Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 159: I didn't know the Sword God was in front of me (8.604k)
During the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, Zhao Rong had seen lay disciples of Shaolin, who were dressed in the same way as him.

Seeing that they were accompanied by an injured old monk, we became more certain of their identities.

Zhao Rong, riding alone, did not attract attention.

But these people are very wary.

"Boy, who are you?"

The middle-aged man spoke in a bad tone, but Zhao Rong did not bother with him and responded leisurely:
"The world is vast, and there are many people who follow the right path."

The man remained wary:

"Just please stay away from us."

The old monk, who was sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds and had a wrinkled face, opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Rong when he heard this.

"Amitabha, my nephew should not be rude."

He said weakly, "Please forgive me, little donor. They are worried about me and are too nervous."

Zhao Rong was about to respond when a fast horse suddenly came rushing towards them from a distance.

The man was wearing a brown robe with a sword hanging from his back. His robe had wide sleeves and he looked very elegant.

But there was a hint of solemnity on his face.

The old monk closed his eyes again. The visitor did not bother him and went straight to the lay disciples.

"Brother Tan, how is it?" asked the impolite lay disciple from before.

The man in the red robe said, "Brother Xin, Brother Yi, I'm afraid things are not peaceful over in Qingshi."

"I asked the local gangsters and learned that some time ago, the bandits had a fierce battle at Zhaoxian Ancient Ferry east of Qingshi, and many people died."

"If this group of people goes east, they will reach Quzhou. If they go west, they will be in Qingshi ahead."

"Not good."

The lay disciple surnamed Xin frowned, "Our carrier pigeon has only flown over for a short time. It may take more than ten days for the reinforcements from Daci Temple to arrive."

"Master is seriously injured. We should walk slowly and wait for reinforcements."

Another lay disciple surnamed Yi asked, "Do you have any news about the enemy? They are heading north from Yunhe. If they are in league with the people on Qingshi's side, we will be in trouble."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old monk.

I hope that my uncle master will say something like “change route, take a detour”, or simply not go to Jinhua Daci Temple.

It would definitely be safer to go directly to Mount Shaoshi.

Ever since Xiang Wentian showed up at the border of Yuanzhou and Hengzhou, the entire Raozhou was no longer peaceful.

The old monk could hear what they said, but he just closed his eyes and meditated without any expression.

Zhao Rong rode his horse in the front and heard everything they said clearly.

What on earth happened here?
After discussing for a while, the man in the red robe and several lay disciples found Zhu Zongbao, the chief escort of the Zhengde Escort Agency, and Pu Muhan, the chief guard.

The noble lady in the carriage was named Luo. She was from a prominent family in Wushang, Jinhua, so she was accompanied by dozens of guards.

Because the road was not safe, he found an escort agency to protect his life.

After hearing what the man in the red robe said, Captain Pu frowned for a moment and rushed to the carriage to ask a few questions.

Mrs. Luo said, "It doesn't matter if you go slower."

"Just get back to Jinhua safely."

After a while, they found a small village to rest.

The villagers are not averse to caravans and escort agencies, and often sell some local mountain products to them and do some small business with them.

Zhao Rong saw a dignified lady getting off a red five-phoenix carriage, and two female guards came to greet her. Along with her came a little boy, about eight or nine years old.

It's very strange.
The little boy has all his limbs intact and his eyes are open, but he seems to be unable to see anything and needs someone to hold his hand wherever he goes.

Zhao Rong stared at him carefully for a few seconds and saw that his eyes were bright but lifeless.

The weather is cold.

The crowd gathered some dry grass and wood and started several fires.

Boil hot water, cook, and warm your body at the same time.

The woman saw that Zhao Rong was alone and waved at him with a smile, "Young Master, come over here."

The guard handed over a cushion and Zhao Rong sat down next to the fire.

He took the cup of hot water handed to him by the woman and gestured to the child: "Is this your son?"

