The woman had a graceful figure and left the room with light steps.
The words she whispered into Zhao Rang's ear before leaving made Zhao Rang a little at a loss.
Zhao Rang neither agreed nor rejected those three conditions, but he knew in his heart that he had already agreed.
Because he couldn't refuse the price offered by the woman.
The one hundred and eighty-eight boxes brought by the Admiralty Escort Bureau all contain people, living people!
One hundred and eighty-eight boxes, one hundred and eighty-eight people, all famous masters in the Southland arena.
As for why the Admiralty Escort Bureau spent so much effort to transport 188 people from the Southland, she did not say.
Of course it goes without saying.
As long as you use your brain a little, you will know why these one hundred and eighty-eight people went to Baihe Mountain.
Now that Bai Hezi is not in the mountain, the gate of Baihe Mountain is closed, and all affairs are handled by his nerdy junior brother. It is really a good time to cooperate with Yuyi inside and outside, and control the entire Baihe Mountain in silence. The Southland is wedged deeply into a springboard into the North.
But Zhao Rang didn't have much trust in that woman.
Even though her "yin wind" poison is indeed very unusual, the words coming out of her mouth are different from the poison.
There is only one antidote for a poison, but there are thousands of ways to explain a thing.
Human words are the most uncertain because they are connected to people’s hearts.
Zhao Rang opened the curtains and found that it was raining outside.
There is heavy fog on the mountain, and it is indeed easy to rain as dawn approaches.
This rain is not a good thing for Zhao Rang. Not only will it wet his clothes and make his body heavy, the smell of the wet soil will also make his nose itchy and make him want to sneeze. .
For a person who needs to secretly explore the goods in a box, sneezing is of course the biggest trouble, and everything else is secondary.
But even so, he still had to go.
Zhao Rang had to personally determine what was in these boxes. This was the basis for the three conditions put forward by the woman.
It was quiet in the inn.
The escorts who were having fun outside have not returned yet.
They know the road conditions in the back mountains.
In such heavy rain, the heavy cart will not be able to get on tomorrow morning.
We can only pass after the clouds clear and the fog dissipates, and the mountain road becomes slightly drier.
So tonight they can drink and gamble more freely.
As soon as Zhao Rang left the inn, he felt his nose itchy... He rubbed it hard several times before he could hold it back.
He did not go directly from the lobby of the inn to the backyard, but chose to go around from the outside.
On a rainy night, the wind raged.
The ancient road behind the inn was silent, except for the raindrops hitting it hard, like a drum beating the heart of every sleepless person.
Just as he was about to reach the entrance to the backyard where the large car was parked, he suddenly saw a figure standing through the rain curtain.
Zhao Rang wiped the rain off his face in order to see more clearly.
But the rain that had just been wiped away was suddenly blown back by the blowing wind.
Even the figure became erratic, as strange as a ghost.
As a last resort, Zhao Rang could only continue to move forward.
Another ten feet closer, he could already feel the cold and decisive aura exuding from this figure.
"It's raining so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella?"
Zhao Rang stood still, covering his forehead with one hand and asked.
The person opposite grinned.
His teeth are very white, large and regular, and they are very eye-catching in the dark night.
"Do you think I need an umbrella?"
As he spoke, he patted his head.
His head was bald without a single hair, which was in sharp contrast to the thick beard on his face.
"A beard is similar to hair."
Zhao Rang didn't have a beard, so naturally he didn't know what it felt like to have a beard.
But his hair was completely soaked, and the rainwater flowed down the ends of his hair, down his neck and into his clothes, which made his heart feel cold.
When they met before, Zhao Rang didn't know that he was bald because he had a sweat towel wrapped around his head, so he only remembered the thick beard on his face.
"What's your name Jin?"
The head escorts of the Jinzhong Escort Bureau are all named Jin.
The bearded man said disdainfully:
"Do you think Jin Sanliang and I are the same thing?"
Zhao Rang did not answer.
After all, this issue is not important, he can say it or not.
Zhao Rang doesn't want to anger opponents who don't know the details.
