There was a sea of people stopping to watch on the post road, 30% of them were ordinary people passing by, and 70% of them came from the Jianghu community after hearing the sound.
Let’s all watch this historic moment for the young generation in the world.
Zhao Zhengli retrieved the scabbard from the air, returned the sword to its sheath, and stopped. The situation suddenly changed. It was destined to be impossible to kill Yeluhe today.
The young man with bright eyebrows and a folding fan holding a folding fan settled down next to Yeluhe's master and servant. Then he folded the folding fan and tapped a series of acupoints on Yeluhe's chest to stop the blood that was constantly overflowing.
Yeluhe changed his arrogant look, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, cousin Mi!"
The two retinues even knelt down and knelt down to thank them. They were even more grateful than they were for saving their parents. If something happened to their young master, they would be doomed to die. After all, he was the son of the great Khitan master.
The Princess of Dali, dressed in fluttering white clothes, walked up to Zhao Zhengli's side. Her beautiful face showed an eccentric expression, and she kept looking up and down at the unkempt and rough-looking boy.
Zhao Zhengli was stared at by the beauty who ranked second on the beauty list. He saw the trick and glanced at the beautiful woman: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome Taoist priest?"
The usually smart and eccentric princess rarely showed signs of being a slut: "Second son of a bitch, have you really understood the law?"
Zhao Zhengli raised his eyes, taking in her graceful figure, and finally landed on Ao Ran's chest. He swallowed his saliva inadvertently: "This Tao is the reincarnation of heavenly beings. The rising sun will rise sooner or later. What does it mean to understand the rhyme of the Tao?"
Duan Xiaoxiao openly puffed up her chest: "You reincarnated heavenly being seems to be very lustful? Why are you staring at my princess's breasts? Are you not afraid that I will stuff them with cotton?"
"..."
Daochang Zhao, who thought he was thick-skinned enough, just accepted the defeat.
Chen Xiaoyao, carrying a knife on his waist, appeared like a ghost: "What are you two talking about?"
Zhao Zhengli's old face turned red: "It's been a long time since I met the princess, let's exchange feelings!"
Duan Xiaoxiao smiled charmingly: "Become the princess's follower. From now on, you can communicate with each other every day, and you can still be your personal follower!"
After saying this, Zhao Zhengli, who did not forget to cast a flirtatious look meaningfully, could not help but feel shaken in his heart as he understood a hint of the law. Chen Xiaoyao on the side was really dumbfounded, and out of nowhere, he said: "Can there be one more of me?"
The two of them blinked, but before Zhao Zhengli could react, Princess Dali patted them on the shoulders and said boldly: "Okay! I will accept them all! Two more men have been added to the three thousand male favorites!"
"..."
Many strange looks were cast towards the three of them.
At that time, two women in brocade clothes with thin swords hanging from their waists quickly came together, one was calm and dignified, the other was playful and agile, which interrupted the awkward atmosphere among the three of them.
Of course, the beautiful Princess Dali didn't seem to feel embarrassed.
However, the smart and playful woman among them suddenly asked the dignified and steady woman next to her: "Sister Birou! What is a man's favorite?"
"..."
"Biyu, haven't you always been thinking about the safety of the Taoist Priest? Now that you have found it, why are you not anxious anymore?"
Zhao Zhengli had already noticed that the two sisters, after being separated for several months, had become more and more plump and plump, and their skin tone was much fairer and more delicate.
Only then did Biyu react. She focused her gaze on the man in burlap and disheveled hair. The bridge of her nose was sore, her eyes were filled with mist, and she choked with sobs: "Taoist Master..."
I had no words to say for a while, I just felt that seeing this handsome and fair face made me feel extremely at ease, I stopped for a short time, and regardless of his embarrassment, I jumped in and hugged him.
Zhao Zhengli's head was in a daze. He only felt the fragrant wind blowing his nose, and the two soft balls were close to his body. It was very comfortable!
Chen Xiaoyao was dumbfounded and couldn't replace him!
A trace of envy flashed in the eyes of the dignified woman wearing a thin sword at her waist.
The most shocked person was Princess Dali. Her eyes widened with surprise written all over her face. She muttered dully in Dali dialect: "He is really a second-rate kid. He has harmed so many innocent girls!"
"Amitabha! Why don't you, the rebellious minister's surviving son, submit to the law on the spot?"
Another monk with half a hundred monk's robes came. He was wearing a monk's robe, performing Buddhist rituals, chanting the Buddha's name, and his head was shiny. Only his chin had a gray beard, which was swaying gently in the wind.
