Li Jiaoyue's tongue was on his teeth and he was about to bite it down hard, but the blood flowed out and he died. Fortunately, Monk Tian Jue jumped over and grabbed Li Jiaoyue's cheeks with his palms, preventing her from succeeding.
Tian Jue Monk sneered: "Little beauty, it's not that easy to die." He inserted the chain shovel on the ground, took off half of Li Jiaoyue's sleeves with his free hand, and stuffed a ball into her mouth, so that she could no longer bite her tongue no matter what.
Committed suicide.
Li Jiaoyue looked at the sky, with tears streaming down her face, and prayed: "God, please show mercy and save us poor people."
She never expected that her prayer would come true, when she suddenly heard a voice shouting like a bell: "Rongtian, don't panic, Li Tianmu is here." Mou Rongtian was overjoyed, and looked out, only to see Li Tianmu driving towards her at high speed.
Seeing that there were still three to five feet away, Li Tianmu stopped the carriage, jumped forward, pulled out the Vine Dragon Sword in the air, and floated down behind Mou Rongtian. The two of them faced the Sanjue Monk back to back.
Mou Rongtian said: "Tianmu, you came too soon. If you were one step later, we would not be able to meet each other."
Li Tianmu asked: "Where do these three bald donkeys come from?"
Mou Rongtian said: "Three extraordinary monks."
Li Tianmu said: "I've heard that they are not good people."
The three monks formed a triangle and surrounded Mou Rongtian and Li Tianmu. Monk Tianjue thought to himself: "Why is this bastard Li Tianmu here, asking for bad food?" He backed down, but he was not willing to be cooked duck.
He knew that Li Tianmu was difficult to deal with, but he wanted to join forces with the three brothers to fight to the death.
At this moment, Baiyun layman Chen Zhenshi floated up to join the battle group with his sword in hand. Sanjue monk and Chen Zhenshi had met several times and got to know each other. Chen Zhenshi said: "The three masters have met again after a few years, and they have always been good friends.
good?"
Monk Tian Jue sneered and said, "Thank you, almsgiver, thank you. The three of us brothers can eat, sleep, and live a very nourishing life."
Chen Zhenshi said coldly: "Your good days have come to an end today, Tianmu, Rongtian, one each, come on!" As he said this, he ran towards Jueseng with his sword and stabbed him. Mou Rongtian fought against Jueseng, and Li Tianmu hit him.
Tian Jue.
In just a dozen rounds, Li Tianmu used a whip-like sword move, and the Vine Dragon Sword hit Tian Jue Monk's right shoulder. Tian Jue became one-armed at once. Tian Jue couldn't bear the pain, and he let out an "Oops!"
Yelling, the chain shovel dropped to the ground.
The Vine Dragon Sword was drawn again, and Tian Jue Monk's other arm was also removed. This time it became armless, and his screams were even more pitiful. But this was not the end, Li Tianmu stepped down from the pan with his sword again,
Tian Jue's feet were cut off, causing him a lot of pain, and then he sealed his throat with a sword and killed him. Then he walked towards Monk Ren Jue.
Ren Jue saw that his senior brother Tian Jue died so miserably and that Li Tianmu was attacking him again. He didn't care about fighting Chen Zhenshi anymore and ran away with a feint.
If Li Tianmu is keeping an eye on him, he will not be able to escape. He flew over Ren Jue's head and landed in front of him, blocking the way. Ren Jue gritted his teeth and said, "Li Tianmu, I'll fight with you as a poor monk." He continued to shovel and smash him.
When he was about to pass by, he saw that Li Tianmu was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he heard an evil wind behind him, and he hurriedly turned around and brandished a series of shovels to resist.
Suddenly, there was a heart-breaking pain. Ren Jue saw his right hand abandon him and fall to the ground. The broken wrist was bleeding profusely. The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't bear it. But this was not the extreme pain. After a while,
, his vision went dark, and he felt greater pain.
Li Tianmu and Mou Rongtian were close friends in life and death. When he saw that his good friend was outnumbered and almost suffered the murder of the Sanjue monks, he hated the Sanjue monks deeply. If he did not torture them, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in Li Tianmu's heart.
Seeing Ren Jue Monk, he fainted from the pain and fell to the ground. Li Tianmu pierced his heart with a sword, killing him.
Now only Di Jue was left. Seeing that he was no match, he threw down the chain shovel, knelt in front of Mou Rongtian and kowtowed like a chicken breaking rice, and begged again and again: "Master Mou, please spare your life..."
Mou Rongtian raised the tiger-head knife high and wanted to kill him with one blow, but then he thought, "Since he has put down his weapon and surrendered, as a member of the public, I cannot lynching him indiscriminately. I should send him to Fusi, Beizhen." Punish the crime.”
Just as he was thinking about it, Li Tianmu finished taking care of Tian Jue and Ren Jue, then walked over to Di Jue, and said, "Rong Tian will spare you, but Li will not." He swept away the monk Di Jue with his sword, and his head fell to the ground.
