Legend of the Heroes of the Southern Kingdom

Chapter 228 Fighting Putian ([-])

Li Wenxuan lingered in front of Su Qingxue's door, and tried to push the door to enter several times, but he never moved. The door at this moment seemed to suddenly weigh a thousand catties, and Li Wenxuan dared not touch it.

If it wasn't for the fear that Su Qingxue would chase after her madly after she found out that she had left, Li Wenxuan really wanted to just leave.

The door finally opened, and it was Su Qingxue who opened the door by herself.

Su Qingxue was not surprised to see Li Wenxuan in front of her room, and asked, "Have you been here for a long time?"

"En." Li Wenxuan nodded.

Su Qingxue said again: "If you want to talk, you'd better go inside, it's cold outside, and you're not feeling well."

"En." Li Wenxuan simply agreed, and followed Su Qingxue into the room.

Su Qingxue handed Li Wenxuan a cup of hot tea, then sat down quietly opposite Li Wenxuan, didn't speak, didn't even look at Li Wenxuan, just quietly looked at her own toes.

Li Wenxuan held the tea in his hand and never drank it. Finally, he put the teacup on his seat and never looked at Su Qingxue. He just stared blankly at the steam rising from the teacup, which slowly came out. And slowly dissipated.

This room is extremely quiet. Sitting together, Li Wenxuan and Su Qingxue always have endless things to say, even if occasionally Li Wenxuan has nothing to say, Su Qingxue can always find something to chat with Li Wenxuan happily, such a deserted place It was the first time for them to sit and look at each other without words, even when the two met for the first time, they were not so awkward.Li Wenxuan was full of words, but what about Su Qingxue, Li Wenxuan didn't say anything yet, but Su Qingxue seemed to know something.

What should be said, sooner or later must be said.

Finally, Li Wenxuan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Qingxue, I might have to leave."

Su Qingxue's brows trembled slightly, she shook her lips and asked, "Where are you going?"

Li Wenxuan said: "I'm going to Putian Temple to help my master."

"Oh." Su Qingxue simply responded, without saying yes or no, and then continued to look down at her toes.

Xue knew that she probably knew that no matter whether she agreed or not, she could not change Li Wenxuan's decision.

Li Wenxuan originally thought that Su Qingxue should try her best to keep her, or scolded herself severely, whether she said she had no heart or that she was ungrateful, no matter what Su Qingxue scolded, Li Wenxuan would listen quietly But Su Qingxue was so quiet, which made Li Wenxuan feel more uncomfortable and feel more guilty.

Li Wenxuan said again: "Qingxue, time is very tight, I'm afraid it will be too late, I will leave soon."

After a while, Su Qingxue asked, "You... When are you coming back?"

Li Wenxuan shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Su Qingxue sighed, "Are you really leaving?"

Li Wenxuan nodded, and got up to go out, but at this moment, Su Qingxue, who had been as calm as ice and snow, suddenly stood up, and tightly grabbed Li Wenxuan's wrist.

Li Wenxuan didn't dare to look down at Su Qingxue, he was afraid that as long as he looked at Su Qingxue one more time at this time, he would never be able to leave again.

Li Wenxuan gently pulled Su Qingxue's hand away, and walked out with his head down. Li Wenxuan vaguely heard Su Qingxue follow him for a few steps, and then a choked voice said behind him: "You If you leave today, I will not stop you, if you come back in the future, no matter when, I will wait for you in Lin'an..."

Li Wenxuan's heart was flustered, he didn't even bother to go to Xinxin to say goodbye, and he didn't ride a horse, he just took his own Qingshuang sword, one sword at a time, and disappeared into the thick night in an instant.

"咚咚咚" three Hongzhong bells woke up this morning and also woke up Putian Temple.

Knowing that the enemy is approaching, Putian Temple has declined the visit of pilgrims from the mountain a few days in advance, so as not to hurt innocent people when they get there, so Putian Temple has been very deserted for several days, and some young disciples with low martial arts have also been quilt Abbot Ming secretly sent people to the foot of the mountain, so that they would not be slaughtered if they lost their temper and became uncontrollable.

