Sometimes, choice is important.
In the living room of the royal palace, Zhang Xuanyi, holding a teacup in his hand, felt slightly calm.
Many years ago, I expressed my gratitude for the choice of protecting some familiar martial artists in the martial arts world, cleaning the rivers and lakes.
If there is no favor for protecting the day, the pressure I have to face today is probably even greater.
only……
As the guest of a royal palace narrated, the three old monks from Dachan Temple became more serious and even solemn.
"Amitabha."
The old monk, who was burly, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name lightly: "Master Zhang, is that beheading knife really so powerful?"
Dachan Temple is located on Dongyang Road, adjacent to Lingnan Road, and far from the northwest. It took them several months to travel along the way, and the news was a bit blocked.
They have heard of the wanted orders of the court and know that they are on the list of mountains and rivers. However, rumors have always been exaggerated.
Even if a young man who is not good enough can be so powerful?
However, at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little moved when I heard the guest official's narration.
Duan Qilong, Meng Hanguang, Ma Longtu, these are all great masters who have been famous for many years, how could they...
"Every sentence is true."
Zhang Xuanyi put down the teacup and sighed slightly:
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have always been doubtful. But after experiencing his battle with Ma Longtu, I realized that the rumors were not exaggerated and there were even shortcomings.
Although the beheading knife was not yet old, its martial arts have reached its peak. I am far from his opponent..."
Far from its opponent...
This sentence was a bit bitter on Zhang Xuanyi's face.
At the age of a hundred years, he admitted that he was not as good as a boy who had not been able to stand for a year. He felt unwilling to accept it, but he had to admit it.
Even if he was not a vassal king, he would have probably retreated long ago.
But he is not a martial artist in the world after all, and he is nearly 10,000 people in his family...
"this……"
The two old monks looked at each other, both of whom were a little surprised.
Only Xu Jing's expression remains unchanged, and his focus is different from the other two: "Master Zhang, does he really have the 'earth-shaking power'?"
"This is information from Six Gates, and it will not be fake."
Zhang Xuanyi was stunned at first, and then he remembered something.
Monk Xujing is the abbot of Dachan Temple today.
His senior brother was the Zen Master Shengyun who was exterminated with his clan brother, Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, who was thirty years ago, with the secret technique of "Buddha's elephant casting"!
He wants to...
“Okay, very good.”
Nodded, said twice, Xu Jing closed his hands and stood up slowly.
"master?"
Zhang Xuanyi stood up afterwards.
Xu Jing refused to answer, but turned to look out the door.
At this moment, the setting sun sets west, and the wind and snow have not dissipated, but he feels an extremely fierce and powerful aura, from far to near:
"He's here."
...
...
Daocheng, as a center of Tao and a place of virtue, will gather with this center whenever there is disaster in the territory.
Northwest Road was not affected by the disaster one day. Before the heavy storm, many families had moved from towns near Northwest Road City.
Of course, wealthy families are relocating, and ordinary people are fleeing famine, and even if they come, they cannot settle in Daocheng.
Fortunately, Daocheng is rich and cannot enter the city, but he still has a livelihood when traveling to and from the city every day.
Outside the frozen moat, there is a large temporary gathering place where tens of thousands of people settle down and join each other to keep warm.
After the middle of winter and the beginning of spring, there may be a turning point with the prosperity of Daocheng.
However, this storm was not only heavy, but also grew. When it grew into Daocheng, people were frozen to death. There was no need to say much about this gathering place.
The group of people left the city gate and had not crossed the moat. In the undissipated wind and snow, they could smell an unpleasant stench of corpse.
"Amitabha."
When they arrived here, Xu Jing and the other three stopped, put their hands together, and recited the scriptures and saved themselves.
The snow here is much thicker than elsewhere. At first glance, it looks like a snow wall piled up by refugees to resist the cold.
But how keen are the perceptions of the crowd?
Under the snow, there are clearly a cold and hard dead bone corpse...
"this……"
Zhang Xuan's expression changed a little, and he looked at the guest minister behind him coldly:
"I told you to properly resettle refugees in spring last year, so how do you do it?"
"ah?"
The guest was so scared that he suddenly realized that he knelt down with a "thump" and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Prince, please spare me. It's not that I'm incompetent, it's really that the snow is too heavy..."
"You still dare to argue!"
Zhang Xuan's face turned dark and waved his hand, and someone dragged him away.
"Amitabha, good, good."
Xu Jing sighed lightly.
The two old monks behind him were no longer very good.
They have seen many miserable facts along the way, but most of them are remote places, and here is outside the northwest city!
A place just one step away from a center!
"I am ashamed..."
"Your Majesty doesn't need to say much. I just hope that you can properly resettle the refugees here through today's disaster..."
Xu Jing's face was expressionless.
"If the master doesn't say it, I will definitely place it properly..."
Zhang Xuanyi looked ashamed.
"Hope."
The silence and quiet no longer speak.
This gathering place is outside the Dao City. If Zhang Xuan didn't know anything, he naturally didn't believe it, and no one would believe it.
Huh!
