"I have made a war pact with Wanfang. The Taoists from the Thunder God Department of the Demon-Conquering Palace value the pact most and will never break the pact!" The old Taoist had sharp eyebrows and a pair of black and white eyes, shining with an inviolable light.
This Golden Summit Palace belongs to the lineage of Taoism. The world often thinks that this Taoism is a "weak", "introverted" and "quiet and inactive" rather passive religious organization. However, from the teachings of "Huangdi Yinfu Sutra"
"Killing is the principle of Tao." It can be seen that this Taoist belief has a very strong martial spirit, and its bloody bravery is concentrated in the Taoists of the Demon Subduing Hall who believe in the God of War of Leibu.
"Good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are rewarded. The old Taoist also thinks that Wan Fang is a good man. Letting him go and letting his brothers go is a sign of forgiveness. If he is still let go now, will this golden-top Taoism be enough to fear? Are people still afraid enough?
?Are you still afraid of the innocent souls who died under their swords?"
The old Taoist asked three questions in a row. These three questions were like the tide of Qiantang, and Yan Zhuo was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that Yan Zhuo was speechless, the old Taoist flashed the Qingfeng in his hand, and his body disappeared like a swimming dragon.
The moon is cold and the sword is cold.
A swarm of birds rose up like clouds.
A gust of evening wind blew by,
The reed flowers everywhere turned white in an instant.
Is it the moon that has given birth to frost, or is it that the sword has turned white?
No one knows, no one cares.
How many fights and killings occur every day in these rivers and lakes, how many black hair and white hair fall in these boundless rivers and lakes. Yesterday they were riding lightly with swords, and today their bones are blooming.
The world is like the tide and people are like water. Don’t sigh that no one will return to your empty boudoir.
The rivers and lakes are like this, with rolling sand, wrinkled water, surging waves, and haggard people.
Wan Fang saw that the old Taoist had come to kill him.
Hold the knife and unsheath it.
He knew that he was no match for Jinding Taoist, but he still had to draw his sword out of its sheath. Courage, this toad never lacked the courage to fight. He stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes were shining brightly, and a steel knife was placed across his chest.
Put on a defensive-to-offensive stance.
"It's good to be able to defeat this Taoist, and it's good to be able to protect your brothers." Wan Fang thought in his heart, seven points of fear were gone, and nine points of pride were stronger.
"Cang Lang" was heard, and the swords met and sparks exploded like meteors.
Wan Fang withstood the sword, turned around, and struck out with a sword.
The blade of the knife passed against Lao Dao's sleeve, and the long sword had pierced Wan Fang's ribs.
Wan Fang knew that he could not dodge this sword, and he also knew that this sword would pass under his ribs, first through his liver and gallbladder, then through his heart and lungs, and finally through his shoulder blades.
This is a very light sword, and his pain will not last long.
A smile appeared on Wan Fang's lips. Life or death was decided. He was still a toad. It was a pity that he did not become the boss of Yunmeng Lake...
"Bang" heard another sound of swords clashing, and three figures had already rushed in front of Wan Fang.
One of them used his own flesh and blood to withstand the old Taoist's sword. The wound was like a bloody wound from his abdomen to his waist, and his bloody intestines immediately flowed to the ground.
"Brother, I...I..."
Before the knife-blocking brother could finish a sentence, he fell limp to the ground.
Wan Fang looked at the brothers in front of him and was stunned. Then his eyes lit up and he said: "Damn it, I will fight with you, ah ah ah ah!" As he shouted loudly, the brothers of the Qinglong Society were all shocked.
, rushed towards the old Taoist one after another. "Live and die together, live and die together!" They shouted as they rushed. This was their oath to gather together and also their clarion call to die.
How can we live alone without the leader! Some of them jumped up, some fell into the water and dug the boat, and some picked up the harpoon and threw it at the old road.
Human silhouettes, water shadows, cross shadows, a moment of longing.
The cry of killing was like a dragon roaring and thunder rolling, exploding on the vast surface of Yunmeng Lake. The waves suddenly rose and the evening wind also screamed mournfully.
But a worm is a worm after all, and cannot shake the elephant.
The old Taoist sword was brilliant, like a dragon or a phoenix dancing in the dark night. He slashed horizontally, slashed vertically, and stabbed all the surrounding river bandits back. Although his strikes were sharp, he still left some room.
In fact, it is benevolence and righteousness not to kill someone who is injured.
But the blood of the river bandits from the Qinglong Society was so strong that they did not retreat even if their hands and feet were cut off. With another shout, Wan Fang and more than a dozen people jumped up like fleas and rushed towards the old Taoist.
More than ten people came aboard together. Although the old Taoist was not afraid, he could no longer show mercy. There was only so much room in this small boat, and these more than ten people boarded together. If they couldn't dodge, they would end up hurting their lives.
I saw the sword light of the old Taoist rising sharply, and he was about to use the "Lei Jue Sword Technique", the unique sword technique of the Demon-Conquering Palace of the Golden Summit Palace. This Demon-Conquering Palace believes in the gods of the Thunder Department, and their sword techniques are all violent and strong.
