Looking at the back of the goshawk rising from the ground, flapping its wings as fast as a shooting star, Lin Daoren felt a little relieved.
He didn't believe what Yang Yu said about capturing Nie Longtian.
It is unprecedented in ancient times and modern times to counterattack the Martial Saint as a great master, as powerful as Zhang Xuanba. However, it was only because of the situation of the great army that he managed to do this.
Naturally, he looked down upon Nie Longtian, but after all, he was a practicing martial saint. He just took shortcuts and had a weak will.
But he is still a Martial Saint.
However, with this goshawk and his archery skills, he can advance and retreat freely.
"It's good to suffer some losses..."
This is what Lin Daoren thought.
He was practicing martial arts halfway, but he already had such practice at a young age. Yang Yu's talent made him moved.
But on this journey, he went too fast and too smoothly, and suffered some losses, which may not be a bad thing...
While his mind was spinning, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard the whispers of passers-by in the distance.
"The two-edged sword of Goshawk Xuanfu, that person, that person couldn't be King Yang of the Northwest, right?"
"King Yang! I heard that a few days ago, outside the Lanshan Pass, the Dark Moon Dharma King of Dali Tianlun Temple was defeated and suppressed by him!"
"I heard that Prince Zhao traveled a hundred thousand miles to go beyond the Great Wall just to accept him as his disciple..."
"No wonder the murderer fled. He was probably frightened by King Yang's power..."
…
"Um?!"
Hearing all these discussions, Taoist Lin paused slightly and frowned:
"He suppressed the Dark Moon King?!"
…
…
Huhu~
In the night breeze, Tianlang Pass was completely deserted both inside and outside, with white cloth hanging in front of every house, and desolation and loneliness filled the entire city gate.
In front of the city tower, Wei Zheng sat on the ground with two or three side dishes and drank alone.
At this moment, it is still midsummer in the Central Plains, but outside the Pass, autumn seems to have arrived. The night wind is blowing slowly, blowing off the yellowing leaves.
"General, it's late at night, let's go back."
At some point, Yu Liang came to the city wall, looked at Wei Zhengxian with a desolate expression, and sighed in his heart.
The death of King Zhao of Xifu was truly earth-shattering.
Not only the government and the public were boiling, but the storm was surging outside the Great Wall. The heart of our own great general was also shaken.
"Old friends are dying one after another, just like leaves falling in the wind..."
Reaching out to take the yellow leaves blown by the wind, Wei Zhengxian looked slightly dazed:
"Mr. Yu, where do you think I should go?"
"General, why do you need to ask me?"
Yu Liang also sat on the ground with him and poured him a glass of wine:
"Wherever you go, I will go."
"For a certain time, Wei really didn't know where to go..."
Wei Zhengxian murmured to himself:
"I don't really have any ambitions. I just want to lead a group of brothers to survive, but now it seems that it will be difficult..."
Yu Liang poured him another glass of wine, and his voice was a little louder:
"The government and the public are in such turmoil that no one can shake your position. Even if you don't save Emperor Qianheng, what can Li Yan do?
Does he dare to put you in jail? Or does he dare to stop the army’s food and salary?!"
Holding the wine glass, Wei Zhengxian was silent.
"You are keeping this barrier because of your promise to Prince Zhao. What does it have to do with that emperor? In recent years, the imperial court has oppressed us too much. We are owed food and salary again and again. However, Emperor Qianheng's Taoist palace has become more and more numerous.
, getting more and more prosperous!”
Yu Liang picked up the glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. The spicy taste surged up like fire:
"It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it only lasts for a while. If he doesn't keep it, he wants us to fight tooth and nail. How can there be such a truth in the world?!"
Tap tap tap~
While the two were talking, a series of footsteps sounded on the city wall. A group of soldiers guarding the city gathered one after another. In the distance, warning smoke floated.
"Fan Ruyi is here!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Liang's heart beat wildly. Seeing that Wei Zhengxian was still silent, he couldn't help but raise his voice:
"General!"
Looking at the soldiers on the top of the city, feeling the unshakable will from far and near, as majestic as a mountain, Wei Zheng first crushed the wine glass with a 'click' sound.
"Let him go!"
…
There are more than 100,000 elite soldiers in Tianlang Pass, including Wei Zhengxian, the head of the Three Great Masters of Long Yuan, who was praised by Zhang Xuanba as a martial saint.
But Fan Ruyi still came out of seclusion calmly.
Surprising, but not surprising.
"Poor, pathetic."
The monk's robe could barely cover his body. When Fanru looked at Emperor Qianheng, he couldn't help but feel a bit of compassion:
"You are also considered the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the Lord of the Central Plains, a very noble and noble person. How come you don't even have many people who will fight to the death for you?"
Behind him is Xiongguan Tianlang, and in his hand is the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.
Fan Ruyi's voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough to be heard clearly by everyone inside and outside Xiongguan.
In front of the city tower, Wei Zhengxian clutched the wine glass tightly, his closed eyelids could not help but tremble, but he remained silent in the end.
"Able to bend and stretch, General Wei is worthy of being a man."
After stopping for a long time, Fanruyi gave a slight compliment and walked away.
Along the way, he passed through various passes and cities and saw hundreds of thousands of swordsmen. Except for Xuan Jia, there was almost no one to stop him.
"Pity……"
Feeling the aura behind him that was approaching the threshold of the Martial Saint, Fanru turned his mind around, but no longer cared about it.
