Amur was overjoyed when he heard his admiration, and said: "I have spent years searching for talents to fulfill this wish. However, after our Hu people came to the Central Plains, they seemed to have been assimilated by the atmosphere here, and one by one they could only hold pens and not knives. I've been chasing for years but it's been in vain.

Today, however, I am like seeing a morning star in the night. Look at this ...... eating."

He pointed to the bloody leg of mutton on the table and said, "We Hu people originally ate meat, where did we get so much red tape?"

The ancients said: Don't be hidden, don't see the subtle. The slightest place is the embodiment of a person's great festival. I dare say that Your Excellency is the leader of Heaven for the Hu people, and if I had followed you from the beginning of the incident, my life's wish would be sufficient!"

The big bustard nodded and said, "Okay, just Chong can come to me, you are also a person with some vision, I will give you a secret." First, I don't need your help to take the horse, and I will definitely be able to capture it. Second, even if you don't help me, I'll arrange something for you to do after the deed is completed, so that you can show your life's ambitions, how about it?"

Amur said: "It would be best if that were the case. Just ......"

The big buzzard sneered, "What, you don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe it!," Amr explained, "but if you make a mistake, all your hard work will be in vain......

The big buzzard did not answer, snatched the saber that Amur used to cut flesh at his waist, and twisted it with a slight effort in his hand. Amur's eyes were straight, and he said for a long time: "This ...... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The big buzzard looked at him and snorted coldly, "I'll tell you, there is no case." We Hu people have always advanced and retreated, don't make that kind of discouraged assumption. Hmph, what's the point of living if you can't even fight for a little colt?"

Amur was silent for a while and said: "The good man is reasonable, I used to be too persistent. ”

The big buscination let out an "um", and suddenly picked up the bowl of steaming sheep's blood and said, "Drink it." By drinking it, we make a sacred vow that we will never break it. ”

Although Amur is a Hu person, his diet in the Central Plains has long been no different from that of the Han people. Looking at this big bowl of blood, my heart was as disgusting as turning over the river. However, this is related to his future fate, even if it is a bowl of poison, he has to dry it in one bite.

So he turned his heart sideways, raised the bowl and held his breath, not daring to let the blood stay in his mouth for a moment, and smashed straight into his stomach.

After drinking, he also showed the bottom of the bowl to the big bustard to show his sincerity.

The big buzzard smiled: "Okay, you will be my confidant in the future!"

Before Amur could finish his words, ......the blood in his stomach suddenly surged, and a fishy and salty frenzy rushed through his body.

Amur covered his mouth and held back desperately, although only a little bit was leaked, but it was not hindered by the overall situation. However, the words of allegiance of "willing to go to the soup for Your Excellency, and do not give up" were not said after all.

The big buscination patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Okay, I know your determination." Let's go and grab the horse's seat. ”

At this time, Amur had swallowed back the blood, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said: "Master, slow, the little one doesn't know your name yet." ”

The big buzzard didn't think about it in this section, he thought for a moment and said: "I'm a Hu person competing for the world, and it's good to use this 'male' word as a name." As for the surname...... This place is Chengdu, so I'll take a homophonic surname Cheng. Look at it, Amur, the name will soon scare a lot of people. ”

So the two went together to prepare for the martial arts competition.

However, it is said that there is a thousand-year-old temple in Jinguan City, which is called Daci Temple, which is the place where the white tiger regent Mud Bodhisattva temporarily lives and governs. The mud bodhisattva does not seek wealth, the second is not greedy for enjoyment, and the third is not in love with power. In addition to reviewing the newspaper every day, it is to worship the Buddha in good faith.

However, that night, she walked out of the hall and looked at the starry sky in a daze. Late autumn has arrived, and the wind brings infinite gloom.

A six- or seven-year-old monk brought a brocade robe, knelt on the ground and said, "Please add a piece of clothing to your lordship so that you don't catch a cold." "This man's name is Aji, and he is a servant of the mud bodhisattva.

The mud bodhisattva glanced at the brocade robe and said coldly: "How many times have I told you, we are monks, don't use such delicate things." The Han people say it well: the five colors make people faint, the five tones make people confused, and the five flavors make people drunk. If you are always thinking about enjoyment, you will be distracted. When people are distracted, how can they worship the monks and Buddhas?"

The little monk said aggrievedly: "What about this robe?"

"It's burned. "The mud bodhisattva cut through the railway. But she looked back at Aji's crying face, and couldn't help sighing: "The brocade robe is burned, you can help me bring the cotton robe again, okay?"

The little monk was overjoyed and took the order to leave. Soon a shabby cotton robe was brought in. The mud bodhisattva draped it on, still silently looking at the Milky Way.

Aji suddenly asked, "What is the Lord looking at?" This sentence was never dared to be asked, but Aji was stunned, there was no concept of dignity and inferiority, and it was not rude to come from him.

