The sword that the man in black is best at using is a black long sword, a soul-stirring long sword... In an instant, it turned into a black meteor and flew towards the Youhe River not far away.
"Poof!" fell into the water. Just like his life, it came to an end in this moment!
The same bladeless sword energy passed through his chest, and then a terrifying evil energy rushed into his chest, swallowing him up in an instant, and then swallowing him up again.
He didn't know that Watson not only had terrifying swordsmanship, but also a deadly evil aura. Just as Kunlun Jiang Yijian said, when the evil spirit comes out and destroys the world, how can the two men in black in front of them be able to resist it?
If the evil spirit is so easy to deal with, the head of Kunlun would not have personally deposed the elders of Kunlun and suppressed them in the secret realm.
In such a narrow place, Watson didn't even use a sword to cut the snow, but pierced the chest of the man in black with his sword, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the opponent's black sword into the roaring Youhe River.
The man in black looked blankly at Watson, who was holding a sword, and said, "How could you..."
"They say you talk too much!" Hua waved his long sword and took the man in black to fly out of the stone tower and towards the Youhe River under the cliff.
"Plop!" With a sound, this was the second man in black today who fell into the Baiyou River and went to feed the fish.
"Brother...I will fight with you...swish, swish, swish!" Three arrows flew towards Watson...
"Looking for death! You dare to attack me with an iron bow?" Watson stepped forward step by step, carrying the thick black mist and moving forward. At such a close distance, the man in black would no longer have the possibility of killing him!
"I'll fight with you!" The masked man in black threw away the bow and arrow in his hand.
With a "Wang!" sound, he pulled out the long sword behind him and struck Watson with a knife!
"Dang!" sounded! However, Watson, who was furious, finally found a space to show off his skills, and with one move, he cut the snow with a sword!
A sword from Tianshan not only cut off the man in black's long sword, but also cut off his head! Like a kite with its string broken, the man in black, still holding half of the long knife in his hand, fell into the river under the stone tower together with his head that had left his body.
Throwing the half-cut knife on the ground under the stone tower, Watson looked at the rushing river and took a deep breath.
He murmured to himself: "I was fishing by the river, did I offend you?" A sudden attack made him no longer interested in fishing.
The green bamboo fishing rod by the river was cut into several pieces by the woman. Returning to the shore, Watson threw all the bait into the river.
While saying: "Come on, let you eat enough today." Returning to his hometown, Watson smelled a faint smell of blood, so he quickly walked into the living room, looked at the old man and asked: "Senior, here What happened?" The old man nodded, then looked at him and frowned, and he smelled thick blood from Watson's body.
Instead of answering, he asked: "Where have you been?" Watson waved his hands, sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and drank two cups of herbal tea.
Then he smiled bitterly and said: "I went fishing by the river. Unexpectedly, three guys came over and wanted to kill me..." The old man was stunned for a moment, and then replied calmly: "Four or five guys rushed in here too. It doesn't make sense." Reasonable guy, I have no choice but to throw them all into the Youhe River." Watson suppressed his shock and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old man was fine.
He murmured: "Senior was frightened. Otherwise, you should leave as soon as possible. I won't be able to stay at home for long before I have to leave." The old man was even more shocked. He looked at Watson and replied: "These guys have never been here since." Where did you get the news? You have only been back for a few days? Have they grown wings?" Watson shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Murong Lengyan from the academy hates me to death, the imperial guards in the imperial city, and that unknown person Nun, they can guess that I will come back even with their eyes closed." Thinking of this, Watson was startled.
He looked at the old man and asked: "Senior, will that crazy woman and that old nun buy another boat to chase them down the Youhe River?"
"No." The old man replied quietly: "I had already sent a message to him at that time. If she knew the advance and retreat, she would not pursue you, but she would definitely go to Yunqi Temple to cause trouble for you." Watson's mouth He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
I thought in my heart that if you were just talking, the old woman would not dare to pursue her anymore, and Murong Lengyan from the academy would probably not come to trouble me for the time being.
As for the Imperial City's imperial guards, they were afraid that by the time they found him, he would have already entered Wentian Peak. Who else does he need to be afraid of when he goes to Wentian Peak?
From this point of view, the old man in front of him is either a born expert or a senior of that sect, otherwise he would not be cleaning up the food stall here for him.
It's just that the old man doesn't tell and he doesn't ask. This is his principle in life. Thinking of this, Watson still asked: "Senior, do you want to be a god and continue to travel through the spring scenery, or should you go to Yunqi Temple with the junior to see my master?" The old man was silent for a moment and replied: "After all, you still have to make your own way. Let's go." The old man did not answer Watson's question, but Watson instantly understood what the old man meant, and immediately laughed: "I have many debts and I am not afraid." That night, the two of them drank three glasses of wine, and the old man did not. Thank you Watson for helping him break through.
In his opinion, with Hua Yu in Phoenix Mountain, there is no need to say anything more. Watson trusts his most precious sister to Tantai Yuyan. No matter the sky falls, Phoenix Mountain will protect her.
And Watson's road is at Yunqi Temple. With old monk Chen here, the wind and rain in this world can't reach that otherworldly mountain.
After all, Yunqi Temple is an existence that is not inferior to Kunlun. If they really fall out, I'm afraid even Jiashi Imperial City won't be able to do anything against Yunqi Temple.