The cold wind fell with snowflakes. In the wind and snow, there was no sound for everyone, and they all waited with their hands down. Some were depressed, while others felt that the corpse smelled badly.
Further away, many martial artists from the rivers and lakes were watching from afar. Although they had not left, they clearly stated that they would not get involved in this matter again.
During this period, Tie Pafa wrapped his hands around and looked at the three old monks in the distance, eager to try.
The Dachan Temple has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and it can be said to be one of the longest-standing martial arts sects in the world.
Although there were no more events a thousand years ago, it was still the ancestral land of Zen Buddhism, and there were many major sects in the world, and there were many masters.
Although Xu Jing is not as amazing as his senior brother, Zen Master Shengyun, he is also a top master and a master-level existence that has become famous in Jiazi.
He is equipped with various magical secret techniques, and is ranked in the mountains and rivers list before Meng Hanguang, not inferior to the head of the Yunkong Mountain and the host of the Lanke Temple.
only……
"This old prince has a real connection. Even such a big man can be used to move?"
Xie Qi was also watching, very surprised.
In recent decades, the Jianghu Sect has been more low-key than any other period, and many masters of the major sects rarely come out.
A person like Master Xujing has not left the mountain gate for at least twenty years...
"Zhang Xuanyi is afraid she won't have such a big face."
The boss barely regained his complexion.
He really couldn't bear the ups and downs of this day. He was hesitating whether to recover the capital immediately or to recover the capital and interest.
Zhang Xuanyi uses his supernatural powers to regain his supernatural powers, so he can naturally recover his supernatural powers, not only his capital, but also his huge profits.
only……
"Here you come!"
Suddenly, the crowd became restless.
The boss seemed to feel something. Looking up, he saw that in the wind and snow in the distance, there seemed to be a figure from afar.
"Prime Yang!"
Everyone was shocked, knowing that Ma Longtu was probably killed by him, so they came again this time...
‘This is to establish authority!’
The boss narrowed his eyes and was happy to see it happen.
There are not many kings in the world who have a good impression of him. The King of Northwest Zhang Xuanyi is not by his side. Over the years, his dragon sons and grandsons have knocked him down.
Huh ~
There seems to be a wind blowing in the world.
In front of the gathering place, the masters from the royal palace were as if they were facing a great enemy, and they felt an invisible aura coming to their faces, as if dark clouds were lying on the city, and their breathing was a little uncomfortable.
More than just them?
Even Zhang Xuanyi's eyelids couldn't help but hop off, and he felt a chill on his spine:
"He is preparing for the momentum..."
There are three vehicles for martial arts.
The lower ones emphasize skills, the middle ones emphasize qi, the upper ones emphasize spirit, and the upper ones emphasize spirit, and the upper ones are above the martial arts, and the most important ones are the power!
At this moment, no matter how powerful the true energy is, it is not enough to be transmitted, and it can make him unable to help but move.
Only momentum!
"The entrance hall has not opened, and it has already accumulated momentum..."
The two old monks beside Xu Jing were moved and couldn't help but look at their senior brother.
"amazing."
Xu Jing spit out three words and took a step forward.
Buzz!
The golden light that seems to be visible to the naked eye spreads out with it as the center. In a trance, there seems to be a huge bell echoing between heaven and earth.
It is also like an ancient dragon roaring under the stars and moons. This is, Dachan Temple, the dragon roar:
"Amitabha! I've seen Xiao Donor Yang..."
boom!
On the moat, snow was thrown away, and the frozen lake surface was cracked in an instant. As the energy stormed, the wind and snow were shattered.
"The Great Zen Master Xujing!"
A few miles away, Lu Qingting, who was still thinking about how to do it, couldn't help but jump in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked.
I saw a golden bell under the city wall and outside the moat, which seemed to be a golden bell from the sky to the earth, blooming with a scorching light, and its momentum was as heavy as the ground. Looking at it, an unshakable thought arose in my heart.
And in this Buddha's name is the person's actual general will:
Stop!
"The Dragon Roar!"
Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.
His perception was naturally much sharper than Lu Qingting. In this roar of the dragon that was resounding in the wind and snow, he felt the fighting spirit of the old monk.
The strong will of his person seems to be much worse than that of the Moon of Fo Yin, a thousand years ago...
Just want me to stop?
boom!
As we stepped on, the earth moved and the mountains swayed, and the snow and mud rose.
Facing the momentum that was coming, Yang Yu stepped out in one step, and his body was also unreserved. His majestic energy soared into the sky like a wolf smoke, stirring up the wind and snow.
The scorching true energy blends with blood and energy, urging a substantial boiling hot stream, just like a flame burning the sky, and the sun blooms.
The air waves visible to the naked eye are spreading. Wherever they pass, the wind and snow are melted, turning into drizzle, drizzle, from far to near!
"Um?!"
The huge sensation made many spectators feel terrified. The old monk Xujing couldn't help but look a little solemn.
Boom!
The rolling thunder echoed on the snow field, and it was Yang Yu who stepped forward and whistled back:
Chapter completed!