He was covered in dust and his chest felt like a blockage.
In a panic, the eight characters "He who has no roots will be killed will be ominous" entered Liu Zhongyi's ears without missing a word.
It was like eight slaps on the face, hard on the face. Liu Zhongyi felt cold sweat, his hair was stained on his clothes, his face was swollen with shame, and he couldn't bear the shame and anger! He wished that the person who insulted him would have his muscles cramped and skinned, his bones broken and ashes thrown away!
However, the situation is stronger than the people. Today, I suffered this unreasonable disaster. I made a lot of mistakes, but they were all wrong. Li Changyuan acted recklessly, caused trouble, and caused himself to be taken as a hostage. He was trampled under his feet, and his face was shattered...
Just as Liu Zhongyi was thinking this, Monk Yuan Xiu's clogs stepped on his face again. The pain was so painful that he couldn't help but slap the ground and cry out in pain: "Li Changyuan - Mr. Li! Master Li... wuwu...
It hurts me to death, please save me..."
Monk Yuanxiu said with a cruel smile: "Li Changyuan, save the eunuch or the apprentice? You choose one! The poor monk has limited patience, and I only give you ten breaths to think about it. Ten——! Nine——! Eight——! Seven..."
All the Taoists were angry, and Eunuch Liu couldn't help but wail.
Li Changyuan's eyes were red, almost spitting out fire: "Yuan Xiu! Don't think that if you are protected by Yuan Zai, Wang Jin and his ilk, you can do whatever you want! After all, the Taoist sect is orthodox in the prosperous dynasty, and the saint will never tolerate Yuan Zai and his ilk.
You are bringing trouble to the imperial court. Today you lead a group of people to assassinate me, and I will not argue with you. But if you insist on threatening Eunuch Liu’s life, and even try to attack my disciples, I will never let you go!"
Yang Chaoxi stepped aside, his sword slightly lowered, and his face stern. He knew that his master's love for him was a bet with Eunuch Liu's life. The bet was that Monk Yuan Xiu was still a little wary of the imperial court. In full view of everyone,
It should not lead to the indiscriminate killing of courtiers.
But looking at Yuan Xiu's arrogant attitude, most of the sword in his hand was already placed on Liu Zhongyi's neck. The blade scratched the skin, and two blood lines slid along the blade to one end, gathering into dripping blood beads. Mr. Liu
Immediately, he let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.
If Yuan Xiu killed Liu Zhongyi in a fit of rage, and then fled with a group of assassins. Even if the witnesses could testify, the perpetrator was definitely not Li Changyuan, and his master Li Changyuan would probably have a bad reputation of "not saving anyone even if he saw death." In the end,
He was criticized by Yuan Zai, Wang Jin and others, and then criticized by saints...
When Monk Yuan Xiu heard this, he seemed a little moved, but he still continued forcefully: "Four——! Three——! Two——..."
"Save someone under the knife!!"
A clear shout suddenly sounded, and Yang Zhaoxi stood up and stood side by side with Li Changyuan. The Shadow Sword was put behind his back. The hilt was green and green, with a simple pattern, just like two dragons circling.
Seeing that Yuan Xiu ignored him, Yang Zhaoxi immediately picked up a sunspot and flicked it to his side. With a cry of pain, the black scarf on one of the three assassins who had just been restrained had already been taken off. Blood was dripping between his lips and teeth.
, but his teeth were smashed by Heizi, and even his screams became indistinct.
Monk Yuanxiu became even more angry, but the sword in his hand was fixed there, neither going deep nor moving away. He gritted his teeth and said, "Little Zaha! If you dare to hurt anyone from my Shimen again, it will be your master."
I can’t protect you!!”
Yang Zhaoxi was not afraid at all. He turned his hands and found six or seven more black stones between his fingers: "Old bald donkey! If you don't take the knife away, the remaining chess pieces will destroy the moves of those three people."
, break your knees and elbows again! They won’t be able to get up even if you ask them to!”
Seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, the group of Taoists admired Yang Chaoxi's wisdom and bravery, but they couldn't help but feel a little sweat for him.
Lian Jiangping, the eldest son of Hongdaoguan Dynasty, and Shang Sizuo, the eldest son of Chun, stood aside and whispered. They were curious about how this Chong Lingzi had just thrown away the chess pieces and the black stones, but where did he get these many black stones? Could it be that
Is it the magic of "retrieving objects from the air"?
