Great Dao Ji

Sigh~

The horse cried sadly, and fell into the yellow sand with its headless body, and the dust filled the air.

In the filled wind and sand, Zhao Tianfeng was shocked, and felt that the air in front of him seemed to have turned into an invisible wall.

The galloping horse seemed to be stagnant in the sky.

Not only the horse, but also the flying sand seemed to be stagnant in the air.

He looked up and saw a man in a green hat walking in the blowing sand. He was several miles away the moment before, and he was in front of him the next moment.

Someone arrived first, and then he heard a plain voice like the collision of gold and jade:

"Good talent, good bones, meeting me in a deadly situation, luck and opportunity are also top-notch"

It seems that the speed of the person coming is even faster than the sound.

The shock made Zhao Tianfeng stunned.

Looking at the child with tears still on his horse, a faint ripple appeared in Pang Wanyang's indifferent eyes:

"Before the challenge, I met a child who can inherit my mantle. Interesting, interesting."

With his martial arts skills at this level, even if he is not proficient in the art of looking at qi, his perception of the veins of heaven and earth is already very deep.

Ordinary people may think it is a coincidence, but he does not think so.

Under the interaction of qi, he can feel that the boy's roots, understanding, and opportunities are all top-notch, and he is an excellent candidate to inherit his mantle.

Naturally, it is a very interesting thing.

Plop~

The stagnant sand and wind flowed, and the child and the frightened horse fell into the sand and wind together on the horse.

Once it reached the bottom, the frightened horse had lost its movement.

Zhao Tianfeng struggled to get up and looked at the man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, wearing a green shirt, but with a heavier breath than a mountain.

Suddenly, he was inspired and bowed down:

"Hero, hero, please, please save my grandfather!"

"Hero?"

Hearing this word, Pang Wanyang couldn't help but smile coldly:

"You mean the caravan seven miles away? All the people are dead."

"Ah?"

Zhao Tianfeng trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed again:

"Grandpa, Grandpa"

Pang Wanyang looked at the boy crying indifferently, without any fluctuation in his heart. He had seen too many similar things.

The reason why he was interested in stopping was just because he was a little curious about seeing such a boy.

"Hero, please, please avenge my grandfather."

Zhao Tianfeng kowtowed repeatedly:

"I will repay your kindness even if I work like a cow or a horse."

His face was buried in the mud and sand, but he didn't hear the man's reply for a long time, and suddenly looked up.

In the wind and sand, the man in green had gone far away.

"Hero, hero!"

Hearing the shouts behind him, Pang Wanyang looked calm and unperturbed.

Before the war, if he met a young man with extraordinary talent, if it were someone else, he might choose him to inherit his mantle, thinking it was destiny.

But that was an ordinary person, definitely not him, Pang Wanyang.

If he wanted to pass on his mantle, why would he need any talent and physique? As long as he could inherit his martial arts, even if he was a waste, he would be a genius.

What's more, he had a better choice.

Huh~

A graceful white shadow flashed by and landed behind him, with a fragrant breeze. It was Madam Bai Lian.

Madam Bai Lian asked in surprise:

"That young man has excellent physique, and what's more rare is that his aura seems to be attracted to you. I thought you would bring him with you."

For decades, Pang Wanyang had not been to the Six Hells Holy Mountain.

And every time he went down the mountain, he would teach a young man with excellent physique and physique, perhaps to train his opponent, or because he found it interesting.

But this young man is clearly the best choice, but he

"For decades, every time I see a young man, I always pass on some tricks, looking forward to some surprises in the future"

Pang Wanyang's footsteps were slow in the wind and sand, just like his voice:

"Now, it is not necessary. Because

There are enemies in the world!"

"Grandpa"

Zhao Tianfeng's fingers were deeply sunken in the mud and sand, but his tears had dried up.

He did not blame the man in green for not avenging himself, because that was the most normal thing. He only hated that he could not avenge his grandfather at this time, and even escape seemed impossible.

Looking at the horse thieves galloping over, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the bald man's scimitar in the yellow sand, and lifted it.

Plop~

He staggered and fell into the sand and dust, and he couldn't lift it.

"Grandpa, your grandson is looking for you"

He laughed miserably.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he suddenly heard the sound of Buddhist chanting in the void, which could not be covered by the wind and sand.

He opened his eyes and looked, only to see yellow sand rolling in the distance.

A line of monks with bare shoulders and cassocks were carrying a Buddhist palanquin and coming slowly.

