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The white horse passed by, and two years later, when autumn and summer intertwined, the Han River was flowing with surging waves, and a small boat was rising and falling with the waves in the river.
Two young monks were sitting on the bow of the boat. One of them was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He had sharp eyebrows and was seven feet tall. Although he was a member of the family, he looked extraordinary. Especially his eyes, which were profound and vicissitudes of life. It was hard to believe that he was like this.
His eyes actually appeared on a young monk. If his face were covered, everyone would think that he was an enlightened monk who was at least over fifty years old.
There is no doubt that this monk is Qin Changfeng.
He looked at the river, his thoughts were like waves, recalling what happened in the past two years. After a while, he suddenly coughed violently without warning, and his face turned purple and cold.
Seeing this, another young monk next to him said anxiously: "Uncle Master, let's go back to Shaolin. The abbot must have a way to help you get rid of the cold poison."
Qin Changfeng shook his head and changed the topic directly: "When you get off the boat and dock, you can go back to the temple and return to your life. I will be fine."
The young monk shook his head repeatedly and said in a daze: "The abbot said that my uncle was too murderous, so he specially sent me down the mountain to follow you to persuade him in time, so I must follow you and cannot go back alone."
Qin Changfeng smiled and said: "Then did your persuasion have any effect?"
The monk said sadly: "No."
Qin Changfeng asked again: "Then do you think the person I killed deserves to die?"
The monk was silent, with a troubled expression. After a moment, he reluctantly uttered two words: "Damn..."
Qin Changfeng smiled faintly. In the past two years, he seemed to have thousands of Tatars and bandits in his hands. In addition to feeling relieved and earning the title of Demon Buddha, in his title mission, he was "Bandit Terminator"
The progress reached 90%, but beyond his expectation, it became more and more difficult to improve the progress, so that killing ordinary bandits had no effect at all.
However, the progress of Saint Walker is much lower, only 60%. This slow improvement speed does not make Qin Changfeng tired, but makes him look forward to it more. No matter how hard you put in, you will gain. Qin Changfeng is not afraid of it being difficult, but afraid of it.
Not hard enough!
In order to truly activate the Gangster Terminator first, Qin Changfeng has been thinking about finding a big evil person to kill, so he set his sights on Luzhangke, one of the two elders of Xuanming, hoping to kill two birds with one stone and solve the problem of the innate strong man's blood at the same time.
Question, it turned out that the other party's martial arts was far beyond his imagination. Not only did the sneak attack fail, but he was also injured by the Xuanming Divine Palm, which produced cold poison in his body. He was able to escape by relying on phase rush.
But the deer stick guest was actually very vindictive, and he chased and entangled him intermittently for half a year without giving up. Qin Changfeng had suffered enough from the cold poison in the past six months. If it weren't for his own indestructible internal power,
He is already quite impressive, and if he can suppress the cold poison by himself, he may have already followed in the footsteps of Zhang Wuji.
Qin Changfeng, who has always been vengeful, will naturally seek revenge for such revenge, but he does not intend to use martial arts to fight head-on anymore. It is really thankless to compete with old monsters like Xuanming and Xuanming who have practiced martial arts for decades.
After getting rid of the cold poison in the body, he set up a trap to trap the dead deer stick guest.
The purpose of this trip upstream along the Han River is to go to Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal Hu Qingniu to cure the cold poison. He will definitely not go back to Shaolin for the time being, because he has a murderous reputation. Once he goes back, he will probably be banned. Very soon
It’s hard to come out again.
While I was deep in thought, I suddenly heard a loud voice on the river coming from far away: "Stop the boat quickly and hand over the child obediently. Buddha will spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame him for being ruthless." This voice came through the waves.
, it is clear to human ears, and it is obvious that the call’s internal force is not weak.
Qin Changfeng looked up following the sound, and saw two river boats rowing by like flying by. When he looked carefully, he saw a big man with a beard sitting on a small boat in front of him, rowing rapidly with both hands, and sitting in the cabin.
