Lu Wushuang shook his head and said, "Of course, if this sword idiot goes back to Wutai Mountain with a high monk to practice Buddhism. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIt's just that my senior brother is not a big traitor, and it's a little inappropriate to go to Wutai Mountain with you. ”

Zhikong laughed loudly and said: "Master Qiu Shi is indeed not a great traitor. But I have heard, do not take evil as small, and do not take good as small. Whether Lord Qiu has done good deeds, the old man does not know. But according to Lao Wei, Qiu Shizhu is all good at stealing and stealing. Li Ling is dizzy, and there is no discipline. I have also heard that those who are wise do not drink the water of the stolen springs, and those who are incorruptible are not eaten by the spurs. Therefore, the old man thinks that Master Qiu also needs to go to Wutai Mountain with me. ”

Lu Wushuang's eyes rolled and he smiled lightly: "Then why didn't the master go to the northwest and turn to the southeast?"

Zhi stroked his silver hair with his empty hand and said, "The main reason for this time is to go to Putuo Mountain in the East China Sea and visit Abbot Shen. We haven't seen each other in twenty years. ”

Lu Wushuang smiled, and the laughter was melodious, like a silver bell echoing in the room.

Zhikong was puzzled and asked, "Why is Lord Lu laughing?"

It took Lu Wushuang a long time before he could hold back his laughter and said, "You didn't say that I really forgot." The master of this cold frost is the master of the Tianshan Mountains, and the master of the sword is the senior brother of the abbot of Jianshen. ”

Zhikong was a little stunned and said: "This Leng Shi is the nephew of the abbot of Jianshen." What a coincidence. ”

Lu Wushuang said coldly: "But monk, do you know how Master Jianhui died?"

Zhikong was even more stunned: "Did Master Hui die?"

Lu Wushuang said word by word: "He died, died under the sword of his apprentice sword idiot. ”

Zhikong closed his eyes, his face was full of sadness, his hands were folded, and he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, sins and sins." ”

Lu Wushuang said: "Seeing Master Hui blocking the sword idiot with his body, in order to seek him to enter the bright avenue, it is a pity that his body is in a different place, and he will not be blinded. It seems that such a person who has no father and no mother, who deceives his teacher and destroys his ancestors, is worthy of staying in the world. After speaking, he looked at Cold Frost.

Leng Hanshuang didn't speak, he quietly drank the medicine in the porcelain bowl. Then he slowly walked to the bed, took off his shoes, and half-lay down against the pillow, a pair of fine eyes that did not know whether he was asleep or open.

There was no more sound in the room, and the atmosphere became unusually solemn for a while.

Zhikong opened his eyes, looked at Leng Hanshuang, and asked, "Leng Shi, I wonder if you have anything to say?"

Leng Hanshuang's eyes were still closed like that, and he said, "Yes, my master died under my sword. But it was a fair contest. My master's death made my sword path, and he died smiling. If you think I'm damned, do it. I challenge people and never take advantage of them. I don't regret what I've done. ”

Monk Zhikong sighed and said to Leng Hanshuang: "Miss Lu is right, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and the heavens are intolerable. And Lao Qu is a disciple of Buddhism, and I really can't bear to see you die in front of Lao Ge. Leng donor, Hugh blames the old man for being ruthless. Today, the old man will nullify your martial arts, and from now on others will not be poisoned by you. ”

Leng Hanshuang said coldly: "If you abolish my martial arts, it is better to kill me with a knife." I'm seriously injured today, and I can't walk with so many of you. This black sword has followed me for many years, hoping to die under my own sword in the end, so as not to suffer. ”

Leng Hanshuang gently placed the Black Sword on his chest, slowly removed the strip of cloth wrapped around the Black Sword, gently stroked the sword body with his right hand, and muttered to himself: "Black Evil, Black Evil, today is my death." It's a pity that in the end, you still haven't been able to win the God Destroyer and become famous all over the world. After speaking, he handed the Black Sword to Monk Zhikong.

Zhikong hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lu Wushuang again.

Lu Wushuang nodded and did not speak.

Zhikong slowly walked to the side of the bed, took the black evil, and also stroked the blade of the sword, his fingers gently slid over the blade, and a drop of blood flowed down from Zhikong's fingers.

"Good sword!" Zhikong exclaimed, and at the same time handed the black sword back to Cold Frost.

Suddenly, Zhikong stretched out his hands and grabbed Leng Hanshuang.

Leng Hanshuang felt a heart-piercing pain in his arms and the big acupoints around his body, and his eyes were dark and unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold frost woke up. He struggled to open his eyes. , he was still lying on the bed, and the room was empty. He wanted to sit up, but felt pain all over his body. He took a breath and found that the dantian was empty, and he couldn't lift a trace of internal strength.

Leng Hanshuang couldn't help but smile bitterly, it turned out that his martial arts had been abolished.

On the mountain road, the great monk Zhikong and Qiu Yintao were still moving forward. Behind them, Lu Wushuang quietly followed. They have been coming out for nearly ten days, and they are about to reach the seashore of the East China Sea.

This great monk grabbed Qiu Yintao and didn't let go, which made Lu Wushuang very anxious. This Zhikong's martial arts are too high, even if all four of their brothers and sisters are together, they will only end up being captured. But let Qiu Yintao really study Buddhism with this Zhikong master for three years, Lu Wushuang will definitely not be reconciled.

At this moment, a soft sunset shone on the empty valley. Zhikong stood on a small hill and looked into the distance with his hands on the pergola. He vaguely saw in the distance, about four or five miles away, there was a small farmyard. Zhikong took Qiu Yintao and continued to walk forward, and when the sun had set and the moon rabbit had risen in the east, the two arrived at the house.

Zhikong tidied up his clothes, then stepped forward and knocked on the knocker.

After a while, the lights flashed inside, and a young girl walked out. The girl was about twenty-five or sixteen years of age, and wore a light blue bodice with small white flowers embroidered on it. The man is very fair-looking, plump, with a towering chest and round hips. Under the light of the lantern, she was a little surprised to see an old monk and a short man standing outside the door. She didn't know either of them. Seeing that this old monk was already seventy years old, the short man looked like a little boy.

The woman in blue asked softly, "I don't know what the two of you are doing?"

With a kind look on his face, Zhikong bowed and said, "Amitabha." The female benefactor, polite. It was getting late, and I missed the night. Can the female benefactor open the door and let me wait for a night of rest in Guibao's mansion and set off tomorrow?"

The woman in blue frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid this is inconvenient." I'm all women here, and it's inconvenient for you two big men to come in. ”

Zhikong pondered for a moment and said, "If it's inconvenient, then we won't go in." Can the female benefactor make it convenient for us to eat? We haven't eaten yet. ”

The woman in blue looked the two up and down again, thought for a moment and said, "Okay then." There is nothing else, only steamed buns. ”

Zhikong smiled, bowed and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva." ”