The mountain road of Putian Temple, which had been deserted for several days, was crowded again this morning. There were not many people, but everyone among them dared not be underestimated.

A group of 21 people were walking slowly up the mountain road. The Zhike monks who were originally arranged at the bottom of the mountain in Putian Temple did not know when they withdrew to the temple. There was no shadow of half a monk on the entire mountain road, but the mountain road up the mountain from Putian Temple There was only one path, and these people walked up the mountain path by themselves.

In this group of people, there are two people leading the way, one of them is a fat man, this man is less than six feet tall, his waist is like a round pot, and his face is like an iron plate. It looks like he must weigh two to three hundred catties.The mountain road is very rugged, as long as this person takes a step, the flesh on his body and face will shake, especially that face, which looks ferocious, is even more disgusting.If an ordinary person fights with this person, this person probably doesn't need to fight, he just needs to pounce forward, no matter who is crushed by him, his whole body's muscles and bones will probably be shattered.

That fat man is really too fat, no matter how he walks, or his own appearance, it is not good-looking. It is always a bit bad for face to have such a person as a striker. Fortunately, the other person next to the fat man is very Wei An, looking at this group of people from a distance, he will be the first one to see him, because he is three heads taller than the fat man, and his shoulders are too broad, ordinary men standing beside him are like children Needless to say, his upper body skills must be very good.

Behind these two people is a person whose age cannot be discerned. This person's complexion is like copper, showing no joy or anger, but one can guess that he must have experienced a lot of trials and hardships in his life. Presumably he should be a The old man is about 50 years old, but the light shining from his eyes, and the black hair as bright as a mirror plate, is much more capable than many 20-year-old boys, which will make people feel Suspected he was at best a man in his early 20s.

Behind this person, there are eighteen people in neat black clothes. These 18 giants seem to have a tacit understanding between their feet. If it is not for the difference in height, judging from the walking posture and breathing frequency, they are completely Just one person.If you have to say the difference, it's just that one of them looks a little different. She wears a veil so that people can't see her appearance clearly, but her curvaceous figure has clearly told others that she is a woman, and she probably thinks that Such a beautiful woman, one can't help but want to lift her veil and see the scenery behind the veil clearly.On the veil, there is also a pair of eyes like pearls, no one else's eyes are as bright as hers, so radiant, one can't help but want to look more, but dare not look more, because those eyes It's bright, but it's also very cold. It's the kind of coldness in which a person's warm blood slowly turns cold, and then slowly freezes again.

When the group arrived at the gate of Putian Temple, Zi Jing had already brought many monks waiting in front of the gate.

Ordinarily at such a time, the more ostentatious the better, at least you can boost your morale and destroy the opponent's prestige, but the ostentation in Putian Temple today is a bit ridiculous, because behind Ziming there are more than a dozen juniors The monks were all covered with bandages, obviously injured, and Abbot Ziming's apprentice student, Monk Ziqing, although he didn't have any bandages on his body, his gray complexion made people know that he was injured. And the injury is not light.

All the monks lined up, Ziming and Ziqing stood side by side in the middle, and at the end of the side, there was an old man standing leaning against the railing, crooked, I don't know if he was sleeping on the railing, or Drunken and weak, he looked extremely uncoordinated with the monks standing neatly beside him, but no one spoke of him, let alone drove him away, as if today's scene had nothing to do with him, such a place, such a place There is no one else except Zijing.

Ziming took a step forward and said: "The poor monk is far away to welcome the distinguished guest. I wonder who is the benefactor?"

The two people who were leading the way just now have separated from the left and right, and the person whose age cannot be discerned took a step forward, paused, and then used his internal force to speak out: "Is this Abbot Ziming from Putian Temple? Jin Wushu, Marshal of the Kingdom of Jin, ordered Li Wenlong to come here today to pay homage to the mountain!"

