The two horsemen went hand in hand, there were still three or four miles away from the Tiebei Military Town, Chen Qingniu suddenly had a thought, although he didn't know the reason, but the impetuosity that lingered in his heart and chest was self-evident and very clear.

Chen Qingniu thought that it was the irregular qi and blood in his body that caused this situation, but when he found that Xie Shiji was also frowning, he knew that this kind of mysterious feeling similar to "the golden wind has not moved the cicada" is often a life-saving straw for monks.

Whether to urgently enter the city to learn the truth, or to stop outside the city to judge the situation, this requires Chen Qingniu to weigh the pros and cons.

Xie Shiji took the initiative to ask, "Childe, otherwise the slave and maid will enter the city first?"

Chen Qingniu shook his head and said resolutely: "If you don't know the details of the enemy, you will rashly divide the troops, which is a taboo for soldiers." ”

Chen Qingniu suddenly laughed to himself, "If it is a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, I will capsize in the gutter." ”

Xie Shiji tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he thought he was laughing.

Xie Shiji suddenly slowed down the horse's hooves, turned his head and looked at the big bag behind him, in addition to the old belongings, there was also a small package given by a white fox to He Qingquan, which had been named "chess bag" by Chen Qingniu after the two big bags of gold and silver, there was a large stack of gold and stone notes, there was an anonymous chess game called "Muye Fox", and a small and unique black wood chessboard.

There is also a letter, the white fox said that those gold and stone notes, extremely precious, precious is not the letterhead itself, which is already valuable enough, but each letterhead is stamped with two private seals, one is the long-standing Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master seal, for the word "thunder", is the early years of a Longhu Mountain master to teach the great master to travel here, lost in chess, according to the gambling contract, she had to take out the seal to borrow her use, originally she wanted to take this to cross the catastrophe, with the thunder law of Longhu Mountain, to resist the catastrophe of the thunder. One party's private seal is the word "Lu Shen", and she did not explain the origin in detail in the letter. Chen Qingniu can't figure out who this "Lu Shen" is, it stands to reason that private seals are mostly font sizes, and they shouldn't use their real names.

As for the chess game and chessboard, Chen Qingniu can't see the depth for the time being, and the white fox only says that it is an ordinary thing, but they have been together for many years and have a deep relationship, so they don't want them to suffer together, it is better to change the owner.

Chen Qingniu suddenly made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "Go, hurry up and enter the city!"

The practice of soldiers is very taboo with the word "cowering".

In the dark, Chen Qingniu had a strange feeling, forcing him to suddenly become angry and move forward.

The closer he got to the house in Huitou Lane, the more deeply touched Chen Qingniu became, and in the end, when the two riders walked slowly, they finally saw the temple at the entrance of the alley that was hidden in the verdant greenery, which was like a heavy stone in his heart, which made Chen Qingniu a little breathless. Chen Qingniu is like this, Xie Shiji is even more like a great enemy, he has already held the two spears that have not yet been docked, Chen Qingniu turned over and dismounted, his face was solemn, and he reminded: "The killing intent is extremely heavy, but it is not aimed at us." Therefore, the momentum deliberately leaked by the other party is more of a warning to prevent irrelevant people from joining in the fun. ”

Chen Qingniu said slowly: "Of course, it is also possible that the other party is deep in thought and deliberately tempted me into a trap. ”

Chen Qingniu led the horse forward and explained to her: "If it is a character like the Shanghu Stop Assassin, who doesn't know the identities of you and me, but because of all kinds of worldly grievances, and he has a murderous intent against me, a guest of the vassal king's mansion, even if we can't beat it, it is always not difficult to escape." If so......"

Chen Qingniu paused slightly, his eyes were dark, and he continued: "If it is the sworn enemy of Guanyin, if you want to take me, the softest persimmon, the Lotus Peak Keqing, then even if the two of us escape to the edge of the sky, we will not be able to escape a catastrophe. ”

Xie Shiji nodded.

Chen Qingniu suddenly laughed and said, "When will you shake my head once?"

Xie Shiji grinned and didn't speak.

Along the way, the streets are full of pedestrians, and the atmosphere is peaceful, and there is nothing unusual about it.

But Chen Qingniu, who is "not invaded by cold and heat, and is among the gods", has already sweated.

It's just that Chen Qingniu's eyes are resolute, and he doesn't care about the deep coercion coming from the other side of Huitou Alley.

From the moment he entered the city, the more he walked deeper into the back alley, the more Chen Qingniu frowned.

