Hu Xiaotian couldn't bear to look at the monk's struggling body on the ground. He sighed and secretly cried out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't want to kill you, but if you die, I'll die. To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself."
He looked at the blade between his fingers. If it hadn't been for the surgical blade hidden between his fingers, he would have died in the hands of the monk today.
He took two long breaths. Although the movement on their side was loud, it did not seem to disturb the other monks in the temple. The lightning, thunder, and raging wind provided the best cover for the killing.
Thinking of Murong Feiyan who was taken away by those two evil monks, Hu Xiaotian didn't dare to show any slightest indifference. Just now, the lame monk Wu Xing had asked people to take Murong Feiyan to his meditation room. From Wu Xing's words, we can know that,
This bald donkey was 100% a perverted monk. Thinking of this, Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel anxious. If Murong Feiyan's innocence was ruined in the hands of this perverted monk, wouldn't he have to regret it for the rest of his life?
He returned along the original path. Although he didn't know where the lewd monk's Zen room was, he could infer according to common sense that it should be in the backyard. When he was carried by the monk just now, he quietly observed the way he came and remembered a few things.
Characteristics, so even though the rainstorm was heavy, Hu Xiaotian did not lose his way. He wandered to the side hall and heard a faint conversation in front of him.
Hu Xiaotian hurriedly clung to the base of the wall and moved a little bit along the base of the wall. Over the sound of wind and rain, he heard Wu Xing's voice saying: "Fourth, go see why the two of them haven't come back yet."
The monk who was called Lao Si responded.
Wu Xing smiled again and said, "I'm going back to my room first."
The fourth child said: "Brother, you said you would take care of your brothers..." The words were full of lewdness and evil.
Wu Xing said: "Don't worry, we are all my brothers. I will never forget your benefits. I eat the first-cooked pork, and you wait for the twice-cooked pork..."
The two of them laughed at the same time, and Hu Xiaotian cursed in his heart, "How dare you guys want to eat meat? The meat belongs to me, and you don't even want to drink the soup."
Wu Xing said: "By the way, don't worry about them two. Hide the horses and luggage in the back first. When I'm done, I'll come back to count our results."
"yes!"
The lame monk walked away on crutches.
Hu Xiaotian did not follow him immediately. He quietly sneaked to the corner and looked up, only to see the young monk wearing a monk's hat and bamboo hat heading to the corridor of the side hall to get his horse. On the other side, the lame monk had already walked out to the right.
's courtyard gate.
The young monk led the horse and complained about something. When he passed by Hu Xiaotian, there was a burst of muffled thunder. Under the cover of the thunder, Hu Xiaotian rushed out from the shadows and covered the young monk's mouth from behind.
, then he raised the dagger in his hand, pointed it at the guy's heart, and stabbed it in hard. After all, with the experience of killing two evil monks in succession, he was much quicker and calmer this time.
The young monk was killed by Hu Xiaotian without even saying a word. Looking at the frightened expression on this man's face before he died, Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but tremble in his heart. In the past, he used the knife to save people, but now he
People have no choice but to kill. In this situation, people really have no choice. If you don't kill, you will die in the hands of others. There is no room for mercy.
After stabbing the young monk to death, the horse neighed. This horse happened to be Hu Xiaotian's horse Xuehua Cong. When it saw clearly that the person in front of it was its master, it immediately calmed down and rubbed its head affectionately.
Rubbing the clothes around Hu Xiaotian's waist, Hu Xiaotian patted its mane and whispered: "Good boy, just wait for me here. I'll be back when I go."
He followed the footsteps of the lame monk and walked towards the right courtyard door. But after taking two steps, he remembered something. He turned around and came back, quickly taking off the young monk's clothes and taking off his own blood-stained clothes.
He quickly put the monk's robe on his body, and then picked up the bamboo hat on the ground. His body shape was very similar to that of the dead monk in front of him. It was really difficult to distinguish him from this outfit.
The reason why Hu Xiaotian came up with the idea of changing into a monk's robe was because of the lame monk. Since the three monks kept calling him "big brother", I guess the lame monk must have something special about him. He might be better than the other three monks.
It would be even more difficult to deal with it. If he just rushed through like this, he might not be able to save Murong Feiyan, but he would also fall into his hands.
Hu Xiaotian changed his clothes and quickly walked out of the courtyard gate on the right. He saw a figure in front of him limping towards the lighted meditation room, but the lame monk still hadn't reached it.
He was secretly happy that the lame monk's legs and feet were not strong enough after all. He had not reached the meditation room yet, so Murong Feiyan must be fine. He took two steps quickly, wanting to call out "big brother" to attract the lame monk's attention, but he couldn't.
As he spoke, he changed his mind, screamed, and fell to the ground.
Hu Xiaotian is very scheming. If he calls him eldest brother, he is afraid that his accent will be exposed. What’s more, the rain seems to be a lot lighter now, and he will be easily exposed if he gets too close. Since the lame monk is the leader of this gang of evil monks
, must have extraordinary means. Hu Xiaotian first stabbed the young monk to death, then disguised himself as him and fell to the ground.