As soon as he said a word, everyone felt the gust of wind blowing, and the words of Li Wenlong seemed to be spoken in front of everyone's ears. It was deafening. Many monks with little practice couldn't help covering their ears with their hands, and their steps also wanted to retreat slowly.

Chili Wenlong glanced at the battle in Putian Temple and shook his head, obviously disappointing him, but when he saw the beggar-like man standing crookedly in the corner, Chili Wenlong's His eyes lit up all of a sudden, but Chi Li Wenlong quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Abbot Ziming in front of him.

Ziming sighed: "The benefactor is worthy of being the number one expert in the Kingdom of Jin. I just tested my internal strength. I feel ashamed. I don't know what the benefactor is doing today, but he came to Putian Temple not far away?"

Chili Wenlong smiled and said: "Since you already knew that I was coming today, and you prepared a battle to welcome me, how could you not know the reason for my coming?"

Ziming also apologized and said with a smile: "The old monk is stupid, the old monk doesn't know."

Chili Wenlong saw that Ziming asked the question clearly, he waved his hand lightly, and the fat man behind him stepped forward and said, "My master and the owner of Pinjian Villa, Situ Ying, are best friends, but half a year ago, the owner of Situ Village was raped by a man named Li Wenxuan." My master was heartbroken and wanted to avenge Situ's master, but the little thief ran away and disappeared. But recently, I heard that the murderer had been hiding in Putian Temple for the past six months. Master Situ’s murderer, my master is planning for the world’s martial arts, so he came here not far away, I want you Putian Temple to hand over the murderer today, and give an explanation to the heroes of the world!”

When all the monks heard what the fat man said, they all had angry faces. Ziqing has a bad temper, so it goes without saying that he is angry. He still had an air of nothing to do with him, as if he didn't hear a single word the fat man said.

Ziming said: "As far as I know, the real culprit who murdered Master Situ was not Li Wenxuan, but someone else."

Chili Wenlong replied: "Oh? Is that so? Please enlighten me, Master. If Li Wenxuan is not the real culprit, then who is the real culprit?"

Ziming shook his head and sighed, "I don't know either."

"Haha..." The people behind Chili Wenlong burst into laughter, and Chili Wenlong said again: "Since you don't know who it is, the murderer is naturally Li Wenxuan, so please hand over this person to me so that I can help him." Master Situ takes revenge."

Ziming said: "Unfortunately, benefactor Li did come to my Putian Temple, but he didn't live in my Putian Temple. Today, not only is he not in my Putian Temple, he may have already left the border of Putian."

Chili Wenlong said: "In this way... since Master insists on hiding the real culprit and is unwilling to let him go, then we have no choice but to..."

Before Chili Wenlong finished speaking, he turned around and took a heavy step forward with his right foot. There was a loud bang, and the bluestone slab under his feet immediately scattered like fly ash. Chili Wenlong's figure shook again, and his whole body was covered with Surrounded by internal force, these many scattered broken stones shot towards the monks in front like hidden weapons one by one. These small stones flew very quickly. Many will fall.At the same time, the dozen or so men in black also took a step forward, each displaying their weapons to guard Chili Wenlong. As long as they heard an order, they would rush forward.

Ziming over there didn't panic when he saw the many small stones flying like hidden weapons, he still put his hands together, his eyelids slightly drooped downwards, seeing that these stones were flying close, a gray shadow appeared in front of him. The lightning flashed by, and then flew back to the distance, and those stones also disappeared after the gray shadow.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Zijing. Many people didn't see whether the gray shadow was a human or a ghost until Zijing raised his hand and scattered a handful of mist-like green ash. Only then did I know that the gray shadow that had just grabbed the gravel was Zijing, and the gray ash was the gravel that Chili Wenlong had brought over, but the gravel had already turned into fly ash in Zijing's hands.