Before, I only felt the majestic breath, rising into the sky, unmatched.

Now that I am in it, I find that it is like this breath, which does not involve good and evil, neither the righteous path master slaying demons and demons, nor the demon path giants committing evil deeds.

It's as simple as a great supernatural monk who wakes up from a nap and accidentally leaks a little bit of qi, which is already thrilling, enough for all qi practitioners to avoid.

A half-familiar and half-unfamiliar voice sounded lazily on the other side of the wall between the two, full of condescending ridicule, "You little doll, you don't know whether you live or die, and you really broke into here?"

The reason why he is familiar is that Chen Qingniu has heard too much of that person's words, and unfamiliarity is that Chen Qingniu never thought that the number one person would speak in this tone.

Then on the other side of the courtyard wall, another sigh followed.

It was the kind old monk, sighing, full of regret and helplessness.

Chen Qingniu totoed a little, swept over the high wall, and fell to the ground in the courtyard of the He family's house.

Xie Shiji stood still almost at the same time.

In front of the master and servant, there is a small lake with an area of several acres, there is a pavilion in the center of the lake, I saw the old monk standing at the top of the steps, his hands folded, his long eyebrows lowered, and the seven orifices were bleeding, but it was not a bleak scene of scarlet, but a golden body, like a golden bodhisattva enshrined in the temple hall!

Behind the old monk, there is a vague fox with blurred flesh and blood, dying, its body and tail are curled up, compared to the ordinary mountain fox, it is as huge as a buffalo, almost occupying the entire pavilion.

After seeing the figure of Chen Qingniu's master and servant, the fox charm, which was as big as a hill, opened one eye with difficulty, full of deep sadness about the difference between life and death between the old people.

There are also disappointments, but also joys.

Outside the pavilion, the boy sword fairy sat on the ground, the white armor of the sword was broken into two pieces, scattered in front of him, he raised one arm, and held the Qingluan war knife tightly.

The childish Wei Chi Changba still had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He had actually been dead in battle for a long time, and his blood had dried up.

But even so, Chen Qingniu could still feel a strong murderous aura and high-spirited fighting spirit from this person.

The tiger will not fall, and the person will not disperse!

At last.

Chen Qingniu stared at a figure.

On the mirror-like lake, a middle-aged Taoist in a Taoist robe suspended in the air, leaving Chen Qingniu Xie Shiji with an angular side face.

Before witnessing this tragic scene with his own eyes, if it was said that the old monk who made people feel good about him turned into a Buddhist master, he was surprised and surprised, but Chen Qingniu couldn't talk about how much horror he had, but to say that the middle-aged Taoist priest who was thinking about being abducted all day long suddenly became a land immortal with immortal wind and bones, Rao is Chen Qingniu, who has already seen the style of the top immortal family, was also shocked and confused. At this time, Chen Qingniu's mouth opened slightly and he couldn't say half a word. I really can't understand how a Taoist who has a clear operation of the qi engine is no different from that of ordinary people, and even the gas state has a vulgar smell, has become such a situation?

Don't look at the lazy and lazy appearance of the person, in Chen Qingniu's eyes, where is this simple condescending, it is clearly to look down on the world!

is still the kind of "Lao Tzu is the best in the world", and what is even more excessive is that this person still gives a feeling of "but I don't think this is anything great"!

In terms of suffocating feelings, Chen Qingniu had only seen it on Mu Lian, who was the first in Lotus Peak's combat power.

As for the two, the real cultivation is higher and which is lower, Chen Qingniu doesn't want to admit it - the Taoist priest in front of him seems to be excessive, and he may even win a lot.

Chen Qingniu took a deep breath.

Fishing in the village fish pond with a green bamboo fishing rod, I was satisfied with the length of the foot, but in the end I fished out a hundred-zhang dragon.

This is Chen Qingniu's complicated mood at this time.

Bordering on despair.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the master and servant, and sneered: "I thought that the well water would not interfere with the river water, but since you broke in by yourself, the poor Dao had no choice but to laugh at the two of you." ”

The old monk in his robe, soaked in golden blood, silently recited Amitabha Buddha, and said in a deep voice: "Master Lu, today's incident has nothing to do with the two little benefactors, and the poor monk begs you not to kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

The Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "The mud bodhisattva crossing the river is difficult to protect himself! The old bald donkey, when he has reached such a juncture, is there still leisure to cause compassion?"

