Chapter three hundred and fiftieth chapter no self infinite
The rain washes the sky and the earth, making this mountain forest extremely beautiful...
In the rain, the entire jungle is full of life, and the whole world seems to be only green.
Suddenly, a branch and leaf of a big tree moved slightly, as if it moved towards the trunk. This movement was so inconspicuous in the rain.
However, just after this slight movement, a four-legged animal suddenly swooped towards the bird's nest at the end of the trunk and bit into its mouth one of the birds that had not flown out because of the rain.
The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded, and the chameleon that had hunted its prey quickly disappeared among the trees, while a team of horses galloped past under the big tree where the chameleon was hunting.
This is already the third day of separation, and it is also the third day that Ziqin and this group of people under Deng Baichuan took action. In these three days, they have killed many people and done many things that should never be called chivalrous.
matter.
However, as the saying goes, the rules have been broken, and there is absolutely no way to make up for it without a sea of blood.
At this moment, the place they were going to was the home of the general who had tipped off the news.
For the rest of the martial arts people, they just killed a whole family, but for this general, they killed an entire clan.
This has nothing to do with race or country, this is just hatred.
The sound of wind, rain, and horse hooves were rapid and short, quickly disappearing in the rain. There was no telling how many murderous intentions were hidden under this beautiful scenery.
In Dali, in the west of the city, several monks walked out of a large house. Their faces all had inexplicable colors, and their eyes could not hide the gloom, as if they were abandoned by the Buddha.
"Which wave is this?"
In the mansion, Li Chengqu stretched himself and asked the men behind him.
During these days, the monks from Dali seemed to be rushing over like crazy, as if they wanted to use the crowd tactics to defeat him. This is what kind of person he was, and no one in Dali could surpass him in knowledge.
Although this Dali also believes in Buddhism, how can it compare with the understanding of Buddhism by the people of Quyue?
However, in recent years, Li Chengqu has begun to doubt Buddhism.
Are those all truths? I'm afraid they may not be.
If what Buddhism says is true, then Li Chengqu may have to go to hell countless times. However, he is still living well so far, while those who according to Buddhism should go to the Paradise of Paradise take it seriously.
Already reached bliss early.
"Sir, our people have discovered that those warriors from the Song Dynasty have begun to attack the families of those martial arts people from Dali."
A subordinate respectfully reported to Li Chengqu.
Li Chengqu paused for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He knew the bad habits of the Song people very well. Those people had long been anesthetized by the distorted Confucius and Mencius. They talked about benevolence and righteousness as the main thing, but few people could do such a thing.
matter.
"This group of people is not simple."
Li Chengqu stood up, hesitated slightly for a few steps, then suddenly turned around and gave instructions to his men.
"From today on, I must be polite to those in prison. The country in Dali is in chaos, but I don't want to be pushed out to be the scapegoat one day."
After giving the instructions, Li Chengqu's face turned into a smile again, and suddenly a look of fun flashed in his eyes.
"Come on, let's go to Tianlong Temple and have a chat with those masters. I dare to let these many monks cause trouble for me every day. Hehe, if I don't talk to them about Buddhism, they really think I have such a good temper."
As soon as Li Chengqu finished speaking, he took the lead and stepped out of the house gate without waiting for his subordinates to react.
Deep in the mountains, Ziqin turned over and dismounted outside a village. According to records, this was where the general's clan members lived.
The general was just a minor player in Dali's martial arts community at first. Later he joined the government of Dali and was gradually re-employed. However, he supported his clan in building this stronghold over several decades.
"Break the gate of the village, and no chickens or dogs will be left behind."
Ziqin's voice sounded cold, and it was even more chilling than rain in this rain.
Deng Baichuan's men immediately rode up. Although the village was a good place, it was just like walking on plain ground for people in the martial arts world, and the gate was ineffective.
Within a short time, Ziqin and his men had already broken into the village.
Because this village was built by the general's clan, it was not very big. There were only a few hundred people in the entire village.
Two of Deng Baichuan's men guarded the gate of the village, while the others began to set fire to the houses in the village. For a moment, there were screams, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of houses being burned by fire.
Among these hundreds of people, except for more than a hundred young men, the rest are women, children, old and weak.
Deng Baichuan's murderous Dali officers and soldiers were ruthless, but they were a little helpless at this time, so they just drove the women, children, old and weak into the open space in front of the village.
"Who are Wen Xiangqian's family members?"
Ziqin dismounted his horse, walked slowly to the group of people, and asked loudly. However, he was greeted with cold silence.
In the miserable drizzle, no one responded to him. A smile appeared on Ziqin's lips, and he suddenly swung his hand towards a child in front of him, knocking the child to the ground with huge force.
A woman burst out crying and took the baby into her arms.
"Ask me again, who are Wen Xiangqian's family members? If you don't tell them, they start killing people."