The young monk who had been following the sisters of the Bi family hurriedly stepped forward to pray: "Uncle Huiyun!" Then he pointed his finger at Zhao Zhengli, who was hugged tightly by a pretty woman: "This thief cut off Master Xiao's arm in Yinshan Town, Qingzhou. The executioner!"
Biyu raised her neck and wiped away the half-drop of true tears from her eyes: "Shut up, you bald donkey!"
The half-hundred-year-old monk in monk's robes glanced at the burlap figure stuck together with the woman: "Amitabha, it is offensive to the morals and it really damages the reputation of Qingcheng Taoist Court!"
Chen Xiaoyao next to Zhao Zhengli quickly reminded: "This person is Abbot Hui Cong of Northern Shaolin and the two senior brothers of Xiao Jingyuan who were expelled from Shaolin. His Buddhist name is Huiyun. Although his cultivation is not as talented as his junior brother Hui Cong, he has solid and profound Buddhist attainments. I heard that Now you are only half a step away from the Grand Master. A few days ago, there were rumors in the world that Northern Shaolin Huicong went to the capital. He walked out of the capital for a while with Du Qiao of the five major families, and both forces have something to do with you. It’s a festival, and when I see Huiyun now, I guess Northern Shaolin is determined to mix it up to the end!”
He paused and added: "If you are really the son of a rebellious minister, it wouldn't be surprising if Northern Shaolin got involved."
Zhao Zhengli looked at him doubtfully and waited quietly for the next step.
"Back then, your chivalrous parents chose Southern Shaolin in the dispute between Northern and Southern Shaolin..."
Zhao Zhengli glanced at him and said: "The bald donkey who cut off one of his arms has long been a monk in Northern Shaolin. He has some relationship with him in Northern Shaolin. A few old bald donkeys in Northern Shaolin are just using it to mix things up. They are just a bunch of prude bald donkeys." , I have nothing to fear!"
"Ahem!"
A few dry coughs were heard not far away, and Zhao Zhengli looked up and saw a young monk holding a wooden Zen staff. Zhao Zhengli recognized him as Mingwu, a bitter monk from the Great Buddha Temple in Shu, and quickly waved his hand: "I didn't mention you! When I have free time, I will let you return to secular life sooner or later, and find three or five beautiful women to help you warm your bed every day, which will be much more comfortable than chanting sutras every day!"
Mingwu, who was holding the wooden Zen staff, was not angry, but responded with a wry smile.
"You despised the Buddha, spoke uncontrollably, and behaved disrespectfully. I will teach you a lesson today for the deceased Qingcheng Heavenly Man!"
Master Huiyun was the first to get angry when he heard this. His cassock floated without any wind. He stamped on the ground with one foot, and a stream of true energy penetrated the earth.
"A false monk dares to stand up to his teacher. Even your Buddha is not qualified!"
Zhao Zhengli reached out with one hand, causing the Tao Yun to buzz and resonate, directly dismantling the rapid incoming Qi from the ground.
Then Zhao Zhengli decisively retaliated with a palm, "Wow!" In an instant, it was like the power of heaven descending, and he was three steps in front of Master Huiyun's eyes. He was shocked. He didn't expect that this man could master Tao Yun so well. Fortunately, he had his own skills. It is solid and has a suppressive effect in terms of technical strength.
Everyone who knew Zhao Zhengli had a look of shock on his face. He hadn't seen him for several months, and when he raised his hand casually, Dao Yun appeared. Is this a guy at the Grand Master level?
Even the bitter monk Mingwu, who had lost half of his moves in the capital, couldn't help but feel discouraged at this moment.
Zhao Zhengli slowly pushed away the beautiful woman who was still hugging him: "Today I am going to see how much the old bald donkey who has been reading scriptures all his life weighs!"
He opened his mouth and was called "Old Bald Donkey", which made Huiyun almost explode with anger: "The son of a rebellious minister dares to be arrogant. Today, you, a hereditary prince, have given me a million gold, and I took it!"
Only then did hundreds of people in the world remember the "treasure" that Zhao Zhengli was carrying on his head!
Many people are eager to try it, for fear of being monopolized by the old monk!
Zhao Zhengli glanced coldly and said gloomily: "Who dares to act rashly?"
No one looked directly at him wherever he looked, but there were still many restless people.
