Chapter 75: The Great National Teacher Wanyan Invincible
On a small hillside in Lanzhou City, there is a small stone pavilion. The small stone pavilion is covered with snow. Under the eaves and corner tiles of the small stone pavilion, crystal clear ice edges hang upside down, like sharp swords.
Standing upside down. Outside the stone pavilion are small green pines, which have long been covered by the thick snow. Occasionally, the cold wind blows, and the green pines sway and the snow slides off, revealing the mottled emerald green pine needles.
In the vast snow, the fields are pale, proud green pines, deserted paths, and simple stone pavilions, all of which form a beautiful ink painting.
In the stone pavilion, the green smoke is rising, and the faint fragrance of tea is so pleasant and refreshing. On a small rough stone bench, the fire has been lit, and what is boiling on it is a porcelain pot. The pot is boiling
There are pieces of green tea leaves.
The old man with a sly look was holding a dead branch and pounding the fine red charcoal in the small stove. From time to time, the red charcoal emitted streams of green smoke. The streams of green smoke went straight towards the old man's nostrils.
It made the old man cough for a while, and his face was covered with black dust like a tabby cat.
"Are you okay? Old monk, I feel comfortable all over when I smell the fragrance of tea. Hurry up and serve the tea quickly."
Next to the old man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes was a skinny old monk. Smelling the refreshing fragrance of tea, he urged the old man again and again.
"You damn monk, why are you in a hurry? It's still a while later." The old man was very impatient with the old monk's urging. While pounding the charcoal in the stove with a dead branch, he greedily inhaled the fragrance of the strong tea.
He breathed the green smoke of the charcoal fire into his nostrils, causing another violent cough.
The tea has been boiled, and there are two exquisite small porcelain cups placed on the rough stone table.
The sinister-looking old man waved his sleeve, and the porcelain pot was already in his hand. A stream of emerald green steaming strong tea tilted out from the porcelain pot and poured straight into one of the porcelain cups. The aroma of tea suddenly overflowed.
, the crisp sound of tea pouring into the jade plate like pearls sounded in the small porcelain, but not a drop of tea splashed out.
"Damn monk, don't worry, that kid will go in alone." The stern-looking old man raised his small porcelain cup and took a sip of tea. He closed his eyes as if he was enjoying the refreshing taste of the tea.
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"You're a thief old man, you're just drinking tea, why don't you act like this, pretending to be elegant?"
The old monk did not answer the old man's words. Instead, seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but joke.
"What do you know? Go away and recite your Buddhist scriptures and enjoy yourself like this, do you understand?"
The old man rolled his eyes at the old monk and said, "You really aren't worried about that kid."
"What's the point of worrying? If it weren't for you, an old thief, who offended people you shouldn't offend, would I, monk, have to be here blowing the old north wind and suffering such a punishment? What if I went to the Zhong family's house?
In the martial arts center, you will immediately become a guest, and you will be entertained with good wine and good food."
The old monk's eyes showed an unhappy look, and he scolded the old man unceremoniously.
"Why did I offend him? It was obviously that guy who found me. I really don't understand why, instead of serving as his national counselor in Khitan, I have to come here to wade in this muddy water, making him think that I stole something.
That jade pendant from the Zhong family. I couldn’t fight it again and again, and I couldn’t escape it again and again, so I had to let you, a dead monk, go into the water.”
When the old man heard this, he immediately jumped up and shouted to defend himself. His tone was fierce and high-spirited, but it also gave off an aura of helplessness and decadence.
"What about you? You have to come to Lanzhou if you don't want to stay. Now you deserve to be misunderstood by others."
The old monk rolled his eyes and said angrily. Unknowingly, he realized that the tea cup in his hand was already dry, and asked the sly old man to fill up a cup.
The old man murmured, although he was a little reluctant, but he still poured the old monk another cup of tea.
At this time, a strong aura suddenly emerged from all around, and the remaining snow around the stone pavilion was suddenly rolled up and turned into snowflakes flying all over the sky. More and more snowflakes were flying, like crystal snow fairies descending from the sky.
It turned into a beautiful picture.
