Starting from the sculpture of Buddha statues in Lanruo Temple

Chapter 10 Xiahou Swordsman
When Yan Chixia heard Monk Kongxiang mention the tree demon, she thought of the scholar who smelled as hard as a stone in a latrine.

Monk Kongxiang paused for a moment, then continued:
"Uncle Yan, sword fighting is related to the survival of our righteousness, you have a high moral character, can you help us?"

He once heard from his master Zen master that Yan Chixia is a peerless genius in Taoism, and his talent in Taoism may be higher than that of the Emei Ziqing Twin Swords.

According to his master, Yan Chixia met Suxuan when she was in her 20s, and only then did she come into contact with some cultivation methods. Later, in the process of arresting treacherous officials and bandits, she was taught by the head of the Zhengyi School [Borrowing the Law] and [ Talisman], and later, he was taught by a Buddhist hermit monk [Mantra].Later, he resigned from his position in the Six Gates, visited friends on his way to Emei, and was recognized by Xuanyuan Sword as the master.

His master once said that Yan Chixia's Taoism is likely to be higher than that of the heads of many small and medium cultivation schools.

Recently, in the confrontation between good and evil, Dao eliminates the devil, and he thought that with the help of Yan Chixia, the situation might be reversed.

Therefore, even though he knew that Yan Chixia didn't like disputes, he still dared to ask Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia was annoyed when Monk Kongxiang brought up the matter of sword fighting, but the person in front of her was a junior, so she couldn't speak seriously, lest she frighten the junior and lose her face, so she thought that the most gentle person was born The tone said:
"I see, I'll think about it."

Monk Kongxiang is a person with an exquisite mind, of course he knew what Yan Chixia was thinking, and said again:
"Today, we received a letter from Feijian stating that Purdue Cihang has seriously injured the head of the Quanzhen Sect, and has occupied the Quanzhen Sect's dojo."

Yan Chixia waved her hand: "I see."

Seeing Yan Chixia's indifferent look, Monk Kongxiang sighed secretly, bid farewell to Yan Chixia with Sima Chong and Yi Xin, then saluted Li Fengning, and left.

While Yan Chixia was talking with Monk Kongxiang, Li Fengning had almost emptied the dishes on the table, and one of the two jars of wine was also emptied.

Yan Chixia saw a few CDs on the table, and was about to ask Xiaoer to serve again, when she suddenly remembered the scholar from Lanruo Temple, and said:

"The scholar is so young, it's a pity that he died. Let's go to Lanruo Temple and bring him down."

"it is good."

Li Fengning felt that Ning Caichen should be alive now, but it would be better to go for a walk, so he drank the wine in the bowl and stood up with Yan Chixia.

……

Li Fengning followed Yan Chixia out of the city, still savoring the charm of the ancient city under the night sky in his heart, and unknowingly stepped on the path to Lanruo Temple.

The dense woods blocked the moonlight and starlight, but Li Fengning and Yan Chixia had the skills to see things in the dark because they had sharp eyes and ears.

They walked through this path safely until they arrived at Lanruo Temple.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from the path behind them.

Li Fengning heard that the footsteps were extremely light, not as heavy as ordinary people.

The two stopped at the same time, turned slightly sideways, and looked in the direction of the path.

After a while, a figure appeared from the path, walking towards this side.

Li Fengning saw that this person was wearing a tall black scarf on his head, had a square face with thick eyebrows, and a pair of fierce eyes under the eyebrows, making his whole face very ferocious.

In his right hand he held an unsheathed sword, with a cold light shining on the sword, as if this person was looking for his opponent with every sword.

"Wahhahaha!" As soon as he saw Yan Chixia, he burst into laughter: "Yan Chixia, if I hadn't heard the inn worker mention it, I wouldn't have known you were hiding in this place!"

Yan Chixia sighed: "Brother Xiahou, I gave you the title of the best sword in the world, why are you looking for me?"

Li Fengning silently retreated to the side, sat down cross-legged, secretly regretted that there was no happy water for melon seeds and French fries.

