This man's whole body was hidden in mystery. Just seeing this appearance, Chen Zihua's two attendants were wary in their eyes.
Chen Zihua was a little surprised in his heart. This person came to such a crowded place with such appearance, but he didn't attract anyone's attention. There was no movement at all outside, which shows that this person must have considerable abilities.
Chen Zihua looked at Lu Hanjiang opposite and asked, "Master Lu, who is this?"
Lu Hanjiang remained silent while the man slowly took off his hood and cloak. Underneath was a vulgar monk's robe. The old monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha, and then said slowly: "Old Ning Ling"
Xu, I have met all the donors."
Only then did Lu Hanjiang speak. He introduced Chen Zihua: "This is the abbot of Northern Shaolin, the Lingxu Divine Monk."
"It turns out it's Master Lingxu. I'm very polite to you, Chen Zihua."
Chen Zihua's eyes flashed with confusion, but he still stood up and saluted. He had already heard the name of Northern Shaolin. This salute was not to pay homage to the opponent's martial arts, but to pay homage to the Buddhist temples behind him.
"Amitabha, Mr. Chen, in front of you, I am polite." Monk Lingxu bowed together, his brows were kind, his eyes were full of compassion, and he had the aura of an outsider, which made people feel awe.
"I wonder why Mr. Lu invited Master here?" Chen Zihua asked.
Monk Lingxu slowly said: "Master Lu is kind-hearted. He said that several friends in the capital have passed away. He specially invited me to come and recite sutras to save him from the afterlife and send him to heaven as soon as possible."
"Is there such a thing?" Chen Zihua frowned, not understanding what this meant for a moment.
But before he could figure out what medicine Lu Hanjiang was selling in the gourd, two rays of cold light suddenly shot out from under Monk Lingxu's robe, and the two attendants immediately drew their swords with quick eyesight and quick hands.
"Master, be careful!"
The two shouted loudly, but suddenly they saw that Monk Lingxu had already avoided the edge of their swords. The distance between them was like a thousand miles away in their eyes.
The confusion in the eyes of the two people flashed away, and then they shook their eyes and were swallowed up by the boundless darkness. A blood mark appeared on the necks of the two attendants. With two plops, they each fell into a pool of blood.
The shock in Chen Zihua's eyes flashed away. He stared closely at the two swords in Monk Lingxu's hands and sneered: "Master is good at swordsmanship."
Lu Hanjiang applauded from the side and said: "It is said that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. Today I saw that this statement is true. I didn't expect that Master Lingxu can even use Wudang swordsmanship. It is really powerful."
Monk Lingxu was chanting Amitabha, but the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Chen Zihua. After the initial shock, the latter quickly regained his composure.
"Is this Mr. Lu's intention? Or is it Brother Yannian's intention?" Chen Zihua seemed to be unable to see the long sword across his neck, and asked Lu Hanjiang in a calm tone.
Lu Hanjiang's hand holding the water glass paused, and he asked curiously: "Is there any difference?"
Chen Zhua sneered, showing a mocking expression, and said: "If it was Lu Yannian's instigation, then I can only lament that you have the power of the imperial guards for nothing, but you have become someone else's puppet. If you had your own initiative, then I have nothing to say."
explain."
"Why?" Lu Hanjiang asked with great interest.
Chen Zihua looked at Lu Hanjiang seriously and said in a calm tone: "Master Lu is young and frivolous, and his courage is worthy of admiration. I only hope that Master Lu can withstand the storm."
After saying that, Chen Zihua raised his hand and grasped the long sword that Lingxu had placed across his neck. Red blood flowed down the opponent's palm and soon stained his cuffs and collar. This man had no internal strength.
, but just with his momentum, Lingxu retreated.
Chen Zihua glanced at Monk Lingxu coldly, and shouted: "Aristocratic families have the way to die, how can I allow a despicable person like you to act recklessly here? Get out of here!"
Monk Lingxu's eyes moved slightly, and he actually let go of the sword, stepped back more than ten feet away, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly.
Even though he was in a desperate situation, Chen Zihua still did not change his expression. Even though he had no power to restrain a chicken, the aura fostered by his superior determination and innate arrogance was far beyond the reach of a man like Lingxu.
rival.
Chen Zihua held the long sword with his backhand and put it on his neck. At this moment, he did not look like a loser who was forced into a desperate situation, but rather like a general who had returned from a great victory.
"The road ahead is long, I hope you will be more careful." Chen Zihua smiled slightly and wiped his neck while talking and laughing.
At the last moment of his death, Lu Hanjiang suddenly reached out and grabbed the opponent's arm, causing the long sword to get stuck halfway and unable to move any further.
"Master Chen has such a strong character."
Meeting Chen Zhihua's confused and angry gaze, Lu Hanjiang slowly leaned over, approached the other person's ear, and said softly: "But, how do you know that His Majesty did not ask me to do all this?"
After saying that, Lu Hanjiang let go and pushed the opponent's arm. The long sword was sharp and cut Chen Zihua's neck in an instant.
Chen Zihua, who was bleeding profusely, had a look of horror in his eyes. He struggled to reach out and grab Lu Hanjiang's legs, but he easily dodged it.
"Wait a minute——! What do you mean by what you say..." Chen Zihua didn't raise his arms even for a breath.
It hit the ground, and its head fell to the side. Together with the eyes that could not be closed, there was no sound at all.
"Amitabha."
Monk Lingxu let out a long sigh. He looked at Lu Hanjiang with complex eyes and said, "Mr. Chen is also considered a person. Why should you be like this?"
Although Monk Lingxu is not a member of the imperial court, he has a pair of discerning eyes and can see that His Majesty has already been fascinated by the secret of immortality. Moreover, His Majesty is already old and has no time and energy to deal with the aristocratic family.
The facts are exactly what Monk Lingxu expected. Lu Hanjiang was just talking nonsense. As for his purpose——
Lu Hanjiang lowered his head and looked at the reluctance and panic remaining on Chen Zihua's face, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this expression looks much more pleasing to the eye."
Monk Lingxu lowered his eyes and shook his head and stopped talking.
Lu Hanjiang turned his attention to Lingxu in front of him. He smiled and teased: "Everyone says that my family doesn't lie. How come the master still uses Wudang swordsmanship? This is not like the way you do things in Shaolin."
Monk Lingxu recited Amitabha and said: "The North Shaolin Temple is small and cannot block the storm in the capital. My helpless actions make you laugh."
"Master is so humble," Lu Hanjiang laughed, then extended his hand to Monk Lingxu and said, "Please lend me the sword."
Monk Lingxu didn't know why, but he still handed over the sword.
Lu Hanjiang took the sword, pointed it at the two attendants lying at the door, and casually tapped them a few times, and there were a few more special marks on the corpses.
Monk Lingxu was slightly startled: "This...how can you make the Wudang Sect's finger-winding soft sword? No! This paradoxical feeling...is a small phaseless skill!"
Monk Lingxu suddenly raised his head, his eyes extremely complicated. He stared at the sword in Lu Hanjiang's hand. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Xiaoyao Sect, so that's how it is..."