Xu Beiyou looked up with difficulty, only to see that the colorless monk had raised his foot and couldn't step out, and his face showed a look of anger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A middle-aged monk came to Xu Beiyou's back and said flatly, "Do you recognize me?"

The colorless Venerable Master's face was solemn, and after hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Excellency's attire seems to be a person from the Buddhist sect, I don't know which school and which academy is the disciple?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk is from the eight tribes. ”

Xu Beiyou heard the identity of the owner of the voice at this time, but this reunion scene was a little unexpected.

The Colorless Master took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't be good today, so he didn't say anything more, stretched out his five fingers, and slapped down with a large palm with all his might, spreading a palm-shaped ripple in the sky, smashing into the middle-aged monk's head.

The middle-aged monk who had grown green hair stubble on his head looked calm, stretched out a hand, and gently grabbed the palm that vibrated the ripples of vitality.

The Colorless Master's face was gloomy, the qi in his body was surging, and he took a deep breath, ready to take another big mudra to test the person's reality, but when he raised his hand again, the middle-aged monk was impatient to continue to entangle with him, and directly punched the Colorless Master with a straight punch, which made the Colorless Master face full of peach blossoms, blood splashed everywhere, and the whole person staggered back a few steps, and the sea of qi was extremely disordered.

Xu Beiyou was dumbfounded, Zhang Wuxian deserved to be a master of the world who could have an equal relationship with his master, relying on the advantages of the two swords of Tianlan and Evil, he still couldn't help the golden body of the Colorless Master, but in front of Zhang Wuxi, it was like paper paste, and it was shattered with just one punch.

The Colorless Venerable Master covered his face, blood flowed from between his fingers, and asked in a muffled voice, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

After the middle-aged monk collected his fists, he said lightly: "In Xia Zhang Wuxi, he was once the dragon king of the eight dragons of Buddhism. ”

The Colorless Venerable Master was almost frightened and stumbled again, the Dragon King Zhang Wuzhi was among the top three among the Eight Divisions? Although it was recently rumored that Zhang Wuzhi was deposed from the position of Dragon King by the presiding monk of Buddhism, he put aside the identity of the Dragon King of the Eight Divisions of Buddhism, and that was also the sick tiger Zhang Wuzhi of the imperial court!

The colorless Venerable Master lowered his head, no longer having the previous arrogance and self-satisfaction, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "I don't know if Senior Zhang is here, the younger generation is offended, and I hope that the senior will open up the net and spare the younger generation this time." ”

Xu Beiyou struggled to get up with his sword in both hands, and said weakly: "I've seen Senior Zhang." ”

Zhang Wuxian waved his hand and said, "Just call me Zhang Wuxi." ”

The Colorless Master is not a stupid person, at this time, his mind was in a hurry, and suddenly he had a heart, this young man claimed to be a disciple of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, he could use the sword thirteen, and he held two peerless swords that even he would envy, and he could also know a character like Zhang Wuxi, who else could he be if he was not the young master of the Sword Sect?!

Who would have thought that when he said casually before, it was a blind cat that bumped into a dead mouse, and the young master of the Sword Sect who couldn't be found in the Demon Suppression Hall was right under his nose?!

But then again, who would have thought that a young master of the Sword Sect with an extraordinary identity would come here desperately for a little girl to come with him?

Then the Colorless Venerable Master's heart sank, the grievances and grievances between the two mountains of Daomen and Sword Sect stretched for thousands of years, and the hatred was as deep as the sea, and a big man like Murong Xuanyin could make waves in this sea, but his casual cultivation without relying on the backer could never be mixed, and once he was involved in it, it would be a death without a place to be buried.

Thinking of what Zhang Wuxian had just said, the Colorless Master suddenly felt a chill rise from his back, and his scalp exploded.

He looked up suddenly, just in time to see Zhang Wuxian, who was expressionless, looking down at him condescendingly.

The Colorless Master wanted to speak, but he felt that his body was enveloped by endless qi and he couldn't open his mouth.

Zhang Wuxi said in a cold tone: "I didn't want to kill more, but now that I have left Buddhism, I don't have to abide by the precepts, so I blame you for being too active, and you have to kill if you know Xu Beiyou's identity." ”

When the words fell, Zhang Wuxian slapped his head with a palm, and the colorless master had been broken by Zhang Wuxian's golden body with a punch before, and at this time, he was naturally powerless in the face of this palm, with his ears, mouth, nose and eyes, but in all the holes, bright red blood spurted out, and the bones clicked chaotically.

Zhang Wuxian withdrew his palm, and the colorless master still stood without falling.

