Chapter 105: Murder and Trickery

Mt. Shomuro.

Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old ancient temple.

Ask the Heart Cliff.

Cliffs, waterfalls, breezes, birdsong, and people.

Three people: the former abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Ci, the old monk, and Mo Dump Chi.

The three of them confronted each other, and the atmosphere was stagnant, like a glacier piling up, cold and solemn.

The top of the cliff. Xuan Ci looked at the ink pouring pool with cold eyes.

The ink pouring pool was in the center, the wind was light, and he looked at the sweeping old monk.

The old monk held the broom and swept the floor - one step at a time, the red maple leaves and the withered yellow pine leaves gathered together with the broom.

The old monk walked slowly towards the ink pool.

Mo Tingchi smiled slightly, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a long sword hanging from his waist.

He had two things on him: a folding fan and an iron sword.

As long as these two things exist, he has no fear in the whole world.

Xuan Ci stood up, silently and unmoving, staring at the ink pool.

The folding fan shook gently, and the ink poured into the pool and stood up, facing the two of them, smiling freely, like a spring breeze.

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The ink poured into the pool, not spoken or moved.

Xuan Ci, looking at people, looking at the heart and looking at the Buddha.

Sweeping monks, sweeping the floor and sweeping the leaves to sweep the cold winter.

The three-legged formation formed a solemn, cold, and natural atmosphere, and the battle situation was about to break out.

Mo Dumping Chi was calm, smiled, glanced at the sweeping monk, and then glanced at Xuan Ci behind him, breaking this strange and dignified atmosphere, and said: "The picture is poor, the dagger is revealed, the matter has come to this, the two of you still tell the truth, if it is in danger today, I have no leisure to waste time with the two of you here." ”

One, two, three.

After the three-breath time, the sweeping monk continued to sweep the floor calmly, with the same steps, and continued to go up the mountain. And Xuan Ci was silent like a sculpture, and he didn't speak.

The ink pouring pool no longer waited, stepped down the cliff, and faced the sweeping monk.

The two passed by, but never passed.

The Ink Pouring Pool was immediately knocked out by a magnificent force.

Ling Bo walked elegantly and unloaded.

Spin around in the air.

Man is back where he was again.

The sweeping monk was calm and calm, and continued to sweep the floor, breaking step by step.

Xuan Ci stood tall, like a god and Buddha who did not eat the fireworks of the world, and ignored everything in front of him.

With the gradual approach of the sweeping monk, the magnificent momentum continued to crush towards the ink pouring pool. The color of the ink pouring pool changed slightly, his eyes were different, and he sneered: "Today's matter is over, I will leave here, and I don't need to send each other." ”

Limbo microstep.

The ink poured into the pond step by step, like a cloud of smoke swept past the sweeping monk, galloping away.

This time it's not a temptation, it's faster and more ethereal.

Xuanci Gujing had no waves, and at this time he also changed color, and took a step forward, wanting to stop it, but he didn't make a move.

It's not that Xuan Ci doesn't want to stop it, but someone has already blocked the ink pouring pool.

The sweeping monk swept to the ground, slowly moving forward, walking a few ordinary steps, but blocking the strange and peerless footwork of the ink pouring pool.

Ling Bo Weibu, in terms of mystical changes, there is no such set of footwork today that can beat Ling Bo Weibu. However, the ink pouring pool walked in with Ling Bo, but was cracked by the sweeping monk in a few steps.

The ink pouring pool is like a tiger in a cage, imprisoned in a square inch of land.

And this square inch is getting smaller and smaller, and it is gradually disappearing.

The sweeping monk broke the pressure step by step, and the place where the ink poured pool became narrower and scarcer.

When the sweeping monk was only about fifteen steps away from him, Mo Tianchi suddenly paused, sighed lightly, and said, "Mo Mou has killed people in his life, and he doesn't want to kill again today." ”

Xuan Ci's face was pale, a light sigh sounded in his ears, his expression froze, and the ink pouring pool appeared in front of him, and his hands came out together, hitting his throat and heart.

Xuan Ci looked inconvenient, and used the robe to subdue the demon skill to protect the body, the left hand used the Donkey Kong palm to deal with the ink tilting pool left hand mastery, and the right hand used the Prajna palm to deal with the trick of the ink tilting pool's right hand, and the defense was not leaky.

The sweeping monk broke through the pressure step by step, and Xuan Ci understood that as long as he could block the first wave of attacks of the Ink Dumping Pool, the Ink Dumping Pool would be unable to fly, but it was a pity that he still underestimated the Ink Dumping Pool after all.

As we all know, the swordsmanship of the ink pouring pool is superb in the world, and no one in today's martial arts can compare with it, so few people know that the kung fu of the ink pouring pool is also wonderful. What's more, few people have thought that the folding fan in the hand of the ink pouring pool is also one of his great skills.