She guessed what Zhao Rong was asking, and nodded slightly, then moved the Buddhist beads in her hand and chanted "Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva".

I think her sincerity towards Buddhism has a lot to do with this child.

"My son He'er has an eye disease. This time I went out to find a famous doctor for him, but unfortunately I didn't do enough good deeds."

Her voice was sad, and she reached out and touched the child's head.

The child was very well behaved and didn't move at all.

As if he heard Zhao Rong's voice, he turned his head and tried hard to look at the person who was speaking.

Unfortunately, my eyes are dull and I cannot see this colorful world.

Zhao Rong shouldn't have asked about other people's sad stories, but he looked into the child's eyes and wondered, "Has your son been like this since he was a child?"

"He didn't have a congenital disease. He got a strange disease when he was three years old. His whole body was burning hot. It was the combined efforts of Master Fang Jue and the pharmacist from Daci Temple that saved his life."

"Since then, He'er has been unable to see anything anymore."

Mrs. Luo's tears had already dried up, and now as she said this, her face was filled with guilt and sadness.

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment: "Maybe it's because of the blockage of Qi and blood."

The woman's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Zhao Rong a few more times: "The monk at Daci Temple also said so."

"Have you ever tried acupuncture to move the Qi?"

Hearing the young man utter these eight words, the woman's expression changed again.

"Young Master, do you understand pharmacology?"

"I have martial arts skills and am familiar with some acupuncture points and qigong techniques, so I know a little bit by analogy, but I can't say I understand pharmacology."

The woman nodded slightly.

She looked at the young man in front of her carefully again, and felt vaguely that he was somewhat extraordinary.

Not to mention the elusive demeanor, ordinary people in the world travel all over the country, exposed to wind and sun, and always look dusty.

Looking at the young man's hands holding the cup, they were well-proportioned and slender, like a lady from a noble family who never had to deal with menial tasks. There was no sign of him having been exposed to the wind and the water.

Combining these strange discoveries together and relating them to his words and deeds, they are not something that an ordinary martial artist could have.

Moreover, at such a young age, a casual remark of hiss was in line with the words of the senior monks of Daci Temple.
Mrs. Luo has seen the world.

Although the person in front of him is not a hermit in the mountains, he is definitely extraordinary.

He then followed Zhao Rong's words and spoke in more detail.

"Master Fang Jue of Daci Temple said the same thing to you, young master. He said that moving the needles and qi is the way to treat He'er's eye disease. The master specially learned acupuncture for this purpose. What a pity."

"Master Fang Jue said that his skills are not good enough and he is far from being able to draw Qi through the acupoints without hurting my son."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong said "Oh" in a puzzled tone.

"Is there no solution?"

Mrs. Luo immediately shook her head:
"Master Fang Jue said that one needs a person who understands medicine, acupuncture, and is a top-notch expert that is hard to find in the world. Only when these three are combined can one be able to assist others in guiding qi through the acupoints."

"I don't know much about those internal force techniques, but I remember everything the master said."

"I see."

"It's hard to find someone who has all three of these qualities."

Zhao Rong muttered something and drank the water in the cup.

Mrs. Luo frowned slightly. She reached out and touched her cup. The hot feeling from the cup wall stung her fingers, causing her to move away immediately.

She stared at the teacup in the boy's hand.
That glass of water was poured after hers, and it came from the same pot of boiling water, so it should have been hotter.

There was an even stranger feeling in my heart.

Just now she was reciting scriptures in the carriage and was always uneasy.

The Shaolin master who was going to Daci Temple yesterday was covered in wounds, which shows that the world is very dangerous these days.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves outside the curtain, he lifted the curtain to take a look, and saw the young man walking alone. He was worried that he would be harmed by nearby thieves, so he called out to stop him and integrate him into the team.

As she was thinking, she stopped turning the Buddhist beads in her hand, but took out something from her sleeve and handed it to Zhao Rong.

This is an ancient book, on which is written "Golden Needle Ode".

