That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 114 Zhang Longwang Returns to the Sick Tiger

Xu Beiyou struggled to raise his head, only to see that the foot that the colorless monk had raised could not move forward, and his face showed a look of shock and anger.

A middle-aged monk came to Xu Beiyou's back and said plainly, "Do you recognize me?"

Master Wushi's face was serious, he raised his eyebrows after hearing the words, and asked: "Looking at your attire, you seem to be a member of the Buddhist sect. I don't know which hall or courtyard you are from?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk comes from the Eight Tribes."

Xu Beiyou recognized the identity of the owner of the voice at this moment, but this reunion scene was somewhat unexpected.

Master Wuhui took a deep breath, knowing that today would not be a good day, he said no more, stretched out his five fingers, and slammed a big palm with all his strength, spreading a palm-shaped ripple in the sky, hitting the middle-aged man Monk's head.

The middle-aged monk with green stubble on his head looked calm, stretched out a hand, and gently grasped the rippling palm of his vitality. With five fingers, he held the big mudra invisible, like The childish boy reached out to hit him, but was grabbed by the young man.

The colorless master's face was gloomy, the energy in his body was surging, and he took another deep breath, ready to make another big handprint to test the person's reality, but when he raised his hand again, the middle-aged monk couldn't bear to continue pestering him Going down, he punched out straight and straight, hitting the colorless master with peach blossoms all over his face, blood splashed everywhere, the whole person staggered back a few steps, and the sea of ​​​​qi was extremely chaotic.

Xu Beiyou was stunned. Zhang Wubing was indeed a master in the world who could treat his master on an equal footing. Relying on the strength of Tianlan and Quexie's two swords, he still couldn't do anything to the golden body of Master Wuise. In front of the disease, it was like paper, and it was broken into pieces with just one punch.

Master Wuhui covered his face, blood flowed from between his five fingers, and asked in a muffled voice: "Dare to ask your name?" After the middle-aged monk closed his fist, he said softly: "Xia Zhang Wubing, who was once a member of the eight tribes of Buddhism Dragon King."

Master Wuhui almost staggered again in fright, Dragon King Zhang Wubing?Zhang Wubing, who ranks among the top three among the eight tribes?Although there are recent rumors that Zhang Wubing was deposed as the Dragon King by the presiding monk of Buddhism, but regardless of his status as the Dragon King of the eight tribes of Buddhism, he is also Zhang Wubing, the sick tiger of the court!
Master Wuhui lowered his head, no longer the arrogance and self-satisfaction he had before, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "I don't know if it was Senior Zhang who came here, and this junior has offended me so much, I hope that senior will forgive me this time. "

Xu Beiyou leaned on the sword with both hands and struggled to get up, weakly said: "I have seen Senior Zhang."

Zhang Wubing waved his hand and said, "Just call me Zhang Wubing."

Master Wuhui is not a stupid person. At this time, his thoughts changed suddenly, and he suddenly had a heart. This young man claimed to be a disciple of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall. Moreover, he could also recognize a character like Zhang Wubing, who also carried a sword box, who else could he be if he wasn't the Young Master of the Sword Sect? !
Who would have thought that what he said casually earlier was that a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse, and that the young master of the Sword Sect who could not be found in the Town Demon Palace was right under his nose? !

But having said that, who would have thought that a young master of Jianzong with an extraordinary status would come here to fight himself desperately for a little girl?

Then Master Wushi's heart sank. The grievances and resentments between the two mountains of Daomen and Jianzong have lasted for thousands of years, and the hatred is as deep as the sea. A big guy like Murong Xuanyin can make waves in this sea, but he This kind of casual cultivator who does not rely on a backer must not be mixed in. Once involved, it will be a dead end without a place to die.

Thinking of what Zhang Wubing said just now, Master Wuhui suddenly felt a chill rise from his back, and his scalp exploded.

He raised his head suddenly, just in time to see the expressionless Zhang Wubing, looking down at him from above.

Master Wuhui wanted to speak, but he felt that his whole body was enveloped by endless energy, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Zhang Wubing said in a cold tone: "I didn't want to commit more crimes, but now that I have left Buddhism, I don't have to abide by the precepts. I blame you for being too active. If you see Xu Beiyou's identity, you have to kill him, and you have to kill him." .”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wubing slapped his head with a slap. Master Wuhui had been punched by Zhang Wubing before and his golden body was smashed. Naturally, he was powerless to resist this slap at this moment. Bright red blood spewed out from all the holes, and the bones creaked chaotically.

