The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 849
Not long after the man in red left in shock, the small farmhouse remembered the sound of knocking on the door. The old man on the wicker chair was a little impatient, clutching his cattail fan and yawning. said the child,

"Da Bao, Er Bao, go and open the door."

The two children responded crisply and went to the door to open it together, only to find that it was not a familiar neighbor, but a man in strange clothes with a naked head.

"Weird, who are you looking for?"

The small village is closed, and the children are young and ignorant. Naturally, they don't know that this is a monk, so they call him a weirdo.

Tong Yan Wuji, the great monk didn't take it seriously, instead he smiled and touched the two children's small heads that were stretched to the sky, and said gently, "The monk is here to find your grandpa."

This monk has big ears, bulging cheeks, and turned up nostrils. His appearance is really not good-looking, but his temperament is gentle and kind, which brings a sense of intimacy.

However, this is just an appearance. If the man in red who had just escaped saw this man's current appearance, his jaw would drop in shock.

Is this still the most brutal, bloodthirsty, and most inhuman executioner of the Kuhai lineage?I'm afraid that someone disguised himself and pretended to be it.

"Hey, monk, take your hands away quickly. It would not be beautiful to ruin my two good grandchildren with such a heavy murderous nature. I have endured it many times, old man. Don't touch your nose and face, give it to me." Shameless face."

Seeing the monk actually put a pair of plump white hands on the heads of the two children, the old man was a little uneasy. Although his martial arts were so strong that he had reached the state of being unpredictable, it was impossible to kill them before the other party attacked. over him.

"Senior, don't worry, this little monk came here without any malice, but to convey a message to senior by the order of my suzerain."

The monk loves to kill all his life, he loves to kill, and he regards killing as his way. He has cultivated to the state of Yuanshen Dacheng through diligence. Looking at the bitter sea, it is also a proper top-level combat power, which is by no means ordinary.

If another person talked to him like this, he would definitely not waste a little saliva and directly kill the other person to calm his boiling murderous intent, but there are always exceptions.

Dao Qianqiu, the famous swordsman of Kangzhou for a long time, is also the head of the sword. When he was young, he was born with three swords at the waist and slashed the demon sword and demon lineage. His combat power is fierce and extraordinary.

The hero doesn't mention the bravery in the past, if it's just the fame, the monk will not be so afraid, just because in his perception, the old man has already merged with the heaven and the earth.

What you see in front of you is the body of this old man, but the perception of the primordial spirit is two kinds of feelings.

One is the feeling of emptiness, there is nothing in front of you, only heaven and earth, only air, and no one.

One is the feeling of being everywhere, the space in front of him is densely packed with this person, thousands of people, thousands of pairs of sharp eyes like knives, one can imagine the pressure it brings.

"Heavenly man's cultivation base, unfathomable combat power, this person makes me feel more terrifying than the suzerain, Dao Qianqiu has reached such a state, the leader of ten thousand swords is worthy of the name, if he makes a move, beheading Xiang Yang will definitely It’s within reach.”

Compared with the previous two disciples from Kuhai's lineage, the monk's cultivation level is good, his eyesight is good, and he can see the horror of the person in front of him at a glance.

"I have something to say, I have to fart, and the old man still wants to take a nap. Dabao, Erbao, go back to the house."

The old man's temper was not very good, he cursed, pushed the two children into the room, and just looked at the monk with cold eyes.

No words, no movements, just watching quietly like this brought tremendous pressure to the great monk of Kuhai, who is known as the executioner, that feeling was like a pure and kind little white rabbit being killed by the king of the forest. The big tiger is watching.

"Ahem, senior has been in a mountain village for a long time, and the information is not available in remote places, and he is far away from the rivers and lakes. I am afraid that a very sensational event has happened in the Kangzhou martial arts recently."

The monk wanted to arouse Dao Qianqiu's interest, but only indifferent eyes greeted him.

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed that although the opponent's body was aging, and the folds and spots looked lifeless, his eyes were full of vitality, clear and bright, without any dullness or turbidity.

