The monk in black ate three bowls of plain noodles in that noodle shop until he could eat no more, then he slowly got up.

The noodle shop owner over there took one look and said with a smile, "Master, how about another bowl?"

It's not that he is so hospitable, it's just that the young man gave him a piece of gold before. Not to mention that the black-clothed monk in front of him only ate three bowls of plain noodles, even if he ate another thirty or three hundred bowls, it would still be enough.

It doesn't matter.

It’s nothing more than a matter of making more and less.

Moreover, thirty bowls and three hundred bowls are just a drop in the bucket.

The black-clothed monk smiled and shook his head. He had three bowls of plain noodles. He said, "It's hard to say what the profit and loss of this business is, and I don't want to say it."

But as I said before, please have a bowl of plain noodles, in other words, if you eat two more bowls, just do something else.

Without that young man in front of him, he would naturally not know about this thought, and even if he said it, he wouldn't be able to listen.

Just when I was about to walk out of the noodle shop, I saw a tall man walking in. The monk in black thought for a moment, then turned around and sat back, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, please have another bowl of noodles with meat."

The noodle shop owner nodded and wasn't angry. He was just curious about why the monk had so many friends.

The tall man walked into the noodle shop, glanced at the monk in black, and sat opposite him, where Chen Chao had been sitting.

The two looked at each other, and the monk in black took the initiative to ask with a smile, "After the sect leader fired the sword, he stopped looking at the battlefield. Did he think that Yu Xiyi would definitely die?"

The leader of the Sword Sect said calmly, "The path he chose is his own, and he is responsible for his own life and death. But if he really dies, I will feel a little disappointed."

In today's world, in his opinion, only Yu Xiyi can become his opponent one day in the future.

The monk in black said, "The sect master could have done something."

The master of the Sword Sect was not in a hurry to speak, but waited until a bowl of beef noodles was placed in front of him, which was obviously more honest. Then he reached out and slowly pulled out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and said calmly, "I have been practicing swordsman all my life, and I have always thought that the way of swordsmanship is higher than the sky."

, later I went to the capital of the gods, and His Majesty told me that a sword is more than a sword, and I have to understand it a lot, and only then can I realize such a perfect sword, but what is beyond the sword, it seems a little foggy in front of my eyes, but I can't see clearly. "

"Because of this, I don't dare to do anything. Even if I do something, I feel that there will be problems and that I am wrong in the way of kendo."

After the Sword Sect Master said these words, he lowered his head and began to eat noodles, his expression still complicated.

The monk in black smiled and said, "That's why the sect leader came to look for the poor monk. He wanted to hear a few words from the poor monk."

The leader of the Sword Sect did not speak, but just ate the noodles quietly. After finishing the noodles, he raised his head and said softly, "I heard a rumor that fellow Taoist is the reincarnation of the black-clothed national master. I don't know whether it is true or not."

The black-clothed monk smiled and said, "If it's fake, if the poor monk says a few more words, even if the sect leader thinks it makes sense, he won't listen to it?"

The Sword Sect leader frowned slightly and said nothing.

The monk in black thought for a while and said with a smile, "The poor monk and the national teacher are indeed inextricably linked, but to say that the poor monk is him and he is the poor monk, I think it may not be right."

The leader of the Sword Sect stopped talking.

The monk in black shook his head and smiled and said, "One thing I can tell the sect master is that both the poor monk and the imperial master have only one idea, and that is peace in the world."

What is peace?

Only when demons are not allowed to go south and monks outside the world are allowed to bully the people of the world based on their preferences can there be true peace.

In order for foreign monks not to bully the people at will, the black-clothed national master was willing to give up his Buddhist practice, disturb the world, and make the deposed emperor abdicate.

The reason is simple, that is, if he sits on the throne, there will never be a day when monk Fang Wai bows his head.

As for the latter, the black-clad Imperial Master couldn't do it, and neither could the Emperor of Liang at that time.

The black-clothed monk smiled endlessly. It was already a great achievement for the Imperial Master to accomplish one thing, but he could not be expected to accomplish both.

"The poor monk can send a message to the sect master, and the sect master also owes the poor monk a favor."

The black-clothed monk looked at the Sword Sect leader, speaking like this was no different from a businessman in the market, but he was more upright and bright.

The leader of the Sword Sect asked, "I will draw my sword later and kill Master Wu Hao?"

The monk in black shook his head and said, "There's no need. If the sect master was willing to take action from the beginning, things would be much simpler. But now, that guy can do things well. If the sect leader uses his sword again, what's the difference between taking credit for it?"

The leader of the Sword Sect was surprised and said, "Can the three of them really win?"

In fact, from the very beginning, he

He is not optimistic about the three young people. He knows very well what is the difference between Fuyun Realm and Wangyou Realm. If this is just an ordinary realm barrier, then it is impossible that not many people can set foot in that realm for so many years.