Ziqin's voice did not change at all, and the woman holding the child suddenly knelt down and kowtowed fiercely towards Ziqin.
"I said, please spare my child."
The woman kowtowed in a panic and pointed to a few people huddled together not far away.
"very good."
Ziqin nodded and walked there. After taking a few steps, he stopped again. He turned around and pulled the child out of the woman's arms. He turned the child's arms to face those of Deng Baichuan.
subordinates.
"If I were you, I would look at his eyes carefully. The hatred in it, the rules have been broken, and it will never end until one party dies. If they don't kill this child today, he said, this child will
If you enter the Central Plains with a knife, your descendants may be the ones who die."
Ziqin's voice was cold, his hands pinched the child's neck, and the child's face facing outside clearly appeared in the eyes of all Deng Baichuan's men.
What kind of face was that? It was completely distorted and more ferocious than the devils in hell, especially those eyes. The malice in them made these murderous men feel chilled.
These women, children, and children are not from the martial arts world, but their hatred is far greater than that of the people from the martial arts world, especially the children. Hatred will plant seeds in their hearts, but after the seeds grow and germinate, their power is definitely better than those from the martial arts world.
The so-called hatred.
"Except for Wen Xiangqian's family, everyone else will be killed."
Ziqin ordered again. This time, no one disobeyed this order. The cold blade was raised in the rain. Suddenly, the originally clean rain began to blur, and a dance of blood spread.
As Ziqin said, the rules have been broken. The rules of the martial arts are far more terrifying than those of the country. The country may be afraid of war, but the martial arts is not afraid. Just like Ziqin and the others entering Dali this time, they have never considered as much as the court.
A warrior's actions are always faster than his thoughts.
In the west of Dali City, Deng Baichuan emerged from the rain. He traveled day and night and had to avoid the search of Dali's army. He finally arrived here.
The brothers from the caravan whom his brothers inquired about were imprisoned here.
However, he had never found out which sect in Dali the guarding caravan was from, but this big house in the west of Dali City was an extremely strange place.
People come and go here on weekdays, but no one can find out who lives here.
Deng Baichuan lowered his head, frowned, and suddenly took a deep breath.
"Brothers, follow me."
Finally, between preserving his forces and rescuing the caravan brothers, Deng Baichuan chose the latter.
His fat body suddenly jumped up from the horse, and his whole body leaped towards the sky above the mansion in front of him like a balloon.
Deng Baichuan's Qinggong was not very good, so his internal strength was pretty good. Although this jump did not show the Qinggong of Jianghu people at all, it was still able to get up to the roof and enter the house.
However, while he was still in the air, a feeling of suffocation suddenly hit Deng Baichuan's chest.
This was pressure, pressure caused by the spread of strong internal force. Deng Baichuan's face suddenly turned pale. There was such a master in Dali.
"Go back, go back quickly."
Deng Baichuan's voice was extremely anxious, almost crying. This kind of pressure was so powerful that even Master Murong couldn't match it. Those of his subordinates might be dead or alive.
"It's not you."
A calm voice rang in his ears, Deng Baichuan's expression froze, and a breath appeared behind him.
Suddenly, Deng Baichuan felt that the sky above his head became quiet. On this rainy day, the world seemed to have nothing to do with him. Deng Baichuan looked out in shock and saw the rain all over the sky flowing past a few meters away from him in the bureau.
There was no way he could get within a few meters of him.
This kind of internal strength is beyond the reach of Young Master Murong. I am afraid that in terms of power alone, only Qiao Fengqiao, the leader of the Qiao Gang, can compete with him with the Dragon Subduing Palm.
Brother Tan, you must never come here.
Deng Baichuan felt sad for a while, but in the face of such internal power, he was completely in despair.
In mid-air, Deng Baichuan's figure turned around, his face suddenly flushed, and he suddenly pushed his palm towards the place where the breath was behind him. This palm was the convergence of Deng Baichuan's whole body's skills, and it was his most peak palm.
"Immortal and immeasurable, I didn't expect that Donor Li would actually practice immeasurable magical skills to this level."
Before he fell into coma, Deng Baichuan heard the last words in his ears, but the words "infinite magical power" were deeply imprinted in his heart. His last thought was that there are such magical powers in this world.
"These are my prisoners. It's up to me to take care of them."
Li Chengqu fell in mid-air and turned to look at the monks who were slowly coming in the rain. This was not an ordinary monk, nor the monks from Tianlong Temple, but an old acquaintance of Li Chengqu.
"We haven't seen each other for seventy years. I didn't expect that you were not dead yet, let alone that I had been in Dali for so long, and you only came to see me now."
Li Chengqu looked at the monk who was walking in the rain, but seemed to be walking among the flowers. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but a full smile appeared on his face. (To be continued.)