Zhao Rong flipped through it.
"Burning the mountain fire, cooling the sky, Yin hidden in Yang, Yang hidden in Yin, pounding the mortar at midnight and noon, the secret of taking in air, the secret of retaining air, the secret of drawing and adding air"

This is actually an extremely rare and complete set of acupuncture tips.

"Moving and advancing is the method of stimulating Qi. Following and controlling is the method of mobilizing Qi."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and asked, "This is..."

Before he finished asking, Mrs. Luo said directly:

"This time I went to Yiyang to look for Dr. Xu Youzhi, who treated my son's illness. Although he knows medicine and acupuncture, and has martial arts skills, his skills are far from enough."

"This doctor Xu is a descendant of Xu Feng. He felt very sorry, so he gave this copy as a gift."

"Xu Feng."

Zhao Rong remembered, "Isn't he the master of acupuncture who explained the meridians?"

This person is also a master-level figure.

He opened the book again and took a few more glances. The name of the book was Quanshi Lao Ren, a senior who lived in seclusion in Xihe. The Golden Needle Ode was written by him.

After Master Xu's explanation, Zhao Rong actually felt a hint of Qigong techniques.

"What did Mr. Xu Youzhi say?"

Mrs. Luo said with a hint of hope:
"Doctor Xu checked He'er's condition and said that he was not blind. The serious illness that year caused his body to be hot and dry, which caused the qi and blood to rush into the acupoints and faintly touched the fatal acupoints, which left sequelae."

"He also said: Clearing the silt will make the eyes clear."

She sighed quietly, "I go out to visit famous doctors every year, hoping to find that hard-to-find person."

"After thousands of mountains and rivers, I believe he must exist."

Mrs. Luo did not look at Zhao Rong when she said this.

She didn't think that such a person would appear before her.

The child spoke in a childish voice, comforting:

"Don't be sad, mother. It's dark, but as long as you are by my side, I am not afraid of anything."

"Good boy," Zhao Rong asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"My name is Luo He."

Mrs. Luo explained: "He took my last name."

Zhao Rong listened to the crackling sound of the firewood and asked again, "What does Luo He want to see most?"

I thought he would say "Mom" and then comfort him with a few words.

Unexpectedly, the little boy smiled and said, "Big white goose."

"I remember the big white geese in my pond."

"White hair floats on the green water, red palms push the clear waves."

Mrs. Luo took him into her arms and said softly, "Before Luo He got sick, he stared at the geese in the pond, so he was deeply impressed by them."

"He is very much like my ancestors. He loves big white geese very much."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, revealing a hint of doubt.

Mrs. Luo explained, "My ancestral home is Wushang, Jinhua, and my ancestor is Luo Binwang, one of the Four Great Heroes."

Her words were so light that Zhao Rong was stunned at first, but then he found it interesting.

So he asked, "Has anyone ever taught Luo He martial arts?"

"No." Mrs. Luo didn't understand why he asked that.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

It is impossible to have internal strength if you have never practiced martial arts, which would be quite troublesome.

The so-called branch point to draw qi, isn’t that the wrong point?

This is the foundation of the eye-hole qi-infusing method, and it is the most difficult part. Only Ouyang Hesong has mastered the Thirteen Swords of the Shocking Sect on the Blackwood Cliff.

The Hengshan School's eye-point qi-increasing method is simplified through ingenuity.

Only Xiaoqu, who was familiar with the meridians, was helped to open his eyes.

Leading people to circulate qi through the skin and to the wrong acupoints is a big taboo in the acupoint method, and few people in the world can do it.

If Zhao Rong had seen this child a year ago, he would have been completely helpless.

Because this child has no true Qi in his body, there is no such thing as "leading people to circulate Qi", but rather the more difficult "leading Qi and blood to the wrong acupoints through the skin".

It is equivalent to reversing the death point, from death to life.

I'm afraid it's not enough to express it as miraculous.

Doctor Xu probably hasn't practiced the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen, but he can see through the patient's condition. He is truly extraordinary.

