Zhang Yuan stepped forward and said, "Feng Wanli, it's not too late to surrender now."
Feng Wanli's eyes widened in anger and he shouted: "Zhang Yuan, not everyone is like you and likes to betray the country and seek glory. That's what you want to do if you die."
"Okay." Zhang Yuan's palm instantly condensed his true energy, and he shot forward with a palm.
The wind from his palm was so strong that Feng Wanli didn't dare to respond. He ducked and took the opportunity to strike back with a diagonal stab.
Zhang Yuan clamped the blade of the sword between his palms, poured all his strength into his palms, and shook it with force, trying to break it.
Unfortunately, although the blade of this horizontal sword was slender, it was strong yet soft, and it carried 30 to 40% of Feng Wanli's internal strength. It was bent instantly and returned to its original form instantly, which failed to do as Zhang Yuan wished.
Feng Wanli grasped the handle of the knife, stirred it hard, and stabbed forward with all his strength. Zhang Yuan not only let go quickly, but also jumped back to dodge in time. Not only would his palms suffer, but a hole would also be stabbed in his chest.
"You're an evil beast, we're going to catch you without restraint!" Zhao Mingxiu shouted angrily, frightening many disciples outside the courtyard gate.
Liu Zhongtian stepped forward quickly and said: "Disciple is willing to clean up the door for master."
"Go ahead, there is no need to think about the friendship between the same clan." Zhao Mingxiu saw that Feng Wanli was injured in many places and the right arm holding the knife was bleeding profusely. He felt that Liu Zhongtian should be his opponent, so he agreed casually.
Liu Zhongtian bowed and said, "Yes, Master." He unsheathed his sword and was about to step forward to fight, but was stopped by a voice.
Zhang Yuan said: "Master Zhao, why don't you leave it to Master Dong to clean up the family?"
Zhao Mingxiu turned to Dong Xiaowan and said, "Xiaowan, what do you think?"
There are many disciples of the Biluohu sect, but Feng Wanli is an upright person who values love and righteousness the most. In the past twenty years, Feng Wanli has not only provided guidance to Dong Xiaowan in her martial arts cultivation, but has also shown great concern in her life. Under this situation, how could she, Dong Xiaowan, dare to take advantage of someone's danger, repay kindness with hatred, and harm his life.
Dong Xiaowan stepped forward and said hesitantly: "Master, I..."
Feng Wanli knew that he would not escape death today, and he was already prepared to die. When he saw fangs growing out of Zhao Mingxiu's eyes, he shouted loudly: "Dong Xiaowan, how dare you stand with the people who betrayed your ancestors? I have long since severed all ties with each other, and we are at odds with each other. If you are not afraid of death, just step forward. If you are afraid of death, just roll aside. Why hesitate and pretend to show off your friendship in front of others."
Dong Xiaowan is a woman with more affection than wisdom. She doesn't know that Zhang Yuan and Zhang Mingxiu have murderous intentions towards her, and she doesn't know that killing Feng Wanli is her only choice to show her loyalty. Fortunately, Feng Wanli's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on her. She suddenly woke up and understood the seriousness of the matter. Seeing that Master Zhao Mingxiu was about to speak, he hurriedly turned around and stepped forward with his sword drawn, shouting angrily: "Feng Wanli, it's okay for you to live up to Master's orders, but you are still talking shamelessly here, disobeying me, and slandering Master. You are really a treasonous person who deceives Master and destroys his ancestors. I, Dong Xiaowan, have severed all ties with you today and am at odds with you. I will die."
Feng Wanli laughed loudly: "Come on! How can I, Feng Wanli, be afraid of those who betray the country and seek glory." He stepped forward with a knife to call for formation.
Dong Xiaowan didn't show any weakness, she unsheathed her sword and stepped forward to fight.
Suddenly the sword flashed, sword shadows flew, and the sound of the swords clashing was clear and sweet. It was really a good fight.
Although Feng Wanli's martial arts was slightly better, he was injured. Although Dong Xiaowan's martial arts was mostly taught by Feng Wanli, he had already surpassed Wuhen.
After a dozen moves, the two were evenly matched, with no winner in sight.
After a dozen or so moves, Feng Wanli was gradually defeated and suffered several new sword wounds.