Zhang Wubing withdrew his palm, Master Wuhui still stood up and did not fall down.

With a rustle, a cloud of dust flew up, and in an instant, the colorless master turned into flying ash and disappeared with the wind.

At the same time, Xu Beiyou had time to breathe, put his sword back into the sword box, and his complexion gradually improved, his complexion turned from black to lavender, then from lavender to deep blue, and finally turned pale.

Zhang Wubing said softly: "Meng Lanxiang Enzhao, Zhang has left Buddhism and will return to the court in a few days, but before that, I have to settle some old matters. I met Murong Xuanyin a few days ago, Only then did I know your current situation. I wanted to go to the northwest to look for you, but I had no face to meet my benefactor Han Gongwenbi, so I have been staying in Yanzhou and Qizhou. In addition, I met you in Qizhou and passed by Your Royal Highness, after your Highness knows my purpose here, let me pass on a word to you."

Xu Beiyou's face was a little strange, he hesitated and said, "Please tell me."

Zhang Wubing patted Xu Beiyou's shoulder to help him calm down the disordered energy in his body, and said: "His Royal Highness said that she is waiting for you in the south of the Yangtze River, and asked you to see her earlier."

Xu Beiyou smiled wryly and said: "Suppressing Demon Palace has set up a big net to go to the south of the Yangtze River. It's easy to say."

Zhang Wubing said: "Chen Ye knows that your foundation is shallow, and if you want to control the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall left by Gongsun Zhongmou, you must rely on Zhang Xueyao, the elder of the Sword Sect, so cast this net, Shou Jiang will wait for you. Speaking of this, thanks to Mr. Han, he knew that I would not go to see him, so he sent me a letter through an old friend in advance, in which he explained your general route, so that I was able to meet him in the first place. Time to find you."

Xu Beiyou sighed and said, "Congratulations on your return to official career. I wonder when you will take up your post?"

The master who is about to change from a Buddhist dragon king to an imperial court sick tiger said with a smile: "No hurry, first conclude the agreement between you and me in the south of the Yangtze River, and then the hair will grow almost, and then go to meet Lan Xianghe." Your Majesty, when everything is in order, it will probably be the end of the year."

Xu Beiyou asked again: "You want to go to Jiangnan with me?"

Zhang Wubing shook his head and said: "Theoretically speaking, I should have walked with you, but I still have some grievances with Buddhism, so I can only send you to Qizhou, and you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself. "

Xu Beiyou, who had originally planned to go alone, was not disappointed, but nodded calmly.Just as he was about to continue to adjust the wound in his body, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming here, and hurriedly picked up the sword box and walked towards the hall.

When they came to the hall, several women were still in a coma, but Lin Jinxiu was nowhere to be seen. They bypassed the Buddha statue and entered the apse. There was a Jinxiu bed, and Lin Jinxiu collapsed on it. With a big cloak, he couldn't move an inch, he could only open his eyes wide and weep silently.

After seeing Xu Beiyou, although his appearance was different from before, his clothes and posture remained the same. Lin Jinxiu's face suddenly brightened, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

After Xu Beiyou approached, he found that Lin Jinxiu opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was inaudible, and the mouth shape should be the word "Old Xu".

For some reason, Xu Beiyou suddenly felt unexplained sadness in his heart. He reached out to help her wipe away the tears on her face. It was cold, and smiled reluctantly: "Don't cry, it's all over."

Lin Jinxiu finally stopped her tears. After being frightened earlier, her small face was snow-white, which matched the pale Xu Beiyou very well. She said in a weak voice, "Old Xu..."

At this time Zhang Wubing also followed Xu Beiyou into the inner hall and walked to Lin Jinxiu's side.After seeing the monk Zhang Wubing, Lin Jinxiu showed panic again, Xu Beiyou hurriedly comforted her and said, "This is an eminent monk from the Buddhist sect of Central Earth, not a foreign monk, that obscene monk was beaten to death by the great monk. "

Lin Jinxiu's expression softened slightly.

Zhang Wubing didn't say much, he stretched out his hand to inhale the gentle qi of the Buddhist school for Lin Jinxiu, breaking the shackles of the qi left in Lin Jinxiu's body by Master Wuhue, and saw that her face gradually calmed down, her hands and feet were no longer stiff, The whole person gradually returned to normal.

Lin Jinxiu felt warm all over, and couldn't help but relax, a huge tiredness came to her heart, subconsciously grabbed Xu Beiyou's hand, and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)