"Does the donor still recognize me?" This soft question came into the ears of the two of them like morning bells and evening drums. The two of them felt their souls tremble, and a big gold Buddha suddenly appeared in their spiritual consciousness. The big Buddha looked at you compassionately, with golden lips lightly opened, and the Buddha's words that swayed people's minds were used from all directions like a tide, wrapping your heart in tranquility, quiet and quiet that made you forget Zhou Zha's world, joys and sorrows, and troubles. At this moment, only the thought of seeing through the Buddha's sea of ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Tong Yuan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly dispelled the absurd thoughts, raised his energy and concentrated his mind to stabilize his soul, and then he stared at the simple-clothed monk in front of him, who was as thin as a winter cypress.

Seeing that Tong Yuan's eyes had returned to a clear light, the monk nodded in praise and said softly: "After ten years of separation, the donor's cultivation has improved a lot." His words were calm and peaceful, and he did not use sound waves to make Tong Yuan feel turbulent and happy, nor did he jokingly at all about Tong Yuan.

Tong Yuan looked at the monk and sneered: "It's been ten years since Master Bodhidharma hasn't returned to India yet? Could it be that he will die of old age in this foreign land?"

The monk did not care about Tong Yuan's cold attitude, but instead corrected with a smile: "The donor said it wrong again. I came from the Brahmin of the Kingdom of Satavahana. I came to the East to spread the compassionate Buddha. It has been almost fifty years in a flash, and my monk's hard work has finally achieved results. It is the time when the iron is hot, how can I go back-"

Tong Yuan interrupted the monk impatiently, looked at him squintly and asked, "What kind of kung fu did you use just now? Is the lion roar of Buddhism?"

The monk shook his head and smiled, "It's the Buddha's call--"

Tong Yuan's head stopped him quickly, then pointed at Zhang Yan, who had already gotten up and was tired and fought hard, squinted his eyes and flashed with cold light and said in a deep voice to Monk Bodhidharma: "Master and I are considered old acquaintances. Do you want to prevent me from revengeing for revenge?"

Monk Bodhidharma didn't care about Tong Yuan's cold spear, which had begun to be ready to move. He glanced at Zhang Yan, who was in a mess, and bowed to Tong Yuan solemnly, and said mercifully: "When will the revenge be done? Today, the donor of Tong killed this donor, and tomorrow the donor's son comes to seek revenge on Tong Yuan. In this way, you kill me and I will kill you, and you will be exhausted. Do you really feel happy?... The donor of Tong still stops..."

"Master really wants to keep an eye on his business... Although the master has a very shallow martial arts attainment, I, Tong Yuan, will not be afraid of you!" Tong Yuan shouted coldly, then rushed out like a ghost, and at the same time, his pupils shrank and suddenly burst out murderous aura, which made his white hair and beard explode automatically. The turtle-backed hunched dragon spear in his hand also whistled "swish!", the spear head flashed like lightning, and the spear body roared like a wall, running towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and stepped back quickly, but Tong Yuan came faster and could dodge in a blink of an eye. Monk Bodhidharma smiled bitterly, and his body as thin as a dry bone rushed to Zhang Yan like the wind. At the same time, a string of black and shiny Buddha Lords suddenly picked up from under his wrist, pronounced the Buddha's name, and then suddenly waved his brush in his chest. The beads suddenly stiffened like iron. Under Monk Bodhidharma's whistle, he looked like a sharp steel ruler, and faced Tong Yuan's spear that was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder.

"when!"

"when!"

A few sharp and harsh knocks and collisions, with dazzling sparks that cut through the sky, the two of them were like butterflies flying among flowers, opening and closing, waving in a square and vigor.

Tong Yuan's gunman is elegant and handsome, and he is the phoenix gun that is used to the extreme. It is a spear of spears, but it is different. It is as fast as the wind whistles the mountains, like thousands of birds returning to their nests; the buzzing sound of the bells, like hundreds of birds singing.