Zhao Rong opened the eye disease diagnosis record written by Xu Youzhi.

Yangbai, Qingming, Zanzhu, Yuyao, Sizhukong, Chengqi!

It’s incredible. The six acupoints are connected in series and blocked.

Such a wrong acupoint was extremely challenging even for him.

Zhao Rong flipped through the Golden Needle Ode again. The medical practice of acupuncture and qigong is different from the martial arts practice of internal qi. He read this classic book with great interest.

Mrs. Luo did not disturb him, but Zhao Rong clearly felt that the light was getting dimmer.

There was already a large circle of people surrounding them.

The chief escort Zhu Zongbao of Zhengde Escort Agency, escort leaders Xiang Zhengxiong and Xiang Zhengbiao as well as many escorts all looked at him as if they were guarding against a thief.

The guards of Wushangluo family also looked unfriendly.

Is it possible that a young man who came in halfway and had unknown origins could chat with Mrs. Luo in such a short time and even explain the young master's eye disease in detail?

Master Fang Jue of Daci Temple and Xu Youzhi, the medical expert of Yiyang, were both unable to solve the problem.
You are just a young boy, but you act like you can heal injuries.

The word "liar" seemed to be branded on his face with a branding iron.

It couldn't be clearer.

He must have pretended to meet her by chance, taking advantage of Mrs. Luo's kindness, and revealed the information he had prepared long ago.

Everyone was considerate of Mrs. Luo's reputation and did not interrupt directly.

The captain of the guard Pu Muhan bent down and muttered something in a low voice. Upon hearing this, Madam Luo looked at the young man in front of her again. She shook her head slightly, waved to the guards, and told them to disperse.

The guards were reluctant to go far.

Those bodyguards dared not go far. The more trust their sponsors had in them, the more terrified they became.

This is a human dart.

Once the person died, the reputation of their Zhengde Escort Agency was ruined.

After a while, the rice and the dishes were cooked.

Mrs. Luo gave half of a roast chicken to Zhao Rong. Seeing that Zhao Rong did not refuse, the guards became even more malicious.

I don’t know what possessed the lady, but she even gave me a gourd of good wine.

The young man drank wine and ate meat, pretending to read the medical book given by Xu Youzhi.

Brothers Xiang Zhengbiao and Xiang Zhengxiong took advantage of Mrs. Luo's absence and came to Zhao Rong and reminded him coldly:

"Young man, Mrs. Luo is a kind-hearted person. If you take advantage of others' kindness to do evil things, you will definitely go to the hell of tongue-pulling after you die."

"good."

"You are also from Hengyang. Think about the Xiaoxiang Sword God in the same city. He is the same age as you. You should also..."

Xiang Zhengbiao was just about to make a sudden turn and say something unpleasant.

He stared at Zhao Rong and suddenly remembered something, and a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

He came from Yancheng, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome, dressed in green.
How could it be such a coincidence?

He also remembered that someone had imitated Dongfang Bubai by wearing a blood-stained robe to scare people. This young man might also be such a possessed person.

"What should I do?"

At this time, the young man in front of him continued his words and looked at him with a smile.

Xiang Zhengbiao had already swallowed the "bad words" in his heart, "You better take care of yourself, don't do anything excessive."

After he finished speaking, he asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

Zhao Rong thought he was quite interesting and replied with a smile: "My last name is Zhao."

Xiang Zhengbiao and Xiang Zhengxiong's expressions changed slightly and they stood up a little straighter.

"My name is Fugui."

"What do you think? Zhao Fugui is a good name, right?"

Xiang Zhengxiong breathed a sigh of relief and complained to Xiang Zhengbiao: "You scared me, kid."

It seemed that the boy was just trying to cheat some money at most, and didn't seem to want to harm anyone.

So he gave a few more warnings and stopped talking.

However, the people from Zhengde Escort Agency and the Luo family guards reached a tacit understanding and would stare at the young man from time to time.

