Chapter 1267 Mad Monk

I don't know who the monk is, I was going to see him, so as not to cause trouble for Zhang Bangchang. But after thinking about it again, since everyone else has found the door, they must know my identity, and it is not a way to avoid it.

"Bring him in. I said to Yi Zhuxin.

"Yes. ”

Yi Zhuxin quickly brought people in.

The so-called monks, dressed in tattered clothes, without a ring scar on their heads, and carrying a tattered broom in their hands, look more like beggars than monks.

When he saw me, the monk put the broom on his shoulder with one hand and waved it with the other, and saluted me: "The little monk has seen the adult. ”

Since the monk saluted, I naturally wouldn't put on a show, so I immediately returned the salute: "The monk is good." ”

Then he asked him strangely, "Do you know me?"

From the monk's body, I didn't see any characteristics of a martial arts practitioner, and he looked like an ordinary person.

Seeing me ask, the monk smiled slightly: "My lord is the king of Bianliang of the Great Song Kingdom, a noble body, and in the past, he was the head of the five tiger generals of my Great Song Kingdom, and his martial arts are unparalleled in the world." The little monk was rude. ”

Oh?

Know so much detail?

"Who are you, monk?" I asked.

The monk made another gesture: "The name of the little monk has long been forgotten in the rivers and lakes. ”

"What about the monk's name?"

The monk spoke again: "The little monk is a wild monk who has become a monk halfway, and if he has no master's ordination, he naturally has no Dharma name." ”

Still playing pantomime with me?

My eyes fell on the monk: "Since the monk is hiding, there is no need for the two of us to continue talking, Yi Zhuxin, send off!"

Hearing my words, Yi Zhuxin immediately lifted his robe, took out a bamboo sword from below, held it in his hand, and slapped it towards the monk: "Monk, since my master doesn't want to continue talking with you, then please." ”

I originally gave her an iron sword, but later when Li Qingqing left, Yi Zhuxin gave her the iron sword, and he continued to use the bamboo sword.

I asked her why she used a bamboo sword, and she told me that she had too many people's blood on her hands, and that if she could not kill, she would try not to kill, and even in the future, when she accepted her disciples, she only needed her disciples to use bamboo swords.

Forehead.

Only then did I figure out that the Bamboo Sword Gate of later generations was actually founded by Yi Zhuxin.

If the old ghost of the Bamboo Sword Gate knew that I was his grandfather, I don't know how he felt?

......

Yi Zhuxin stabbed over with a bamboo sword, and the monk smiled, and he didn't make any parrying moves, but just raised the broom in his hand and stopped slightly.

With a "snort", Yi Zhuxin's bamboo sword stabbed on the top of the broom and was gently held by it.

Seeing this, Yi Zhuxin pulled out his sword and was about to stab again.

But when she pulled it, the bamboo sword didn't move at all, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

She wanted to move again, and I immediately stopped her: "Okay, you stand down." ”

With this simple fight between the two, I can already see that Yi Zhuxin is not a monk's opponent at all.

If this monk really wants to make a move, it is estimated that as soon as he makes a move, he will be able to hurt Yi Zhuxin.

Hearing my words, Yi Zhuxin immediately let go, took two steps back, and stood beside him.

I took a step forward, held the bamboo sword in one hand, and reached out to push forward.

Just as I stretched out my hand to push, a pale golden light flashed on the monk's face, and suddenly he also stretched out his hand and slapped one hand on the top of the bamboo sword.

A golden light immediately emanated from his palm and landed on the bamboo sword at the same time.

was hit by his palm, and the bamboo sword suddenly shattered, turned into thousands of bamboo threads, and stabbed at me!

These thousands of bamboo threads, driven by true qi, are like steel needles, piercing my chest at the same time, and sealing my four reverse retreats of east, west, south, and north!

In this case, I have only two ways to choose: first, to go back with extremely swift lightness, and second, to connect these thousands of bamboo threads!

If I retreat, with my light skills, I will definitely be faster than this bamboo silk that is a few points faster than an arrow.

The only way to do this is to hard-wire.

Therefore, my body is also floating with golden textures, and in a flash, I did not avoid it and went forward.

"Snort...... Laugh at...... Sneer......"

After a few sounds, the countless bamboo threads pierced my chest.

But that's all, except to pierce my clothes, I can't get half a point.

Seeing this scene, the monk's face actually showed an expression of "sure enough".

I casually slapped off the bamboo silk on my body, and was about to make a move, but the monk suddenly waved his hand: "King Bianliang, I think, we can stop." ”

Stop it?

I sneered: Do you really think that this place is to come when you want, leave when you want, and stop when you want?

I didn't bother to bother with him, so I twitched my wrist on my waist and pulled out the blood-devouring knife, which was a knife in my hand.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and it slashes straight towards the monk.

When the monk saw the sword qi, he was taken aback, and hurriedly waved the broom in his hand to parry.

With a soft sound, the broom in his hand had been cut in two.

Seeing this, the monk hurriedly retreated, and I didn't stop in my hand, and swung two more knives.

After two knives, the monk avoided one of them, but the second knife could not be dodged, and I slashed it with one sword.

Seeing that he really couldn't dodge, the monk immediately crossed his legs, sat on the ground, and then folded his palms and closed his eyes.

"Buzz!"

The sword qi was close to his body, and he saw a phantom image of a "golden bell" outside his body, which was engraved with Sanskrit.

was slashed by the sword qi, and the golden bell and the sword qi came into contact, and the phantom golden bell actually cracked a hole!

Hey?

This thing, it's so powerful, can it parry my almost invincible sword qi?

"Golden bell jar!" At this time, Yi Zhuxin, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, exclaimed.

Golden bell jar?

By the way, when I was with the prince and I were driving, he once suspected that I used the "iron cloth shirt", and it just so happened that this golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt were originally the best defensive martial arts of Buddhism, and they were basically invulnerable.

But now it seems that the kung fu of the golden bell jar is not the outer kung fu, but the inner kung fu.

I held the knife and reached out to knock on the golden bell, probably already feeling the degree of defense of the golden bell.

According to my estimates, it only takes three cuts to break the golden bell completely.

Thinking about it, I was ready to do it.

"Wait, King Bianliang! I am a mad monk, and I have a relationship with your disciple Li Qingqing!" Seeing me draw my sword, the monk panicked, and hurriedly said: "I am at the will of His Majesty the Son of Heaven, and I specially came to find you, and I ask my subordinates to be merciful!"

Your Majesty the Son of Heaven?

I frowned: "You are a member of the Seventh Prince?"

It turned out that he was a mad monk, I had heard Li Qingqing talk about it, but I didn't expect to see him in such a scene.

This monk's kung fu is not weak, it is estimated that compared to the Aoki Daoren, it is only a little bit worse, but I didn't expect that there would be such a character under the Seven Princes.

"No, no, no!" the mad monk hurriedly rejected my speculation: "It's Emperor Gaozong of Song, ask me to come to see you." ”

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