When the old monk and the old man saw this, their expressions were solemn, and the teacups they raised froze in mid-air.
A gust of breeze hit, and the flying snowflakes suddenly stopped and froze in the air, like a powerful force that controlled the remaining snow from falling.
A tall and straight body suddenly appeared in the stone pavilion. The man stood with his hands behind his back, standing opposite the old monk and the old man.
I saw that man wearing a long white fur robe, with a pair of star-like eyes embedded in his perfect and delicate face like a sculpture. The man's face was beardless, and his true age could not be seen from his delicate and flawless face. Then
The person's slender and straight figure, with a posture like Yuanzhi Yueting, gives people an invisible pressure.
The man stood in the stone pavilion. Although he was very close, he gave the two old monks a very distant feeling.
When they saw the man's face clearly, the two of them looked stern and exclaimed at the same time: "Wanyan is invincible."
This person was none other than Wanyan, the Great Master of Khitan, looking at the two old monks with a faint smile. He stretched out his slender palm, and the porcelain pot that was boiling on the stove seemed to be attracted by an attraction.
The palm slowly flew away.
"Yes, yes, a fine celadon teapot. You two are so elegant." On the palm of Wanyan Wudi's hand was the porcelain pot with tea boiling, but the porcelain pot was only one foot above his palm.
There was a pause in the distance.
"Grand Imperial Master Wanyan, you are well." The old man with sinister features spoke first. He said hello to Wanyan Wudi, with a hint of helpless fear in his tone.
"Master Ku Yi is here too."
Wanyan Wudi did not reply to the old man's words, but turned his gaze to the old monk. He tossed the porcelain pot again, and the porcelain pot slowly landed on the small stove with blazing coals.
Seeing that Wanyan Wudi ignored him, the old man smiled sarcastically and said nothing.
The old monk muttered the Buddha's name in a low voice and said, "The Great Master is here well. It seems that the Great Master's cultivation has reached a higher level. Has he reached that level?"
"Master is ridiculous. It's so easy to reach that point. I don't know why Master is here. Do you want to stand up for this teacher?"
Wanyan Wudi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked Kun Yi.
"Wan Yan Wudi, don't go too far. My name is Shiying Gong, not a teacher."
When the old man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes who claimed to be Master Yinggong heard the other party calling him that, he immediately jumped up and shouted.
But Wanyan Wudi still ignored his existence, his eyes were shining, and he was still looking at the old monk Kuyi.
"Amitabha, the Grand Master's words are serious. I am not standing up for this Master. I just want to tell the Grand Master that the jade pendant of the Zhong family was not stolen by this Master."
The old monk lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together and said to Wanyan Wudi, looking solemn like a treasure.
"Oh, my master can believe that he is not the person who stole the jade just based on the words of the master. That would be too rash." Wanyan Wudi didn't seem to believe what the old monk Ku Yi said.
Taking a step forward, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted from his body and locked the two of them.
When Shi Yinggong saw this, his face was horrified, and he suddenly appeared behind the old monk Ku Yi. A pair of evil eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but stare at Wan Yan Wudi's body.
But the old monk looked calm and calm, still looking like a solemn statue of an eminent monk. He whispered the Buddha's name and said: "Since the master does not believe in me, there is nothing I can do, but it is the fact."
"Huh, if my master says he stole it, then he stole it. We will find out after our master searches it."
Wanyan Wudi took a big step, and a pair of slender palms suddenly grabbed Master Yinggong.
There was a loud "boom",
The old monk Ku kept swinging his wide sleeves, blocking the invincible palms. The energy aroused by both sides splashed out like an explosion, straight to the rough stone bench and table.
It rolled a few times before stopping. The burning stove, the teapot, and the teacup had already fallen onto the ground made of bluestone.
The porcelain pot and cups were also smashed to pieces. There were a few pieces of red charcoal rolling on the ground. Green smoke billowed upwards from the splashing tea. In a moment, they turned into a pile of black residue.
A few sporadic sparks were shining tenaciously.
"Master is going to protect this master today. My master hasn't made a move for a long time. Today I want to see the master's 'Great Brahma Tathagata Kung Fu'. I hope you won't disappoint my master."