The Taoist hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at Chen Qingniu, and played with the taste: "That old bald donkey is a senior monk of King Kong Temple, a monk of that temple, and his ability to beat people is not good, and his ability to be beaten is known as the top three in Suzaku." The old turtle in front of you, who is also among the best in the King Kong Temple, took a Dharma Protector treasure from the King Kong Temple, but unfortunately encountered a poor road, and most of the turtle shell was broken. How, do you choose to join forces with the old monk to fight the enemy, or do you stand by and make a profit?"

Chen Qingniu's expression was solemn and impassive.

In the southeast of the Suzaku Dynasty, there is a Vajra Temple, which is one of the five mountains of Zen Buddhism in the world.

The monks of this temple, do not attack hard, the most important guard, according to legend, there is a unique method, make people slender King Kong body, according to the tradition of King Kong Temple, the monks who are qualified to travel out of the mountain alone, often have cultivated the body of King Kong is not bad, not only that, the monks of this temple have also won the "mountain monk" The reputation, because in history there is a Taoist monk who was born in the King Kong Temple, traveled to other continents that do not know thousands of miles away, and saw with his own eyes the demon road is raging, the evil spirit is blazing, in broad daylight, thousands of demon monks actually attacked a righteous mountain gate, the great virtuous monk suddenly had compassion, as King Kong angry eyes, the old monk finally stationed with a tin staff in his hand, a layer of golden light like a tide, flowing down the entire mountain range, for some reason, after that, let the demon monks use all kinds of methods, can not break the original crumbling mountain protection array.

Therefore, the wandering monks of King Kong Temple are very famous in Nanzhan Buzhou, but they are generally thunderous but do not see each other.

The one in front of him is not only a wandering monk who has left the temple from the mountain, but also has a very high seniority.

Suddenly, on the courtyard wall in the distance, a crisp voice sounded, "Lu Laodao, you be careful, Qing'e Mountain Immortal Wang Jiao, I gave this kid the same secret treasure before, I only said that it was the Zhenshan talisman of the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, and he also threatened that under the Ascension Realm, a talisman can be easily shot to death." ”

Chen Qingniu turned his head and looked intently, sure enough, it was the colorful puppet that could be called the word "ghost", perhaps in order to pay attention to the pomp and circumstance of watching the play, the other four puppets around it were lined up in turn, and they were all placed in a cross-legged posture, and it itself stood in the center.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Chen Qingniu and said with a smile: "Oh?"

Chen Qingniu took a deep breath.

The Taoist laughed, "Poor Dao has always persuaded people with reason! It's just that the truth of Poor Dao does not come from words, but from the two fists and one sword of Poor Dao. Poor Dao really wants to comprehend the magical powers of the Heavenly Master's Mansion today, even if you use it, Poor Dao depends on whether you have the courage to stop Poor Dao from subduing demons!"

I saw that the Taoist waved his sleeves, and a green water dragon the thickness of a bucket burst out of the lake, almost like a real dragon, and crashed straight into the old monk and fox fairy in the small pavilion.

The old monk standing at the top of the steps silently recited a Buddha name, and the four pillars of a pavilion had already been "written" The golden blood scriptures, the lake condensed into the water dragon, fiercely hit an invisible cover, banging, about a crazy impact more than a hundred times, the water dragon shattered, water droplets splashed, at the same time, the Taoist priest waved his sleeves, and the water dragon left the small lake at his feet, going forward and after, so repeatedly, just a stick of incense, there have been more than 40 water dragons exploded and collapsed, not to give the old monk of King Kong Temple the slightest respite.

The middle-aged Taoist looked calm and light, looking very calm.

The water droplets that were broken and splashed around did not melt into the ground soil after hitting the ground, but after a few bounces, they quickly rolled away and returned to the lake on their own.

The middle-aged Taoist turned his head to look at Chen Qingniu and asked with a smile, "Why don't you make a move?" Poor Dao has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Chen Qingniu asked, "Your surname is Lu?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, "The poor Dao's surname is Lu, and he has no Dao number, and he has always shown people by his real name." ”

Chen Qingniu looked at the pavilion.

The white fox couldn't cry and laughed, and said hoarsely: "The 'Lu Shen' on the gold and stone paper is not a personal name, it is said that 'the land sinks without water', which is often implied by Confucianism as the collapse of mountains and rivers and the collapse of the dynasty, but it can also be understood as 'Fang and contrary to the world, and the heart disdains it, and it is the land Shen', which is mostly the state of mind respected by Taoist hermits." You should really read more books......"

Chen Qingniu was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded his mother, "Give a tattered gift, you still have a face to show your knowledge?!"