Whether the knife is rusted or blunt, you can't tell from the outside, you can only know if you really try the edge.

"Senior, please be safe and don't be impatient. This little monk will tell the whole story one by one. Please don't be too sad after listening."

He continued to sing a one-man show, and the monk felt a little nervous in his heart, and he didn't dare to play tricks anymore. He told the whole story of Eight Leaf's murder, only embellished and embellished in the middle.

For example, regarding the ownership of the Buddha of the Pure World, he said that Venerable Kasyapa was old and dim-sighted in his later years, and he did not know people well.

Another example is that the role played by their Kuhai lineage is not for ulterior motives, but Guang'an Weizheng, who is a rare talent who purely cherishes Baye and is willing to help, and so on.

To sum up, Kasyapa Temple, Buddha's son, and Xiang Yang are bad, but they are of the same vein as Baye, and they are good. Xiang Yang's killing of Baye is even more unforgivable, and a great hero is needed sanction him.

And this hero, besides giving up his sword for thousands of years, who else can investigate the great task?
"Senior, are you alright?"

After finishing speaking in one breath, the monk touched his valgus nose, looking at the untouched and unmoved Dao Qianqiu in front of him, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

Regardless of the rumors in the world, Yaye also stated that Dao Qianqiu and Ji are very close, and they are friends who can trust each other for life and death.

And when a friend with such a deep friendship was killed, even if he wasn't outraged, he should mourn deeply and express his condolences. Why is this person so calm?
It's as if the eight leaves are dead, it's no different from the death of a passerby.

"The mouth of the Demon Sect, a deceitful ghost, Yaye is just too competitive, so he will be used by your Demon Sect.

But let you down, the old man has already sealed his sword and retired, the Jianghu affairs are gone, and have nothing to do with me.

Now I'm just an ordinary old man in a small village. My greatest wish in life is to live a peaceful and stable life. Let's go. "

Dao Qianqiu's reaction was really beyond Monk's expectation, even Shi Fayan and the others could not have expected it either.

"Could it be that the senior is a late hero, afraid of Xiang Yang, and even more afraid of death, so he dare not avenge his old friend?

It seems that Master Yaye misjudged the person and regarded you as a life-and-death friend, which is really sad and lamentable. "

The great monk's eyes were dull, never expecting such a situation to happen, so he bit the bullet and opened his mouth.

His heart was raised in his throat, for fear of offending the other party, he would be torn to pieces, after all, his little nephew is not far away from a heroic spirit.

It's not that he has to argue, but that this person has something to do with the suzerain's plans, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"What's so difficult about dying? Counting the past and the present, except that the heaven and the earth are running as before, who can live forever?

But your aggressive generals are indeed useful, that's all, the old man's cultivation is still not good, and he still can't achieve the state of mind like water.

Take this leaf back, if you meet Xiang Yang, shout three times to kill, and the old man will strike with all his strength.

As for success or failure, it all depends on God's will, and it can be regarded as dedication to an old friend.

As for you, don't bother the old man in the future, just go. "

Dao Qianqiu seemed to be emotionally touched, his calm eyes suddenly became turbulent, he picked off a leaf casually, threw it into the hands of the great monk, and then waved his hand, a master of the soul was thrown from the courtyard in a daze Fly, without any resistance.

The old man himself looked at the big tree in the courtyard and muttered to himself,
"Eight leaves and eight leaves, the number in the world is nine. If you are called eight leaves, you will not be complete. Now I will complete the last leaf for you. It is a farewell, old friend, and have a good journey."

　It was changed twice. Originally, I wanted to write a duel between two swords, two heroes confront each other, and each side will win or lose, life and death for their friends.

　　Later, I changed my mind, because I really didn't want Dao Qianqiu, the former leader of ten thousand swords, to end, and the myth broke the rules.

　　I don't even want the protagonist to be abused or even killed, so I use a leaf as a backhand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)