Xuan Ci used the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts and three stunts to deal with the two-handed attack of the Ink Dumping Pool, but forgot to guard against the sword and folding fan of the Ink Dumping Pool.

The white paper fan rushed out from the waist of the ink pouring pool in an instant on the back side of Xuan Ci.

Start with a folding fan.

With my left hand, I stabbed Xuan Ci in the chest like a sword.

Xuan Ci took a blow with his robe, and although his chest was red, he instantly slapped the head of Mo Dump Chi with Donkey Kong palm.

Limbo microstep.

The ink pour pool quickly dodged, and at the same time, the folding fan opened instantly.

With a bang, the folding fan changed shape and position, heading straight for Xuan Ci's throat.

Between the lightning and flint, the two of them passed four moves.

Mo Dumping Chi locked Xuan Ci's throat with a folding fan, and the person appeared behind Xuan Ci, calmly looking at the sweeping monk who had to stop, and sighed softly: "I don't mind killing people, but I don't want to kill people who have no value and can cause trouble." “

The words landed, and the ink poured into the pool and put away the folding fan, followed by a punch.

The sweeping monk's pupils shrank sharply.

Mo poured a punch into Xuan Ci's back, and Xuan Ci's blood gushed and fell to the side of the sweeping monk.

He calmly glanced at Xuan Ci, who had blood in his mouth, and said lightly: "There is a double law in the world, live up to it! Xuan Ci, you not only lost Rulai but also Ye Erniang, I won't kill you today not because you are the abbot of Shaolin, but because I promised Ye Erniang that I would let you go once no matter what, so I just abolished your martial arts." ”

Xuan Ci staggered to his feet and sat on one side, silent.

Mo Dump Chi didn't look at Xuan Ci again, calmly looked at the sweeping monk who was no longer sweeping the floor and holding the broom, and said: "The master has lived in seclusion in Shaolin Temple for many years, and he has long ignored the world, why did he set foot in the red dust today and pay attention to the affairs of the red dust?"

The corners of Mo Tingchi's mouth turned up, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Master, do you know that you are the only person who has made me think of a sword now?"

The sword was contending, and the sword intent spread out in all directions with an extremely slow but powerful momentum.

The sweeping monk treated Xuan Ci's injuries, then stood up and said: "Lao Wei has no intention of stopping Gongzi, but there is something I don't understand, and I ask Gongzi to solve my doubts." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled coldly and ignored it.

Step like a dragon and tiger, step forward, and once again pass by the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk stood calmly, and no longer blocked, but let the ink pour pool leave.

Halfway up the mountainside, Mo Tingchi stopped and shouted: "I don't have time to accompany me today, if I have leisure time in the future, Mo will visit the door to solve the master's doubts, and at the same time also understand the master's unique style." ”

After a long time, Xuan Ci finished pranayama, staggered to his feet, looked at the old monk with respect, and said, "Why didn't the master keep him?"

The old monk shook his head and sighed: "He came prepared, so he has no fear. ”

"What does the master mean?

The old monk said indifferently: "As he said, when today is in his layout and calculation, if the Great Song Dynasty loses this person, then the Western Xia, Liao, and Tubo invade the Great Song Dynasty, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty will be in crisis." ”

Xuan Ci sighed and said: "Mo Dump Chi often has a calculating heart in his behavior, today this person goes down the mountain, and the people in the martial arts must take his horse head as a star, if this person defects to a foreign race or wants to do something wrong, then the world will not be in danger?"

The sweeping monk patted Xuan Ci on the shoulder, suddenly laughed, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Xuan Ci was stunned for a moment, but replied honestly: "Although I am heavily injured, my martial arts are not completely wasted as Mo Dump Chi said, but it needs a period of recuperation. ”

The sweeping monk smiled slightly, and sighed: "Does this matter prove that Mo Tianchi has a heart of benevolence and righteousness? Maybe this person does have ill intentions about the Great Song Dynasty and the world, but if we force this person to stay in Shaolin to atone for his sins, but the world has also lost the last glimmer of hope, abbot, do you understand what Lao Wei means?"

Xuan Ci's face was pale, and he nodded with a wry smile.

I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it.

In today's situation, even if Mo Dump Chi has a suspicious heart, they can't stop it, so they can only pray that Ink Dump Chi is dedicated to the country, the people, and the well-being of all beings in the world.

This is the situation that Xuan Ci least wants to see, but it is a situation that he has to face.

"And I'm not sure I'll keep him. ”

Xuan Ci's expression changed drastically, and he was shocked.

The sweeping monk stood on the cliff of the heart and looked down at the figure that was gradually moving away, standing with a long body, a complicated look in his eyes, and disappeared in a flash.

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The Central Plains was in turmoil.

The world is in chaos.

Western Xia, Tubo, and Liao jointly attacked the Great Song Dynasty, and spread all over the world.