After having a full meal and resting at noon, the Luo family guards were very familiar with the route and led everyone forward. However, they walked very slowly because they had to wait for the people from Daci Temple.

After passing the second village, we rested near a roadside tea stall in the evening.

There is no need to worry about accommodation. Mrs. Luo can rest in the carriage, and the guards and escorts are not particular. Find a dry place, sprinkle some snake and insect repellent powder, and sleep anywhere.

After dinner at 15:30 in the evening, everyone added more fire to ward off the cold.

Around the end of the You hour, a group of people came from the direction of Qingshi in the east.

The lay disciples of Shaolin Temple were overjoyed, because it turned out that people from Jinhua Daci Temple had arrived!

With such a group of helping hands, it will be safe for everyone to go through Quzhou and Jinhua.

The abbot of Daci Temple is Master Fang Jue, who became a monk in Shaolin Temple a long time ago, and later returned to his hometown and went to Daci Temple. Now he is the abbot of Daci Temple, and this is how he has a connection with Shaolin Temple.

The leader at this time was Zen Master Xuye, who was Fang Jue's eldest disciple.

"Brother!"

All the Shaolin lay disciples greeted Xuye. Xuye greeted them, greeted the old Shaolin monk, and then met Mrs. Luo.

Mrs. Luo is an old friend of Daci Temple. She comes from a wealthy family and owns many businesses in Jinhua. She donates a large sum of money as incense offerings every year.

About thirty people came from Daci Temple, five of whom were Fang Jue’s disciples, and the rest were lay disciples.

There were all kinds of weapons, including shovels, iron rods, and spears.

"Brother, how come you guys are here so quickly?!"

Xin Guoliang was very excited.

Xuye said: "Master learned that Uncle Fangsheng was going to Jinhua. He knew that there had been frequent fighting in Shangrao and other places recently, so he asked us to set off earlier."

"So I received your carrier pigeon in Quzhou and hurried to the west to meet you."

"I didn't expect you to walk with Donor Luo."

He has a loud voice and is not shy about speaking to others.

Zhao Rong also heard it clearly.

Then he changed his tone to one of concern: "How did Master Fangsheng get injured?"

Yi Guozi said: "We followed our master from Shaoshi Mountain to Putian, and the journey was safe."

"Master Fang Sheng said he wanted to meet Master Fang Jue, so we went to Jinhua instead. When we arrived in Qingyuan, we had a conflict with a group of demon sect members."

"I guess it's the evil sect that's chasing Xiang Wentian to Fuzhou."

"We killed more than 30 bandits in Qingyuan and then headed north to Yunhe. We didn't expect that the bandits had been waiting for us."

At this point, Yi Guozi showed a trace of shame:
"Master Fang Sheng was hit by the Black Blood Needle in order to save me."

"This poison is very strong. Master has been using his internal energy to suppress the toxicity, but it has not improved."

Zen Master Xuye was also surprised when he heard this: "It's actually the Black Blood Divine Needle!"

Zhao Rong listened to them talking and became suspicious.

This old monk is actually Master Fang Sheng?

Why did Shaolin Temple send people to Putian, and send Fang Sheng before he died?

Among the Shaolin Fang generation, Fang Sheng is a top-ranked master.

The group of people chasing Xiang Wentian should not have enough energy to attack Shaolin Temple.

However, the tone of this lay disciple did not sound fake.

There was something odd about this.

From the subsequent conversations between these people, he learned the identities of the men carrying swords.

The man in the red robe is called Tan Diren, and the other man in the purple robe is called Gong Minren. They are the third and fourth disciples of Zhen Shanzi, the leader of Kunlun Sect.

Zhen Shanzi is known as the Sword of Heaven and Earth, and he is also a master.

These two Kunlun sect disciples were quite arrogant when they spoke earlier, and it seems that they have some skills.

As soon as the people from Daci Temple arrived, the speed of the carriages and horses immediately increased.

The next day they arrived at Qingshi.

