is difficult to practice, so that the tantric monks can only practice it to the ninth layer, and now the Golden Wheel Dharma King can practice this magic skill to the ninth layer in his less than the year of the sixtieth year, which is already a very talented person, which means that he can still have the opportunity to break through the tenth layer of the barrier in this life, and then he can ......

"Jin Lun, since your magic skills have been small, go to see King Ming quickly, he has been waiting for a long time. At this time, a fat monk with a yellow robe and a round face suddenly appeared behind the Golden Wheel Dharma King, as if he didn't care about the divine skills he had practiced, and his own skills were also very terrifying, so that when it appeared, the Golden Wheel did not know.

"Amitabha, thank you King Luo Ming for informing me, the poor monk will go to see King Ming. King Jinlun not only did not annoyed the fat monk who suddenly appeared behind him, but bowed very respectfully before leaving.

King Jinlun walked all the way to the side hall of the temple from the back mountain, passing the main hall on the way, the main hall is surrounded by white, green, green and red four relics pagodas, the circular outer wall and several paths along the outer wall that have been worshipped several times, as well as the north and south two symbolizing the sun and the moon Nima Hall and Dawa Hall, the layout and furnishings are very different from the temples in the Central Plains.

Passing through the path, King Jinlun couldn't help but stop and bow to the Buddha statue, and then went to the side hall.

Gently push the door in, only to see the futon in the back room sat a wooden, skinny old man, the wooden fish in his hand knocked "Bangbang" sound, as if he was chanting the Buddha, the Golden Wheel Dharma King saw this person, the whole heart couldn't help but tremble, did not dare to be presumptuous, to the old monk respectfully bowed, patiently waited for him to finish reading the scriptures, then praised: "Golden Wheel to meet the Tiger Cloth King!"

"Get up!" The old monk never raised his eyelids, and his voice was very old and hoarse, as if he was about to die at any time, and the whole person seemed weak.

"King Xie Ming. Jin Lun saluted again, and then stood up respectfully.

"The two candidates for the Ming King who have been left behind in my sect have been killed, they are a warrior in the Central Plains, you and Luo Ming set off immediately, be sure to bring him back, whether he lives or dies, that person's name is 'Yang Guo', after you go, you don't have to come back without being summoned, the Mongolian Great Khan has his own arrangements, and go!" The old monk said straight to the point, but the voice became smaller and smaller, like a dying person, if it weren't for the Golden Wheel Dharma King's excellent ear, I am afraid it would be difficult to hear his next few words.

Jin Lun was surprised in his heart, with his own practice to the ninth layer of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", although this Central Plains is big, but where to go, how can he still need to be accompanied by King Luo Ming, is there still someone in this Central Plains who can threaten his existence?

Since the golden wheel left, the old monk sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes, if he was an old man who was about to die just now, but at this moment it was like a rejuvenation, the whole person seemed to have become younger, only to hear him murmur: "It's almost, it's almost, it's almost out of thin air, it's almost, it's almost ......."

A month later, King Jinlun and King Luo Ming did not dare to slack off, and they used light skills to drive for a month, and finally arrived at the border of the Central Plains.

Just as they were about to move forward again, a sword slashed horizontally and vertically towards the two of them, and it was too late for Jin Lun to react, but fortunately, Luo Ming rescued him in time, and Jin Lun came back to his senses, but his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and the whole person was tense, completely standing motionless like a living dead.

"Amitabha!" Luo Ming saw that Jin Lun was frightened by the crisis of suitability, and couldn't help but chant, and immediately pulled him back to reality, otherwise he would fall into a daze, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to wake up again in this life.

Jin Lun heard the four-character mantra of this Buddhism, and he was also shocked, only to feel that his mind was clear, and the discomfort just now was also swept away, and he immediately bowed to King Luo Ming and thanked him: "Thank you King Luo Ming for your guidance!"

Luo Ming didn't pay attention to him, but said in Chinese to the front: "Amitabha! ”

"Tibetan monk, how can a master like you cross the line at will, is it really that I have no one in the Central Plains?" A clear female voice sounded from above, and the King of the Golden Wheel looked at it, only to see three women slowly falling from the air, and the red-clothed and white-haired one in the middle, slightly older, seemed to be married to a wife, but the appearance of the birth was beautiful, and the charm still existed, but it was a pity that a white hair made it a little more miserable, and it was inevitable that there was some flaw in the ointment.

The other two women are accompanied by their sides, younger, at most in their twenties, their faces are fresh and beautiful, although they are not as beautiful as the middle, but they are also rare beauties in a hundred years, especially the temperament of these three people is integrated, like a mother and daughter, which makes it even more beautiful.

"Amitabha, I wonder which of the three saints stationed in Kunlun is the benefactor?" Luo Ming's mouth rose unconsciously, and he didn't answer the words of the beautiful woman in red, but asked him.

"The stinky horn from the Tibetan side, how many thieves are in the heart, since you refuse to retreat, then I will beat you until you go, it just so happens that the old lady has been in a bad mood recently, and you deserve to be unlucky!" The beautiful woman in red didn't know that this Tibetan monk was talking about him left and right, and in turn wanted to trap her, even if she attacked with a sword, she would no longer give her a chance to speak.

"Huh"

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, obviously I saw her out of a sword, but there were fifty-four sword qi attacking, although King Luo Ming smiled on the surface and was not afraid, but he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, although his skill is high, he rarely learns from the people of the Central Plains, as if this kind of weird sword move is the first time in his life, the yellow sleeves in his hand swept out, and immediately blocked most of the sword qi in front of him.

Between one move, although the two of them are trying to find out the details of each other, they also estimate a rough idea, the strength of the two is not much, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner within hundreds of moves, but no one wants to take a step back, one insists on entering the Central Plains, one person insists on not letting it in, even if it is hundreds of moves, even if it is thousands of moves, it must be divided into a victory.

"Senior sister, what is a trumpet?" Seeing that the beautiful woman in red and the Tibetan monk above were inseparable together, the two women couldn't help but talk with the beautiful woman in red, and the woman in the blue dress asked the woman in the jade green dress, although she was called the senior sister, but the woman in blue was obviously infatuated with the woman in green, and the title of this senior sister and sister also had their own origins.

"This ...... I don't know, let's take a good look at the master's battle! Isn't there another monk on the other side? Compared with the woman in blue, the woman in green looked a little more gentle, and pointed to the Golden Wheel Dharma King in front of her and said.