When Yuchi Yuan heard his disciple's discussion, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's just a blind trick! I guess I learned it from Taoist Master Gongsun of Shangqingguan. It's called 'The Universe in the Sleeve', which allows you to hide things in your sleeve and use them at will."
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Lian Jiangping and Shang Sizuo nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "It turns out to be an acrobatic illusion in Baixi Opera."
Monk Yuanxiu's expression changed, and he was uncertain. After a long time, he finally took the sword back and said, "You little bastard! You have the guts! Today the poor monk is defeated by your numbers, so I will spare this castrate's life! He's just a poor man!"
The monk has been at odds with your master for many years, and I never believe that he is willing to let us go!
It’s essential that you, the disciple, be the ‘middleman’ again so that I can escape unscathed! Hehe! If you refuse to agree, let’s not waste words anymore, let’s see the truth under the sword!”
Seeing that Monk Yuan Xiu had softened his words, Yang Chaoxi immediately put the sunglasses away, raised his eyes and asked, "How to be this 'middleman'?"
Monk Yuan Xiu put the sword on his shoulder, glanced at Li Changyuan mockingly, and then said to Yang Chaoxi: "You will take off the sword from your body, and then help my brothers over to protect me when I leave Guanlifang."
.As for this eunuch, I don’t care about this poor monk! I will return it to your master..."
"Chong Lingzi, no!"
"Junior Brother Yang, don't believe his lies!"
“What kind of trust can there be in a person who kills people for money?”
"..."
Before Monk Yuan Xiu finished speaking, the crowd of Taoist priests were immediately excited. Li Changyuan also said in a cold voice: "Yuan Xiu! Don't think that I only know the details of your origin! When we fought just now, you released the four skills of the sect -
-'Glazed Palm, Thousand Buddha Palm, Gallo Bay Leaf Palm, Prajna Vajra Palm', all appear in this view. I will know that among you group of assassins, there must be Xiangshan Temple, Chonghua Temple, Baima Temple, and Shaolin Temple.
He is a warrior monk, and his position in the temple is certainly not low! I will definitely come back one by one one day to seek justice for myself!"
Monk Yuanxiu sneered and said: "The poor monk has already marked down the path, whether it is acceptable or not, so he only listens to this little bastard's reply! Why do you need a group of old bastards to surround you and imitate the croaking of donkeys and the barking of dogs?!"
After saying that, he picked up the ball with one foot and lifted the ball, which weighed 100 kilograms, into his hands.
The cold back of the knife slowly slid back and forth on Liu Zhongyi's cheeks, causing him to cry and howl again. A foul and unpleasant smell floated from under the filthy robe, causing all the assassins to frown and cover their noses from time to time.
The Taoist group and the assassins immediately fell into a stalemate again, with no one willing to give in.
Yang Zhaoxi pondered over and over again, and finally walked up to his master Li Changyuan, took off the Shadow Bearing Sword, and held it in both hands: "Master! You also know that what happened today started with the 'Debate of Buddhism and Taoism'. If it cannot be ended properly,
The conflict between Buddhism and Taoism has intensified, and it is unknown how many temples, temples and nunneries will be involved.
Moreover, at the 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference' the day after tomorrow, the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism must be fighting each other, causing other sects and gangs to get the advantage of others! Therefore, I ask you to keep this disciple's Shadow Bearing Sword for you. Martial Arts Conference
At that time, the disciple will still have to rely on this sword to compete with the heroes of the world!"
Li Changyuan knew that everything he said was reasonable, but he couldn't bear to say: "Good Xi'er! This old dog Yuanxiu is full of tricks, you must be careful at all times. If anything happens, call for help immediately, and my teacher and all my fellow Taoists will definitely deal with it."
They stay!”
After hearing this, the group of Taoists made way for a passage. Gongsun Xuantong, Tong Chunxi, Yuchiyuan and other familiar people all wanted to speak but hesitated, but they all knew that the current method was the only way to avoid the death of both sides.
Upon seeing this, Monk Yuanxiu immediately ordered the assassins to run out first, while he dragged Liu Zhongyi and retreated little by little toward the outside of the "Luoshu Tu Formation".