It happened that the mud bodhisattva was in a good mood, so he replied: "I'm looking at a star, he is the savior of our White Tiger Fan." I've been waiting for him for so many years, and he's finally coming. ”

The little monk asked, "Which one, why can't I see it?"

The mud bodhisattva couldn't help but smile, pointed to the western sky and said, "It's the largest and brightest red star, have you seen it?"

Aji searched for a long time, and suddenly clapped his hands and said: "I saw it, I saw it! Lord, this star is so big, our White Tiger Fan's savior is amazing!"

The mud bodhisattva said, "That's nature. This star is the Buddha and the Bodhisattva. He will come to you, and you will honor him and love him with all your heart. ”

The little monk said: "Well, Aji must do what the lord said." ”

He looked at the sky again, and suddenly shouted: "Lord, look, you see, there is also a big star in the east, which is almost as bright as ours, and it is slowly walking towards the middle of the sky!"

The mud bodhisattva's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he said hatefully: "This is our White Tiger Fan's enemy, the sooner you get rid of it, the better." It's a pity that he let him run last time, and now it seems that it has become the climate. 'M afraid...... He's going to be even harder to deal with later. ”

The little monk said nervously: "Then who is more powerful, he or the red one?"

"Of course it's our savior!" she said to the little monk seriously: "You remember, Obsidian is always the most powerful and perfect, and no one else can compare with him." This does not need to be discussed. ”

The little monk nodded ignorantly, but still wondered why the discussion was not allowed.

After a while, he asked, "Lord, these stars represent people. Right?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

"I ...... I just want to know what kind of person Obsidian is......"

The mud bodhisattva sighed, and the appearance of a monk appeared in front of him. At that moment, her eyes were suddenly full of tenderness.

"He is the gentlest and most beautiful man in the world. I met him a long, long time ago, when we loved to look at the stars together. ”

"Is it like we are now?" asked the little monk.

The mud bodhisattva smiled: "Well, just like now. I can't finish telling the story about him for three days and three nights. He taught me how to understand the fate of man from the stars. ”

"And then, what happened to that adult?"

The mud bodhisattva choked in his throat, and tried his best to suppress his voice and said, "He...... He's dead. ”

The little monk was shocked: "What? Dead? Lord, what the hell is going on?"

The mud bodhisattva touched Aji's bald head and said, "Don't worry, kid, don't worry. It is the flesh that dies, and his soul is immortal.

I later learned that the obsidian star he had been pointing out to me was his own incarnation. He wanted to do something big, and he had to abandon that somewhat weak body and become hard-hearted.

He gave up his life for our White Tiger Fan, I am not so great, but I have to do something.

Aji, do you know that we used to have a kind of person called 'Elder' in the White Tiger Fan. ”

The little monk said, "Well, I've heard my father say it." ”

"Yes. Those people are the murderers who killed the Red Obsidian Star, and they are also the root of our White Tiger Fan's fall. I've done a little trick to get rid of them all.

There is also Zhang Xiaoqing, the king of the northwest, who was made by me to plot against him, and finally died at the hands of his adopted son. The country is ruined, and the world is ashamed.

There are also those Central Plains people and the Great Liang Dynasty who regard our White Tiger Fan as barbarians, they are not good things.

They think I'm content to occupy Sichuan? Joke, what I want is the whole world!"

She smiled suddenly: "Of course, the rest of these can only be done by Obsidian, and I can't." ”

The little monk asked, "Then when will he come?" I'm a little anxious!"

The mud bodhisattva looked at the starry sky and muttered, "Come soon, he's coming soon......

Ma Cuoren, my love, do you remember my appearance after a lifetime of reincarnation......?

When the little monk saw her talking to herself, he suddenly felt sleepy, yawned and said, "Lord, I'm going to sleep!"

The mud bodhisattva snorted, his gaze as if he was about to melt into the red light of the obsidian star.

At this moment, Lu Heng was hurrying under a starry moon. He never seemed to need to rest, and he only slept for a while. No one, including his friends, knew where he got all this energy.

He's still hunting people down. It's just that the target has changed from a sick tiger monk to a giant buzzard. Lu Heng was seven or eight points sure in his heart that the sick tiger monk was probably dead.

Along the way, he had passed a nameless black mountain range, which exuded an unsettling dark aura. When he went to check, there was nothing, only a few deep cracks in the shadow of the mountain. It resembles the shape of a door.

The breath of the Sick Tiger Monk was interrupted there, and in its place were five darker beings. They were dripping with black blood from head to toe. Although Lu Heng was a heartless person, he naturally hated them. Therefore, he must continue to chase after him, not for anything else - no matter what righteousness or reasoning is all right, just to calm the flame that burns quietly in his chest.