After the autumn rain, Chang'an City seems to be much more refreshing, the debate between the three religions is lively, no matter how magnificent, the common people are just trying to have a good time, take a look at the rumored monks chanting scriptures, Taoist fighting law.

After the incident, I went home and continued to live, getting up early and working late, and honestly running for my livelihood.

However, some people can work hard and walk the streets and alleys, while some people are idle, eating and waiting for death.

This is especially true for the rich. If you have the ability, you go to the Qinglou and spend a lot of money, just to win a smile from the Oiran, and there are always literati and around you to compose poems to help the fun, so as not to erode. The second group of people is fond of famous calligraphy and painting, rare treasures, most of these people are the ancestors of the marquis who followed Taizu to fight the world early, influenced by the predecessors, like some old objects. The most despised are those young people who don't have much money on weekdays, but they want to follow the trend, so they have to raise birds, dogs, and other cheap and easy to feed, as for those sweaty and bloody BMWs, Western Regions War Horses, they are not something they can come into contact with.

But among these people, there is a strange man, Zhang Zhongming.

He didn't like any literati calligraphy and painting, nor did he collect rare treasures, he raised dogs. But no one dared to look down on him, because he lived in the only prime minister's mansion in Chang'an City, and he had a good father.

The two dogs are the earth dogs adopted by Zhang Zhongming's grandfather a few years before his death, one is snow-white, Zhang Zhongming named it the white wolf, the kind of milk fierce, and he doesn't bite people on weekdays, but he starts to circle around people when he sees strangers, and the other is a yellow earth dog, called rhubarb, he is surprisingly lazy on weekdays, and after following Zhang Zhongming to the south gate of Chang'an City, he found a shady place, lay there, motionless.

After Zhang Zhongming came out of the alley, he soon came to the south gate of Chang'an City, which is one of the few city gates where people still enter and exit, and here is the nearest city gate from Chang'an City to Nanchu, countless merchants and dart bureaus have to enter Chang'an City from here, and Zhang Zhongming's main task is to collect taxes and collect taxes from all merchants passing here.

Zhang Zhongming came here as usual, and sat in the shed amid the fawning of countless colleagues, and the two earth dogs followed Zhang Zhongming to the shed and lay on the ground.

At this time, a thief-eyed man walked in from outside with a pot of tea and quietly poured a cup of tea for Zhang Zhongming.

Zhang Zhongming glanced at the person who came and coughed twice, "Fan Zheng, you kid is good." ”

Fan Zheng smiled, put the teapot in his hand on the table, then put his hands at his sides, bent down and said, "It's an honor to be able to serve adults." ”

Zhang Zhongming touched the white wolf's head, and the white wolf rubbed Zhang Zhongming's hand with some flattery.

Zhang Zhongming looked at Fan Zheng, then at the white wolf under his command, and muttered, "What a good dog." ”

The Taoist who flew out upside down came in an instant

In front of everyone, the Taoist robe on his body was already in tatters, and his trembling feet showed that he had been injured in the fight with Jiechen just now.

"Old bald donkey. ”

The Taoist priest gritted his teeth and looked at this Jiechen who couldn't even get close, and his heart was full of resentment, his star monarch couldn't help but be bad at that time.

"Haha, junior brother, I have said it a long time ago, the master of the dust abstinence is a Buddhist monk, and you little Xingjun is a little ugly. ”

While speaking, a figure of a Taoist suddenly appeared in the sky, standing on the eaves in the distance, with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone on the street, and smiling slightly.

"Qingfan, I'm the senior brother!"

Qing Fan laughed, the figure disappeared again, and appeared beside the Taoist priest in the next second, "Senior Brother Qinglin, Master asked you to go back." ”

When Qinglin heard his master's words, he couldn't believe it, he thought that Qingfan had deceived him, and he heard the next sentence.

"Master said that if you don't go back, if you die here next, no one will collect your body. ”

Then Qinglin ran out of the street at the fastest speed in his life, without stopping for a moment. Qing Fan stood there, smiling continuously, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth that could make him sad.