Rustling, a cloud of dust flew up, and in an instant, the whole person of the Colorless Master turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.

At the same time, Xu Beiyou had time to breathe, put away the sword and returned to the sword box, the sea of qi gave birth to dragons and tigers, his complexion slowly improved, his face turned from black to light purple, then from light purple to dark blue, and finally turned pale.

Zhang Wuxian said softly: "With the grace of Lan Xiang, Zhang has left Buddhism, and he will return to the court in a few days, but before that, I have to settle some old things." I met Murong Xuanyin some time ago, and I knew your current situation, I wanted to go to the northwest to find you, but I had no shame to see the benefactor Han Gongwenbi, so I have been staying in Yanzhou and Qizhou. In addition, I also met Her Royal Highness the Princess who passed by in Qizhou, and after Her Royal Highness the Princess knew my intention here, let me bring you a word. ”

Xu Beiyou's face was a little strange, and he hesitated slightly: "Please speak." ”

Zhang Wuxi patted Xu Beiyou on the shoulder, helped him calm the disordered qi in his body, and said, "Her Royal Highness the princess said that she was waiting for you in Jiangnan, so let you go to see her earlier." ”

Xu Beiyou smiled bitterly: "The Demon Suppression Hall has laid a big net and gone to Jiangnan, which is very light." ”

Zhang Wuxian said: "Chenye knows that you have a shallow foundation, and if you want to control the sword qi Lingkong Hall left by Gongsun Zhongmou, you must rely on Zhang Xueyao, the elder of the Sword Sect, so cast this net and guard the river to wait for you." Speaking of which, thanks to Han Gong, he knew that I would not go to see him, so he brought me a letter in advance through an old friend of the year, which told me your general route, so that I could find you as soon as possible. ”

Xu Beiyou sighed and said, "First of all, congratulations on your return to your career, I don't know when you will take office?"

The great master, who was about to change from the Dragon King of Buddhism to the sick tiger of the imperial court, smiled and said: "Don't worry, first end the appointment between you and me in Jiangnan, and then the hair will be almost long, and then go to meet Lan Xiang and Your Majesty, and when everything is right, it will probably be the end of the year." ”

Xu Beiyou asked again: "You want to go to Jiangnan with me?"

Zhang Wuxian shook his head and said: "It stands to reason that I should have walked with you, but I still have some grievances with Buddhism that have not been settled, so I can only send you to Qizhou, and the next road will depend on you to go." ”

Xu Beiyou, who was planning to go on the road alone, was not disappointed, but nodded calmly. Just as he wanted to continue to breathe the injuries in his body, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit, and hurriedly picked up the sword box and walked towards the hall.

Coming to the hall, several women were still in a coma, but there was no trace of Lin Jinxiu, bypassing the Buddha statue and entering the apse, where there was a splendid bed, Lin Jinxiu collapsed on it, and was removed from the big cloak that he did not leave on weekdays, and he couldn't move, so he could only open a pair of eyes and cry silently.

After seeing Xu Beiyou, although his appearance at this time was different from before, his clothes and posture had not changed, Lin Jinxiu's face was full of energy, and tears could not stop flowing.

After Xu Beiyou approached, he found that Lin Jinxiu opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was inaudible, and his mouth shape should be Lao Xu.

Xu Beiyou didn't know why a nameless sadness rose in his heart for some reason, and he reached out to help her wipe away the tears on her face, it was cold, and he smiled reluctantly: "Don't cry, it's all over." ”

Lin Jinxiu finally slowly stopped her tears, after the previous fright, her little face was snow-white at this time, but it matched the pale Xu Beiyou very well, her voice was extremely light and thin, and she said weakly: "Old Xu ......"

At this time, Zhang Wuxian also followed Xu Bei into the inner hall and walked to Lin Jinxiu's side. After Lin Jinxiu saw Zhang Wuxi, the monk, her face showed horror again, and Xu Beiyou hurriedly comforted her: "This is a senior monk of the Middle Earth Buddhism, not a foreign monk, and the lewd monk was beaten to death by the great monk." ”

Lin Jinxiu's expression eased slightly.

Zhang Wuxian didn't say much, and stretched out his hand to take a sip of the Buddhist family's mild qi for Lin Jinxiu, breaking the qi shackles left in Lin Jinxiu's body by the colorless Venerable Master, only to see that her face slowly calmed down, her hands and feet were no longer stiff, and the whole person gradually returned to normal.

Lin Jinxiu felt that the whole person was warm, and her spirit couldn't help relaxing, and a huge tiredness hit her heart, and she subconsciously grabbed Xu Beiyou's hand and fell asleep.