The palanquin was extremely luxurious, decorated with agate, gold, silver, glass, coral, giant clam, red pearls, agate and other treasures, shining brightly in the wind, sand and sunshine.

In front and behind the palanquin were eight-sided treasure towers engraved with treasure bottles, treasure covers, double fish, lotus, right-handed conch, auspicious knot, victory tower, ** and other instruments.

In the curtain of the palanquin, there was a figure whose face could not be seen clearly, like a Buddha statue in the temple.

The man seemed to be very heavy, and the eighteen monks were all tired and panting while carrying it.

As the palanquin came slowly, an amazing scene happened.

In the midst of the wind and sand, the horse thieves who came on horseback were all like the most devout Buddhist believers, kneeling in the yellow sand, motionless like statues.

He watched helplessly as the wind and sand beat up and submerged one of the horse thieves, but he did not even move.

It seems that it has really become a statue.

It's indescribably weird and frightening.

"They, they"

Zhao Tianfeng's hair stood on end.

Seeing the chariot getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but run away.

But what frightened him was that the Buddhist chariot that was several miles away was obviously very heavy and moved very slowly, but when he turned around while running, the Buddhist chariot was almost catching up with him.

He still wanted to run away, but suddenly he was confused and fell to his knees with a thud.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Zhao Tianfeng was horrified as he watched himself kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped and chanting Buddhist chants.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha trumpet sound like a bell and a bell exploded in the vast sea. Its sound was huge and vast, and it suddenly overwhelmed the seemingly omnipresent roaring sound of wind and sand.

And the sound that sounds like thousands of people singing Buddhist tunes in unison.

Zhao Tianfeng was shocked and suddenly woke up.

Immediately, without any time to think, he rolled down the sandy slope.

After rolling for more than a hundred feet, he stood up and spit out the mud in his mouth and nose.

Then he continued running, thinking only of getting as far away from the Buddha's chariot as possible. It was so weird and terrifying that so many vicious horse thieves died like this.

Phew~

Suddenly, Shapo stretched out a hand and pulled him behind Shapo.

He was about to scream, but found that he could no longer move, let alone scream.

"Don't make a sound"

A low scolding sound sounded.

Only then did Zhao Tianfeng realize that he could move again. He opened his eyes and found that the person holding him was a handsome swordsman in white with long hair and a tall figure, carrying a sheathed sword on his back.

This swordsman is handsome and handsome, with excellent temperament. The only drawback is that he only has one arm, and the other arm seems to have been chopped off at some point.

"One-armed thief, Wu Liusan?"

Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened as he recognized who this person was.

According to legend, Wu Liusan was a lone robber who traveled across the states. He always liked to rob the rich and give to the poor. He also committed major crimes in the capital. He was wanted for many years. Later, he was arrested by the famous arrester Xue Chaoyang and cut off one of his arms. He escaped and wandered in the desert. State has had it for two years.

This was what he wrote down when his grandfather introduced him to many big thieves in Mozhou.

"Stop talking"

Wu Liusan looked serious, looking into the distance through the wind and sand as if facing a formidable enemy.

As a lone thief, his eyesight is naturally excellent.

He recognized at a glance who the old monk who looked like he was in the Buddha's chariot and who was walking in the wind and sand from far away was.

"I'm so lucky to meet the Wheel King and Master Ikkyu, two great masters!"

Wu Liusan took a deep breath and did not dare to move.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Ikkyu, so good, so good."

In the Buddha's chariot, the Wheel-turning King sighed softly and naturally recognized who the old monk was in the distance.

"Your Ferris wheel technique has improved again, which even surprised the old monk."

In the wind and sand, an old voice echoed:

"It's just that this method is not as orthodox as my Buddhism."

"Whatever senior brother says it is, that's what it is."

Chakravartin King did not argue and smiled lightly.

The Buddhist chariot has been submerged in the wind and sand:

"Senior brother, please save your energy to fight Brother Pang. There is no need to try your hand today."

"Amitabha."

Ikkyu recited the Buddha's name for a long time and walked forward unhurriedly.

"call!"

It wasn't until the two great masters disappeared into the wind and sand one after another that Wu Liusan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well what kind of existence the Grand Master of Divine Meridians was. When encountering such an existence, no matter whether it was good or evil, the best way to deal with it was to stay away.

He had no intention of watching the battle on February 2nd.

Seeing the two great masters at this time, he couldn't help but want to leave.

"You kid, you are also very lucky."