Huiyun, a half-century-old monk, smiled when he saw the effect. He must have suffered a loss in physical fitness with his old arms and legs. He awakened the people in the world to "hunt for treasures" together. He snatched the six wooden sticks from the hands of the young monk and said: "I will go first to hunt for treasures." !”
The wooden stick danced in his hands vigorously and vigorously, the rosary hanging around his neck swung wildly, and the monk's clothes rustled with the invigorating energy.
"This old man with a bright head can only do so much!"
Zhao Zhengli drew his sword decisively and used both arms to slash through the air. The monstrous sword energy was tens of meters long and was about to split the world in half.
Master Huiyun pointed at the wooden stick, and the stick's true energy surged tens of meters. It was directly facing the monstrous sword energy that was slashing towards the sky. The two streams of true energy exploded, making the spring sun in the sky temporarily eclipse, and the aftermath of the true energy spread; four The dust and smoke were billowing, and the two men were fighting in it with sticks and swords.
In terms of moves, Master Huiyun is more sophisticated. Zhao Zhengli's moves are not good, but he is more flexible and suppresses them with Tao Yun. Therefore, it is much easier to face Huiyun, who is half a step away from the Grand Master. He is not even as good as the Tubo Master. It was so strenuous, but I don't know if it was because my strength was growing, or because the old monk Huiyun, who was also a half-step master, was not ready enough.
After a brief weighing, Zhao Zhengli gradually let go of his hands and feet and used his heart as a guide instead of just relying on his eyes. He discovered that the heart can be connected with the laws of the great road. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to sense everything around him, from the breath of his opponent to the dust floating in the air. , can be accurately captured.
This feeling is very mysterious. You can always predict your opponent's next move half a second in advance.
The first time he escaped in advance was luck, and the second time he escaped was a fluke. But he could easily escape again and again, and the difference was only a hair's breadth. How could Huiyun calm down?
The old monk felt fear for the first time, because he had experienced this feeling from his great master's junior brother Hui Cong.
It's just that the posture and temperament of the rebellious minister's son in front of him are quite different. At most, he has a trace of charm, but this trace of charm has troubled him for decades!
Jealousy arose in his unruffled Buddha eyes, and turned into vicious murderous intent.
No one could see the old monk's murderous intention, but the sinister stick technique he used gradually became apparent. The young monk was aware of everything, and when no one was paying attention, he tore off the beads and attacked Zhao Zhengli, a burlap man in the field, with a hidden weapon.
"Bang!"
The rosary beads were intercepted by a finger force in mid-air. Chen Xiaoyao looked at the young monk with a half-smile but a stern face: "A true gentleman watching chess without speaking. Your uncle already had an advantage in fighting with a junior. Now you use a hidden weapon. You The Dharma is called 'enlightenment', have you ever been enlightened?"
Monk Awakening snorted and ignored him, and threw several rosary beads to sneak attack. Chen Xiaoyao successively used his Qi fingers to intercept: "Sure enough, there is nothing more hypocritical than false compassion. In that case, let me learn the Buddhist skills for a while!"
While speaking, Chen Xiaoyao had already moved away, turning into an afterimage and approaching the young monk Sue Wu. Sue Wu also resolutely made a Vajra fist to greet him. The two of them collided with each other with their bare hands, fighting each other with palms and fists.
Tubo Mu Mi Tang and Khitan Yelu He, who had been watching the battle in the distance, had a sneer flashing alternately in their eyes. This kind of internal friction was what they liked to see the most, and it was nothing more than reaping the benefits of being a fisherman, right?
Just when the two of them were planning whether to take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack or continue to wait, an iron Zen staff was suddenly inserted in front of Mu Miitang.
"I heard that your mother hated the Tang Dynasty before Qing Dynasty, so she named you "Mie Tang". Then do you know why I became a monk?"
The calm voice held back the most primitive anger, like the kind of blood-soaked hatred that cannot be described.
Yeluhe and Mu Miitang were looking for fame. He was a young monk with a decent appearance, but his face looked worse than Coptis!
Monk Mingwu of the Great Buddha Temple was walking slowly, his tone was calm, as if he was telling someone else's story, but his eyes had begun to become sharp and as cold as ice!
"Because the poor monk also hates the Tubo people. They slaughtered the village where the poor monk grew up and killed the parents who raised the poor monk. The Tang Dynasty has destroyed you and you are seeking revenge for the country. Tubo has not been destroyed. How can the poor monk forget this?" Will you accept the Zen staff or not?"
