Riding horses all the way with the wind, touring the mountains and rivers, and walking with swords, more than ten days passed unconsciously.

This day with the wind finally came to the foot of Mount Tai, at this time there is still nearly a decade before the martial arts conference, and there are not many warriors at the foot of the mountain. Looking up with the wind, this Taiyue had accompanied Jingliu once a long time ago.

It's just that it was many years ago, and at that time he was still a little person who didn't even know what it was. It is only in front of those Dongying samurai who can show some majesty, and so many years have passed. The little people of the past have grown up, and even the Demon Lord Seven Nights can be slashed under the sword. But the beautiful woman who was by his side in the past will never be seen again.

When I think of the past, I am inevitably a little embarrassed, but the setbacks of these years have not been experienced in vain. Under the tempering of these winds and rains, a heart with the wind has been as hard as a rock. That unwavering will, there are few things that can shake it. He shook his head slightly, leaving the slightest feeling of restraint in his heart behind him, and walked forward.

Although he arrived at the foot of Mount Tai, but Mount Tai is continuous, the so-called watching the mountain running dead horses, he is only at the edge of the foot of the mountain at the moment, and he does not know how far away from the main peak of Mount Tai.

The horse that followed the wind had been left behind by him in Jeju, and although he had no help, his leg strength was not bad at all. Revisiting Taiyue again, it is such a beautiful place, he is not in a hurry, he walks around at will, and approaches the main peak of Taiyue little by little.

"Jingle ......" Suddenly, a series of gold and iron sounds attracted the attention of Sui Feng.

The voice came from the nearby woods! He looked over at the dense bushes beside him. In front of him, there is an endless green forest, like a blue ocean, obscuring the view of the wind.

"Could it be that someone is fighting here!?" Sui Feng was a little curious, turned around, and slowly approached the source of the sound just now.

In the Tang Dynasty, the society was prosperous and prosperous, and the country and the people were safe, not to mention that he had drawn a knife to help him along the way, but he had never seen a thief. There are actually people fighting at the foot of Mount Tai? Could it be that it is some kind of vendetta in the rivers and lakes? Sui Feng didn't want to care about these mundane things, but he just heard about it by chance, and somehow became curious. The demon turned the hell around.

"Amitabha. A few mundane objects of the poor monks are used as memorials. It's not worth a lot of money, so why are you so aggressive?"

First, a clear Buddha horn, and then a steady and rich voice sounded, echoing in the bushes for a long time.

This monk is so strong! A look of surprise flashed between his eyebrows. Secretly a little frightened. But he didn't expect that he would just walk around. They were all able to meet the masters. Of course, this master is only relatively speaking, and it is not difficult to distinguish from the words of the monk just now. The person who spoke out was at least an innate master.

Although it is completely inadequate in front of Suifeng at this moment, after all, this is the mortal world, and it is commendable to have such strength among the warriors of the mortal world.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense! You bald donkey donkey don't want to be clever in words, do you think our nickname is called in vain? How can we two brothers miss something that they have a crush on!" another voice came, hoarse and ugly, like two dry bark rubbing against each other.

A few more steps forward with the wind, but another anomaly was found.

Since the sky-turning harrier claimed to be a brother, there must have been two of them, and there should be three of them plus the monk. You can probably guess that it is very likely that the monk is alone facing the situation of the two Harriers. The sky-turning harrier not only had an advantage in numbers, but the strength of the two of them was not bad, and they were not comparable to the monk. It is precisely because of this that the sky-turning harrier is the tone of the monk who has already eaten it.

But strangely, in addition to the three of them, Sui Feng also heard the breathing of another person.

"I didn't expect this scene to be more and more interesting...... "I whispered in the wind, and slowly walked closer. He obviously has spiritual sense, but he doesn't need it, not only that, but he also suppresses his strength at the level of the innate peak.

"Donor, step back quickly. The poor monks have their own way of dealing with them, and if you stay here, you will only lose your life in vain!" said the monk with another Buddha horn.

Obviously, this sentence was meant for the rest of the people, and when the man heard it, he retorted: "Master, no! The master provoked these two thieves just to help me, and it should be the master who stepped back first, and let me hold them back." Otherwise, wouldn't the master be in vain?"

Listening to the tone of his voice, he is not young, at least he is a middle-aged person. But his voice was sonorous, uplifting, and powerful. Sui Feng heard it at once, but the person who spoke was a Confucian student. Although he is only a Confucian student, he is not too young, at least he is about middle-aged.

"Thief, hehe, I'll give you some color later, and see if you can say it!" The person who had just spoken in the Harrier was obviously a little impatient, and the smell of gunpowder in his words was already very strong.

Sui Feng carefully stretched out his hand, brushed aside the bamboo leaves in front of him that blocked his vision, and finally saw the true face of those people.

Among them, the most eye-catching are the two harriers, who are full of flesh and fierce faces. Although he is not very old, he is about the age of standing. However, the horizontal flesh on his face was clearly layered, and one of them still had a thin scar on the left cheek, and it is unknown when it was left. But obviously, for them, this kind of life of licking blood on the tip of the knife must not be less. The hideous color between the eyebrows, no matter how you look at it, I feel a little numb.

The two people standing opposite the sky-turning harrier looked much more ordinary, and at this moment, it was a middle-aged monk who was directly in front of the sky-turning harrier. His face was pale and pale, as if the fierce enemy in front of him was completely indifferent to life and death. The monk seemed to have fought with the two of them before, and the robe he was wearing was damaged in several places, and even stained with blood in some places.

If this monk's strength is to fight alone, he will not lose to any one of the sky-turning harriers. The reason why he suffered these wounds must have been because he wanted to protect the Confucian student.

There are nine ring incense scars on his head, but the strange thing is that the monk's strength is so good, I think he should have been a monk for a long time. But the strange thing is that the ring scar on his head doesn't look very long, as if it has just been burned out for a long time.

"Who is this person? Why do I feel familiar?"

The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and Sui Feng was almost certain that the monk was an old man nine times out of ten.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. The two donors are in great trouble and do not know it, if they can repent at this time, there is still a chance to change. Otherwise, it will be too late!" the monk sighed with his eyes closed, with a look of compassion.

"Bald donkey! We have chased you so far not to listen to you chanting the scriptures! Otherwise, do you think you alone can defeat the two of our brothers?" The two brothers looked even more fierce, and sneered as the monk approached.

"Master ......" watched the two of them approach, and Confucius was obviously a little panicked, and pulled the monk's shirt.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. The monk glanced at him, but he was still smiling calmly. This point is even ashamed of the wind, and if you change yourself, you will definitely not be able to endure such an aggressive thing. Just when he was imagining, he heard the monk say again.

"Two donors, this thing is owned by the poor monks. Refusing to hand it over is also the idea of the poor monk, and it has nothing to do with this benefactor. If the two of them have a grudge, just come to the poor monk, can they let this benefactor go?" The monk half-closed his eyes, put one hand on his chest, and recited the scriptures in a low voice. (To be continued......)

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