Zongwu: My ancestor forced me to marry Li Hanyi!

Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Long Bow Chasing Wings, Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night
Snow Moon City

Sikong Changfeng has received the news and knows the whereabouts of his daughter.

It's New Year's Eve, he felt that Xueyue City, which was originally bustling, was actually so deserted.

Yes, his precious daughter is not there.

Originally, the two boys who were new to Xueyue City looked good, so he thought they could take back the cold clothes.

Let's have a lively New Year together.

Fortunately, they were all left in Jiangning Town by the wind and snow.

Only he was struggling to deal with the sundries in the city every day.

"Hey"

He could only sigh, picked up a sunspot in his right hand, and dropped it into the chessboard.

The black stone fell, and another white stone was picked up in the left hand and dropped.

How lonely it is to be invincible!

It's not that there are no other people in Xueyue City, it's just that there are not many people who can go through ten tricks under Sikong Changfeng.

The only one who is slightly better at chess is Yin Luoxia, but she only likes to gamble!
It's really lonely like snow!
Sometimes Sikong Changfeng also wanted to throw down the burden of the city lord, such as going for a walk in the rivers and lakes when he was young.

Think about how enjoyable it was to roam the rivers and lakes with Baili Dongjun and Li Hanyi when you were young!

Going to the end of the world with a sword, who will fight for the front?

Of course, there was another person who was more miserable than him.

That is Tang Lian, the chief disciple of Xueyue City.

Since he left Jiangning Town, he has encountered several waves of siege and interception.

But it was easily resolved by him.

Wuyou didn't even make a move.

But at this moment, a feathered arrow struck from nowhere.

With piercing screams.

Wuyou, who was sitting on the side of the car, waved his long sleeves.

The feathered arrow shot at Yebei's horse stopped a step away from the horse's back.

But the momentum of the arrow on the feather arrow did not dissipate.

The long arrow spun for a long time before falling to the ground.

Yebei's horse neighed in shock, its hooves raised high.

Tang Lian raised her head and saw a man standing on horseback three hundred paces away.

He held a feather bow in his hand.

Tang Lian frowned, and said in surprise: "The arrow shot from three hundred steps away still has such strength, I'm afraid it's a difficult opponent to deal with."

"The longbow chases the wings, and the ghosts walk at night." Wuyou suddenly remembered a name.

"Longbow chasing wings, ghosts walking at night?"

Tang Lian frowned even tighter.

"what is this?"

"Sounds like some sort of person."

"However, I have been in the rivers and lakes since I was a child, and I have never heard of this name."

"Hehe, what you hear and see are heroes and swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but this "Long Bow Chasing Wings, Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night" is neither a hero nor a devil."

Wuyou changed from his usual calmness, and looked at the man's re-raised bow and drawn arrow in the distance with a serious expression.

"It's neither a hero nor a devil, so is it a horse thief?"

Tang Lian stared at the moving black shadows.

He glanced back at the golden coffin in the carriage, and asked in puzzlement, "Are these horse thieves here to snatch this coffin?"

"But just such a golden coffin, is it worth sending so many people?"

"What you said just now is right or wrong."

Worry-free smiled and said lightly.

"They're here to snatch the coffin, but not just for it."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Lian naturally understood.

"What is in this golden coffin?"

"Even the horse thieves from the Western Regions are interested?"

Wuyou naturally didn't answer his question, and of course Tang Lian didn't need anyone to answer her.

He just needs to take the coffin to the Dafanyin Temple along the way according to what the third master said.

At this time, the man in the distance had already pulled the bow like a full moon, and he could only hear him yell softly: "Ying!"

Wuyou sighed, and the white monk's robe danced without the wind.

He gently twisted the prayer beads on his chest with his hands.

"Amitabha!"

This was the first time Tang Lian heard Wuyou recite the Buddha's name.

"Break!" The man raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the feathered arrow shot out through the air with supreme power.

Although there were three hundred steps away, they were almost in front of the two of them in an instant.

At the same time, the feathered arrow seemed to be an order, and the shadows who were about to move in the dark finally pulled out the knives at their waists!

These people are not swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, nor are they halfway robbers. Their purpose is to rob and kill.

That's why the hands are very fierce, which is why it is described as a night walk of a hundred ghosts.

They are like ghosts in the dark night, killing people invisible.

Worry-free luck King Kong's supernatural powers, punch after punch.

For a moment no one could come near him.

And Tang Lian is a member of the Tang Sect, and what she is best at is using hidden weapons.

One after another, extremely small needles were thrown out of his hand. The needles were slightly purple, obviously poisonous.

These needles were naturally thrown to those men in black who approached him.

After that, a small blood-stained leaf flew towards the man pulling the bow.

This is Frost Yehong, the hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. The person who was pulling the bow suddenly turned his body, and the Frost Leaf grazed his chest.

The bow and arrow shot in his hand deflected, and the arrow that was supposed to hit Ye Beima landed on the carriage.

The huge impact made the entire carriage back steadily.

In the process of retreating, the carriage fell apart.

The golden coffin on the carriage rolled to the ground.

The lid that originally covered the coffin with delicate patterns fell to the ground while rolling.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin!
The pale hand grabbed the side of the coffin, and a figure slowly stood up with support.

The people on both sides of the fierce battle stopped their movements with a tacit understanding.

"It's actually a monk?"

Tang Lian thought about what was in the coffin.

Never thought that he was actually a monk, or a living monk.

He looked intently, and saw a monk about his own age, wearing a white monk robe. Although it was in the dark night, his face was still clearly visible, fair and delicate, refined, but at this moment he was tightly closed. squinting.

"Take it away first."

The man in the black robe with the bow in the distance shouted angrily, and jumped up, and other shadows holding swords immediately surrounded him like ghosts.

Hearing the voice, the monk finally opened his eyes slowly and looked towards the group of men in black robes.

Just for a moment, everyone stopped the offensive in their hands. They stared blankly at those eyes, and then their expressions became extremely frightened, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Tang Lian originally planned to look at the monk as well.

Wuyou stood in front of him, blocking his sight.

He clasped his hands together and said again: "Amitabha!"

Then a very strange scene appeared, those black shadows who were looking at the monk raised their big knives one by one, and inserted them into their hearts without the slightest hesitation.

"them……"

Tang Lian was stunned by the sight of these men in black committing suicide.

At the same time, he was also curious, what exactly did they see?
Curiosity drove him to come out from behind Wuyou.

His eyes finally met the eyes of the white-robed monk, and he found that there was a coquettish light in the pupils of that man.

(End of this chapter)