Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The rain is coming from the wind.

As if in order to confirm his words, he may have sensed that in the near future, there may be a **** rain on the Central Plains, a violent wind blowing from the gate, and the doors on both sides hit the wall. The sound trembled.

However, because of the loud noise, I was drawn away from my confused thoughts and awakened.

As soon as a person is awake, some ideas become different immediately.

Even the sensation was extremely sharp.

It was just a flash of light between the flashes of light and light, but it made me more awake, and then I looked up to look at Yan Qinghan, and when he looked at the translucent soft parch's eyes frantically, my eyes It also adds some complexity.

But he didn't look at me.

I thought about it for a while and said to him, "Yan Qinghan, I just ask you, if you get the batch of Folang machine guns, what are you going to do?"

Yan Qinghan looked up at me.

Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he couldn't believe that I would ask such a question. His eyes were full of incredible expressions. After a while, he laughed out loud, like he couldn't control it, and he coughed a few times before Reluctantly, he raised his head to me and said with a smile: "Cousin, the smarter a person, the more silly questions he will ask?"

"..." I was black-faced and just looked at him coldly.

"If such a thing is not born for war, what's the point of its existence?"

"..."

"I look for it. Is there a second reason?"

"..."

Sure enough.

When I first came to the museum, when I heard the uncle Gui talk about the Bulang machine guns, I had such worries in my heart. Such a weapon was born for war. If it is not born, let it go. Coming is bound to be a terrible storm.

I only felt a chill in my heart, but I still gritted my teeth and said, "Yan Qinghan, you have been warned. You don't even have a wife's room, and you don't even slang. Do you still want to start a war and cause life to be charcoal?"

"Hahahahahaha ..."

This time, he laughed a lot louder than he just had, and was even a little bit brazen.

After he smiled, he looked at me with a smile on his face, but his eyes were murderous: "You seem to have forgotten again, I am practicing Theravada."

"..."

"I can eat even Sanjing meat. Those who are not killed by me are naturally killed by me."

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly became furious and yelled: "Absent!"

Yan Qinghan also did not expect that I would suddenly become angry, and I was shocked when I shouted, but I was still arrogant, and continued to curse: "Theravana is the practice? You read so many Buddhist scriptures and read this result. You **** thing! "

A moment of astonishment passed, he calmed down immediately, and looked at me with a smile in his eyes: "Cousin, you have never been disciplined, you have n’t practiced the Dharma, and you do n’t know where you came from."

I didn't speak, I just looked at him with hate.

He chuckled and said, "Well, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Yes, I have been ordained, but that does not mean that I will be ordained for a lifetime!"

"..."

"From the time I was born, a doctor asserted that I would not live to be twenty years old, but I still live to this day, so for the extra ten years, every day, I treat myself as earning money."

"..."

"Since it was earned, I don't mind making a little more."

I gritted my teeth and said, "What you want to make is someone else's life."

He sneered, "What are you doing with me?"

"..."

This sentence, like the last blow, hit me heavily.

Also shattered the last hint of hesitation.

In fact, I have long felt that he is wrong, or that I have been wary of him from the moment he appeared, that it ’s okay to say that I feel something in my heart, and finally I have a sense of understanding, anyway, in him The night before the spiritual seat that sent Zhengjue left, I specifically asked him to talk at night because I was not assured of him. In the conversation with him, I kept tempting him and appeasing him. When I knew that he kept the precepts, there was still a little comfort in his heart, at least he would not do too much.

But he did not expect that he would go farther than I thought.

After so many years of cultivation, he has become a demon with an evil heart!

if it is like this--

I could not help clenching my fists.

Perhaps it was because of the traditional Chinese medicine that made the limbs almost paralyzed, but now the knuckles cracked immediately. Yan Qinghan originally looked at me with a smirk, and suddenly heard the sound of my phalanx, and immediately felt something wrong, and stared at my hand with wide eyes.

"you--"

I gritted my teeth and said, "It looks like you're staying in trouble!"

His face changed, and he stood up quickly, and I already exclaimed, "Uncle Fearless, kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge figure rushed in from the door.

The figure was like a mountain peak, strong and tall. When it came in, it almost blocked the light outside the door. It also cast a thick shadow on Yan Qinghan's face. His pupils contracted sharply, and he looked almost in shock With that tall figure, I heard a roar that sounded like a thunderous sky--

"brute!"

At this time, Mrs. Yan's exclaimed: "Fearless ?!"

People around couldn't believe their eyes and looked at the tall figure in astonishment, but they were not mistaken. It was the fearless monk who rushed into Xitang!