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The monk in black said, "They are not the sect masters, so they can naturally win."

The taste of this sentence depends on how the Sword Sect Master himself tastes it.

The leader of the Sword Sect was silent, and then asked, "What do you want to say, fellow Taoist?"

The black-clothed monk stood up, looked at the Sword Sect leader, smiled and said, "This sentence carries a heavy weight, so what the leader is asked to do is not easy."

After saying this, the monk in black said a few words from his heart, and then waited for the Sword Sect leader's reply.

The world's confirmed first swordsman was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly.

The black-clothed monk then said, "When will the sect leader stop taking the art of swordsmanship as the most important thing? The road ahead for the path of swordsmanship is naturally endless. Forgetting the worries and supporting the clouds is not the end, so the sect leader's swordsmanship will naturally not stop here.

"

After saying this, the monk in black didn't care what the Sword Sect leader in front of him thought, but stood up and walked out of the noodle shop.

When they came to the street, the black-clothed monk first murmured to himself, "Whether I am you or you are me, it doesn't actually matter, right?"

Then the monk in black suddenly looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "As expected, you're still worried, aren't you?"

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…

The battle on the mountain top is still going on.

Master Wu Hao was hit by flying swords and fists one after another. His body, which was not very outstanding, had many problems at the moment and his injuries were not serious. But at least in the end, he held down Chen Chao's head, and the terrifying energy in his palms fell,

I want to destroy all the hard work of these young people.

Before the young man in front of him dies, he wants to make the other person feel the feeling of having nothing.

First destroy the acupoints, then destroy the meridians, and finally make this young man a real useless person.

Let this young, real yellow beam have a dream, and the big dream be in vain.

But then, Master Wu Yao frowned again, because the flying sword in his heart was trembling slightly at this moment, and there was a faint sound of sword clanging.

This flying sword penetrated deeply into his heart and landed on an acupuncture point. Not only did it severely injure him, it even completely disrupted the Qi in his body. At this moment, it was okay that the Qi in his body was pouring out. If it were to flow back again,

Well, Master Wu Hao, let alone anything else, just sorting out the flow of Qi will take a lot of effort.

Therefore, the flying sword is inserted into his heart and can stay forever, but it cannot leave.

There was no need to worry about this matter, because Yu Xiyi had been seriously injured, and there was no telling whether he could draw his sword again or whether he could stand up.

But if it weren't for him, who would be pulling this flying sword called weed?

Master Wu Yao subconsciously took a look at Yun Jianyue, who was struggling to hold on over there, and found that it was not, indeed, the great master of the Taoist sect, who could reach the heavens through Taoism, but if he said anything else, Master Wu Yao didn't think it was possible.

Then who is pulling the flying sword in front of you?

Master Wu Yao suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him whose face was covered with blood. He was holding his head by himself, but with both hands, one hand was firmly holding the handle of the knife, and the other hand was already stretched out in front of Master Wu Yao.

Between the palm of the hand and the flying sword, there is a very small wisp of sword energy.

Incomprehensible.

Master Wu Yao frowned, feeling a little unbelievable after all.

The young man in front of me is not a swordsman.

But in the second thought, Master Wu Hao didn't think too much, but the Qi in his palm became stronger. So what if you are a great swordsman? Now I will completely cripple you and then kill you. Look at you.

What else?

As the qi of Master Wu Hao fell into Chen Chao's body, a fight actually started in Chen Chao's body. The qi in Chen Chao's body initially resisted together, but they were defeated in an instant, as if they were defeated like a mountain.

Half a trick.

The gap between the two people's realms is still too big.

Chen Chao is still awake to this day. He knows very well that if he wants to fight Master Wu Hao on the battlefield in his body, the chance of winning is slim. Therefore, he did not mobilize his qi to continue the fight at all, but instead moved the qi to his arm through his meridians.

Even at this time, he still had time to peel off those qi machines and peel off the sword qi that had been fused together inside.

What he has to do next is to block the flow of Qi from Master Wu Hao towards his arm to buy him the final time.

In other words, Master Wu Hao at this moment is like an army of monsters knocking at the Great Wall in the north, and Chen Chao is the frontier army guarding the city.

There is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. It depends on how long they can hold on.

In the distance, Yunjian Yue, who was hovering in the sky, was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body was shaking. Not only did he have to block Master Wu Hao's thunder pool from outside, but he also needed to keep his own thunder pool intact. These two points alone were enough for him.

Very difficult.

In fact, he had already noticed Chen Chao's situation and wanted to help, but it was difficult for him to do so.

However, he still didn't want to see Chen Chao bleed here. In this case, all his efforts would be in vain. .??.

Can the Liang Dynasty live without the Chen Dynasty?
To be continued...