Turning his head and looking at Zhao Tianfeng, who had a dark complexion, he frowned again:

"You have already injured your body due to your great compassion. If you experience the wind and sand again, I'm afraid you will die."

"Master Wu, please take me to see grandpa."

Zhao Tianfeng grabbed his hand.

Wu Liusan sighed, threw him on his shoulders, and ran into the wind and sand.

Although he knew that in the wind and sand, the bodies of caravans and horse thieves would all be buried.

Mozhou is filled with wind and sand for thousands of miles, and is larger than any other big state in Dafeng. However, there are few human traces, and there are only some small oases where people gather.

There is a tiny oasis in Mozhou.

This small oasis is extremely small, so small that only a few hundred families live there, and the reason why these hundreds of families live here is because it is the only place where the trade route from Dafeng to Dayan must pass.

They are all working at Hanlong Inn.

As a gathering place, the little oasis is small, but as an inn, it is undoubtedly very large.

Caravans coming and going, horse thieves traveling across the vast sea, and lone thieves would all come to this inn to sell stolen goods, have fun, or replenish supplies.

Therefore, this small oasis has become one of the few safe places in the vast sea.

Hanlong Inn has three floors and covers a large area. Each floor can accommodate hundreds of people eating and drinking.

Because of its strategic location, this inn has a lot of people on weekdays. Ordinary people cannot go up to the second and third floors.

But today, Hanlong Inn was unexpectedly empty.

Because, today, two special guests came to Hanlong Inn, or to be more precise, one.

On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, the proprietress who used to be charming and seductive became unusually solemn, holding a wine pot with her delicate hands and pouring wine for the guests.

"Wanli Yanchen, this wine has a good name, and the wine is also good."

An Qisheng sat by the window, looking at the proprietress with extraordinary appearance, and said lightly:

"I heard that Hanlong Inn has a delicacy made of human flesh, which is quite delicious, is it true or not?"

The proprietress, who was usually bold and daring, couldn't help shaking when she heard this plain voice.

"Dao, Taoist priest, you are joking, that is just what I use to scare those horse thieves and robbers, how dare I sell human flesh?"

The proprietress was in tears, feeling extremely wronged.

In fact, she was scared.

She had never been so scared of a person before, and this Taoist in white was the only one.

She had never seen such a murderous master in her life.

It stands to reason that the top masters have the demeanor of a master and would not bother to kill some small thieves, but this one is different. In three days, he killed almost all the bandits and robbers who came to Hanhai Inn.

And his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He killed thousands of people without killing any wrongly or missing any.

Such a strong murderous nature and such high martial arts.

As far as she knew, there was only the great master who was once called the Blood Demon and now known as the Taoist Wangquan in the world.

"It's not easy to open such a restaurant alone."

An Qisheng picked up the cup and drank it all.

After coming to Jiufujie, he rarely drank alcohol because the wine in Jiufujie had no taste.

But the wine in Hanlong Inn has some unique features and tastes pretty good.

"Master, when will the guests you are inviting come?"

The proprietress asked tremblingly while filling An Qisheng's glass.

With the Taoist Wang Quan here, she suffered not only spiritual fear, but also financial loss.

Although her Hanlong Inn was large and powerful, it also had many people to support. In three days, there were only two guests, one person and one horse. Although An Qisheng did not give her less money, she really couldn't stand it.

"Aren't you here already?"

An Qisheng raised his wine glass and raised it from a distance:

"You are already here, why wait for February 2nd?"

His voice was plain and not very loud, but it penetrated the clouds and wind, covering dozens of miles around like clouds hanging from the sky, and the sound waves stirred the clouds and sand, and the momentum was so great.

It could be heard hundreds of miles away.

"Brother Dao is right, we are here, why wait for February 2nd? Pang Laoer, Zhuanlun Bald Donkey, Mu Qingfeng, Baiyue Old Thief, since you are here,

why don't you show up?"

In a long roar like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

A figure whizzed down from hundreds of feet high, his clothes fluttering, like a golden-winged roc spreading its wings and soaring.

Wrapped in the turbulent airflow, he sank into the third floor of Hanlong Inn.

"Amitabha!"

"Good, good!"

"Since Taoist Wang Quan has spoken, how can I not come?"

As the clouds moved and the wind shook.

One after another, figures appeared outside Hanlong Inn, in the yellow sand for hundreds of miles.

As the sound drifted, one after another, figures swept across, passing by in a flash, in the horrified eyes of the proprietress.

In this short moment, there were already several more figures on the third floor!

The third update is here, good night everyone.