The move is extremely hard and rigid, and once it is performed, it makes thunder and wind, making it invincible.
But Wan Fang's eyes were red at this moment. Regardless of the thunder, lightning, and thunder, he jumped in front of Lao Dao with a single stride, and the brothers of the Qinglong Society behind him were not to be outdone, and rushed forward despite the sword wind.
The old Taoist's expression dimmed, and he sighed: "Tonight I will have to bear the blood debt again, and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord will punish me." He thought like this, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword wind was like a thunderbolt, and it hit seven people in a row.
Wan Fang had just landed on the ground, and before he could stand firm, seven brothers had fallen beside him. Looking at the brothers who were limp on the ground, he was even more energetic. He rushed towards the old Tao as if he was desperate, slashing left and right, without any plan. And he
The same goes for the brothers of the Qinglong Society. They were so red-blooded that they started to attack one after another, killing each other indiscriminately.
Yan Zhuo looked at the flash of swords and swords on Lao Dao's boat, and felt panicked and anxious. He was worried that Wan Fang would be killed by Lao Dao, and he was also worried that Lao Dao would be hurt by Wan Fang.
In a panic, a man stood up and rushed towards Lao Dao's side.
Although his skiing was brisk, he mustered up his inner energy when he landed. As soon as his feet landed on the boat, a cloud of water mist exploded around him, blocking everyone's attack, and using the water mist to hit 11 people including Wanfang.
The river bandits' acupuncture points were exposed in front of all the river bandits.
"Taoist Priest, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Although Taoist Priest has no choice but to protect himself tonight, incurring so many blood debts is not conducive to Taoist Priest's spiritual cultivation. The Tao Te Ching says: I have three treasures, one is compassion, and the other is kindness.
The third one is frugality, and the third one is not daring to lead the world. The purpose of the Taoist priest to eliminate evil and defend the Tao is to punish evil and promote good, and to give them a chance to reflect on themselves. Being compassionate and promoting good is not the best way to have both?"
Yan Zhuo bowed to the old Taoist and saluted. Seeing that the old Taoist was still hesitating, he continued.
"The Taoist Master let them go today and asked them to abandon evil and do good. When the other river bandits on Yunmeng Lake see them doing good and living a good life, they naturally don't want to live licking blood on the tip of a knife anymore, right?"
The old Taoist sword frowned. Although he did not harm so many lives, but he did not establish authority, how could he make these river bandits fear and obey the law? He said: "But these river bandits have been lazy, how can we make them willing to fend for themselves?
Live an ordinary life?"
Yan Zhuo smiled and said: "If I can make these river bandits abandon their evil and do good, can Taoist Master let the past go?"
"Yes." The Taoist priest answered readily. It does not increase the blood debt and can punish evil and promote good. Of course it is the best.
Hearing what the Taoist Master said, Yan Zhuo turned around and looked at Wan Fang. He opened his acupuncture points with a little finger and said, "Gang Leader Wan, I believe you have heard what I just said. I will show you a way out. You and your brothers have to do it."
Life or death is your choice."
Wan Fanggang had already seen Yan Zhuo's martial arts, and after hearing what Master Tao said, he immediately said, "I hope Master Yan will ignore the past grudges and show me a way to survive."
Seeing Wan Fang's behavior, Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "I have some friendship with the leader of the Beggar Clan. I, the Yunmeng Lake Beggar Clan, can share with you some of the water transportation to ensure that you have food, drink, and life. Are you willing?"
"Ah, Master Yan?" Wan Fang obviously didn't expect it. He originally thought that Yan Zhuo would ask him who the mastermind behind the scenes was. He never thought that it was to arrange a livelihood for himself. At that moment, he felt happy and excited, giving the Beggar Gang
Escorting water transport is a great thing. Who among the five countries and ten sects doesn't know that the Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world and the new leader of the Jianghu Alliance. If you escort water transport for the Beggar Gang, you can feel much more comfortable as a river bandit.
"Not willing?" Yan Zhuo asked.
"I am willing," Wan Fang said quickly, "but I also have to ask my brothers. My brothers have been with me from birth to death. Now I am looking for my own future, regardless of the wishes of my brothers. This is unloyal."
When Yan Zhuo heard what Wan Fang said, he was even more happy, but on the surface he still pretended not to care and said coldly: "Then you ask."
As he spoke, he pointed like lightning and unlocked everyone's acupuncture points.
"Brothers, are you willing to follow Master Yan to do water transportation in the Beggar Clan?" Wan Fang asked loudly.
Everyone had seen Yan Zhuo's abilities, knew that he was working for the Beggar Clan, and that he had a big brother who could live and die together, and share weal and woe. There was no reason why he was unwilling, so they all shouted: "Yes, yes."
Just as everyone was shouting in unison, the sound of war drums came from the darkness, and three warships came against the wind and waves.