Xia Housheng put away his smile, and stared at Yan Chixia with fierce eyes:
"Yan Chixia, how can a title be given? You are still ranked number one in the current martial arts weapon spectrum. Tonight, I will cut off your head and show it to the world, and you will win the No. [-] spot in the weapon spectrum." .”

After saying that, the sword came out like the wind, piercing Yan Chixia straight.

Yan Chixia pulled out the mortal sword at her waist, blocked it, and said:
"If you want to be number one, just go to the person who compiled this weapon manual, why are you looking for me!"

Xia Housheng ignored him, danced thousands of sword shadows, and greeted Yan Chixia directly.

Yan Chixia had no choice but to use martial arts to deal with it.

In an instant, two cold lights came back and forth in the front hall, merged and parted at once.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the fallen leaves flew from the ground, and were shaken to pieces in the air.

About fifty rounds later, Yan Chixia and Xia Housheng crossed each other, and a bloody arrow shot up.

Xia Housheng groaned, but was cut by Yan Chixia on the shoulder.

"You lost again, don't come to me again."

Yan Chixia withdrew her sword calmly.

Xia Housheng grinned, and smiled ferociously:

"Yan Chixia, you really didn't kill me. Mercy will dull the sword. One day I will be able to cut off your head."

Do you like beheading so much... Yan Chixia shook her head secretly, and said earnestly:
"Brother Xiahou, if you put aside your fame and fortune, and sharpen your sword intent..."

"Noisy!" Xia Housheng interrupted Yan Chixia: "If you win, you win, what nonsense!"

As he spoke, he put the sword on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Xiahou." Li Fengning said suddenly.

Xiahou Sheng was taken aback. He had licked blood for so many years. Some people called him "Xiahou old thief", "Xiahou bastard", "Xiahou's prostitute", "Xiahou uncle", "Xiahou official", but this "Mr. Xiahou ", he heard it for the first time.

He turned his head and stared at Li Fengning with a pair of fierce eyes.

"Mr. Xiahou, who is No. 2 in the weapon spectrum?" Li Fengning asked.

"Xiao Li Feidao." Xiahou Sheng said, then his eyes widened: "What do you mean by that?"

"Then why don't you go to challenge the second first, but go directly to Master Yan."

Xia Housheng spat out: "Your ancestors have eighteen generations! What does this have to do with you, kid!"

——Because of fighting Yan Chixia, no matter how many times you lose, you will still be alive.

After saying that, he turned his head again.

"Mr. Xiahou." Li Fengning said again.

"Old man Ge, you have no end to your son of a bitch!" As he spoke, he swept his body and passed a sword towards Li Fengning, the tip of the sword was only a little away from the tip of his nose.

Li Fengning felt the coolness coming from the tip of the sword, and did not move. He knew that even if Xia Housheng stabs now, he can still avoid the sword:
"Mr. Xiahou, there are ghosts here, don't you want to stay here."

Seeing that Li Fengning could not be frightened, Xia Housheng felt very bored, put away the sword, and spit again:
"I don't know how many people died at my hands!
"I'm full of murderous looks. It's the ghosts who are afraid of me, not me."

Immediately, he narrowed his eyes fiercely, grinned his mouth, and revealed an inexplicable smile:

"The girl from the Osmanthus Building in the city is waiting for me, why should I stay here. Only you and Yan Chixia can live in this birdy place!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yan Chixia with a little pride in his fierce eyes, then put the sword on his shoulder again, and walked away.

Li Fengning and Yan Chixia also walked to the monk's house in Lanruo Temple.

When they got to the monk's house, they saw that there was no light coming from any of the monk's rooms.

"Poor scholar!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly.

No one in the monastery answered.

Yan Chixia called out twice.

"Brother Caichen!"

Li Fengning also called out, seeing no one answered, he felt that Ning Caichen should be making a life-and-death friend.

"Could it be... this scholar met a ghost so soon..."

Yan Chixia let out a breath and clenched her fists unconsciously. He felt that he had killed another person.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the side of the forest.

Thinking it was Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia shuddered and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

Li Fengning frowned, thinking that this could not be Xiahou swordsman, didn't he just say to go back to Jinhua City directly, what happened?
With a sweep of his figure, he followed behind Yan Chixia.

(End of this chapter)