Then I came to Zhaoxian Town from Qingshi.

I heard that there were constant fighting along the way, but now their troops are gathered together, and not any bandits would dare to provoke them.

The fifth night.

They rested in an abandoned house less than forty miles away from Quzhou City.

The courtyard was so deserted that only four walls were left, but these four walls could block out much of the cold wind.

Several fires were lit in the yard. Zhao Rong looked far toward Quzhou, thinking that he would say goodbye to Mrs. Luo when he arrived in Quzhou tomorrow, and try to see if he could cure her son's eye disease.

It cannot be cured, so I won’t reveal its name for now.

At the beginning of the Xu hour, it was already dark.

The moon's bright light shines on the world, but the winter wind blows mercilessly, causing people to misunderstand the moon's gentleness and mistake its bright light for frost.

Mrs. Luo sat by the fire, holding Luo He's hand and bringing them closer to the fire to keep warm. The little boy's face was full of smiles.

The warmth of the flame gave him a wonderful feeling.

Mrs. Luo raised her head slightly and looked at the young man beside the fire.

Like the Shaolin monk, he always meditates with his eyes closed.

They also talk very little.

It's just that one is injured and the other is not.

Mrs. Luo was staring at the fire in a daze, and the young man opposite her, who had been keeping quiet, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mrs. Luo, don't run around later."

Ok?
Mrs. Luo didn't understand what this meant.

The captain of the guards, Chief Escort Zhu, and the brothers Xiang Zhengbiao and Xiang Zhengxiong, who were not far from her, also heard what Zhao Rong said.

They all frowned.

Xiang Zhengbiao ran to the gate of the abandoned courtyard, looked around, but saw nothing.

Just as he was about to come back and question him, the old Shaolin monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face piled up:
"Someone is coming this way."

quickly
“Dee-dee-dee~!”

The loud sound of horse hooves came from the east, the direction of Quzhou City.

"drive!"

"Hahaha, go!"

"..."

Laughter, the sound of horses urging themselves to ride, and the sound of whips fluttering in the air rose and fell.

The cold night was like a mirror, but at this moment the mirror was broken, and a noisy chaos filled the wilderness!
"not good!"

"It's bandits!"

"The thieves are coming, protect the lady!"

All the people from Zhengde Escort Agency prepared their Anqingzi, and the Luo family guards drew their weapons.

Xiang Zhengbiao and others could not help but look at the young man who was still sitting cross-legged beside the fire with surprise.

This young man's hearing is so strong!
There was no time to think about it and everyone made preparations immediately.

Even though there were people from Daci Temple, they still acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The same is true for those lay disciples.

They grabbed their weapons, formed a battle formation, and rushed towards the courtyard gate.

Mrs. Luo hugged her son tightly. Her first reaction was to return to the carriage, but then she remembered what the young man had just said and immediately regained a bit of composure.

Her eyes turned away from the fire and fixed on the boy's face.

He was as calm as ever. He was clearly the first to hear the enemy coming, but at this moment he seemed to be completely oblivious to the shouting and screaming outside.

This calmness also infected her.

"kill!"

Everyone's eardrums vibrated, this roar of killing contained an extremely strong internal energy.

Master!

Zen Master Xuye of Daci Temple frowned.

With such a master, it is unlikely that he is an ordinary bandit. It seems that he is coming for them.

He glanced towards the Luo family, then rushed out with a shovel in hand.

The Luo family was implicated, and Zen Master Xuye did not want to expand this cause and effect.

Soon, the sound of weapons being exchanged was heard outside!
Zhao Rong didn't want to get involved in the affairs here. Firstly, he didn't owe anyone any favors. Secondly, the Shaolin lay disciples treated him very badly. He could solve the troubles they caused himself.

The sounds of fighting and screaming are getting louder and louder!

At the gate of the deserted courtyard, flames flickered and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

At this time, there were chaotic voices coming from outside:

"That's right, it's the bald man from Shaolin Temple!"