Wanyan Wudi's palms immediately changed and struck directly at Kun Yi. Strong winds surged towards the opponent like spears, and the surrounding air suddenly seemed to be drained and attacked the old monk's whole body.
Shi Yinggong didn't care to cherish his cherished tea set. He hurriedly stepped out of the stone pavilion and then stood in danger. His eyes showed solemn eyes and stared at the two figures who were constantly intertwined.
people.
The old monk waved his loose tattered cassock, and at the same time exposed his skinny claws. The claws turned into palms and went straight towards Wanyan's invincible palms.
Several dull sounds sounded.
However, he saw a burst of breath in the stone pavilion, and the four palms struck each other forcefully. The energy of the collision was stronger and stronger, and the stone table and bench flew up and fell into the stone pavilion.
outside.
A "click" sound,
The pillars between the stone pavilions suddenly cracked, and dense cracks spiraled up. The whole stone pavilion shook slightly. It slowly became trembling, and the snow on the top of the pavilion fell from the cracks on the top.
It was like a heavy snow falling in the pavilion, and the remaining snow kept flying and circling in the pavilion.
The old monk swayed slightly and hurriedly took a few steps back until he stopped at the edge of the stone pavilion.
Wanyan Wudi, on the other hand, had a calm demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back, his fine eyes resting on the opponent's body.
At this moment, snowflakes were flying everywhere in the stone pavilion, but it was as if a protective air shield had been placed on his body, blocking the remaining snow three feet away from him.
"Boom"
All the pillars in the stone pavilion were cracked and could no longer bear the weight of the stone pavilion. The whole stone pavilion collapsed suddenly, causing a burst of residual snow to fly around, and a lot of the residual snow turned into the vast white mist.
Steam filled the surroundings of the fallen stone pavilion.
The old monk swayed and flew out the moment the stone pavilion collapsed, landing next to the evil-looking Master Yinggong.
However, Wanyan Wudi did not see any movement from him, as if he had broken the shackles of this space. When Shiting fell, he had not yet seen him come out of the ruins, but in the blink of an eye, he found that he was already leaving the old monk.
The man was not far away, still standing with his hands behind his hands, but his body was spotless, looking at the two old monks with a smile on his face.
This scene made the old monk and Master Yinggong feel numb all over. This is Wanyan Invincible, the great Khitan master, rising like a god in Khitan. At this time, he didn't even use his weapons, but he reached such an astonishing level.
Cultivation.
"Master, it's a good plan, but it's a pity that it still failed." Wanyan Wudi had a playful smile on his face.
After hearing this, the old monk looked stunned for a moment with doubtful eyes in his eyes. He turned around and looked at Master Yinggong beside him. The old man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes blushed and said with a sly smile: "It doesn't matter.
What happened to Master was done by your thief grandpa."
"Huh, Master, I think you are still a traitor. Considering that Master Ku Yi is a highly qualified monk, he certainly won't do such despicable means."
Wanyan Wudi's face darkened and he said to Master Yinggong opposite.
"Do you still want to prove it, Grand Master?"
If the old monk had any comments on Shi Yinggong's actions, he turned to Wanyan Wudi and said.
"Forget it, this old thief has a master as his guarantor, and my master doesn't care. However, my master still has to go to the Zhongjia Martial Arts Center for some training. I hope to go there with the master in two days. I don't know what the master wants." Finished.
Yan Wudi said calmly.
"Amitabha, since the Great Master invites you, I will definitely sacrifice my life to accompany you." The old monk clasped his hands together and said.
"Okay, in that case, let's see you at the Zhongjia Wu Dojo and say goodbye."
After Wanyan Wudi finished speaking, he turned around and left. His figure immediately disappeared into the vast snow and disappeared in a moment.
"The master is so powerful, he defeated the Khitan master in one go."
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"The master's magical skills are unparalleled, and he beat that Wanyan invincible to a state of disgrace."
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"The master is extremely brave. I am so impressed by the old thief."
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Suddenly, a scream resounded throughout the world, echoing in the snowy field.