Monk Bodhidharma used his shocking flexibility and a loving smile to twist his body from various strange angles. He was backward in moves and passive in moves, but he always used beads to smash the "birds" flying in front of him.

If Tong Yuan is as quick and handsome as a lonely geese and a cunning rabbit, Bodhidharma is a great skill. He attacked the people and blocked the fierce and fierce killing spear in a thrilling manner, but he never won the victory in chasing the enemy. It can be said that he showed mercy.

Zhang Yan stared blankly at the confrontation between the top masters of the world, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that there are such masters in the world, and I was thrown away from afar..."

Just as he was thinking, Tong Yuan suddenly stopped and smiled at Monk Bodhidharma: "Master Bodhidharma's cultivation is ashamed of being a master. Since he can't do anything to the master, he should be the compassionate heart of Master..." As he said that, Tong Yuan sneered and glanced at Zhang Yan, clasped his fists and said aloud, "Master is free one another day, Tong Yuan will come to ask for advice again!"

As he said that, Tong Yuan waved his gun and walked away with the rising sun on his back without looking back.

"Thank you for your help..." Zhang Yan said as he was about to bow, but was supported by the monk Bodhidharma. He smiled and said to Zhang Yan, "No need to thank me. You can see that the donor of the Tong was merciful just now. I was just taking action." Before he could make a polite decision, he heard a cheerful shout from the city gate: "Master Bodhidharma, I went out early in the morning and didn't tell me, so I could find it easy! The Buddha bathing conference is about to begin, and I'm waiting for you, Master!"

When Bodhidharma looked in for the sound, he saw Mai Rong wearing a gorgeous cassock, followed by two rows of devout monks and nuns, waving to himself at the gate of the city.

Tong Yuan walked a long way before he stopped and looked back at the majestic Xia Pi City. Listening to the distant bell in the morning light, he sneered: "Child Zhang, if I really want your life, how could you let it run so far? But I don't rush to kill you. You are much more useful than dead!"

Then he strode north and said to himself: "It's time to go and see my disciple Zhao Yun. If he doesn't come back and see, his wife whom he has been thinking about day and night will become someone else's person!"

At this moment, Zhang Yang and Wu Ying were entangled with Gao Shun's flying cavalry for several days, either fighting in close contact or fighting for more than ten times. Zhang Yang and his team lost more than 150 people and burned more than a dozen carts of corn, but they also left Gao Shun's elite cavalry close to the same number. The two sides were equally matched. They walked for more than 40 miles in just two or three days.

"From the raid at the third update last night to the dusk, Gao Shun Houcheng's men and horses seemed to be missing... I don't know which short hillside they are lying on, and which dead grass they are now... they are hard to guard against..."

He had to keep his nerves tight for two days and nights to beware of the enemy flying cavalry that might appear at any time. Although Zhang Yang's precautions were in place and he took turns to rest and switch on duty at night, when the enemy attacked, Wu Ying stubbornly rushed out first, insisting on two or three days, never sleeping for an hour in a row. At this moment, her face was full of tiredness, as bright as the galaxy, as beautiful as Mercury, her eyes were covered with bloodshot, which made Zhang Yang feel distressed.

Hearing Wu Ying's strength, he sighed at the busy people who were arranging the convoy's supplies and mules and horses forming a defense circle and preparing to camp for the night.

Zhang Yang walked to her with bitterness, looked at the sunset in the distance, and comforted him: "Aren't we not at a loss? Although they are extremely deceitful and fierce army, our sons are not bad either!"

He guided Wu Ying to look at the patrolling spear battalion he pointed to, and said, "Although our spear battalion is an infantryman, relying on the grain chariots and horses, quickly formed a formation to defend, and was calm and uniform. Hundreds of spears were scattered outwards together like hedgehogs. Even the flying cavalry that was running towards the enemy was stabbed into a transparent hole by the head of the spear and the horse. Once the first wave of high-speed attacks were blocked by us, they would have to be slaughtered next! You didn't see the terrified appearance of those flying cavalry looking at our spear battalion!"