"The news is correct!"

Someone else shouted: "It's clear, the dog traitor must be here!"

"Dong dong dong~!"

The sound of heavy horse hooves rang out again, and a second group of people arrived.

Master Fang Sheng did not bother to suppress the poison, and rushed out together with the Kunlun disciples and lay disciples who were guarding beside him.

Not long after, only seven or eight of the more than ten people from the Zhengde Escort Agency returned.

Zhu Zongbao, Xiang Zhengbiao and Xiang Zhengxiong were all injured.

Most of the guards from the Luo family were in the courtyard. They stood in front to protect Mrs. Luo.

Chief Escort Zhu yelled:
"Damn it, these people are so tough to deal with, they are definitely not ordinary thieves!"

After he finished speaking, he stared at the Shaolin monks, actually wanting to scold them.

These bastards must have been provoked by the monks.

The head guard Pu Muhan was even more straightforward: "Madam, the back wall has been torn down. We will escort you and the young master to the back first."

"No more carriages and horses."

"What happened here has nothing to do with us. The thieves won't chase us."

Before Mrs. Luo could respond, a large group of people rushed in from the gate of the courtyard.

Master Fang Sheng's injuries became more serious, and a layer of black air appeared faintly on his face.

Many people from Shaolin Temple were killed and Zen Master Xuye was also injured.

They could have fought him, but unfortunately Master Fang Sheng was poisoned and couldn't use his full strength.

The lay disciples protected Fang Sheng as he retreated, while a group of men in black came in with weapons in hand.

The more people came in, the more fish-shaped lanterns they held in their hands, and the empty and dilapidated courtyard became brighter.

The two men in black walking in front each held a short knife, and their eyes were on Fang Sheng.

"Hahaha, we just thought he was an ordinary Shaolin monk, but we didn't expect the news to be wrong. He turned out to be Master Fang Sheng from Shaolin Temple!"

The person on the left in the front said:

"When I saw the master, I was so frightened that I wanted to run away on horseback immediately."

"I am no match for the master anyway."

"I didn't expect that the master's power was only 20% or 30% left. Now his face is full of black energy. Could it be that he was hit by the black blood needle?"

The person on the right laughed and said:
"If an ordinary person is hit by the Black Blood Divine Needle, he will die immediately."

"Master Fang Sheng is indeed a Shaolin monk. His skills are so amazing that he can suppress the Black Blood Needle."

There were five people following behind them, who were obviously also masters, and they all laughed slyly when they heard what was said.

"The traitor doesn't seem to be here, but it doesn't matter."

A strong man bows to the Buddha with one hand:
"Amitabha, Master, please lend us your head so that we brothers can take it back and report."

In the courtyard, the Tan Di people from the Kunlun Sect cursed:
"You take advantage of others' misfortune, what kind of ability do you have?"

The sturdy man smiled coldly: "Your sword techniques are all slanting. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Rain-beating Flying Flowers sword technique."

He pointed at Gong Minren who was standing beside Tan Diren and said, "The sword moves you used are different and more powerful. They should be the Thirty-Six Great Prajna Swords."

"I think it's from the Kunlun sect."

Tan Diren and Gong Minren's faces darkened: "So what?"

In front of the big man, the man in black holding a short knife in his left hand sneered:
"Who do you think you are? Your sword skills are so poor, how dare you argue with us?"

"It would be better to ask Zhenshanzi to come."

Master Fang Sheng sighed and said, "You two are using the Water-cutting Knife. The one on the left is good at the Black Sand Palm, and the one on the right is good at the Cinnabar Palm."

"It seems to be the third in command of the Tianhe Gang, Yuan Boyu, and the fifth in command, Ran Songling."

"Am I seeing this wrong?"

"admire!"

The two men in black with short swords in the front bowed their hands and said in amazement: "As expected of a Shaolin monk, his eyesight is amazing!"

"When the master dies later, we will use the door panel to carry you back to give the master a decent life."

