Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 156
The long night is in the sky, and the moon is getting darker.

From the middle of the night until the early morning, Wu Xian rode away without any pause, and went straight to the northeast corner without any pause. He took a breath, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly, so he slowed down the speed of the horse, and slowly exercised and adjusted his breath while riding on the horseback.

In the early morning, the sun rises in the east, but the moon is still hanging in the sky, and it has not set for a long time.

At this moment, Wu Xian's clothes are in tatters, really worthy of his identity as a disciple of the Beggar Sect, but the blue shirt on his body is now stained scarlet with blood, which looks extremely terrifying and cruel, and he is in the middle of the night Sleepless, exhausted, and injured, so his complexion is naturally not good.

After walking for a long time, Wu Xian came to a hilltop and took a look from a distance. There was a low-lying plain in front of him, and there was also a town. He lowered his head and glanced at the hideous wound on the side of his chest, and faintly broken ribs. Suffering from pain, I thought to myself: go to the river to wash the clothes first, so as not to scare other passers-by, and then go to the hospital to seek medical advice and cure the injury.

Wu Xiansheng was afraid that Chen Hou would not change his mind and come to chase him after he recovered, so he sneaked into the small town, changed his clothes, and went to see the doctor again.

Afterwards, Wu Xian bandaged his wound and applied special Qingre Shengji powder. The pain on the wound was relieved a lot immediately, and Wu Xian's hanging heart also let go. Although his wound was not a fatal injury, if it is not cleaned up in time, it may be serious. The wound was infected, inflamed, and ulcerated, and small things turned into big things, so he was always on tenterhooks.

Wu Xian's dantian in his body is like a dragon absorbing water. The qi in his dantian quickly circulates, and a subtle ray of true qi is restored. His dream-returning heart sutra has been practiced to the seventh level. Although the speed of true qi self-generation is not as fast as the Jiuyang magic That's so abnormal, but at this moment, his true energy has recovered to a point, so he's not very worried anymore.

As long as he didn't meet Wei Yixiao, a master of lightness kung fu, few people could match Wu Xian's speed. In the inn before, Wu Xian was a little careless. There are not many famous masters in the world. Although Wu Xian is not Dare to call himself invincible, but there are few opponents, even if he only has [-]% strength.

But how could Wu Xian know that it was a coincidence that the person who came here was Chen Hou, who had a grudge against him. Besides, Chen Hou's internal skills, martial arts, and lightness skills are all good. Even if he is not as good as him, he will not He is too far behind.Therefore, Wu Xian's pride almost hurt himself. Fortunately, the night was dark. He relied on the Heart Sutra of Returning to Dreams and the Sleeping Arhat Fist to regain his strength. He severely injured Chen Hou with the [-]-style Sleeping Arhat Fist before he escaped. come out.

Thinking of Chen Hou, Wu Xian suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, with an astonishing tingling pain, which made him even more depressed. Wu Xian's eyes were a little dark. He looked towards the west of Wudang Mountain and murmured : "It all starts with the two dharma kings."

After a while, Wu Xian came back to his senses, he no longer galloped on horseback, but lowered his head and frowned, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

He was dressed in gray civilian clothes, wearing a bamboo hat all the way, with his head bowed, looking like a vulgar farmer. Wu Xian thought of Zhang Wuji, and was a little envious. , I'm afraid it's almost recovered.

"I can't be envious, I can't be envious." Wu Xian shook his head slightly, pulled the rein of the horse, and walked lightly on his feet, walking very lazily on the road, following the breeze and white clouds, accompanied by the singing of birds and the language of flowers, his purpose It was going to Dadu, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, Wu Xian was not in a hurry, and it would not be too late for him to hurry when his injuries recovered.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, round after round of halo poured down, and the fiery red sun burst out like a long fire dragon.Wu Xian felt the warmth rising from the earth, and sighed unconsciously: "Is the weather getting hot again?"

Sitting on the side of the road, Wu Xian took out a small knife and cut the beef wrapped in brocade cloth into slices. With a pot of sake, he leisurely enjoyed a delicious lunch.

"Drive." There was a burst of sand and dust in the distance on the long road, and there was a clear shout, and several horses galloped towards him. Wu Xian raised his eyes and suddenly his body shook. Isn't the leader the princess?There were also two burly figures, Wu Xian closed his eyes, these two were the elders of Xuanming, as well as Shenjian Baxiong and others.

Princess, is this heading for Wudang Mountain?Could it be that she wants to make that deal with Zhang Wuji, which is the "three promises" in the original book.No, no, Wu Xian shook his head and gave up this idea. At the same time, he hesitated in his heart, whether he should recognize the princess now. He leaned his back on the tree stump, raised his right hand, and lowered the front eaves of the bamboo hat a little, being cautious hides itself.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xian suddenly thought that there was something about Zhang Wuji worthy of Zhao Min's attention, only his identity as the leader of Mingjiao, and the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun.

Zhao Min and several people passed by, her white horse was extremely handsome, and it passed Wu Xian in just a moment.

Zhao Min lowered her head and looked forward, a gleam of light flashed in her beautiful eyes. She only felt that the figure on the side of the road was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't see his face clearly. Self-possessed and unmoved by himself, Zhao Min shook his head to himself, thinking about the purpose of coming this time, he swung his whip and rode his horse, and left in the dust.

After the few people left, Wu Xian stood up immediately. He watched Zhao Min disappear on the road, and was silent for a moment.

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"Two masters, when we meet Master Zhang later, you can watch from a distance, don't get too close to me, lest Zhang Wuji be wary." Zhao Min glanced at the two elders Xuan Ming and ordered.

"The princess is golden and jade leaves, I'm afraid that kid Zhang Wuji will commit an offense and be disrespectful to the princess." Lu Zhangke heard the words of the princess, although he knew that Zhao Min's words could not be questioned or changed, he still said aloud, his face There is a lot of devotion, and the loyalty to protect the Lord is evident.

Zhao Min turned his black and white eyes, and looked at the palace on Wudang Mountain, while Lu Zhangke peeked at Zhao Min, marveling at Zhao Min's beauty and nobility, secretly feeling that the princess is not only the most beautiful woman in Mongolia, I am afraid that no one in the entire Central Plains can match it.

Luzhangke also admires and fears Zhao Min's ingenuity in getting close to demons, and he never has any dirty thoughts. Although Luzhangke is lustful, he also knows who he can offend and who he can't afford.

This Princess Shao Min in front of him has a noble status and sophisticated methods, and he is definitely not something that Luzhangke can offend. Therefore, Luzhangke is a little cautious, and his words reveal strong worries and worries, making him "red." Devotion" is vividly reflected.

(End of this chapter)