"Tianmu, you!" Mou Rongtian blurted out.
Li Tianmu smiled and said: "What's wrong with me? He's such an evil monk. What can I do with him? Kill him completely so that he won't harm the people again."
Mou Rongtian thought to himself: "Three Jue Monks are not good people, so just kill them." Seeing that the Tian Jue Monk and the Human Jue Monk were torn to pieces, it was too horrible to look at, so he thought: "The methods of the Heavenly Eye are too cruel."
Mou Rongtian came to Li Jiaoyue, took off the cloth from her mouth, untied her acupuncture points, took her hand, and said: "You must be very scared. This time, thanks to Tianmu and Senior Chen, we arrived in time, otherwise we would not have been able to escape." Bad luck, we have to thank them."
Mou Rongtian dragged Li Jiaoyue to Chen Zhenshi, both knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Senior Chen, for saving your life."
Chen Zhenshi said: "That's all, get up."
They wanted to salute Li Tianmu again, and Li Tianmu smiled and said: "Rongtian, between us brothers, I should save you. Do you still need to thank me? Isn't it a long way to go?"
Li Jiaoyue said: "Rongtian and Mr. Li are brothers. He does not need to salute, but the little girl must thank Mr. Li for saving his life."
Mou Rongtian blurted out: "He should have saved you, and you don't need to thank him."
Li Tianmu smiled and said: "I am not related to this Miss Li at all, and we have no old ties to each other. We met by chance. Why should I save her?"
Mou Rongtian wanted to say that Li Jiaoyue was your long-lost cousin, but before Li Zhengping died, he didn't want Li Jiaoyue to know his life experience, which would only cause trouble, so Mou Rongtian couldn't say it directly. He laughed and said: "Jiaoyue is my future." Your wife is your sister-in-law, shouldn’t you save her?”
"Ha..." Li Tianmu said with a smile, "In that case, it should be right. What, have you decided yet? What about Miss Luo? Has Uncle Mou agreed?"
Mou Rongtian said: "It's just that I have decided, but I haven't told my father yet. Regardless of whether he agrees or not, I will marry Jiaoyue this time." Then he asked: "Tianmu, where are you going?"
Li Tianmu said: "Qing'er misses his eldest brother, so he brought her to Beijing to see her eldest brother." He was embarrassed to tell the truth, but in fact, Li Tianmu came to Beijing this time to propose marriage to Dong Fuyu.
Chen Zhenshi had no intention of following them to the capital. The old man was very quiet and restless. The journey from Baiyun Mountain to the capital was filled with thousands of mountains and rivers. He had a headache just thinking about it.
But Dong Qing insisted on dragging her master with her, so that if her brother did not bless her marriage to Li Tianmu, she could ask her master to say a few good words.
Chen Maohong is very business-minded. He found several large banknotes from the dead Sanjue monk, which amounted to thousands taels. He wanted to take it as his own, and he was happy, but unexpectedly, his master Li Tianmu was killed.
When he found out, he snatched all the banknotes he got.
Li Tianmu sullenly waved the banknote in front of Chen Maohong and asked, "Maohong, tell me, what is going on with this banknote?"
Chen Maohong was startled at first, then smiled and said: "Master, please don't blame me, please listen to my disciple's explanation. The three extraordinary monks have done many evil things. Their banknotes are not from easy means, so we can't take them. But if the banknotes are allowed to stay with them,
, we don’t know who will eventually end up with these banknotes.
"The disciple thought that if the bank note fell into Xiao Xiao's hands and they were advantaged in vain, it would be better to leave it to the master. The master can use this money to relieve the poor people and benefit the people. I don't know whether the disciple's idea is right or not.
wrong?"
Li Tianmu narrowed his eyes, looked at Chen Maohong and said: "Maohong, if you really think so, Master will be so happy. Master is afraid that you will be greedy for small profits and take this ill-gotten wealth for yourself. If so, Master
I’m so disappointed in you.”
Chen Maohong said: "How could this happen to me? I really want to hand over the banknote to you, and I have not even thought about pocketing it for myself. Master, please believe me."
Li Tianmu smiled and said: "It seems that I am too worried about my teacher."
Chen Maohong said: "Master, what should we do with these three horses left by the evil monk?"
Li Tianmu thought to himself: "This Maohong is as greedy for money as his father, the rich man Chen Zhongshi. A gentleman should seek wealth in a right way, and I hope he will not go astray for money. He said a lot of things with great assurance, I believe
That's strange. Now that the banknote is in my hand, he has received nothing, and he must be unhappy. If these three horses are sold, he can get a lot of money, so I might as well let him deal with them."
So he said: "This horse belongs to you."
Chen Maohong was very happy. He knew that these three horses were worth at least five hundred taels of silver. This was not a small sum of money. How could he not be happy?
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