They all want to kill me

Chapter 159
The sound comes first.

Then a four-wheeled luxury mahogany carriage was slowly approached by two pitch-black horses.

There is a driver in the carriage.

The coachman was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat, and looked ordinary.

But the strong sense of oppression on his body made all the heroes in the road change.

"Grand Master Xiantian?!"

Among the crowd, there were some innate masters in disguise with solemn expressions.

They come from different forces. Although they don't like to see each other, their common goal is to stop Li Shuhong.

No, it should be said to delay as much as possible.

But this master with a bamboo hat is absolutely impossible to be the rumored No.1 in the world!
Isn't that the one who promised to be alone?
how could
Who is this innate master?

But even the coachman who drives the carriage is an innate master, so how strong is the one in the carriage? !

The carriage did not stop, but slowly passed by.

But none of the dozens of martial arts masters present dared to stop him.

Even if there are two innate masters lurking in it, they also dare not make a move.

As if the two luxurious carriages had not seen them, they drove away from the woods in the passage that the heroes subconsciously gave way to.

The sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and many people were relaxed and paralyzed to the ground.

"Cough cough."

And those two innate great masters knelt down and coughed up blood.

The spirit of the two of them has been tense just now, and the interaction of the vitality of heaven and earth is meticulous.

But when the carriage left at this moment, it was as if the spirit of the two of them had been emptied, and they were directly and severely injured.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the horror in the other's eyes.

Just now, the guy in the carriage didn't make a move at all.

The two of them were hurt by themselves.
Just because of this oppressive feeling that has not yet appeared, the two congenital masters were injured
They really didn't dare to stop them anymore.

He didn't even dare to say a word, he could only watch the carriage go away.

Everything they face today will probably be deeply imprinted in their minds.

Just like those who have met Li Shuhong in the past.

The carriage continued all the way north.

Li Shuhong in the car had no choice but to complain, "By the way, why do these people focus on a broken sword? As far as I know, magic weapons have no other uses except for durability and better transmission of the vitality of the world. There are Why don’t I know the secret? What treasure? Why don’t they come and grab my secret book.”

Strange to say.

Many people outside the world of scripts suspect that he has something to do with the No. [-] in the celestial list, but only Jin Wang came to grab the "Red Dust", as if the world is not interested in the secrets of the No. [-] in the celestial list.

Zhang Baishan, who was sitting in front of the car, took a sip of wine while controlling the direction of the horses with the vitality of heaven and earth, and then said: "What's the use of cheat books? Those who are too weak don't have the guts to die. If necessary, one must go out of one's own way innately, and no one will come to snatch the secret books of exercises."

Zhang Baishan took another sip of wine before continuing to explain, "The great masters of Xiantian have almost comprehended their own Dao Xin, so the cheat book is just laying the foundation. Of course, the acquired Dzogchen is also enough to establish a sect and dominate one side. But the reason why the great masters of innate are called "grandmaster" is that almost all innates need to seek breakthroughs by themselves, otherwise, even if they can be forced to be innate, the final achievement will stop here, and they will always be able to live in the shadow of their predecessors Next. This kind of person is only worthy of being called a congenital master, not a congenital grand master."

Li Shuhong roughly understood.

No wonder other people are not interested in secret books and magic arts. Those who are interested are those who are self-aware and don't seek death, and those who are capable don't need it.

Tsk, no wonder the magic weapon is valued more.

A magic weapon that suits you is much more tempting to the innate grand master than other ones.

Li Shuhong became interested, "Old Zhang, what is your Dao heart?"

"Only by being extremely affectionate can one be extremely Taoist. Laozi's Taoist heart is family affection. I originally planned to go with my daughter-in-law when she passed away in dystocia, but my daughter is still alive. Before everything is well for her in the future, I can't die now."

Zhang Baishan didn't want to talk about his own affairs. Instead, he asked the question that many people were curious about, "What is your Dao heart? Many people in Jianghu have guessed."

"Oh? Tell me." Li Shuhong was quite interested. How do others see him in this script world?

"Some people think that your Dao heart is a sword, that is, everything in the world is a sword. Some people guess that your Dao heart is 'wu', because you are too strong, so your own way is to pursue the concept of 'wu'. Some even I think your heart is the way of heaven."

Zhang Baishan was quite curious, "So what exactly is your Dao Heart?"

"Um"

Li Shuhong couldn't speak.

His Dao heart is "black, long and straight", and he can't say it.

"That kind of thing is not important at all." Li Shuhong talked about him from left to right, "By the way, why do you wear a bamboo hat?"

Zhang Baishan blurted out, "Shame."

Think of him as a majestic innate master, but he wants to be a coachman for others!
Although he was working as a coachman for that exiled immortal, he was indeed a bit of a loser.

He hurriedly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, why can't you say it? Are you afraid that I will find your weakness?"

Li Shuhong was silent for a moment, then quietly said: "Shame."

Zhang Baishan: "."

hiss--!
He is even more curious!
The rumored banished immortal, the real No.1 in the world!
What is his Dao heart that he described as "I don't want to talk about it because I want to lose face"?
Zhang Baishan felt that he understood.

There are many great masters in Jianghu who have a hard way to express their Taoism.

Because Dao Xin represents the realization of a person's deepest desire or obsession.

In short, both of them fell into embarrassment.

Zhang Baishan didn't say any more, lest this guy would get angry and really kill him.

However, after spending the past few days together, he discovered that this exiled immortal was not like the celestial man who played games in the world without eating fireworks as the cold-faced Taoist said.

This Qingshan swordsman clearly has the emotions and desires of a normal mortal, and is even more down-to-earth than a martial arts master.

At the very least, a person who is dedicated to martial arts will not secretly look at a beautiful girl on the street.

But this guy will.

Forget it, those things are not something he is qualified to take care of as a loose man.

He just wanted to let his daughter live a good life.

The carriage is drifting away.

In the capital city, in the backyard of Penglai Inn, Cangsongzi and his party rested here.

This Penglai Inn is actually the residence of Qianmen in the capital.

Cang Songzi frowned, "He has a smooth journey, and he is about to reach the capital. The court's straw rice buckets really can't stop him at all? What do you eat at Taiping Academy?"

The scholar calmly sipped his tea, "Come on, there are Taoist priests from your Taoist sect to stop you, but no one saw you and peed your pants in fright. Fortunately, it wasn't a great innate master, otherwise you might as well wipe your neck and kill yourself."

"Amitabha, there is no need for you two to quarrel." Liao Yin clasped his hands together, "The Buddhist sect has sent eight monks to discuss the Tao with him. It must be able to block some time. I hope the court will show its flaws soon."

Since you can't stop it by force, let's try it with faith.

Cang Songzi said in a deep voice, "That's what I have to do."

Looking at the eight bald heads shining brightly in the sun, Zhang Baishan couldn't help squinting his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What should we do? There are eight monks from the innate realm blocking the way."

Li Shuhong said indifferently: "It's trash, even a few monks can't beat it."

"Nonsense, those are eight innate great masters. But only Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism can invite so many innate great masters at once." Zhang Baishan didn't bother to complain, and he discovered one more thing, this **** banged fairy has a small heart , isn't it just that I offended him a little before, but in the end I kept using cold words and violence against myself.

This also makes him look more like a real person.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please get out of the carriage."

Hearing the peaceful words of the white-bearded old monk who took the lead, Li Shuhong sighed, opened the curtain of the car and walked out.

After that, he was almost blinded by the eight dazzling bald heads.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes and asked:
".So what do you want to tell me?"

(End of this chapter)