"Jin Sanliang is just the same thing all over his body!"
The bearded man continued.
"Which one is better?"
Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.
"Great name!"
"His abilities are just like his name, only three ounces!"
Zhao Rang was so amused by Beard's words that he couldn't stand up straight with laughter.
"It seems you agree with this statement!"
Seeing Zhao Rang's performance, Lu Hu was very happy.
The two of them were talking and laughing in the rain. They didn't look like enemies at all, but like close friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
At least in terms of their views on Jin Sanliang, the two of them were surprisingly consistent.
"I admit that you are right, he really has no ability. So how did he get the position of deputy chief escort?"
The bearded man crossed his arms and replied:
"It's because of his name."
"His last name is Jin."
Zhao Rang said.
The bearded man nodded.
People cannot decide their own surname, but this kind of thing that is born with them can often determine a person's life.
It sounds extremely unfair and unreasonable, but that's how the world is.
However, Zhao Rang then thought about it. Since Beard was so disdainful of Jin Sanliang, how much did he belong to the Jinzhong Escort Agency?
But as soon as he made a move, the bearded man raised the thick index finger of his right hand in front of his mouth, made a silent gesture, and said:
"You can't give me what I want, so there are no conditions to negotiate between us."
Zhao Rang was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
The wind had almost died down at this point, but the rain still hadn't stopped.
The dark clouds in the sky were blown very thin by the strong wind just now, and little bits of moonlight leaked through the gaps, reflecting on Zhao Rang's blade with a chill.
The bearded person opposite suddenly clasped his hands on his chest, recited a Buddhist chant, and then took off his soaked blouse, revealing a yellow cassock underneath.
He wore a string of walnut-sized Buddhist beads around his neck, which also emitted a chill that was not weaker than the blade of a knife under the moonlight.
His eyes also became as deep as the sea, as if the flowers and leaves of the bodhi tree were stored in his eyes, and he could see into people's hearts with just one glance.
"Do people from the Buddhist sect also want to get involved in such grievances and grievances?"
Zhao Rang asked puzzledly.
The bearded man smiled calmly.
He was not surprised by this question because he had answered it many times to different people.
"What's the difference between Jianghu and Buddhism? They are all what people want."
The sound is calm and firm, like morning bells and evening drums, distant and solemn.
Zhao Rang frowned, pondered for a moment, and said:
"How can the pure land of Buddhism be compared with the disputes in the rivers and lakes?"
The bearded eyes suddenly became a little lonely, revealing a deep light, and said slowly:
"If I don't come to be pure, I won't be pure if I come."
After finishing speaking, Bearded Beard let out a loud shout, and a powerful force burst out from his body. At the same time, a golden beam of light rose into the sky, instantly covering the surrounding space.
Zhao Rang was rushed by this energy, and his body suddenly felt relaxed, and he was pushed out by this invisible force.
"Golden Bell!"
The bearded golden bell is obviously not on the same level as Jin Sanliang!
The golden Buddha light shines brightly, and the beard looks even more majestic against the backdrop of this brilliance.
Zhao Rang felt unprecedented pressure...
This person's martial arts realm is far superior to him.
However, he noticed a familiar smell in this oscillation of energy.
Looking at the huge Buddhist beads on the bearded neck, it has become unreal.
Zhao Rang remembered that when he was on the first floor, Master Shi Ding once said that when the tangible Buddhist beads are transformed into intangibles and transformed into the heart, one has achieved the Arhat state.
Even Master Shiding himself still has half of the beads left, which have not been eliminated. Could this person in front of him be a higher level than Master Shiding?
With no time to think, Zhao Rang had no choice but to draw his sword.
The sword energy was criss-crossing, roaring louder than the previous violent wind and rain, rolling up the wet soil on the ground.
The golden bell covering the beard is bright and generous, like a blooming golden lotus, protecting the vitals of the whole body.
The sword flashed past, pierced the sky, and was slashing out.
However, the golden bell only caused a weak ripple to dissolve the sharpness of Zhao Rang's blade.