The white fox smiled helplessly.

The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, "It's here." ”

The angry Chen Qingniu stomped on the ground, the ground was a square foot, and it cracked, and Chen Qingniu's figure suddenly swept to the top of the middle-aged Taoist's head, smashed down with one arm, made a knife in the palm of his hand, and cut off the head!

The middle-aged Taoist didn't pay attention to this menacing slash at all, stretched out a palm, twisted his wrist, and slapped it backwards casually.

Xie Shiji and Zhu Shengun were even slapped with guns with one palm, and it was not enough to stop their bodies when they crashed into the outer wall of the He family's courtyard, and they flew upside down all the way, the house collapsed, the high wall exploded, and the beams were broken.

The middle-aged Taoist raised his eyebrows, "It's kind of interesting." ”

It turned out that the real killer was not the burly woman who sneaked up, but Chen Qingniu himself.

The knife in his right hand flew out of his left sleeve and a group of black-pressed "bee ants".

It was none other than those pocket flying swords of the Fang Cun Sword Shrine.

The middle-aged Taoist slapped Xie Shiji's palm, twisted his wrist, brought up a touch of brilliance, and said with a smile: "There is a heavenly wind in the sleeve to destroy the soul, and the palm of the Yang Gang crushes King Kong." ”

Those locust swarms flying swords that originally rushed straight to the door of the Dao people's faces were actually coerced by this palm wind, and they obediently flew slowly according to a predetermined trajectory in an instant, wandering in a circle around the Dao people, like a subtle and small Dharma Protector Sword Array.

At the same time, the middle-aged Taoist surnamed Lu flashed out of his left hand, put his fingers together, and pointed directly at Chen Qingniu's eyebrows above his head, "The fingertip sword qi penetrates the head." ”

The hand knife was only one foot away from slashing at the Taoist's head, but Chen Qingniu's head was like a lightning strike, and the whole person seemed to be instantly hit by a heavy hammer and flew upside down, crossed the top of the pavilion, and finally fell heavily on the eaves of a roof.

While the Taoists were talking and laughing, Xie Shiji and Chen Qingniu were both defeated and retreated.

The Taoist looked around, stared at those extremely subtle flying swords, and sighed, "Such a good talent and beautiful quality, but it's a pity that the pearl is secretly cast." If it falls into the hands of the previous sword cultivator, it can show its killing power. ”

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out a hand, palm facing down, and a green and faint drop of water was grabbed from the lake.

He stretched out another palm, palm facing the sky, and the sea of clouds was extremely high, and he ripped off a purple lightning bolt as thick as an arm.

Put your palms together.

After retracting his hands, a trace of purple electricity lingered on the thumb-sized droplet.

The water beads hovered in front of the Taoist, and he let out a gentle breath, and a fire dragon more than a foot long quickly drilled into the water droplets.

The painted puppet suddenly said something heaven-shattering, "That immortal, there is no Zhenshan Thunder Law Talisman of the Heavenly Master's Mansion at all, it is simply alarmist!"

Chen Qingniu half-squatted on the eaves and spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the high wall in the distance, Xie Shiji stood with a gun.

The cultivation of the two may not be very skillful, but in terms of physical toughness, it is really.

The Taoist didn't care, looked at the pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "Old bald donkey, if you are interested in withdrawing to the King Kong Temple, the poor Taoist will spare you from death." ”

The old monk folded his hands, the treasure was solemn, and he was compassionate to the heavens and compassionate, "Amitabha." The poor monk also asked Lord Lu Shi to put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore. ”

The Taoist said indifferently: "The Buddhism in the world is all wild fox Zen. The Tao methods in the world are all side door methods. I seek the truth, I preach. ”

The white fox knew that this fight was about to settle.

It bared its teeth and said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that the thousand-year-old incense inheritance of the Taoist Temple will be regarded as a traitor by the two Taoist ancestral courts in the north and south?

Suzaku Northwest View Taoist Temple, in charge of teaching the great real person, land.

It seems that the middle-aged Da Zhenren seems to have heard a big joke, "Poor Dao Land, for so many years, I have conscientiously guarded the Northwest Gate for the Vermilion Bird Emperor, what is the result? I don't even have the title of a Taoist True Monarch, one country, eight True Monarchs, eight, a whole eight seats, all of them can't take the turn of Poor Dao to sit! Do you know that those true monarchs who are vegetarian in the corpse position, let you choose four people at will, join forces, and the poor Dao can still make them disappear with one hand. ”

The Taoist raised an arm, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "One hand is more than enough." ”

The Taoist leaned forward, just such a natural movement, the momentum was monstrous, the heaven and the earth resonated, the sea of clouds in the sky was surging, he said in a deep voice: "In this case, why don't you just teach this heaven and earth, the mountains and seas repeat!