Master Fang Sheng looked calm and was not afraid of death.

Instead, the lay disciples under the tutelage showed signs of cowardice.

Yi Guozi said: "There is no hatred between our temple and your gang, why do you want to kill us all?"

The third seat, Yuan Boyu, frowned:
"How can there be an idiot like you beside the Shaolin monk?"

"It's really embarrassing. If I were Master Fang Sheng, I would definitely kill you with one palm."

"We have already fought each other, and both have suffered casualties. How dare you, a cowardly person who is afraid of death, ask such a question?"

"How about this, if you kneel down and call me grandpa three times, I won't kill you. How about that?"

Yi Guozi's face turned pale, and a dozen black-clad masters all laughed.

The black-clothed men in front of him looked around and saw at least seventy or eighty people, plus many masters. The people in the courtyard had no choice but to flee for their lives, to have a chance of survival.

The man in black took another step forward and was about to take action.

The Luo family guards and the people from the Zhengde Escort Agency were preparing to take Mrs. Luo away by force.

right now
The fifth in command, Ran Songling, frowned and looked at the young man sitting by the fire.

Ok?
Where did this person come from? Why is he so disrespectful?

Ran Songling held the short knife and shouted, "Which sect are you from, you little brat? How dare you be more hateful than the Kunlun Sect and Shaolin disciples?"

Everyone's eyes looked over there.

Master Fang Sheng also frowned and took a look.

"Well, since you dumb man won't speak, then you'll die first!"

When Ran Songling saw that the young man did not answer, he became angry.

He was extremely fast, and before he could finish his words he stabbed forward with a dagger!
Master Fang Sheng was about to make a move, but the young man moved faster.

He just raised his hand, and his sleeves fluttered rapidly, leaving a shadow. It was the Flowing Clouds and Overlapping Shadows Palm Technique!
People didn't see clearly.

Suddenly, the fire beside the young man exploded as he fanned it!

Dead wood and leaves mixed with sparks rushed towards the man in black in the darkness like a fire python!
Ran Songling was totally caught off guard. How could he defend against the hasty slash of his sword?

His whole body was full of flaws, and the fire debris that looked like a fire python hit Ran Songling's chest under the powerful palm force!
In the courtyard, the figure in black vomited blood and flew backwards!

“Wow~!”

Ran Songling was caught off guard, but the other two black-clad masters who rushed up were extremely alert.

A short knife and a short gun, attack the vital points!

The young man beside the fire stood up at some point and drew out the sword at some point.

next moment.

Under the illumination of the flames from the mermaid-shaped lanterns in black, a long sword as smooth as water emitted a cold glow.

All of a sudden!
The sword light flashed across everyone's eyes in the courtyard.
The sword light also swept across their cheeks and eyebrows!
The sword light shone brightly for a moment in the deserted courtyard, far brighter than the moonlight and lights!
"Ah~~!!"

At this moment, two terrified screams resounded through the night sky.

The sound was loud and urgent, and stopped even more abruptly!

The man in black who rushed up covered his neck, and his pistol and short knife fell to the ground.

After these two bangs,
The noisy courtyard suddenly became dead silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Cough cough."

Master Fang Sheng coughed twice and put his hands together: "Amitabha."

"How ignorant I am that I didn't even know that Xiaoxiang Sword God was in front of me. What a sin, what a sin."

Courtyard entrance.

After hearing this, seventy or eighty men in black retreated together.

But when the young man in blue raised his eyes and looked at them,
The seventy or eighty men in black all stopped in their tracks.
……

　Thanks to Roger Otarifos, Mental Illness Has Improved, Nickname Already Exists Warning, Digital Brother 20170702034557600, Qiqi's Bookstore, Ruyi Tiange, God of War Reinhardt, and Digital Brother 20230106210621832 for their 100-point reward!

　　Thank you all friends in Jianghu for your valuable monthly tickets and recommendation votes~!

　　('-'*ゞSalute~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)