Mrs. Yan lost her voice: "Aren't you gone? Why?"

The fearless monk's pair of large hands made vinegar-sized fists and banged them together hardly. He could almost hear the sound of the crisp bone joint collision. He bit his teeth and said, "Gossip slowly, let's say that the monk is going to clean up this infidelity today. Unjust villain! "

Having said that, he had raised his fist and waved strongly towards Yan Qinghan.

His fist was big and stiff, with whistling winds. I had almost no doubt. As long as he touched a little bit, it was hurt, but Yan Qinghan's reaction was obviously not slow. He immediately turned around, The palms are closed together towards the chest.

The fist of the fearless monk was right in his palm.

And the moment their palms faced their fists, facing up, I saw Yan Qinghan's arms pushed forward softly, and his fearless fists hit his palms, and his arms stretched out. However, by the force of the fearless punch, the whole man glide backwards several steps.

The punch of Thunder was actually resolved by him!

What a wonderful trick!

Although it is now I want his life, I have to admit that he just made him beautiful, even a layman can see the depth of his martial arts, and my heart was agitated for a while-fearless Hengfu hard work against his soft work, I'm afraid the chance of winning is small.

Sure enough, the fearless monk was also shocked by the hand he had just had. He retracted his fist and rubbed his phalanges. Instead, an excited smile appeared on his face: "Good work!"

Yan Qinghan also slowly rubbed his pair of thin hands that were tightly wrapped in bandages. The shock on his face did not go away, and he barely smiled: "Master Fearless is not bad."

"..."

"However, Master Fearless is one of the Buddhists. Do you want to kill someone to kill me?"

Fearless laughed, and at this moment his smile was a little bit hesitant: "I have to make a lion roar when I come, let alone a great monk?"

"..."

"Take your life and live the lives of tens of millions of people. I am afraid that I will forgive me for not complying with the rules over the years!"

After that, he no longer fought with Yan Qinghan and rushed up with his fist.

Although Fearless has been out of the green forest and entered the Buddhism these years, his kung fu has not been saved. When I went to his Zen Temple, I also saw a lot of blunt weapons, although now he is empty-handed, but his fists carry a thunderous thunder. , The power is no less than a pair of meteor hammers, waving only to see the shadows, dazzled in front of him, only to hear where his fists pass, and it is very frightening.

But in the face of him, Yan Qinghan still seemed impatient and impatient. His body was weak, and it was impossible for him to practice this kind of hard work from outsiders. More skills were used to solve the problems, and his feet The kung fu is very good, step by step is very clever, even with a little elegant posture.

For a time, everyone in Xitang watched this battle of life and death.

And I can't wait to reach out and support the floor, and slowly let myself sit up. Although my arms are still a little numb and unresponsive, it is no longer completely powerless.

I looked back at Wen Fengxi and Du Yan. "How are you?"

They also seemed to be aware of the changes in their bodies. Wen Fengxi stretched out her hands and was about to speak. Yan Qinghan on the other side fled away from the punch of the fearless monk and said loudly, "Come! "

Oops!

My heart sank for a while, before I had time to tell them what Wen Feng said, I heard a footstep outside the gate, and suddenly a group of people holding swords and even blood-stained people rushed in to see their costumes. Dressing up are the people who invited me to the carriage with "Nishikawa Yanko" on the road into the river.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw that Yan Qinghan was working with a fearless monk, and rushed forward with a sword.

Immediately, more than a dozen people with sharp blades entered into the battle circle of the two, and the situation naturally fell to the side quickly. Although the fearless monk was fierce and burly, and the martial arts were extraordinary, his fists were hard to beat and his hands were entangled by those people. Fortunately, his body is not weak, although he was entangled, he was not injured.

I was so anxious to look back at Wen Feng to analyze them again. It seems that after such a period of time, their condition is better, only to listen to a rage, Du Yan who was originally sitting behind Wu Yanqiu slammed from the ground, and at the same time A cold light shot out of the scabbard, and immediately stabbed a person's back, straight out through the chest!

Blood sprayed out, adding a touch of blood red to this crimson wedding hall!

Immediately afterwards, Wen Fengxi and several other guards stood up, and they had no time to ask what was going on, and immediately joined the battle.

But when they were in a scuffle, the thin white figure moved away from the shadow of a sword and sword with an elegant gesture. He was dressed in a smart dress, and he was standing at the door with my hand in his hand. The translucent soft parchment smiled back at me.

My eyes suddenly turned red: "Yan Qinghan, you—"