The people of Li Min and the heroes of Wulin rushed to Dasanguan and Yanmen Pass, but there was a carriage heading south.

Duan Yu and Ah Zi enjoyed a lot of fun in the Central Plains, and then hurried back to Dali.

Duan Zhengchun, the former king of Zhennan and now the son of Dali, personally sent a letter ordering Duan Yu to rush back to Dali immediately, the matter was urgent, Duan Yu did not dare to disobey, and immediately set off for Dali with Ah Zi.

Duan Yu drove and Ah Zi sat in the car.

Duan Yu is like an arrow, and Ah Zi is unwilling to return to Dali.

The two argued all the way, and finally entered the border of Dali and galloped away.

Hotel.

Palatial hotel.

But there is very little business, and it is extremely deserted.

Duan Yu glanced at his sister, who only knew that he was eating and drinking and ignoring him, sighed, handed over a handkerchief, and said: "The world is full of smoke, and Dali is not immune to it, Ah Zi, in the future, maybe every side we meet with our father may be the last." ”

Ah Zi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Duan Yu, who didn't look like a nerd at all, slowed down his eating, took the handkerchief handed over by Duan Yu, wiped his mouth, and asked a non-nonsense question, "What kind of person is he?"

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment, and replied with both joy and some melancholy: "He is a person of the most affectionate and temperamental. ”

Ah Zi pursed his lips and sneered: "Generally speaking, it means that he is a man with a heart of flowers?"

Duan Yu smiled embarrassedly, it was difficult for him to lie for his father, who had never lied, in his heart, his father was not such a person?

Ah Zi didn't say anything more about this matter, ate the dishes on the table, dragged his chin, and asked another question, a little hesitant: "What about her?"

Duan Yu was silent for a moment, then looked at Ah Zi and said very seriously: "She is very lonely and strong. ”

Ah Zi stopped talking, and along the way, she heard Duan Yu mention a lot of things about that person, and she probably knew about that person's situation.

After a long, long time, she said, "Then why did she leave Little Mirror Lake?"

Duan Yu said: "The four villains attacked Xiaojing Lake, so Xiaojing Lake was also completely destroyed in that battle. ”

"Yes, if your brother hadn't arrived that day, then the girl and your mother would have died tragically at the hands of the four wicked men. A gentle and elegant voice rang out.

An apricot yellow robe, a young man, came in the wind, his demeanor was elegant and chic, and his temperament was extraordinary and refined.

This person was followed by four generals and five or six hundred sturdy men, and he was magnificent.

The young man walked in front of Duan Yu and Ah Zi with a smile.

Ah Zi didn't like people to disturb him, so he was about to lose his temper immediately, but when he recalled that person, he was silent.

At this time, Duan Yu had already stood up, bowed to the person in front of him, and said, "It turned out to be Murong Gongzi, I don't know what Murong Gongzi is talking about?"

Murong replied and said: "The four countries are at war, the world is full of smoke, and Dali is not spared, I came to Dali this time to assist your father." ”

Duan Yu was puzzled: "Assist my father?" and then was shocked: "Could it be that my father also wants to be famous and attack the Great Song Dynasty?" but immediately denied himself.

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, and said: "You can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to guard against people! Life is like this in the world, not to mention how can it not be the case when a country is alive? Duan Wang Ye did not have the intention of annexing the Great Song Dynasty, but he only had the intention of sending troops to help the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Duan Yu respectfully asked for advice and asked, "Please ask Murong Gongzi for advice." ”

Murong Fu waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "Duan Gongzi, do you still remember Duan Yanqing?"

Duan Yu nodded: "This person is the prince of Yanqing, who is bent on restoring and seizing the throne, why did Prince Murong mention this person?"

Murong Fu sighed: "Duan Gongzi doesn't know, Duan Yanqing is not only well-known in the rivers and lakes, but also the master of the Xixia Yipintang, Helian Tieshu died, and the Xixia Yipintang appointed Duan Yanqing as the commander of the Xixia Yipintang. ”

Duan Yu was dumbfounded.

Murong Fu continued: "I rushed to Dali this time for two important things, first, to borrow troops from Dali to aid the Great Song Dynasty and resist the combined attack of the Great Liao, Western Xia, and Tubo. Second, eradicate Duan Yanqing to prevent this person from succeeding in plotting to usurp the throne, so that Dali and the world will be ruined. ”

Horrified.

Duan Yu returned to his heart like an arrow, and immediately set off to see his father to stop Duan Yanqing's conspiracy.

Ah Zi got into the carriage silently, closed the curtain, recalled Murong Fu's chic and elegant temperament in her mind, a different color flashed in her eyes, and she muttered to herself: "Is Murong Fu's purpose really so simple?"

On the apricot yellow carriage, Murong Fu closed his eyes to recuperate, but the corners of his mouth hooked a cold arc.

Murderous, treacherous, and pervasive.