Death Sutra

Shiliping is a small hill, nestled at the foot of the mountains, and is ten miles away from the official road. If you want to get there, you have to cross a weedy field and wander through a nameless river.

If it weren't for the simple map on the letterhead, Fan couldn't find the position of Xiaoqiu at all. He suspected that even the name of Shiliping was temporarily made by the other party.

He summoned all the people in the team to discuss countermeasures. As a result, he only heard a voice. "Starting, what are you waiting for? He will be in charge of several summits, and the dragon king and his shrimps and crabs will be beaten, and we will not run." ”

Not waiting for the leader to order, more than a dozen excited young people have taken the lead, Fan Fanda can only obey the public, personally led half of them to Shiliping to face the battle, and persuaded the other half to leave the protection of prisoners.

Chen Jinke sighed and looked at dozens of rivers and lakes riding horses into the wilderness, all fighting spirits, but he was connected with the boring prisoners. The only comfort was that Luo Shaoxiong also left, to the Luo family. In fact, there is a loyalty to a group of unknown people.

Mao Shaoxiong is not the best person in Luojiazhuang. Before he was six years ago, he was only behind the two brothers Luo Qikang and Luo Qibai. In the last three or four years, he became famous, and he won the first time in the open competition of the rivers and lakes. Like the predecessors, he once succumbed to the lair of the innocent, and personally killed the infamous scum of the rivers and lakes.

Born well, martial arts, and good karma, Luo Shaoxiong’s status is enough to envy any person who has a dream of the rivers and lakes. Seeing him coming, Chen Jinke’s eyes are lighted up, and the waist bends involuntarily. Trembling, no disguise for the worship of the heart. "Luo Shaoxia, do you think when the uncles can come back?"

This is really a nonsense. Chen Jinke thought with dismay that he couldn’t think of a more intelligent word for a while.

From dusk to dusk, Fan Yongda and others have just disappeared into the wilderness, and Luo Shaoxiong stopped. Slightly cold, "Before the night."

When Luo Shaoxiong was in his twenties, his posture was tall and straight, his face was nose-smooth, his face was handsome and firm, and there was such a lack of arrogance. It was perfect for him.

"It is estimated that most of the time is used to hurry." Chen Jinke said with a smile, the two have already met before, this is the first time to have a chance to talk privately.

Luo Shaoxiong nodded casually and showed no smile on his face. He is not more interested in admirers, his eyes are on the face of the prisoner. "The Dragon King will come to save you tonight."

Lin Xiaoshan was active in numb legs and feet, and he ignored the family. Even if Chen Jinke licked the thin chain connecting the two men's wrists, he would not look at Luo Shaoxiong.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, and the sound of the East strikes the West." Chen Jinke broke the cold field. "The Dragon King is just like this. He wants to save people. It is all about Luo Shaoxia. Haha."

This is the first time the **** team has camped in the wild. The general head of Zhenwei Escort is guiding the disciples with the disciples to build tents. There are noisy voices everywhere. Chen Jinke’s laughter is concealed, and only two people around can hear it.

But the two of them did not cooperate, Lin Shan still stubborn, and repeated his views coldly. "Dragon King will not make such a stupid thing."

Luo Shaoxiong had no intention of arguing, holding a long sword in his arms, and looking around without any hope, it seems that he will guard the prisoners tonight.

Chen Jinke feels that this is a golden opportunity to make a good fortune, but he has been thinking about it for several times. They were all perfunctored by Luo Jiajian, ah, and after an hour, he still could not break through the boundaries of strangers and became a "friend".

The night is getting darker, the campfire is burning in the middle of the camp, fighting is taking place ten miles away, and those who stay on the roadside are not willing to fall asleep, all around the campfire, but they are not robbers, they have no habit of drinking and bragging in public, but are divided into Several groups are engaged in communication.

There is Luo Shaoxiong, and he should form a small circle with him as the center. The swordsman of Luo’s family is too cold. Many people walked happily and finally left.

It is said that Hedong Luojia can only be regarded as a half of the Jianghu martial art. Chen Jinke finally has a real impression. He has already given up the efforts of making Luo Shaoxiong and turned to chat with Lin Xiaoshan. Although this is also a wood-like figure, it will be Respond to his words.

"We are also acquaintances, tell me the truth, why should the Dragon King save you? Master Shu is very convinced that the Dragon King will come, but I think he has to save you?"

"Fan used to see the Dragon King. He knows what kind of person the Dragon King is." Lin Hill, like the previous days, refused to reveal where his value lies.

Similarly, Chen Jinke listened a lot and felt very boring. He really wanted to go into other circles instead of being trapped with a prisoner who had no future.

The characters in the rivers and lakes also have high and low nobles. The crowds near the campfire are not formed at random. The disciples of the nine martial arts are self-contained, and it is difficult for outsiders to join. Even the general head of the Zhenwei Escort is nominally one of the leaders. Can only be mixed with the people of the Escort and the Gang.

The third group is in a lower position. They are not so much invited to join the team. It is better to say that they are coming in and looking for every opportunity to flatter the disciples of the gate.

Chen Jinke sighed helplessly, turned his head and glanced at Luo Shaoxiong, thinking that there could be no martial art in the rivers and lakes to fight against the Hedong Locke.

