The third day after the old man left was Qingming Festival. Early in the morning, before Watson got up, there was a heavy rain in the sky, followed by a drizzle hanging in the sky, refusing to leave.
Watson, who originally planned to leave today, decided not to leave at all. I moved the table out and placed it under the eaves, made a pot of tea and watched the rain.
The peach blossoms in the yard that were about to wither suddenly refused to leave. After thinking about it, Watson could only say that there was too much fertilizer this year.
In three days, more than a dozen groups of heroes, monks, killers, and bandits came from all walks of life. Dozens of heads were cut off by his iron bow, and a piece of yellow paper was burned in a big pit under the peach blossom tree.
A spring rain washed away the faint blood in the yard, and a faint fragrance of flowers blew in the wind. Now Watson felt a little regretful. He regretted not learning to play from his godfather in the apricot garden, otherwise he would have made a pot of tea at this time. Play a song to watch the spring breeze.
Look at the souls of the heroes in the world. A pot of spring tea was steaming slightly. The tea was a local tea that Watson bought at the market and had just been released. This taste was also the taste in his memory.
An iron bow and arrow rested at his feet, waiting for the lifeless guy to rush into the yard and send his soul away. Holding a green bamboo in his hand, a scripture had been carved halfway. Not far away, there was a sound of footsteps in the rain, splashing muddy water and making a clicking sound.
Listening to the sound of footsteps, it seems that there are more than ten people coming, and the speed is very fast, even faster than this clear and soul-breaking spring rain.
Watson was not in a hurry, but quietly finished carving this verse. Then he put the green bamboo knife on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and said to himself: "I will apply some flower fertilizer today, and let's leave tomorrow." After that, he picked up the iron bow on the ground, He attached an iron arrow and aimed at the gate.
There is a sign hanging outside the gate that reads: "Death to trespassers!" This is Watson's attitude. It has been hanging on the gate these days, and it is also announcing his attitude to everyone who thinks about breaking in.
However, every monk, killer, and even bandits who rushed in chose to ignore it.
If they are frightened by a brand, they don't have to hang out in the world. The same goes for the ten people who came today. The one walking at the front was a skinny middle-aged man. Looking at the sign hanging on the door, he suddenly became furious and drew his sword to kill...
"Whoosh!" There was a sound, and before the long sword in his hand could cut off the wooden sign, an iron arrow in the wind had already pierced his long sword and pierced his chest!
There is no declaration of war, no need to say more, anyone who dares to draw a sword will die! A cold voice came from the yard: "Get out!"
"Brothers, rush in..."
"Let's go together and share the money after receiving the reward..."
"It's a murder, don't show mercy, everyone, rush in and kill that devil!" There was no movement in the yard. Watson didn't even bother to pay attention to these guys, he just looked up at the sky like broken strands of rain.
I thought, Qingming is indeed a good weather for killing people. With the iron arrow in his hand, he was about to die. The wound on his chest was almost healed. Besides, he was sitting on a chair and drawing the bow, so he didn't need to use much strength.
In just a blink of an eye, a group of guys with swords unsheathed and wearing different costumes rushed in. A guy at the front shouted excitedly: "That guy is really here, brothers, rush!" Seeing the sudden change in the yard, Watson loosened the bowstring in his hand,
"Swish, swish, swish!" There were three arrows in a row, and then like three bolts of lightning, they passed through the wind and pierced deeply into the chest of the person entering.
The monk who rushed at the front was pale, but his hands were clutching the iron arrow on his chest, with an incredible look on his face, as if he didn't care that the iron arrow was harvesting his life.
The two monks behind him were not as strong as him. The moment the iron arrow entered their bodies, they fell to the ground with a groan.
In the eyes of the monk Zhongjian, the owner of the courtyard should be a ruthless and shameless devil, and he didn't understand why he turned into a monk wearing monk's robes.
So he looked at Watson and asked in confusion: "Why is this happening?" Watson did not stop, and then shot three more arrows, and replied coldly: "Because the leader of Kunlun wants you to die." The visitor is here. At this moment, he finally figured out something, so he fell heavily to the ground without making a sound.
"Ah..." Before the man in black who rushed in behind him could rush in front of Watson, three iron arrows penetrated the chests of the three people, and three flowers of blood burst out.
Today is the last time he is here to fertilize the peach blossoms in the yard, and everyone is welcome! It wasn't until the roar in the yard stopped that Watson said coldly: "Not to mention Kunlun, I have killed even the generals of the imperial city!" When the blazing flames in the pit were extinguished, Watson carried the It took a while to gently push down the soil on the edge of the pit with a hoe.
After the three large pits were filled, the rain in the sky became heavier again. In less than half an hour, there was no trace of blood in the yard.
After fetching a bucket of water, Watson washed himself all over, then returned to the eaves in front of the living room and sat down, continuing to carve scriptures on the green bamboo.
Those who want to cultivate supreme Bodhi can even escape the suffering of the three realms. ...The Qingming rain wetted Watson's clothes and also wetted the hearts of countless people.
At least a group of elder disciples in the academy, including Murong Anran and Nalan Qiuxue...all the elder disciples were deeply shocked when they learned that one of Murong Lengyan's arms was severed by Watson from Yunqi Temple.
Because there was another witness to this matter, and that was Murong Lengyan’s senior sister Long Qiuju. When Nalan Qiuxue learned that Watson still had no aura but cut off one of Murong Lengyan's arms, she felt bitterness in her mouth.
A guy without spiritual energy was so crazy that he cut off the arm of the elder of the academy. Is the world crazy?
However, this is not the most shocking news. When Long Qiuju told everyone that the general of the Imperial City also died in the hands of Watson, the elders of the entire academy went crazy!