The group of Taoists wanted to catch up, but Yuan Xiu, who had a fierce look on his face, put the sword on Liu Zhongyi's neck again, forcing the group of Taoists to stop their steps. They watched helplessly as Yuan Xiu and other assassins withdrew from the formation and surrounded them, facing the spectators.
Run outside the door.
Yang Zhaoxi carried the assassin who had just fainted from exhaustion on his back, and one by one with one hand, he helped up the other two assassins whose steps were sloppy, and slowly followed Monk Yuan Xiu and others.
After leaving Hongdao Temple and Xiuwenfang, Yang Zhaoxi's face gradually darkened——
Liu Zhongyi was still being held in the hands of Monk Yuanxiu, crying and moaning without stopping for a moment. Yuanxiu didn't take it seriously either. He ran at full speed while teasing him with the back of his knife. He didn't seem to let go of Liu Zhongyi.
Plan. A dozen feet away behind him, many footsteps followed him all the way. It was obviously Master Li Changyuan who was leading the group to follow, to prevent Yuan Xiu from betraying his promise.
On both sides of the street, pedestrians were standing and watching from afar. Watching a group of black-clad and masked people strutting through the street, they couldn't help but point. The more daring ones even turned around to look for the bad guys so that they could check out these black men.
The details of the clothes man.
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't care about this, and suddenly stopped and asked in a cold voice: "Yuan Xiu! The trail has protected you here. The long street is wide and straight, and the thoroughfare is a thoroughfare. You can escape from all directions. Why do you pretend to be stupid and refuse to let go?"
Eunuch Liu?!"
Monk Yuan Xiu turned around and said with a sweet smile: "What the little Taoist said is very true! Just now I was just running away and forgot about this point, so I will return Eunuch Liu to you! We will see you later! Hehe!"
After Monk Yuan Xiu said this, Monk Hui Cong volunteered and ran forward to take the assassin from Yang Chaoxi's back. Yang Chaoxi immediately withdrew and hid, his eyes alert, his meaning self-evident.
Monk Yuan Xiu laughed, suddenly exerted force in his hand, and threw Liu Zhongyi like a sandbag. Liu Zhongyi flapped his limbs and exclaimed, and his 100-pound body was whizzed towards Yang Chaoxi by the strong wind.
Yang Chaoxi's heart sank: If he didn't catch it, he was afraid that Eunuch Liu would break his bones and tendons; if he caught it forcefully, the power of this throw would obviously be hidden, and he looked slim.
My arms may not be able to handle it...
However, the incident happened so suddenly that he could not think about it any further. He immediately threw the assassin on his back to the monk Hui Cong, and he raced against time to carry his inner breath, pour it into his arms, and push forward.
"Bang——!"
After a loud noise, Liu Zhongyi had landed firmly in Yang Chaoxi's arms. The look of fear on his face had not faded, and his limbs were still struggling. Yang Chaoxi felt severe pain in his shoulders and elbows, and his fingers were numb, as if he was catching something wrong.
It is a human being, but a stone man weighing several hundred kilograms.
Before the two of them knew it, a cloud of yellowish powder exploded behind Liu Zhongyi and dispersed quickly.
Yang Zhaoxi was about to put Liu Zhongyi down when he inadvertently took in a few big mouthfuls of it. Suddenly, his whole body felt weak, his legs were weak, and the scene in front of him started to shake!
Then I felt a sudden soreness in the calf and nose points on my knees, the Chi points on my arms, and the four points. My body felt like a puppet that had lost the control of the string, and fell limply. The hot and dazzling sunlight instantly filled my field of vision, making me feel like a puppet.
People feel dizzy.
However, his thoughts were not completely lost. He vaguely heard Monk Yuan Xiu saying to Monk Hui Cong: "Hey, hey, hey! The power of the ecstasy powder I prepared this time seems to be much stronger... Ginger is still spicy.
! How does this little bastard know that this poor monk is also an expert in cutting pulses and acupuncture points... Killing that eunuch is really troublesome, so don't worry about him, just leave him to Li Changyuan... Bah! A rootless person..."
When Li Changyuan and others chased him, they only saw the unconscious Liu Zhongyi and the three erect corpses of the assassins. The corpses had all had their throats sealed with a knife, blood was flowing everywhere, and they gave off a strong smell of blood under the scorching light.
As for Chong Lingzi Yang Chaoxi, it was as if he evaporated out of thin air, no one was seen when he was alive, and no body was seen after he died.