"There are people coming back from Shiliping." The dartmaster in charge of the peripheral warning shouted, the circle in the camp was instantly broken, and the people came together and looked into the dark wilderness.

"The contest is over!" cried an excited voice. Someone immediately pointed out that this was a disciple of the Taishan School.

The ending is obvious, and some people are curious to ask: "How? Does the Dragon King appear? Will there be a master in the Five Peaks?"

The Taishan school disciple appeared in the fire. "The Dragon King did not go. What a **** five summit, is a group of small people. He claimed that he had received the favor of the Dragon King in the North Court. He volunteered for him. He wanted to save the Dragon King's men. All of them couldn’t be beaten. The brother of Haomen’s brother lost more than a dozen. The rest of the people saw that the momentum was wrong. They wanted to sneak away and were all smoldered. Haha, I will come back and let you know. Well, the hundred and ten captives are the whole family of the Five Summits."

Fan used only to bring more than fifty people. Actually caught twice the number of prisoners, those who responded quickly, without saying anything, jumped on the horse and rushed out of the camp, went to meet the winning team, and then talked about this victory. You can also get a little more light.

The Taishan school disciples stayed and smugly told the situation at the time, especially how "Hao Hao brother" was brave and invincible, and played the five summits and asked for mercy.

Chen Jinke couldn’t squeeze in. He could only listen outside, and he was anxious to squat. He said to Lin Shan: "This victory will be passed down in the rivers and lakes for several years. Hey, it’s because of you. I can’t participate in it."

Lin Xiaoshan sneered, "Yeah, dozens of martial art people, even if they killed a wild boar, will be spread in the rivers and lakes for several years."

Chen Jinke ignored the ridicule of Lin Shan, and looked at it with amazement. "Luo Shaoxia? What if you don't see it?"

"Probably rushing to kill a few prisoners and add a story to yourself."

Lin Shan looked down on the characters of the Central Plains martial arts. Chen Jinke has long been ignorant, thinking of a Westerner. After coming to Beijing, I am doing a satin business. How can I know what a real master is?

After half an hour, the Taishan school disciples had nothing to say, but the team that sent the prisoners did not return. The general head of the Zhenwei Escort was more cautious and persuaded the disciples of the major factions to spread. Quietly ordered two darts to go to the news.

Chen Jinke and Lin Xiaoshan retreated to the side of the carriage. A man suddenly came out of the carriage. Chen Jinke’s right hand immediately reached the handle and found out that it was Luo Shaoxiong.

"It's a bit wrong." Luo Shaoxiong said, his expression is even more cold.

Chen Jinke nodded amazedly. In order to express approval, the right hand took advantage of the handle, "Captives go slow, it is estimated that it will arrive soon."

"Besides staying too far from the carriage." Luo Shaoxiong did not seem to hear Chen Jinke's explanation, and issued a reminder in the tone of the order.

"Yes." Chen Jinke reluctantly responded. He was a little angry. He was a good disciple and should not be subjected to such a cold reception.

Luo Shaoxiong turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness again.

The Taishan school disciple stood beside the campfire, and there were still a dozen people around. They wanted to hear more details. They would say it on the rivers and lakes in the future, and they would appear to be there.

One thing flew in from outside the camp. Chen Jinke was one of the first to discover it. He thought it was a frightened birdie. He soon found it wrong and watched it fall into the crowd.

The disciples of the disciples are still not low. The things are still in the air. They have spread out and pulled out their weapons. However, they can see the true meaning of the things on the ground, and they are all surprised to say nothing. The disciples only shouted with a crying cry: "Hao Hao brother!"

The Taishan faction who just showed his talents in Shiliping has only one head left.

The camp was suddenly in a mess, not waiting for the total darts to order, dozens of people have rushed to the direction of the head flying, the figure is not weak.

The total darts are helpless. His orders are not heard by a few people in this team. They have to call the dozens of darts provided by the three major darts. The loud voice: "Be careful, don't count."

Outside the camp, the disciples seemed to have encountered the enemy. It was judged by their voices that they did not fall behind.

Chen Jinke had to admit that Luo Shaoxiong had previously judged that things were really wrong. This was the first time he was in distress after entering the rivers and lakes. He was excited, but he was not afraid. He pulled out a single knife and smiled and said to the prisoner: "I will stay with me." Behind the chaos, I don’t have long eyes, who cuts..."

Only halfway through the words, Chen Jinke can no longer say it.

More than a dozen dartsmen were walking towards the carriage under the leadership of the general darts, and suddenly they shook west and west, as if the legs were so soft that they could not stand.

"Someone is poisoned!" The general dart head angered, his experience is more, but I don't know how it is poisonous. Food and drinking water are all brought in, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

The three black-faced masked people seem to be ghosts in general behind the darts. They don’t say a word, they stab the knife, and after killing six people, other talents have come back, but the whole body is weak, there is no possibility of parry.

Chen Jinke had seen three people for a long time, but he was too surprised to give a reminder.

Looking at the three rescuers, Lin Hill frowned, his face was not happy, whispered: "Is Jinpeng killer relying on the Dragon King?" (To be continued.)