Two children, a boy and a girl.
A larger boat was chasing after him. In the boat stood four Buddhist monks and seven or eight Mongolian military attachés, holding the boat planks and helping the boatman paddle.
The big man with the beard and the fat man in the boat in front were all very strong. When the oars were pulled, the boat rushed forward more than ten feet. However, there were many people in the boat behind, and the distance between the two boats was getting closer and closer. After a while,
, all the military officers and monks bent their bows and set arrows, and shot at the big man. When they saw the arrows breaking through the air, a whistling sound was immediately heard.
"Why does this scene look so familiar?" Qin Changfeng had a slight flash of surprise in his heart. He vaguely felt that this seemed to be a plot in the original work. If so, his luck would be a little too good.
At this moment, a scream of "ah" was heard, and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow on his vest. The man with the curly beard turned pale with fright. He leaned over to see that the space-time door was wide open, and was hit one after another on his shoulders and back.
The arrow fell into the middle of the river while the wooden oar in his hand was uncertain, and the boat stopped immediately.
The big ship behind saw the opportunity and immediately chased after them. Seven or eight Mongolian military attaches and monks jumped on the small boat. The big man with the beard was unyielding, punching and kicking, and struggling to resist.
"Chang Yuchun!"
At this time, Qin Changfeng was sure that this scene was the one in his memory. He thought that if he followed Chang Yuchun, he would not be able to find Hu Qingniu, so he hurriedly said to the boatman rocking the boat: "Boatman, get on top."
After entering this world, Qin Changfeng spent all the time he could practice on the indestructibility of the Vajra, so he had never practiced Qing Gong. Now the two ships were at least thirty or forty meters apart, and he couldn't fly between them no matter what.
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The boatman was already frightened when he saw the arrows flying in random directions. Logically speaking, it was not enough to try his best to row the boat away, so how could he dare to move closer instead?
But at this time, they saw that although the boatman was shaking all over, he gritted his teeth and rocked the oar to move the boat across the bow and head towards the small boat.
Qin Changfeng couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene: "Aren't you afraid?"
The boatman replied: "The holy monk has just saved the lives of my whole family. How can I refuse even if I am afraid? What's more, the holy monk is going to save people. If I hold back, I will never be able to live in my hometown again."
Raise your head in front of me!"
Qin Changfeng was speechless, and the other Shaolin monk was also silent, sighing secretly in his heart: I didn't expect that my uncle, the young master, had such a reputation in the hearts of the people.
When he was still more than ten meters away from the boat, Qin Changfeng saw that the situation on the other side was critical. Without waiting for him to get closer, he jumped into the air and rushed towards the boat.
At this time, the three Mongolian military attaches saw this scene, and five or six consecutive arrows were shot at him. Qin Changfeng directly launched a phase rush in mid-air. The ten-meter distance passed by in an instant, and the person appeared directly in front of him.
All the arrows on the boat were shot empty.
The three military attachés immediately stood there stunned as if they had seen a ghost.
Qin Changfeng waved his Zen staff with his left hand, and the three military attachés standing side by side suddenly felt their chests collapse and flew backwards at the same time. After a few splashes, they all fell into the river.
At this time, the other military attaches and monks saw him coming like a ghost and killed three military attaches. They were all frightened. The leading military attache shouted in Chinese: "Monk Wu Na, you dare to attack and kill the imperial official in broad daylight."
, do you want to be labeled a rebel together?"
"You don't need to decide. I am a rebel. Have you ever heard of the name of the Demon Buddha?" Qin Changfeng said calmly wearing a bamboo hat. In the past two years, he has rarely shown his true colors to others because he was afraid of causing trouble to Shaolin. After all,
The world still belongs to the Mongols.
"What, it's you?!" The remaining four military attaches and monks were all shocked when they heard that he called himself Demon Buddha. Then the military attaches turned around and jumped into the river without thinking, regardless of whether they could swim or not.
Looking at it like that, it was obvious that he would rather drown than stay away from Qin Changfeng.
