Chapter 291: Fierce Monk

When several young and strong sailors heard Qian Wanjin's words, they immediately stepped forward and rolled up their arms and sleeves, and were about to bombard the monks to get off the ship. As soon as the people put on the monk's robes, the monks turned around, and the sailors "plopped!" and fell on the deck. Mom and Dad howled and made a mess.

Although Qian Wanjin didn't know martial arts, he could also see that this monk was by no means ordinary. The monk took a few steps in the direction of Qian Wanjin, and his eyes emitted two cold rays.

Qian Wanjin immediately took a few steps back in fright, and said in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

The monk said coldly, "Prepare me good wine and meat, and then prepare me a thousand taels of gold." The old man may be merciful and spare you. ”

Qian Wanjin held on to the railing and said tremblingly: "One thousand taels of gold, where can I have so much!"

The monk thought for a moment and said, "Then give as much as you want." The old man is not an unreasonable person. Hurry up and prepare, don't delay the old man's trip. ”

Qian Wanjin said in a trembling voice: "Where are you going, monk?"

The monk said in a deep voice: "Cross me to the west bank of the Xiangjiang River." Go ahead and prepare! Don't be verbose. ”

Qian Wanjin struggled to the cabin with all his courage. The monk followed suitably into the cabin.

As soon as the monk entered the cabin, his eyes flashed with hesitation. There were two women and a man sitting in the cabin.

The man is wearing a light blue cotton gown, with colorful eyebrows and eyes like a star. The face is like beautiful jade, the lips are like painted Zhu, the expression is chic, and the bearing is extraordinary. One white and one green for women.

The woman in white has long hair fluttering, a green jade hairpin is not topped, her face is like clotted fat, her eyes are like autumn water, her skin is icy and her skin is snowy, and she is extraordinary. is not like a girl in the world, but like Chang'e in the Moon Palace.

The woman in green has a golden hairpin pinned with light blue gemstone beads on her head. The face is like Fu powder, the cheeks are like peach blossoms, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and the jade wrists are fragrant and skinny, although they are not as beautiful as the women in white, but they have the charm of a girl. Looking at the face is not shocked, the expression is quiet, and there is a faint sense of not being angry and self-assured.

The two women and one man did not show the slightest surprise or panic when they saw the monk enter the cabin. It was as if the three of them had not heard the scene on the deck at all.

The monk sat down cross-legged opposite Liu Jingxuan and placed the purple gold demon pestle beside him. As soon as his eyes were closed, his hands were folded, and he began to settle down. After a short time, Qian Wanjin trembled and came to the monk with a wooden plate, on which were placed a few ingots of gold, which were two or three hundred taels.

The monk slowly opened his two maddening eyes and nodded lightly: "Let the donor have more expenses, the old man is grateful." In addition, he hurriedly prepared delicious food and wine, and sailed the ship to the west bank, and the old man had to board the journey. ”

Qian Wanjin nodded again and again, and hurriedly instructed his subordinates to prepare. After a while, the people put the food on the table in the cabin. The monk took off the green veil and began to eat and drink.

Liu Jingxuan, Zhuge Qinglin, and Chun Yu couldn't help but be a little moved when they saw the monk's face. The monk's face had obviously been burned by the fire, and his face was covered with scars, which made people shudder and shudder at the sight.

At this time, the big ship staggered and left the ferry port and approached the west bank.

Qian Wanjin also put food in front of Liu Jingxuan and others,

Liu Jingxuan nodded in thanks. Liu Jingxuan had no appetite at all at this time, and Zhuge Qinglin and Chun Yu only ate a little.

Seeing that the big ship had sailed into the center of the river, the monk glanced up at Liu Jingxuan, and suddenly put down his wine glass.

"Dare to ask the donor, can the sword you hold beside you show the old man a look?"

Liu Jingxuan frowned slightly and shook his head: "Senior monk, you and I meet in Pingshui, I don't think it's good!"

Liu Jingxuan's blunt refusal made the monk a little displeased. A trace of killing intent appeared in the monk's eyes, and he said coldly: "The donor is young, and he can wear the silver rainbow sword, which shows that the donor's martial arts are by no means idle. But in front of the poor monks, I'm afraid you are still far behind. The poor monk wants this sword of yours, like a bag to get something. The donor was advised to quickly send Yinhong's hands to the poor monk. The poor monk is merciful, but you can be spared. If not, next year today will be your day of sacrifice. ”

Liu Jingxuan's brows furrowed even tighter, he glanced at the monk in front of him, and said coldly: "Great monk, listening to your voice, you should be not young. Why is it still so unproductive. Isn't it true that you grew up without anyone telling you that it's not right to just grab other people's things. You just wounded the subordinate outside the money clerk and robbed him of his gold. And now they covet my sword. It seems that your face is really shameless and skinless!"

The monk's face was gloomy as water, and his eyes flashed with boundless killing intent: "The old man has good intentions and does not want to take your life. But you are obsessed with it, and you have to die. Then don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

With that, the monk stood up and strode towards Liu Jingxuan. A huge air flow swept through Liu Jingxuan's pale blue robe, making a "fluttering" sound.

Liu Jingxuan was unmoved, and sat calmly in place, his eyes fixed on the oncoming fierce monk.

The monk strode in front of Liu Jingxuan, stretched out his right palm and slapped it on Liu Jingxuan's head.

Suddenly, there was a sharp flash in the cabin, and the silver rainbow came out of the box, like a white line against the monk's right palm. There was an inaudible sound, and the light sound of flesh tearing was like a dragonfly flapping its wings, and it was like a scorched leaf. The monk suddenly withdrew his right palm and took a step back. A drop of blood slipped from the palm of his right palm, and the monk felt a trace of pain.

"What a fast sword! interesting!" the monk's eyes flashed with resentment.

Liu Jingxuan took out a white silk handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the sword body of Yinhong, and then slowly returned Yinhong to the box.

The monk glanced at the princess Chunyu and Zhuge Qinglin next to him, and the faces of the two girls were very calm, as if nothing had happened just now. But in fact, Chun Yu and Zhuge Qinglin's hearts were shocked. Even Liu Jingxuan's heart was pounding. The battle just now was instantaneous.

The monk slapped Liu Jingxuan's palm with the momentum of Mount Tai's pressure, but Liu Jingxuan did not dare to touch it with his right palm. If it weren't for Yinhong, it was a peerless divine weapon, and the opponent's unparalleled palm power would only slap the sword into two sections on the spot.

The monk was also a little surprised, Liu Jingxuan's seemingly understated sword was really surprisingly fast, even he couldn't achieve such a quick and accurate sword. The monk is a little difficult to ride a tiger, Liu Jingxuan saw that he was not idle as soon as he made a move, and the two girls on the side looked so ancient, I was afraid that the martial arts would not be weak.

The monk hesitated for a moment, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said lightly: "It's really not easy to see that you have practiced to this cultivation, the old man has the virtue of a good life, so let's let you wait today." This silver rainbow sword, the old man doesn't want it!", and slowly returned to his own case.