"Dust masters, each his own master. ”

Sitting there, Jiechen didn't say anything, his face was a little pale, he just nodded, signaling that it was okay, seeing that Jiechen was a little weak, Wang Yi stepped forward and stood in front of Jiechen, this sudden action made Qingfan and Jiechen a little surprised, one was to sigh at the little true life, even Xingjun was not a person who wanted to stop himself, Jiechen was unbearable, and wanted to persuade him, but he saw Wang Yi turn his head and show a smile at Jiechen, and then Jiechen gave up the idea of trying to persuade Wang Yi.

"Why, this friend wants to come out? Then you know that you can't handle this subordinate around me. ”

Wang Yi smiled slightly, hiding his nervousness, saying that it was fake if he was not nervous, and he was afraid when he said no, he didn't believe it himself, but Wang Yi really couldn't bear to watch so many people bully an old man.

"When I was a student, there was a sentence that touched me a little after many years. ”

"Oh, what?"

Qing Fan was interested, anyway, Jiechen and the kid in front of him were both dying people, and he didn't mind letting this kid say a few more words.

Wang Yi looked up at the dark clouds that began to gather in the sky, and said softly: "The book says that a gentleman has something to do and something not to do. ”

"Although he is not a gentleman, he was also a scholar, and today he will follow the example of the sages and be a gentleman. ”

Wang Yi's eyes were shining, he was no longer afraid, he unsheathed the knife from his waist and threw it aside, holding the embroidered spring knife in his hand, like a tiger dying to death.

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It was Qingfan among the three sects who couldn't help but take a few steps back, shocked by the momentum shown by Wang Yi, it turned out that there was still a righteous path in the world, but unfortunately he didn't live long.

Jiechen looked at Wang Yi's back and sighed slightly, it's been a long time since I've met such a person, the last one seems to be the senior brother who is regarded as being able to carry forward the Dharma, but Zhishen said that the senior brother has long gone to Bliss.

"Lord Wang can play to his heart's content, as for those people in black, let them be handed over to the poor monks. ”

Wang Yi, who had his back to Jiechen, nodded, no longer spoke, and the Buddha beads in Jiechen's hands slowly rose and floated to the top of the heads of the two of them, releasing a soft Buddha light to protect the two people below.

Qingfan was calm and calm, standing in place, a white tiger slowly appeared on the ground beside him, looking up to the sky and roaring, standing in front of him, the momentum was extraordinary, and then, an old turtle with a cold breath crawled out, looking at Wang Yi with unkind eyes, a bird cry sounded in the sky, a vermilion bird circled, and then Qingfan let out an angry roar behind him, and a green dragon flew out of Qingfan's body.

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu.

The four holy beasts of Taoism slowly appeared, Wang Yi swallowed his saliva, and the beads of sweat on his face began to appear, he really looked up to himself, he learned from Xiao Wenxuan, this is a common means used by qi practitioners, please God.

Qing Fan pointed at Wang Yi, and the four holy beasts all attacked Wang Yi and Jiechen, constantly impacting the Buddha light falling from the Buddha beads.

Wang Yi's eyes were firmly fixed on the four holy beasts that appeared out of thin air, he knew that although these were illusory, the qi on their bodies was reminding Wang Yi that if they hit his body, then his true life realm would really die.

Wang Yi decided not to stay, clenched the embroidered spring knife, and wanted to attack Qing Fan, Qing Fan seemed to see Wang Yi's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Boy, I advise you to stay there honestly, if you go out of the scope of the Buddha's light, I guarantee that you will first return to the strange fall of Moming, and then face the rain of arrows from these people on the wall, if you can't dodge, you will die no more." ”

Wang Yi smiled miserably, looked back at the crumbling Jiechen, although he didn't know how Jiechen became so weak, but he knew that if after a while, Jiechen would not be able to hold on, and the Buddha's light would disappear, so he would still die.

Since they are all dead, early and late death are all deaths.

Wang Yi poured out all the starlight in his body, attached it to the embroidered spring knife, and let out a long breath, as if he had unloaded a thousand catties of burden, and muttered: "If you die, you will die." ”

The young man immediately broke away from the scope of the Buddha's light, looked firm, raised the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and rushed out.

Qing Fan saw that Wang Yi was really dying, and rushed out of the range of the Buddha's light, with a cruel expression, "Everyone will shoot out all the arrow rain, don't stay." ”