Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 176 Whoever crosses this line, beheaded!
When the word "preparation" fell, Qiyan Wumu and the others all smiled ferociously, turned and left.

After a while, when they came back, they were already fully armed.

The three leaders all wore armor and held knives, with ferocious smiles.

Especially Qiyan Wumu and Bao Luote, one put on the armor of a servant of the gods that was taken off from Bals, and the other held the blood-cold knife that belonged to the third generation owner of Bailu Villa, with murderous looks on their faces.

In the previous battle, they were robbed of the limelight by Wu Tuobu, and their anger was worrying that they had nowhere to vent, so this group of people from the rivers and lakes just came to their door!

At this moment, the two only hoped that the other party was here to trouble Jiang Qingyu.

In that way, they can show off in front of Jiang Qingyu, have a good time, and maybe make the other party reconsider the matter of the royal court!

As for Utopia...

This time, he did not hide behind the crowd, but chose to stand side by side with the other two, holding a long knife with a sheath in his hand.

Obviously, he also knew that now was not the time to avoid fighting.

at the same time.

That group of people from the rivers and lakes has also broken into the camp.

"Stop!"

"The garrison is an important place, it is strictly forbidden to enter!"

"If you don't stop, our army will regard you as an enemy!"

……

Some soldiers tried to step forward to stop them, ordering the group to stop and dismount.

But the other party seemed to have never heard of it, and did not slow down at all.

next moment.

The old monk at the head stretched out a hand holding a string of Buddhist beads, and gently waved his sleeve.

Then there was a gust of wind, and all the soldiers standing in front were swept aside and fell to the ground!
Although the old monk was very measured in his actions and did not cause serious injuries, such arrogant behavior has already annoyed all the soldiers of Chu who saw this scene!

As a result, people continued to step forward angrily to intercept, and even groups of cavalry charged forward with their spears held high.

But they were all resolved one by one by the old monk.

Every time he waved his sleeves, there was a gust of wind, sweeping the Chu army and their horses to one side.

It seems to be driving a group of ants away.

"Simply presumptuous!"

"Have you ever taken the lord seriously in bullying An Beijun?"

Zhao Lu snorted coldly, raised his legs and took a step forward, wanting to step forward and teach this group of people who despise the royal power.

But Jiang Qingyu shook his head lightly at him, and spoke to dissuade him:
"Don't worry, general, let them be arrogant for a while."

"..."

You've been bullied to the top, can you bear it?

Zhao Lu was very puzzled.

But out of trust in Jiang Qingyu, he suppressed his anger and stopped.

"Yes."

Zhao Lu's voice was very low, a little dissatisfied.

But when he glanced sideways at Jiang Qingyu, he saw that the other party had already taken the Shuoyue Sword from Luqi's hand, and was slowly pulling the sword out of its sheath.

Clang——

The blade of the sword trembled lightly and screamed continuously.

It seems that the killing intent is hard to restrain!
The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Qingyu walked forward step by step with a sword in hand.

He walked very quickly, passing Luqi, Duyou's second daughter, Zhao Lu, Duoji and other generals of the Anbei Army, and even Qiyan Wumu...

In the end, he stood alone at the forefront of the team.

"Son..."

Everyone hurriedly followed, trying to surround him in the middle to avoid accidents.

But Jiang Qingyu raised a hand, signaling them to stop and retreat.

Simultaneously.

He held the Shuoyue sword tightly, swung it down lightly, and cut a line a foot in front of him.

Then, he opened his mouth coldly, and after uttering the word "prepare for war", he gave a second order:
"Whoever crosses this line, beheaded."

……

At this time, a group of Jianghu people are less than thirty feet away from Jiang Qingyu and the others!
With such a small distance, it can be reached in just a few breaths.

This group of people has extraordinary martial arts skills and outstanding eyesight, so even though they are separated by tens of feet and rain, most of them can still clearly see Jiang Qingyu's mouth shape——

"Whoever crosses this line, beheaded."

Obviously, this is an ultimatum for them!

In the crowd, several people discussed:
"He is a courageous junior!"

"It's a pity that my martial arts cultivation is a bit low, far inferior to the second young master."

"Several, don't go too far, but don't hurt this junior, the face of the prince is still there!"

"That's natural, we all have a sense of proportion."

……

Da da da……

The sound of horseshoes is especially harsh on rainy days.

Thirty feet came in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the leading old monk rode his horse and arrived in front of Jiang Qingyu first.

From the beginning to the end, he had a friendly and compassionate smile on his face, as if he came with great kindness.

but……

The horse under his seat never slowed down.

It seemed that Jiang Qingyu was really going to be crushed to pieces!
Suddenly, the rain became heavier and heavier.

in the rain.

Jiang Qingyu's white robe was already drenched, outlining her thin figure, she looked so weak that she might fall down at any time.

But he straightened his body, holding the scabbard in one hand, and the Shuoyue sword in the other, looking straight at the group of people rushing towards him.

The eyes are calm, without a trace of panic!
Instead, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a strong mockery!
As if asking:

"Wait, do you dare to bump into it?"

Da da da……

The sound of horseshoes became more and more urgent, as if they were responding to Jiang Qingyu.

The next moment, the old monk rode his war horse and crossed the straight line drawn by Jiang Qingyu without stopping at all!
"Protect the son!"

Qiyan Wumu roared angrily, and was the first to block Jiang Qingyu's body.

Bao Luote and Wu Tuobu followed closely behind.

but……

Surprisingly, this war horse stopped suddenly at this moment!

at the same time.

The dozens of war horses behind it also stopped in place under the control of people in the rivers and lakes.

The first horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and refused to fall down for a long time.

It seems to be provoking people.

The old monk on the horse put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said kindly:
"Amitabha."

"Master Jiang, this poor monk should not be considered crossing the line, right?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked at his feet.

However, although the front hooves of this war horse crossed the straight line, the rear hooves stopped firmly outside the straight line!

And the distance from the straight line is only an inch away!
Moreover, since the horse's front hooves did not land on the ground, but hung high in the air, it can also be said...

Didn't cross the line!

It's just that the war horse raised its front hooves, aiming at Jiang Qingyu's face, and the old monk sat on the horse's back condescendingly, so this scene seemed full of provocation and disrespect!
And this is exactly what the old monk purposely did!

The hind hooves stop outside the line to show respect for the King of the North.

The front hoof crossed the line and raised it high, but it was to show disdain for Jiang Qingyu and to defend the authority of Beishan Temple!

I stopped today, not because I was afraid of you, Jiang Qingyu, but to save face for your father, Jiang Qiushui!
at this time.

Everyone turned their attention to Jiang Qingyu, guessing how he would respond next.

Jiang Qingyu raised her head slightly, with a mocking smile on her face from beginning to end, never showing a trace of panic.

I saw him looking directly into the eyes of the old monk, and his voice was indifferent:
"Beishan Temple, Puzhen?"

"It's a poor monk."

The old monk smiled and expressed his purpose of coming:

"The poor monk came this time..."

But before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyu interrupted him in a serious tone:
"I counted just now, you have injured 150 of my four subordinates in total!"

"in addition……"

"Your horse, crossed the line."

The old monk Puzhen had a compassionate face and argued sophistry:
"Amitabha."

"Young Master's subordinates acted too recklessly. If the poor monk didn't stop them, they would only be injured more seriously, so..."

"The poor monk is saving people, not hurting them."

"As for this horse, the poor monk doesn't think it has crossed the line. If you don't see it clearly, you can let the people behind the poor monk make a judgment."

This statement came out.

A crowd of people from all walks of life spoke one after another:
"Young master can't see clearly, but I can see clearly. This horse has not crossed the line at all. I can guarantee it with my personality!"

"That's right, young master can't smear a horse's innocence just out of thin air!"

"It's true that it didn't cross the line, and I can testify."

……

On the other side, Qiyan Wumu and others cursed loudly:

"Fart! It's clearly crossing the line!"

"The front hooves are all over Lao Tzu's head, isn't that considered crossing the line?"

"Are you all blind?"

……

People in the arena suddenly sneered:

"In the past, I just heard people say that people in Beidi are mostly stupid, but now that I see it, I realize that it really lives up to its reputation!"

"Most of the body is outside the line, how can it be said that it has crossed the line?"

"It really turns black and white!"

"Forget it, what's the real deal with a group of dead people?"

……

"you……"

Hearing the word "dead person", Qiyan Wumu and the others raised their knives angrily, unable to restrain their killing intent any longer.

But old monk Puzhen spoke again.

He looked at Jiang Qingyu with a smile, and his voice was low:

"Sir, what do you think?"

"Has the poor monk's horse really crossed the line?"

Jiang Qingyu looked directly at the other party's gaze, with an extremely cold expression, as if she was angry.

next moment.

He suddenly threw away the scabbard.

At the same time, holding the Shuoyue sword with both hands, he slashed at the horse in front of him fiercely!
Even though Jiang Qingyu's martial arts cultivation was only at the fourth rank of Houtian, due to the unparalleled sharpness of Shuo Yue's sword and the precise timing, the sharpness of this sword was not inferior to that of the seventh rank of Houtian!

Plus……

The old monk Puzhen didn't take any action to resist.

Then, after a burst of cold light suddenly appeared.

The front hooves of the war horses were all cut off!
boom!
In an instant, the gushing blood stained the rain curtain red.

Afterwards, the war horse wailed in pain, leaned forward and fell to the ground.

And its two hind feet...

It finally fell within the straight line!

Jiang Qingyu stood in the rain, holding a long sword, the torrential rain could not wash away the red blood on the sword.

He glanced coldly at the crowd of people from all walks of life, mockingly:

"Now……"

"Anyone else think the horse didn't cross the line?"

(End of this chapter)