When one blow failed, Zhao Rang tried again with his sword.
Like a dragon out to sea, it is unstoppable!
But the golden bell remains as stable as a mountain, never wavering.
The overflowing sword energy made Xiao Yu tremble, but he was still unable to break through the layer of golden light.
Gradually, Zhao Rang drew his sword faster and faster.
The sword light and the golden light intertwined, rolling up an afterimage, forming a bright light curtain, as if it was the most dazzling morning light in the world.
Zhao Rang's figure also became erratic, and each knife left a trail of energy in mid-air.
The collision between the blade and the golden bell made a deafening sound.
It is obviously invisible strength, but it is like gold and iron.
This counterattack force reached Zhao Rang's ears, causing his heart to tremble, and the offensive had to be stalled.
He had discovered that no matter how sharp his blade was or how powerful his strength was, he could not break the circle of golden light that shrouded his beard.
Everything around him seemed to be still.
Even the raindrops were shaken away by the energy of the two attacking and defending, forming a vacuum.
In the dark, Zhao Rang seemed to see the bearded man smiling at him in the golden light.
Laughing at him, he is like a cricket that shakes a tree, and he does not overestimate his own abilities.
"Why don't you continue?"
The bearded man asked.
He saw Zhao Rang suddenly pointing the tip of his knife to the ground, as if he had given up.
"Your turtle shell is too thick and I can't break it."
Zhao Rang shook his head and said.
The golden bell was said to be a turtle shell, and a slight sullenness appeared on his bearded face, causing ripples in the brilliance around him.
Zhao Rang keenly noticed this instant change.
This beard is originally a monk.
For his golden bell to reach such a state, it must be blessed by Buddhism.
Just now, his mood was slightly disturbed, and then Hua Guang was affected.
Zhao Rang thought for a moment and suddenly said loudly:
"I thought that the evildoers of Hachioji Temple would have died long ago without a burial place, but I didn't expect that I would meet two of them in the past few days!"
As soon as these words came out, the golden light surrounding the beard exploded and rolled endlessly like fireworks.
"Who are you calling the evil one?!"
Zhao Rang thought to himself that he had made the right bet!
As expected, this beard is from the Bawang Temple just like Master Shiding.
Taking advantage of the opponent's agitated mood, Zhao Rang struck out again!
The blade is like frost, and the cold light shines like ice from the deep sea. It is bright and cold, and is intimidating.
Just when the blade was about to touch the bearded shoulder, the golden bell stood again, as if it had life, majestic and solemn.
The inexplicable mystery weighed on Zhao Rang's heart, making him breathless.
Even the strength was not working properly, and the knife in his hand was even weaker, and finally fell sideways outside of Huaguang.
"As expected of a boy from the Zhao family, he has knowledge and brains. But if you want to break through my golden bell with these little cleverness, it is simply a dream!"
Zhao Rang gave up his concentration and finally overcame the discomfort just now, and then said unforgivingly:
"So what? You can only hide in this turtle shell. I can't break it open, but you can't do anything to me either!"
Hearing this, the bearded man laughed heartily.
Amidst the wild laughter, his palms that had been clasped together on his chest suddenly spread apart, and his right hand slowly stretched forward.
The majestic golden bell suddenly broke open.
Zhao Rang's pupils shrank, and when he was about to raise his sword and attack again, he saw a big hand made of golden light stretching out from the breach and pressing towards him.
Seems extremely slow.
In fact, it’s fast!
In the blink of an eye, this big hand was already covering Zhao Rang's head, so far away.
The golden light in the palm of the hand swelled, like a scorching sun, surging with endless burning flames, hot and intense.
Through the brilliant light, Zhao Rang vaguely saw the deep palm lines on the palm of this big hand.
His spirit was pulled into it uncontrollably, and he saw several Buddha heads scattered among the ruins.
A burly monk, his cassock stained with blood, sat facing the Buddha's head.
His face had sharp edges and corners, as if it had been battered by years of wind and rain. The eyes are deep and bright, showing toughness and blood.