His steps were fast and his direction was absolutely certain.
After walking for more than ten days and nights, he saw a military tent stretching for many miles in a deserted forest. In it, he felt...
"The Emperor's Purple Qi..."
Fanru's eyes narrowed slightly.
The old Black Mountain demon, who was wearing red armor and looked like a young man, had already arrived in front of him. The two stood hundreds of feet apart, calm and fearful of each other.
"Long time no see, Brother Heishan."
Fan Ruyi stopped moving forward.
"Linghui is damaged?"
Glancing at Emperor Qianheng who was like a puddle of mud, the old Black Mountain demon frowned slightly:
"Without Zhang Xuanba and Mu Qingliu blocking the way, you haven't accomplished all the work? Jiang Wuyang won't have the guts to stop you, will he?"
"Something went wrong."
Fan Ruyi did not speak directly, but said lightly:
"It has been agreed that this person will be converted by Lao Na. As for the purple energy of the emperor in his body, Brother Taoist just needs to hand over the 'Handwritten Book of Bodhidharma' and he can take it for himself."
"With the achievements you and I have made today, even if Bodhidharma is resurrected and lives in a slovenly state, it will not be considered a threat. It is just a handwritten note. It is useless for me to keep it, and it will be nothing if I give it to you. It's just..."
The old demon's eyes flashed:
"I am very curious about what is there in the illusion of Bodhidharma that can help you get out of the mountain. I will go in at any cost..."
"This seems to have nothing to do with our transaction."
Fan Ruyi lowered his eyelids:
"Or are you saying that Brother Tao wants to break his promise?"
Phew~
Silently, there seemed to be a cold current coming. Where the two of them were, the air currents within a radius of ten miles seemed to be frozen in mid-air.
"It's not enough to break the promise. Since you don't want to say it, then it's up to you."
The old demon lowered his eyes:
"It's just that when you entered the barrier before, Mu Qingliu had no time to clone himself. If you enter the barrier again, he may not allow you to come and go freely..."
After taking the thin volume of handwriting and leaving Emperor Qianheng behind, Fanru was silent for a moment, turned around, and walked towards the pass again:
"He is not Zhang Xuanba."
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…
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and dawn has not yet arrived.
Under the night, Pingdu Mountain, which stretches for thousands of miles, is like an ancient giant beast, lying at the junction of Qingzhou and Baizhou.
In the darkness, there are many lights in the mountains and forests.
Wow!
Six copper coins fell to the ground from the pale golden turtle shell.
"It doesn't work, it still doesn't work..."
Under the flickering light, Taoist Yun had sweat on his forehead and was breathing rapidly:
"The old Taoist has already said that this fairyland will only appear once every four hundred years. These monks must not believe it..."
"No, can't it?"
Mu Shaoyou's heart also trembled.
"It can't happen, it can't happen!"
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other with a rather melancholy look.
The news of Bodhidharma's birth in the illusory realm has spread throughout the world over the years, attracting countless martial artists with good deeds.
Of course, more of them are still monks.
Lanke Temple, Wuliang Sect, Fulong Temple, Dachan Temple... God knows how many Buddhist masters gathered under Pingdu Mountain.
They have been 'invited' here for five or six years, and many other people who entered the illusion of Bodhidharma with them have also been 'invited' here.
"These bald donkeys bully the weak and fear the strong!"
Mu Shaoyou gritted his teeth:
"What kind of famous and upright sect, what kind of great master of Buddhism, just deceiving me that there is no one in Shuiyun Temple! If you are so persistent, why don't you go and invite King Yang?"
Aren’t you afraid?!”
"Shut up!"
This sound scared Taoist Yun to the point of urinating. He covered his disciple's mouth, but it was still too late.
Outside the door, a Buddha's call came.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
Several old monks walked slowly out of the forest.
"Don't be surprised, great Zen master, but the young disciple is also unscrupulous in what he says..."
Seeing several old monks, the faces of the two masters and disciples instantly turned pale.
"I don't blame the little Taoist priest, he is also rude and rude. No matter who is trapped in one place for five or six years, there will always be resentment in his heart..."
Xu Jing clasped his hands together and bowed to apologize:
"Old monks don't know how to understand people. In fact, it's about Grandmaster Bodhidharma, and the monks' emotions are too intense..."
"You're welcome, Great Zen Master..."
Seeing the Grand Master salute, the two masters and disciples felt flattered, their resentment dissipated a little, and they hurriedly helped him.
"We in the Great Toad Temple are not bullies who are afraid of the strong. In fact, it is really difficult to recruit King Yang..."
The old monk Xujing sighed.
The two old monks behind him were speechless.
I haven't invited this person before. I really can't beat him...
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the forest, and several people's eyes were immediately attracted towards it. They saw six copper plates on the dirt floor glowing, pointing towards the depths of the mountain forest.
"Illusion, the illusion is open?!"
Taoist Yun was confused.
The time for the fairyland to open will be shortened as the weather changes, but it won't be shortened to this extent, right?
"Um?!"
The old monk Xujing was about to go forward when suddenly his body trembled and he turned around in shock.
boom!
The earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and thunderous explosions were heard over the mountains and forests.
A figure surged like it crashed through the forest, its anger rose like clouds, and inside, it was roaring with great rage:
"Taoist Lin, you have gone too far!"
boom!
Like a meteor coming from the north, a golden light penetrates the night. In the night wind, accompanied by the roar of the Qianlong Divine Bow, a sneer follows: