The journey of the heavens by Jia Huan, the salted fish

Chapter 4 Shaolin Monk 2
A big devil appeared in the rivers and lakes. In the name of avenging the whole family, he slaughtered three sects and killed at least a hundred people, including many seniors with great prestige in the rivers and lakes.

This act of his caused public outrage, and the relatives and friends of those killed by him joined forces with other people in the world to kill this big devil named Linghu Yuan.

But Linghu Yuan's force value is very high, everyone went to surround and kill him, but he turned back and killed him.

There are very few people who can kill him in the Jianghu. As a last resort, the relatives and friends of those who were killed asked the master of martial arts, Shaolin Temple.

Linghu Yuan killed too much, and the monks of Shaolin Temple couldn't stand it anymore, agreed to the request of those relatives and friends, and decided to hold a martial arts conference to gather all the forces of the martial arts to deal with Linghu Yuan together.

All the monks of the same generation as Kong Kong were sent out to send invitations to various places.

Kong Kong's force value is the highest among the same generation, so he accepted the task of sending invitation letters to Kunlun, which is the farthest away.

Jia Huan sighed helplessly, and went out with a small cloth bag on his back.

There was only two days of dry food in the cloth bag, not even copper coins, and Jia Huan had to ask for money for food and drink along the way.

Jia Huan: "..."

After leaving the range of Shaolin Temple, he hunted some pheasants and roasted them.

Of course, when eating, there should be no other people around.

The image of Shaolin monks still needs to be maintained.

However, occasionally accidents happen.

Just like now, Jia Huan pulled the mud-wrapped beggar chicken out from under the fire pit, and was about to smash the mud on it when he heard footsteps.

Jia Huan paused for a moment, then buried the lump of soil under the fire pit again.

Footsteps came in, and a small head emerged from the grass.

Jia Huan stared at the child, who looked about eight or nine years old. The clothes he was wearing were dirty and torn, but the material was good.

When the child saw Jia Huan, he was stunned, turned and left.

Jia Huan tilted his head and did not catch up.

When the child was far away, Jia Huan pulled the Beggar Chicken Chop out of the fire pit and started to eat it.

The next day, Jia Huan walked out of the forest and saw people.

In front of people, he is an honest little monk, because of his good looks, he can always succeed in alms.

However, he prefers meat to steamed buns!

Therefore, Jia Huan avoids crowds most of the time, just to be able to eat meat.

After walking for more than a month, Jia Huan finally came to the boundary of Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun Mountain is very large. Although the Kunlun School uses Kunlun as its name, it actually only occupies one mountain.

There are many other forces in the Kunlun Mountains, but they are not as famous as the Kunlun faction.

"Little monk, you can stay in this room for one night. Leave early tomorrow morning."

The gatekeeper led Jia Huan to an empty room not far from the gatehouse.

Jia Huan didn't reveal his identity as a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so the uncle regarded him as an ordinary young monk, and placed him in a servant's residence not far from the gatehouse, without notifying the owner of the villa.

Jia Huan thanked him with a smile, and entered the room with only one bunk.

The owner of this villa is well-known in the world, and Jia Huan has also heard of his name.

But Jia Huan has no intention of meeting people and making friends.

Along the way, there were not many people in the Jianghu who he came into contact with.

He hated trouble, and he just wanted to hurry back to Shaolin Temple after delivering the invitation letter.

Jia Huan doesn't like martial arts, and he doesn't like people in the Jianghu who fight and kill when they disagree with each other.

It's okay for them to die, but they hurt innocent passers-by and make ordinary people suffer.

Moreover, these martial arts people are used to being lawless. If they feel that an official is corrupt, they don't investigate it. They just sneak into someone's house at night, chop off their head and hang it at the gate of the city.

Among them, there are not many officials who were unjustly killed.

Some people specifically use martial arts figures to kill their political opponents.

The imperial court was very angry about this, but there was nothing they could do.

The high-strength combat power in the imperial court is too small to compete with the entire martial arts world.

The two generations of Jia Huan both lived in a world with sound laws and regulations, that is, the world of Rongguo Mansion. The powerful and powerful people can do whatever they want, but they are also restricted by the laws of the court. to guarantee.

The night was getting darker, except for the lanterns in the villa that illuminated the road, the surrounding area was dark.

The mountain wind blew, and the sound of insects continued.

Suddenly, the mountain wind stopped, and the insects stopped chirping.

A figure appeared outside the villa.

The next moment, he entered the villa.

Jia Huan suddenly sat up from the bunk.

What a strong smell of blood!

He hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

The front yard where he lived was quiet, but Jia Huan heard a lot of breathing.

It was the servants of the villa, they hid in the house and dared not come out.

Jia Huan twitched, but still walked in the direction of the bloody smell.

The correct three views prevent him from dying when people's lives are in danger.

Of course, it's impossible for him to just go so recklessly.

Jia Huan carefully sneaked into the backyard and saw corpses all over the ground.

They were all the corpses of the nursing home in the villa, and there were sounds of fighting and screams coming from inside.

Jia Huan continued to sneak in, and saw a man in his thirties killing the guards rushing towards him with a sword.

Some nursing homes were frightened by the men and did not dare to go forward. Some even dropped their weapons in fright.

For the man who threw away his weapon, the man did not kill again.

Seeing the hope of survival, the nurses threw down their weapons and fell to their knees.

Sure enough, the man did not attack these guards again, and chased in the direction where the owner of the villa was fleeing.

Jia Huan frowned slightly.

This man doesn't seem that bad either, he doesn't seem to be killing innocent people indiscriminately.

He should have encountered Jiang Hu's revenge, right?

There shouldn't be too many things like this in the rivers and lakes of this world.

Just like the big devil Linghu Yuan, didn't he exterminate three sects full of sects for the revenge of his own family?
Then do you want to go up and help the owner of the villa?

Jia Huan hesitated.

Suddenly, a sword light struck towards his hiding place.

He was found by the man.

Jia Huan dodged in a hurry and jumped out from his hiding place.

The man was about to strike Jia Huan for the second time, when the dim light of the lantern shone on Jia Huan's face, allowing the man to see his face clearly.

The man's eyes widened in surprise: "You..."

Jia Huan: "??"

The man didn't say anything more, turned around suddenly, and went after the owner of the villa.

Jia Huan stood where he was and didn't move.

When the man saw him, he stopped and killed him. Did he know himself?
I have been living in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, and I have never seen this man.

So, what this man knows is not himself, but his own face?
Since he is a martial artist, it should have nothing to do with his own mother. Does he know his own father?
(End of this chapter)