After all, monks are not bound by worldly laws. The next day, the old man who got up early watched Watson dig several large holes under some peach trees in the yard.
So he asked in confusion: "Okay, why are you digging these holes? Are you going to plant trees?" Watson shook his head and chuckled: "I will stay at home for another three days, waiting for those who don't know whether to live or die. These guys came to trouble me and buried their heads here as fertilizer." The old man felt his heart shrink. I am afraid that only Watson could think of this and be able to do it.
Thinking about it in a blink of an eye, I felt relieved. You all came to kill me, why don’t you allow me to fight back? No matter how stupid a person is, he won't stick his head out to be chopped off, right?
Waving his hand, the old man walked out the door and said, "I've been out for so long, I'm going home and have a look. I hope we can meet again one day." The Chinese was stunned, put down the hoe in his hand, and looked at the back of the old man. He asked: "Senior, I don't know your name yet?" The old man laughed loudly in the wind: "My surname is Meng."
"The surname is Meng, an old man who looks like a fairy?" Watson shook his head, thinking that he must go back to Yunqi Temple to inquire with his master about this matter.
...After digging the hole, Watson went to the market and bought two fish and a pot of beef with soy sauce. After feeding myself, I went to the yard, folded some green bamboos, and sat under the eaves to make a pot of tea.
An iron bow and dozens of iron arrows lay at his feet... The gate to the yard was open. Holding a small knife in his hand, he changed his method. He wanted to carve the unfinished scripture on the slippery green bamboo.
The spring light is long, and a ray of golden light falls from the sky. It shines quietly on Watson in front of the living room and under the eaves, and also shines on the green bamboo between his fingers.
It shows that the world in which his family members were born, even if they fall into the evil realm, they seek to escape from it. This time, the dead branches were replaced by green bamboos, and Watson finally felt the pain.
It took a while to carve an ugly scripture crookedly on the green bamboo, and even my finger was cut accidentally.
Looking at the bloody green bamboo in his hand, Watson couldn't help but sigh and smiled bitterly. Sure enough, I didn't expect to carve on purple bamboo when I was in Tianshan. Today, I can't do it as well as I did on the dead branches on the road when the Tathagata came.
In the blink of an eye, when I thought about it, it seemed that when I was carving on a dead branch a few days ago, I accidentally carved through the dead branch that was about to rot.
In this way, he regarded it as a different way of cultivating his mind. It took me an hour to sit quietly under the sun, until finally I found some tips. The knife in my hand had no more power than the other, and I was able to carve out a relatively complete sutra.
Another hour passed, it was Shen Shi, and a green bamboo about a foot long was already placed on the table in front of Watson.
The long sunlight shines on the scriptures on the green bamboo, exuding a faint fragrance of bamboo and quietly emitting a touch of golden light.
At this moment, a voice was vaguely heard in the ear: "Brothers, take out your swords. This yard is the boy's home. Let's rush in together..." Another voice said excitedly: "Kill this boy. , let's go to the imperial city together..." Another old voice shouted: "Everyone, rush into the yard with your swords and chop off that guy's head!" A guy trembled: "Everyone, do you know that guy? Don't kill the wrong person!" A voice said coldly: "If you encounter any monsters and monsters that dare to live here, kill them all! Didn't I show you the boy's portrait..." Watson sighed , put down the knife in his hand and placed the green bamboo on the table.
He took a sip of the herbal tea in front of him, then picked up the iron bow at his feet, held three iron arrows in his hand, and murmured to himself: "You are welcome to make flower fertilizer."
"Come on..." At this moment, two men in black holding swords rushed in. Behind the two men, there were four masked men in different costumes with no apparent age, each holding a sword, and followed the two men into the small courtyard.
For a moment, a sonorous sound of swords resounded in the small courtyard, and the two men in black who rushed in front were stunned... Before they could scream, two cold iron arrows had pierced the spring wind, heading towards They're coming!
Then there are two paths
"Pfft!" sounded. It was the sound of an iron arrow piercing the chest of the man in black. Two red flowers bloomed in the spring breeze in an instant.
"No, this kid is prepared!"
"What are you afraid of? Come together and kill him!" Watson, who was sitting quietly under the eaves, didn't even stand up. He just sat there, and the iron arrow in his hand flew out again, as fast as lightning, flying out in an instant... murmured to himself He said: "You are already dead..." The arrow flashed like lightning, just for an instant.
The four iron arrows had already pierced the spring wind, pierced the clothes on the chests of the four people, and pierced the chests of the four masked men who were holding swords and looking excited.
Everything happened so fast that before these guys even let out a miserable roar, they were hit by arrows in the chest and fell to the ground instantly.
Until their death, the six masked men who came to make a fortune could not figure out what kind of devil lived in this yard.
Putting down the bows and arrows, Watson dragged the six people all the way to the big pit that had just been worn. He threw two into a pit. With a wave of his hand, a piece of talisman fell down and a golden flame burned.
After fetching several buckets of water and washing the blood stains on the floor several times, until the smell of blood disappeared, I washed up and returned to the table under the eaves to sit down.
Picking up the small knife Qingzhu on the table, he sighed: "It seems that there will be no need to apply fertilizer to the flowers in the next ten years."