The Taoist has to stretch out a finger, just bend his finger and flick it, that drop of water has a mighty heavenly power, and the entire pavilion will turn into powder.

The old monk suddenly spoke: "Master Lu, the poor monk is willing to sit here, can you let go of the heavenly fox behind the poor monk? You can invite him back to the Taoist Temple to help you sit on luck, the poor monk is willing to make an oath and tell the Vajra Temple, no matter what, he will be with you and the Taoist Temple, no grudges, no cause and effect." ”

Not only was the Taoist face full of surprise, but the sky fox was also shaken in his heart, and he only felt confused, for some reason, this old monk was willing to retreat so much.

Once the old monk swore to death like this, although the King Kong Temple said that he had an explanation to the Suzaku court, after all, the old monk should not be underestimated whether it was the temple age or the status of Buddhism. However, it is obviously contrary to the original intention of the King Kong Temple to help Emperor Zhu stabilize his luck in the northwest.

The Taoist is worthy of a decisive temperament, and said with a hearty smile: "Yes!"

The old monk put away his hands, no longer put his hands together, looked back, and smiled vicissitudes, "The poor monk Su Hui, since he was a child, knew all kinds of things in his previous life, used to be surnamed He, once studied here, someone once added fragrance to my red sleeves, and made a vow to live and live forever, and marry that woman." ”

The sky fox was stunned, looked at the unfamiliar face infatuatedly, and then burst into tears in an instant.

The old monk shook his head at the sky fox and said softly: "You and I are destined to end here, don't force it, live well." ”

The old monk said to the Taoist: "It is better to be like Mount Meru than empty as mustard seeds." ”

The Taoist smiled and said: "How can you not understand the truth, but as the Vermilion Bird Master Pang Bing said, the articles in the world are divided into Mahayana and Hinayana, and the same is true of the truth you said, monk." ”

In the end, the old monk, covered in golden blood, walked down the steps step by step and muttered: "When I am at peace, I am already in the western sky. ”

With every step he took, the old monk was like an illusion of impermanence in a mirror, gradually dissipating a point.

until it is completely gone.

The blood-stained robe turned into a golden lotus flower, and then disappeared into thin air.

Sky Fox roared, "Don't go!"

Her eight snow-white tails shook violently.

The gazebo is shaking.

The Taoist put away the water droplet, pulled it into his sleeve, and after seeing the desperate struggle of the sky fox, he shouted softly: "Get up!"

A gazebo was uprooted, and the figure of the Taoist man flashed, and the next moment he sat on the top of the pavilion, and at the same time waved his sleeves to harness the painted puppet to his shoulder.

Daoist Lu withdrew the spell ban on the entire He family's mansion, and at the same time added a secret prohibition to the pavilion, and slowly took off.

This great real person who cultivated to the heavens sat cross-legged, his hands folded on his abdomen, breathing and breathing, and closing his eyes to recuperate.

On the contrary, the painted puppet standing on his shoulder smiled and waved vigorously to Chen Qingniu on the roof of the ground, which was both like a demonstration after a great victory and like a farewell.

Xie Shiji came to Chen Qingniu's side and asked, "What should I do?"

Chen Qingniu's eyes were resolute, and he didn't have too much of a depressed look, "For the time being, there is no way to get this field back." ”

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At this time, the border between the two countries of Suzaku and Sui was full of gunsmoke.

The Vermilion Bird Iron Horse rode all the way to the north, marching forward like a bamboo.

In the battle of Jianpo, Li Yanchao's soldiers and horses were defeated, and tens of thousands of elites were almost wiped out, and they were defeated and retreated.

The first person in the Vermilion Bird Soldier's family, the momentum of the Marquis of Chang'an, is in full swing.

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Above the sea of clouds, on the top of the gazebo.

The painted puppet smiled and asked, "Why don't you shovel the grass and eradicate the roots?"

Daoist Lu didn't open his eyes, and said indifferently: "Do you really think that Qing'e Mountain Keqing, surnamed Chen, has no killer features?"

It laughed and said, "But who are you, the immortal land of the Taoist Temple! Who is your opponent in the Vermilion Bird Territory?"

The Taoist smiled: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed. ”