A smile flashed across Wu Ying's lips, and Zhang Yang continued to say, "Our cavalry is also very brave. Although many people are still unfamiliar with horsemanship and have serious lack of combat experience, they are very brave and have to fight hard to entangle the excellent Xiliang army. In the end, they have to retreat with hatred and fear. Apart from the corpses on the ground, they have burned more than a dozen trucks of food and grass to comfort them-"

When Wu Ying heard Zhang Yang's joking words, she couldn't help but smile. This relaxed and natural smile made Zhang Yang feel relieved.

"Yinger, you are too tired and can't stand the iron fight. Even if they are coming, aren't I still there? If there is a tough battle behind you and you are so tired that you can't get into it, isn't it troublesome?" Zhang Yang advised earnestly. Wu Ying was about to argue, but Zhang Yang leaned forward and said softly with a heartache: "And, if you are so tired, I will feel sorry for you. Are you touching my heart trembling..."

As he said that, Zhang Yang was about to pull her little hand, but Wu Ying glared at him and dodged away.

"General Liu, there is a difference between men and women, please respect yourself!" Wu Ying glanced at the people coming and going and said to Zhang Yang seriously.

Zhang Yang saw her subtle but meaningful glances, and then realized that no matter how gentle and affectionate she was behind her back, she was so generous and confident that she was so shy that she was seen by others.

"Haha... I'm so rude - Well, here's a bit noisy. Let's go there and discuss how to set up a trap and cut off Gao Shun's annoying tail in one fell swoop!" Zhang Yang laughed dryly, looked around, looking at the place where a few grain trucks were specially designed for high-level resting like him, and said with a serious look on his face.

Then he solemnly made a gesture of inviting Wu Ying. Wu Ying looked at her without squinting her eyes, and a look of righteousness appeared on her face. She spitted gently, gave Zhang Yang a light look, but she still walked in.

The tall corn pile on the donkey cart completely separated the inside from the outside world, and Zhang Yang felt relieved. He threw the cold-resistant tiger-skin coat brought from Wujiabao on the grass bed. Regardless of Wu Ying's rolling eyes and resistance, he sat down on the tiger-skin and smiled: "Sleep, have a good sleep, it is better than anything else!"

Wu Ying was dissatisfied with his hands holding his shoulders and said angrily: "I know you are full of colorful things, and you are so proud of what you say in front of others, but you are shameless behind your back... I said, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think..." Zhang Yang licked his mouth and laughed.

Wu Ying glanced at him angrily, and actually hugged the wide and soft tiger skin, lay on the flaunting grass bed and covered her head and fell asleep.

Zhang Yang looked at Wu Ying, who was tightly wrapped in armor, and suddenly felt distressed. He wanted to take advantage of it but didn't know where to start.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the uniform and quiet breathing and slight snoring coming from the grass shop. Zhang Yang felt sour and pity in his heart. He glanced at Wu Ying who was sleeping deeply, sighed and walked out gently.

Seeing the last ray of rays of light in the west dissipate and the earth began to open up night. He looked at the horses and grain piles that were nervously arranged to block the enemy cavalry from rushing in directly, Zhang Yang sighed bitterly: "Gao Shun, you are worthy of being a difficult person. Since you are like a leech, I will let you bleed! Please get into the trap, and I will act as your bait!"

"They are so difficult to deal with. They must be the most elite army in Xuanyuan Pass. They want to ensure the safe arrival of food and grass in life. As long as we eliminate this army, Xuanyuan Pass Huaxiong will be better." Gao Shun sat by the campfire and frowned.

"How to do it? Please tell me clearly!" Du Yan and Ma Jun said.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to fight hard. If all our brothers fight, they may not be able to leave them..." Gao Shun pinched his chin and pondered for a moment before saying slowly: "Then let's dig the tiger away from the mountain, transfer their cavalry, and then find a way to lure their grain protection team, burn their food and grass first, and disrupt their morale!"
Chapter completed!