Eighteen bamboo slips, two on Xiang Que's sword, and the remaining sixteen were slapped at Xiang Que from all directions, sealing the air around him, as if trapping him in a cage.
Xiang Que frowned slightly, but was not afraid. Just as he was about to lift his left hand, an unexpected figure suddenly jumped out from the forest behind him and shuttled through the forest. He tapped the branches with his toes a few times, like a golden-winged roc spreading his arms.
After dodging a few times, he plunged headlong here.
The figure was like a straight javelin. He wore a short shirt that exposed two arms and wore two straw sandals woven with straw vines. He was about forty years old and was carrying a broad-backed long knife in his left hand. A cold light flashed on the blade.
, very dazzling.
The figure that suddenly jumped out pursed his lips, and there was no expression on his handsome face. After he landed, without saying a word, he directly waved the broad-backed long knife in his hand, and swiped the knife at several bamboo slips on the missing side.
"Bang, bang, bang", the sword instantly bounced several bamboo slips away like a torrent, and a powerful sword energy surged out from the sword like a long dragon and slashed towards the several disciples of the Confucius family in front.
This scene happened so fast that people were overwhelmed. Mr. Kong Da and the disciples of the Kong family seemed not to have expected that a figure would emerge from the forest, and with a powerful move, several bamboo slips flew away. Its unstoppable momentum
, extremely powerful.
When Mr. Kong Da saw this, he suddenly pulled forward with both hands, dragging several people back to avoid the powerful incoming sword energy. However, his rescue was a step too late, and several people were swept away by the sword energy.
Each of them spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back and fell back.
"Master Qiao was really domineering in his attack. He cut them with one strike and they were bleeding as if something had happened. You are awesome." Xiang Que smiled with his white teeth at the visitor.
"I was meditating in the forest, and I rushed over after hearing your whistle. Fortunately, it was just in time." Mr. Qiao replied lightly, holding a long knife and sweeping his eyes towards the other side, looking at them one by one, and chuckled: "Kong Mansion
I have never been involved in Buddhism and Taoism. I didn’t expect that the longer I live, the more I go back. It’s better for each generation to stay silent and meddle in more business. Aren’t you afraid that your ancestors will lift up the coffin board and jump out, point it at your nose and yell at you?”
"The affairs of the Confucius should not be interfered with by other people. Who do you think you are to teach us?" Mr. Kong Da said angrily: "Aren't you meddling in nosy affairs? This is a dispute between the Confucius and Xiang Que. Your Excellency
Now that you know who we are, you still want to intervene?"
"Zhongnan Hermit, Wuqiao," Mr. Qiao said indifferently.
"Wow!" Mr. Kong Da was stunned and said in surprise: "You, aren't you dead?"
Wuqiao sneered and said: "For those who talk about morality, if their mouth and tongue are not sore, their eyes will be blind first."
Mr. Kong Da gritted his teeth and stopped making any sound, knowing that if the other party intervened today, he might not be able to do anything good.
Wu Qiao said calmly: "You go back to Gujing Temple first, I will stop you here."
Xiang Que blinked at him and said, "Hey, that's so embarrassing... Master Qiao, thank you for your hard work."
Mr. Kong Da was furious. What he originally planned to be perfect was actually blocked by Wuqiao who suddenly appeared. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Are you really going to go against my Kong family?"
Wu Qiao smiled casually: "There are three million gods in the sky, but they must lower their eyebrows when they see me. I am a lonely person with a sword, and the sword will last forever. I am not afraid of the gods, but I am afraid of you?"
Xiang Que said to Mr. Kong Da: "There are five thousand hermits in Zhongnan. Mr. Kong Da, do you know how deep the water is here? Our ancient well temple has been entrenched in Zhongnan Mountain for countless years. Is it difficult to know a few good neighbors?"
When I entered Zhongnan, I followed him into my own back garden. It’s ridiculous that you still dare to catch up with me in such a big way. Believe it or not, if I roar twice more, I, the hermit of Zhongnan, and a few more people come out, I can eat up all the scum you have left.”
Xiang Que's words are true. There are more than 5,000 hermits in Zhongnan Mountain who cultivate themselves all year round. They are distributed throughout the Qinling Mountains. Half of them live an isolated life without caring about worldly affairs. Many of the monks are half-way
Wuqiao is one of those who have retired, and there is no one
It was learned that he was from a different sect, and he was ruthless and ruthless, just based on personal preferences. His behavior was quite similar to Wang Kunlun's style. Finally, when he was thirty years old, he was hunted down by many people from the Buddhist and Taoist sects.
In the end, it was said that he died during a siege and there was no news from him since.
But after that siege, he suddenly became tired of the world, so he came to Zhongnan Mountain and became a hermit. From then on, he never cared about anything. He stayed in seclusion for more than ten years and never stepped out of Zhongnan Mountain.
It has been more than ten years, but the edges and corners of his temperament are still intact. Xiang Que summoned a long sword with a long roar and was born again.
Gujing Temple has been rooted in Zhongnan Mountain for countless years. In the surrounding mountains and forests, there are several hermits who have built huts and lived a self-reliant life. The Wu Bridge is nearby. When Xiang Que entered Gujing Temple, he had already made friends with Yu Qiuyang, and the two often made tea together.
A pot of Dahongpao preached and discussed Taoism. Although they were not sworn sworn brothers, they treated each other as brothers, which meant that they cherished each other.
Qin Hui actually had three friends who were colluding with each other. It was reasonable for Gujing Guan to stay in Zhongnan Mountain for several years and get to know a few hermits. Xiang Que would naturally have more confidence to escape to Zhongnan Mountain.
Wuqiao blocked the disciples of the Confucius family with one man and one sword, and Xiang Que was able to escape and quickly return to Gujing Temple. Mr. Kong Da could only watch him leave helplessly.
A moment later, Xiang Que passed by Gujing Village, but suddenly found that the village was deserted, with only livestock wandering around.
"The calm before the big drama..." Xiang Que sighed: "The veterans must have expected this change."
Xiang Que was quite puzzled. Although the old Taoist had been prepared for a long time, why didn't he show up yet? Even Yu Qiuyang and his senior brother didn't rush back to Gujing Temple. They really couldn't let themselves face the pursuit of these parties alone.
?
The ancient well was as dilapidated as ever when people went to watch the sky. After returning to Xiangque, I looked around blankly and felt quite desolate. The Taoist temple was spotless with only a few fallen leaves on the ground, silent and desolate.
Xiang Que raised his head, looked at the sun that was gradually turning to the west, and said: "Look, the name of the full moon, the sun sets in the east and the moon rises in the west, looking at each other in the distance, but there is no one..."
Inexplicably, Xiang Que suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and his heart was twitching.
He clutched his chest, which was a little stuffy, and his body trembled slightly, as if a sadness came to his mind.
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a donkey carried an old man staggering onto the mountain road. The old man on the donkey's back still hummed the timeless song: "I ride on a white horse and go through three passes... Change
In plain clothes, I enter the customs, and I don’t know when or what month I will be able to leave the customs again..."
A voice like a broken gong, with a sad tune, gradually drifted towards Zhongnan Mountain.
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