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The soft sword, the high-grade stainless steel soft sword, although it is not as good as the drizzle sword that used to be, but it is also one of the best swords in the world.

As soon as the sword was swung, there was almost no need to infuse too much internal force, and the trembling tip of the sword was like a letter of a poisonous snake churning out countless afterimages.

The moment the raindrops touched, one after another sword shadows attacked, breaking the droplets of water. In the next moment, the sword shadows all over the sky seemed to have completely submerged the figure of the person.

"Wow......"

Still, everything is still again, just as the rain that is constantly falling between heaven and earth is no exception.

The two fingers, as if cast together with the tip of the sword, clamped each other tightly.

Zeng Jing saw the eyes under the mask, cold, blunt, and mocking......

"Wow!"

The cold wind is still blowing, and the rain is pouring down.

Jiang Feng suddenly said with a laugh: "The water sword technique, over the years, has not grown at all!"

There didn't seem to be a single movement, and the next moment, a crack appeared. Like a cobweb, which suddenly appeared on the blade of the sword, the sword soon turned into pieces of iron that were scattered together.

"Who are you?"

Zeng Jing didn't continue to shoot, such a terrifying martial art was really rare for her to be the number one killer of Blackstone. No, to be more precise, he had never seen a person who could make her not resist in the slightest.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I am here for only one purpose, and that is half of Rama's body in your hands. ”

Legend has it that 800 years ago, there was a Tianzhu man Rama, who crossed the sea to the Central Plains to preach the Dharma. He voluntarily purified himself and entered the palace of Emperor Wu of Liang for three years.

After that, Rama crossed the river and faced the wall of Jiuhua Mountain for 19 years, and practiced peerless martial arts. After Rama's death, he was buried in Bears Ears Mountain by the men. A few years later, his body was stolen from the coffin. And it is divided into two parts.

Legend has it that whoever gets the body will be able to practice peerless magic skills and dominate the martial arts. In order to fight for the remains, there was a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes.

Later, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that the body of half of Rama was obtained by Zhang Haiduan, the first assistant of the dynasty. Blackstone made a big move, and the three masters under the Wheel King came out together to kill Zhang Hairui's entire family, and the first master of Blackstone, the drizzle of the water sword, disappeared without a trace after he succeeded that year, with half of Rama's body and 800,000 taels of silver.

"Did Ghost Li leak my traces?"

Zeng Jing, the former drizzle, asked.

"No, as long as I want to find someone, then even if he hides to the ends of the earth, he will definitely not be able to escape. ”

"Then why do you need me to find Rama's body?"

"The price, the price is different!"

The thunderstorm comes and goes as fast as it gets, and the rain is getting lighter, and the dark clouds in the sky are about to move from here to another piece of the sky.

The rain is about to stop.

"Tomorrow morning, I will come here again and hand it over, so that you can be truly free! And more people will not be implicated because of you!"

Turning around, Jiang Feng's figure began to leave, and the time he put away the umbrella was also the moment when the heavy rain stopped.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zeng Jing still didn't give up, she didn't even know who she lost in the hands of someone. She is a high-minded and arrogant character, she can fail, but she can't fail without knowing it.

"The Zen machine has not yet arrived ......"

The voice fell, and the strange figure had disappeared at the end of the alley.

"The Zen machine has not arrived, and the Zen machine has not arrived, is all this a coincidence, or something else?"

......

The stone bridge, Zeng Jing walked over the small stone bridge, and among the woods at night, it seemed a little more dark and gloomy.

The moment she walked across the stone bridge, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the stone bridge, and in her mind, she had already thought of her Q&A with the master of the fool in Nanjing Yunhe Temple.

Zeng Jing asked: Master, why did he say before he died: The Zen machine has arrived?

See the idiot answer: The Buddha enlightened the world to pay attention to chance, as soon as the Zen machine passes, the fate will be extinguished, and the Zen machine has not arrived, although the point is not in the middle.

Zeng Jing asked again: Then, what does it mean to be willing to incarnate as a stone bridge for 500 years and be beaten by wind and rain?

Answer: Before the Buddha's disciple Ananda became a monk, he saw a young girl on the road, and since then he has been in love with him. The Buddha asked him, "How much do you like that girl?" Ananda replied, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, but I ask this girl to walk over the bridge." Then he's very good to you. Let's live well, and come here when your heart is not timely.

Zeng Jing's heart had never been so unstable, she looked at the stone bridge as if she really saw Lu Zhu. Perhaps since he left himself four swordsmanship and was willing to die under his own sword, Zeng Jing would never forget him.

Looking up, he looked up at the road and the woods behind him, where it was equally dark and silent.

Zeng Jing didn't know if there was anyone inside, maybe there was, maybe there wasn't.

His own value lies in Rama's body, and once there is no Rama's body, he has no value. People who have no value and don't even know what will happen to them in the next moment, this is the sorrow of the weak.

Is death really that scary?

Zeng Jing didn't have the courage to die, otherwise, she would never have survived to this day.

With almost no moonlight, Zeng Jing came to a cemetery.

The tomb of the folk girl Zeng Jing.

The best place to hide Rama's body is, of course, in a place where even if it is seen, it will never be thought of.

If a person finds a corpse in the tomb, he really won't associate it with the treasures of the rivers and lakes.

A blue rag with half a corpse inside, this is the body of Rama that has made countless people in the world excited.

Before Monk Lu Zhu died, he not only told Zeng Jing the secret of Rama's body, but also asked her to bring Rama's body back to Yunhe Temple in Nanjing and hand it over to Master Jianzhi. It's just that Zeng Jing left Rama's body behind and hid it here.

"This peerless martial art cannot be practiced by people who are not profound in Buddhism......"

Zeng Jing has always believed in Monk Lu Zhu's words, if there is a reason, then it must be because she is still a woman.

Zeng Jing casually carried the precious body of Rama behind him. For her, perhaps, this Rama's body is really a burden.

In a small inn in the capital, Jiang Feng's mask had been taken off. It is a great irony that the former mirror owner did not dare to look at the mirror.

"Heavenly Crying Sutra, Heavenly Crying Sutra, but soon, the secret in Rama's body can even regenerate severed limbs, and it will definitely solve this damn curse!"

Jiang Feng, who had put on a mask and regained his composure, suddenly looked into the distance, which was the direction of the north of the city. (To be continued.) )