Hu Xiaotian's move looks very dangerous on the surface, but if you think about it carefully, it is the smartest way. He was wearing the monk's robe and bamboo hat. Even if he fell, he would quietly use his hands to brush it away.
When he moved the bamboo hat, he happened to place it on the back of his head, covering his hair, which was the biggest flaw.
Hu Xiaotian's scream just now was heartbreaking. When Wu Xing saw him falling on the wet green brick floor, he thought it was his brother and hurriedly walked back with a cane.
Hu Xiaotian heard the beeping sound getting closer and closer, and his heart was extremely nervous. He pressed his right hand under his body, holding the dagger tightly in his hand. Today's success or failure depends on this one move. If the action fails, it will mean that everything will be lost.
Hu Xiaotian said nothing, and his understanding came to him. However, the monk was extremely shrewd. He did not get too close, but stood on one leg three feet away. He raised the crutch in his right hand and first opened the cover.
The bamboo hat on the back of Hu Xiaotian's head. Of course, this has something to do with his disabled legs and inconvenience in bending.
Hu Xiaotian had planned all the possibilities of the matter, but what he was worried about still happened. The monk was too vigilant. The moment Wu Xing used his crutch to lift the bamboo hat on Hu Xiaotian's head, Hu Xiaotian rushed forward and stabbed him with the dagger.
On his left leg, Hu Xiaotian had already calculated before that as long as he came close to him, he would pounce on him and assassinate him, catching him off guard. Because Hu Xiaotian was lying on the ground, the most convenient target to attack was the opponent's lower body. The monk only had
A left leg, as long as his left leg is disabled, it is equivalent to abolishing his ability to move.
Hu Xiaotian made a good plan and tried to hit the target in the shortest possible time.
Although Wu Xing was a little vigilant, he still failed to realize that the monk lying on the ground was Hu Xiaotian. Before he could see the face under the bamboo hat clearly, Hu Xiaotian had already pounced on him like a tiger.
At such a close distance, even if his understanding of martial arts is not weak, it is difficult to react in time, and the dagger penetrated deeply into his thigh.
Wu Xing grunted in pain, raised the cane in his hand, and hit Hu Xiaotian hard on the back of the head. If he was hit by him, his brain would definitely burst. Although Hu Xiaotian was not good at martial arts, he considered things very carefully.
, he has often thought of the following actions before executing the first plan. After the dagger hits the target, he immediately rolls to the left. It was this timely rolling action that allowed him to escape death. He originally wanted to pull out the dagger.
He took it away, but unfortunately the dagger penetrated too deep into his flesh and he couldn't pull it out as expected.
The crutch hit the green brick floor where he had just been, and the bricks immediately shattered. The broken bricks shot out in all directions, and many of them hit Hu Xiaotian's body. It was painful. This shows Monk Wushu's strong arm strength.
Hu Xiaotian's attack was no less ruthless than that of a professional killer. The dagger penetrated Wu Xing's left leg deeply. Wu Xing's right leg was originally disabled, but now his left leg was also stabbed, and his movement was naturally hindered.
He gritted his teeth, grasped the handle of the dagger, and pulled out the bloody dagger from his body with a fierce force. He glared at Hu Xiaotian with a pair of cold eyes. He leaned on a cane and his legs were bleeding, and he stepped closer to him.
Hu Xiaotian moved freely with his two legs, turned around and ran away up the front steps, shouting as he ran: "Damn bald donkey, come after me if you dare!" He deliberately used the provocation method to attract comprehension to chase him, the more the comprehension became more active
, the blood loss from this wound will become more severe.
Wu Xing raised the dagger in his hand, let out a roar, and threw it at Hu Xiaotian with all his strength. When he threw the dagger, it was like a strong bow and crossbow. The dagger made a shrill scream and penetrated the rain curtain.
It tore through the rich night and went straight to Hu Xiaotian's chest.
When Hu Xiaotian saw the dagger coming so quickly, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a plop. Even if he lay down in time, the dagger flew over him and pierced the old locust tree behind him.
Hu Xiaotian was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he saw that the dagger had not completely penetrated into the trunk of the old locust tree, only a little red silk at the end remained outside. The evil monk's arm strength was actually so strong. As the saying goes, use it or lose it, and you will get rid of it.
No, this upper plate is particularly powerful.
Hu Xiaotian quickly got up from the ground, watching Wu Xing move with difficulty in the rain, expecting that he would not be able to catch up with him, and sneered: "Old bald donkey, you actually dare to stab me with a flying knife! Damn it! Do you know that the dagger is
Have you fed me poison? How dare you shoot me? If anything happens to your grandpa and me, you will be buried with me." He did not put poison on the dagger, he just deliberately threatened the evil monk with words.
Wu Xing gritted his teeth and said: "Little beast, today I will definitely peel off your skin and cramp your muscles to relieve the hatred in my heart." But there was a secret chill in his heart.