I don’t know whether it was because Feng Wanli was physically exhausted due to excessive bleeding, or because of the unbearable pain that made his shots slower, or because Dong Xiaowan’s skills were extraordinary... Whatever the reason, it was most likely that Feng Wanli knew how to survive. Hopeless, I don’t want to hurt this little junior sister, I feel that her life is so bitter, clean, and difficult enough.
When Zhao Mingxiu saw that Feng Wanli's steps were beginning to become chaotic and his moves were sluggish, he shouted: "Xiaowan, kill him."
Dong Xiaowan accepted the master's order and quickly stabbed Feng Wanli in the abdomen with a sword, then slapped Feng Wanli on the chest and shoulder with a palm.
Feng Wanli was hit by a sword in his abdomen before he could dodge. He was then knocked away by Dong Xiaowan's strong palm force. He flew a foot away and landed on the ground. He struggled several times and failed to get up. His whole body was covered with sunlight. He twisted a few times in a pool of blood and closed his body. Say goodbye to tired eyelids, bid farewell to those extremely ugly faces, and truly come to a state of being out of sight and out of mind.
Seeing this, Liu Zhongtian jumped over, squatted down with his back to everyone, and secretly slapped Feng Wanli on the chest. Seeing that Feng Wanli didn't move, he stood up with confidence and walked back to Zhao Mingxiu's side. , said: "Master, he is dead."
Zhao Mingxiu knew very well that Feng Wanli was a person who could not fool him by pretending to be dead. He also knew that Liu Zhongtian was a person who could not let Feng Wanli live. In view of this, he said to the gatekeepers: "Let's go, leave this place." He strode towards the courtyard gate, and the gatekeepers followed.
Zhang Yuanchao took a good look at Feng Wanli's corpse, shook his head slightly, and asked his two men to carry the two corpses on their backs. They walked out of the courtyard, left the temple, and went down to Baishan Mountain with Zhao Mingxiu, disappearing among the little monks. out of sight.
The young monk watched Zhao Mingxiu and others go away, ran into the temple, rushed to the door of the east wing, and said to the old monk who was meditating and reciting sutras: "Master, they are all gone."
"Amitabha!" The old monk stood up and took the young monk to the westmost courtyard. He looked at Feng Wanli's body on the ground and said unconsciously: "Amitabha, sin, sin." He led the young monk and walked over.
The young monk was very surprised when he saw Feng Wanli covered in blood and bleeding from several wounds. He raised his head and asked the old monk: "Master, this donor is so strange. He is obviously dead, so why is he still bleeding?" ?”
After hearing this, the old monk looked at Feng Wanli's body and saw that although Feng Wanli's face was pale, there was still pain in his eyebrows, so he leaned down, grabbed Feng Wanli's pulse, and listened.
The young monk asked: "Master, is he still alive?"
The old monk let go of Feng Wanli's wrist, clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha's blessing, there is still a glimmer of hope left."
The young monk asked: "Should we save him?"
The old monk gently patted the young monk on the forehead and said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. There is no reason not to save people until death." He helped Feng Wanli sit upright and slowly helped him up. Get on your back and walk towards the east wing.
The young monk followed behind and whispered: "Master, what if those cruel donors come back and want people?"
The old monk said as he walked: "When we get to the back mountain, we will bury him in his bloody clothes. Let's treat it as a tomb."
After entering the east wing, the young monk helped lay Feng Wanli down on the ground and whispered: "Master, he is obviously not dead. Isn't it bad to do this?"
The old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and said: "Break the bad fate and regain a new life. Amitabha."
The young monk followed suit: "Amitabha."
The old monk took out a set of old monk robes from the closet and took off the bloody clothes on Feng Wanli. The young monk brought water, washed Feng Wanli's body, and helped the old monk apply ointment and powder to Feng Wanli's wounds. , put on the monk's robe.
After everything was dealt with, the master and the apprentice moved Feng Wanli to the bed, took Feng Wanli's bloody clothes out of the east wing, took a hoe, went to the back mountain, found a flat area, dug a hole, and threw the bloody clothes into the pit. Here, a mound of earth was piled, and Feng Wanli's tomb was completed.
The master and apprentice went down the back mountain and returned to the temple. They used hoes to dig out the blood stains on the ground in the west courtyard. They then washed the ground with water and returned to the east wing. Seeing that Feng Wanli was asleep and unconscious, he sat aside and began to meditate.
The thick sound of chanting spread everywhere, filled the room, and wrapped around Feng Wanli, fearing that he wouldn't be able to hear it.