A monk from Yunqi Temple actually killed the general of Jiashi Imperial City. Moreover, the general and two hundred forbidden troops killed him without any chance of fighting back... The law enforcement elder Dongfang Ruyi looked in front of him. Long Qiuju and Murong Lengyan sighed heavily.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Only the dean has this elixir. If you want to be cured, you can only wait until the dean and a few elders come out of confinement." Hearing this, Murong Lengyan couldn't help but said bitterly: "Could this matter just end like this? ?" Fang Ruyi looked at her and replied quietly: "What do you want? Send elders to Yunqi Temple again? If I guessed correctly, Watson has returned to the temple by this time." Mo said it was The Academy, even Jiashi Imperial City, dare not easily start a war with Yunqi Temple. After all, there are thousands of years of foundation there, how can any sect in the world be able to shake it?
Long Qiuju thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "After all, only the elders of the Phoenix Book did not come forward. Is it possible that they don't want to get involved in this matter?" Fang Ruyi smiled faintly: "Old Meng is not an ordinary person, how could he possibly Let Phoenix Mountain wander into this pool of sewage in the world?" Murong Lengyan shook his head, looked at Long Qiuju and said with a bitter smile: "Watson's sister is a disciple of Phoenix Mountain, and even the Ninth Prince also went to Phoenix Mountain, they are afraid I won’t take action anymore.”
"This is really interesting!" Fang Ruyi said with a smile: "The emperor wants Watson's life because of the head of Kunlun, but the prince has become a brother with that boy. From now on, the world, haha. "Jia Shi Imperial City, the inner courtyard of the imperial city.
After the morning court, the emperor called the prince to the imperial study room and sighed leisurely. The prince thought for a while and said resolutely: "The ninth brother went to Phoenix Mountain. He and Watson are brothers. Father, don't push too hard. Let Kunlun make trouble."
"Oh, your ninth brother can still be brothers with that devil?" Huang Cheng frowned tightly. The prince sighed: "These are all Kunlun Jiang Yijian's words. I heard clearly that after my mother-in-law comes back, the Supreme Elder of the Imperial City will not be allowed to interfere in this matter..."
"Next, I'm afraid that the position of the head of Kunlun will not be guaranteed. I'm afraid that an elder will have to be replaced as the head of Kunlun." The prince sighed: "Qingqing said that her sister Xiaoxue's life is not the life of Hua. She was rescued from bandits back then, and those bandits were actually bribed by Elder Kunlun..." When the prince mentioned what happened back then, the Imperial City was furious and slammed the table.
Seeing the prince roaring angrily: "Immediately draw up a decree and ask Jiang Yijian how he wants to explain to me and the people of the world the kidnapping and trafficking of countless children in Kunlun back then!" The emperor was angry and saw the prince turning towards Xiaoxue, while his mother-in-law and Xiaoxue , and the youngest son he loved the most turned out to be Watson's brother... He couldn't even explain the death of the general and went to Yunqi Temple to find trouble with Watson... It happened that the prince mentioned what happened back then, so he finally found him A place to vent.
The prince was stunned and immediately replied: "Father should have caused trouble for them a long time ago and explained to the parents of the world. After all, children are the future of the dynasty." Huangcheng replied coldly: "This time, we cannot be lenient. Kill him."... In front of the Buddha in Shengmiao Temple.
Master Chengyi is holding a scroll of scriptures and a pot of tea on the table. Junior sister Chengjing is sitting in front of him. Cheng Yi put down the scripture in his hand, looked at the junior sister in front of him and sighed quietly.
She said quietly: "The general of Jiashi Imperial City is dead, Elder Murong Lengyan of the academy had an arm cut off, but junior sister, you can come back intact, isn't it good?" She didn't even want to say anything more. All cause and effect comes from Kunlun, not Jiashi Imperial City, nor Shengmiao Temple.
In her opinion, it was a miracle that the junior sister could come back alive. Master Chengjing sighed and said with a wry smile: "If Old Man Meng from Phoenix Mountain hadn't happened to be passing by, that kid wouldn't have escaped easily." Chengyi looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and shook his head: "In my opinion Come on, if Master Meng hadn't taken Watson away, there would have been a river of blood under Broken Dragon Mountain, and the junior sister might not have been able to come back..." In her opinion, Watson could kill the general without hesitation. , how could he care about the two hundred forbidden troops, how could he let go of his junior sister who wanted to hunt him down, and the few female disciples of Shengmiao Temple?
You are going to kill others, but you are not allowing others to fight back?
"Is he that powerful? I'm not a vegetarian." Cheng Jingshi said coldly: "He can hurt Murong Lengyan, but he may not be able to hurt me..." Cheng Yi sighed again and smiled bitterly. : "I heard that the child was once a handyman disciple of the academy. Why don't you think about it, maybe that child let Murong Lengyan live?" Cheng Jing heard this and recalled the scene that happened on the dock in detail, and couldn't help but be startled. I was speechless.
Why did Watson just chop off one of Murong Lengyan's arms? Why is another elder of the academy intact?
Why was the general of the imperial city blown into pieces all over the sky, but not the two elders of the academy?
Cheng Yi ignored her, but looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and sighed. He said softly: "Watson is a disciple of Yunqi Temple. Junior sister, please don't forget that the Bodhisattva lowers his brows to be compassionate to the six realms, while Vajra's angry eyes can only subdue the four demons..." Upon hearing this, Cheng Jing couldn't help but ask: " Who is the Buddha and who is the devil?" Cheng Yi held a flower in one hand and replied quietly: "You should ask Master Liaochen of Yunqi Temple about this."