The gray ash fluttered around at first, then suddenly, Zijing moved forward slightly, and then slapped her backhand, the foggy gray ash flew towards Chili Wenlong in a hurry.This time, Chili Wenlong was obviously taken aback. You need to know that as long as you are a human being, you can use some weighty things as hidden weapons, but Zijing is using these green ash, which is lighter than a feather, as a hidden weapon at this time. Generally speaking, Chili Wenlong was also secretly surprised. Although he saw that this ragged man was not an ordinary person before, he still didn't expect him to be such a master.

Chili Wenlong didn't dare to be negligent, he swung his palm out from the air, and the wind of his palm collided with the rushing green ash, and there was a muffled heavy sound, those green ash seemed to hit an invisible wall, and they couldn't stop. Before, it floated on the spot a few more times, and then lightly landed on the ground.

Chili Wenlong looked at Zijing for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed and said: "It seems that my Putian party is indeed worthwhile. Today, the three eminent monks of Putian Temple are all here. The one who made the move just now must be Zijing." Master?"

Zijing didn't even return the salute, she still leaned crookedly and said, "I dare not, I'm not a master, I'm just a layman."

"Okay, layman, haha, let me see, you, a layman, are much stronger than many high-ranking people." After Chili Wenlong said, he looked at Ziming and asked, "Master Abbot, what do you think?" ,Yes or no?"

Ziming said: "Thank you for your praise, my brother is unparalleled in martial arts. I am afraid that no one in Putian Temple has been able to match it for a hundred years. I should not be as good as him."

"Ahem!" Chili Wenlong cleared his throat, and said again: "Monk Ziming, let me ask you again, are you going to hand over this Li Wenxuan, or not?"

Abbot Ziming said: "The poor monk has just said that the benefactor Li is not in Putian now, I really can't call this person out."

Chili Wenlong said again: "Okay, it's fine if you don't hand it over, but you put the murderer who killed Master Situ in Putian Temple, how should you explain to the world?"

Abbot Ziming bowed his head and said, "I don't know what the benefactor said?"

Chili Wenlong sneered and said: "Putian Temple doesn't distinguish between black and white. You are ashamed of the Buddha at the top and the heroes of the world at the bottom. Tell me that you have no face in Putian Temple and then stand here. Why don't you just break up and return to the vulgar? If there is no more interference, if you are afraid of losing your life, I can recommend you to find a job under the tent of Marshal Jin Wushu, which is far better than this ancient scroll, I wonder how Master Abbot will do it?"

Before Ziming could answer, the monk Ziqing behind was already flushed with anger. Regardless of someone blocking him, he strenuously stepped forward and reprimanded, "You bastard! A place where Buddhism is purely cultivated, how can such a golden dog like you be allowed to speak so shamelessly!"

When Ziqing opened his mouth to curse, those people behind Chili Wenlong were all eager to try, obviously they couldn't bear it anymore, but Chili Wenlong was very calm, and said with a smile: "This is Master Ziqing, right? I can't think of you You are old, but your temper is still the same. How many times have you violated the precept of anger? Didn’t the Buddha punish you? Also, I think the master seems to be hurt seriously. I don’t know who is so bold to hurt you. An eminent monk of Putian Temple."

Ziqing was seriously injured by Li Wenxuan that day. Although he recovered a lot after recuperating for a few days, when he got angry at this moment, he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat. Ziqing frowned and forced the mouthful of blood back. He said again: "Chili Wenlong, you don't have to go around in circles today. It is fake that you are looking for Li Wenxuan. It is true that you want to get rid of me in Putian Temple. I have 480 disciples in Putian Temple, but you only have about twenty people. I advise you to think clearly. Well, if there is a real fight, I'm afraid you won't get the slightest advantage!"

Chili Wenlong sneered, his eyes skipped over to Ziqing, and he scanned the injured monks, and said again: "I heard that the Great Sumeru Formation in Putian Temple is unparalleled in the world. Since I am here today, I really want to see it." Otherwise, after today, there may be no such big Sumeru Formation in the world, Abbot Ziming, can you show me your face today?"

(End of this chapter)