On an exposed arm, the muscle lines are clearly visible.
Zhao Rang could feel the infinite power contained in it just by looking at it.
At this moment, the monk was chanting sutras to the Buddha's head that had fallen to the ground.
After a moment, his clasped palms slowly spread out.
The deep vertical and horizontal palm lines outline his past sufferings and glory.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected his figure, stretching his shadow very long.
For some unknown reason, after the monk stood up, he started chanting sutras again and again.
His voice was deep and powerful, and every verse that came out of his mouth was filled with firm piety, as if it wanted to blend with him.
But soon, his voice weakened, and his whole body momentum suddenly changed, and he was instantly full of hostility, and he walked towards the falling Buddha heads.
Zhao Rang also took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer and take a closer look.
But just as he took one foot forward, the scene in front of him suddenly flickered.
When he came back to his senses, he was still standing on the ancient road behind the inn, and the cold raindrops were still flying in the wind.
Zhao Rang turned around and saw that the light around his beard had become extremely dim, like a candle in the wind, just one strand away from being completely extinguished!
Zhao Rang moved, and the knife in his hand turned into a meteor, and he slashed forward.
A shrill scream filled the air.
The light of the knife illuminated the darkness of the rainy night, and also illuminated Zhao Rang's stern face.
The bearded man stood motionless.
The sword light became hotter and fiercer.
The moment the sharp edge struck him, the already dim light burst out again.
Zhao Rang's knife struck the golden light, making a long-lasting buzzing sound, but was unable to make any further progress.
But looking at the beard, he still didn't move, as if his soul had left his body and was wandering outside the nine heavens.
Given this opportunity, Zhao Rang spared no effort to improve his strength.
The blade and the golden light collided with each other, causing another majestic wave of air to spread in all directions. Even the wall in the backyard of the inn was mostly destroyed.
But no matter how strong the killing intent was on Zhao Rang's blade, the beard would not move.
But the golden light that protected him was gradually solidifying, protecting him firmly within it.
No matter how sharp and unpredictable Zhao Rang's blade is, it just can't be broken...
Zhao Rang was anxious.
In this way, even with all his strength, he still couldn't shake the beard at all.
The golden light that enveloped him was now as hot as the sun, but it never went out.
He knew in his heart that if he couldn't break this golden light, tonight would be the end.
Thinking of this, a trace of cruelty flashed in Zhao Rang's eyes.
While concentrating and gathering energy, the knife in his hand suddenly moved automatically, and an unprecedented killing intent enveloped the blade!
Just when he was about to swing the sword, the bearded man suddenly came back to his senses, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
After sensing his spirit, the golden light around him instantly flickered, as if it was a warning.
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Rang's eyes...
He didn't understand why the bearded man suddenly came back to his senses, and he didn't know what the scene he saw just now meant. He only knew that the opportunity was rare and he couldn't afford to miss it!
"Boom" a loud noise.
The entire town store trembled at the loud noise, as if it was about to collapse.
It's a pity that although this sword is extremely powerful, it still can't break through the golden light of the beard...
At this moment, Bearded's expression suddenly changed drastically!
The golden light around him was trembling violently, as if he was afraid of something.
Zhao Rang also suddenly discovered that although the knife he just struck failed to break the golden light, it left a crack in the golden light.
Thinking of this, the blade in his hand raised involuntarily again.
The moment the golden light collided with the blade again, it actually broke apart and made an even more deafening sound.
The bearded and burly body flew out and hit the wall of the inn, completely destroying the already dilapidated wall.
Zhao Rang was stunned...
He didn't expect that the bearded man would be knocked back by his own blade!
I could see blood bleeding from the corners of his beard and mouth, and the golden light on his chest had become extremely dim.
Feeling confused and confused, he could only hold the knife in his hand tightly and watch the bearded man's every move vigilantly.
Zhao Rang didn't know why the knife just now was able to break through the golden light, and he didn't know what Luo Hu's reaction would be next.
However, the bearded man did not get up again.
He kept coughing out blood from his mouth, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.
