Chapter 23 Songshan Shaolin

Bai Muhan only felt a great sense of oppression in the battle with her, and there was no chance of winning in his heart. Her strange swordsmanship made him feel cold, and he even expected that he would die under her sword.

As a swordsman, it is a great shame to abandon the knife and escape. He believes that even if he wants to die, he will die under his opponent's weapons. Although victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers, if he can die under an opponent who is more skilled in martial arts than himself, he will be honored to lose.

Bai Muhan met countless enemies. As a famous killer in the world, he had never felt that death was wavouring to him like today.

Long Yaner has never killed anyone. She doesn't want to kill people. Just for Tianhong, in order to punish evil and promote good, she has to kill today.

The moon penetrated into the clouds, and it suddenly became dark.

In the dark, Long Yaner threw out the long sword, and the long sword shot straight at Bai Muhan.

Bai Muhan thought he had escaped the sword, but he didn't want to flash with a cold sword, but suddenly turned around his neck.

A fear before death devoured him, reflexively reaching out to touch the sword on his neck, but he didn't want to touch the cold body.

A word 'snake' immediately flashed in his mind, and his face turned into ashes in vain.

He dragged the snake coiled around his neck, but he couldn't drag it down. Infinite fear and darkness were like an abyss.

Death is not terrible. What is terrible is the instantaneous fear before death.

At this time, Bai Muhan's face was frightened.

Long Yaner didn't want his life. Although it was easy to kill a mortal, it violated the rules of heaven; so she just looked at him indifferently and watched him face the struggle before death.

"A good swordsman is not good, but he wants to be a lackey for Wu Kui, an old thief, and do something harmful to the weather. You are more than enough." Long Yaner's voice like a warbler was full of scolding him.

"You... Who is it?" Bai Muhan still pulled the snake around his neck with one hand and pointed a knife at her in the other. Even if he died, he would not let go of the knife in his hand. Although the blood all over his body now seemed to be condensed, his mouth pretended to be calm.

"You don't need to know who I am." Long Yaner held Changling in her hand.

At this time, the snake on Bai Muhan's neck spit out Xinzi, and Xinzi kept touching his chin, making the bulging muscles under his face twitch constantly.

A long ling knocked him off the roof and fell into the backyard.

Long Yaner jumped down and watched him get up from the ground. Before he stood firmly, another long silk was thrown out. Long silk wrapped around his waist and hit him on the pillar beside him. He suddenly fainted and fell to the woman in black.

Turn around and leave the backyard to help others.

There were many corpses of people in black lying on the ground of the inn. Long Yaner secretly used spells to cooperate with Changling to beat many people in black.

Killed for one night, and the sky will turn white.

The man in black was almost killed, and the remaining few also fled.

Wu Kui led a team of people to the inn.

Looking at the body on the ground: "Check carefully to see if it is alive."

The shopkeeper standing beside him lowered his head and trembling, not daring to look at the master.

In a short time.

After the examination, Li Yu reported: "Master, there is a man who is unconscious, and there is also a coma in the backyard."

"Became me." Wu Kui looked angrily: "Look at the sageless one first."

When I came to the corner of the inn, there was a hut not far from the side. I saw one lying on the ground, and a squatting on the side was shouting and saying something.

Wu Kui walked over and looked at the body lying on the ground. He saw a big and frightened expression on the deceased's eyes. There were no fatal scars on his body, no sword marks like those on other corpses. Looking at the one squatting on the side, he kept muttering but couldn't understand what to say.

"This was scared to death." Wu Kui sighed and stood up: "What can scare a killer to death and a fool?"

Wu Kui was very puzzled.

When I got to the backyard, I saw two people lying on the ground. One was his adopted daughter, Wu Shuqin, who had been killed by a sword, and a pool of blood on the ground had dried up and purple.

The other is Bai Muhan, one of the captains of his team in black, who reached out and looked at his nose with a trace of remaining: "Take it back for treatment immediately."

He lost dozens of black clothes in one night. Wu Kui was sad and indignant. He couldn't figure out that his black clothes were carefully selected masters. How could he deal with several monks so fiasco? There must be something strange.

Who is in the ambush among them? Where did these monks get so many reinforcements along the way? All this is unknown to him, Wu Kui.

In the first battle last night, all the people in black who were sent did not return. Today, I went to the inn to count the number of people and found that there were still five people missing. Where did these five go?

"Call the shopkeeper." Wu Kui ordered people to carry all the bodies of the man in black.

"... Too... Too... The shopkeeper looked at Wu Kui with an angry face.

"You tell me honestly, what happened here last night? How many people are there to fight against each other? Wu Kui stared at the shopkeeper angrily.

"back to Taishi... Specifically not... No... I know... At that time... It's dark... I can only hear the sound of sword fighting everywhere, no... I didn't dare... Come out and have a look." The shopkeeper looked back uneasy, and his body couldn't help trembling.

"When did those monks leave?"

"I checked out before dawn this morning."

Li Yu: "Will the master chase it?"

Wu Kui walked out of the inn: "I'm afraid I'm not in a hurry. I've been going to Songshan for more than half a day. When we catch up, it's the boundary of Songshan Shaolin Temple; if we do it in the Shaolin Temple boundary, we must startle the monks in the temple."

"So that's it?" Li Yu followed the master.

"Go back first and find another way." Wu Kui turned over and said, "If the emperor hasn't returned to the palace, he must go back first to avoid making branches. If you stay and take care of Bai Muhan, you must cure him. I want to know who is in their ambush."

"Yes"

"There is Song Mountain in front of you. You can escort it here! Those people in black will not do anything in the Shaolin Temple. Ling Tianhong hugged Lin Yun and others and said, "Thank you for your help. Ling is very grateful."

"Why did the bodyguard say this? You and I work for the emperor, and we should help each other." Lin Yun also punched Ling Tianhong.

"See you later"

"See you later"

Lin Yun and others left.

Ling Tianhong and his party went to Songshan. When Master Yuan saw them, he asked, "What about the abbot and Dawei?"

Master Fang pinched the Buddha beads in his hand: "Amitabha" then pulled Master Yuan aside: "They have all gone west..."

“.....” Master Yuan "Amitabha Buddha..."

"Master" Ling Tianhong came over to Master Yuan and took out the 'decisive swordsmanship' swordsmanship in his arms: "This swordsmanship apprentice has learned all. Now he will return it to the master and leave it to other brothers to learn."

Master Yuan was extremely surprised: "Have you learned everything? Really?"

Ling Tianhong nodded.

"Okay, it's worthy of the martial arts wizard 'sword'. It's up to you to carry it forward." Master Yuan pinched the Buddha beads and nodded admiringly.

"Master, come with me." Ling Tianhong led Master Yuan to the secluded side courtyard.

"Tianhong, is this...?"

"Master, look, the apprentice will practice the last few exercises for you."

Ling Tianhong showed the last few swordsmanship exercises to Master Yuan. After reading it, Master Yuan couldn't help smiling: "So it is. I didn't expect the last few tricks to be so powerful."

"I never thought that these last few types were so powerful." Ling Tianhong put away his sword.

"Tianhong, would you like to stay in the temple as the master of the disciples of the Su family?" Master Yuan hung the Buddha beads around his neck and looked at him with a smile.

Tianhong looked embarrassed and took out the card of the chief bodyguard and handed it to Master Yuan: "It's not that the disciple doesn't want to, it's... Now the disciple is already a guard of the imperial court. After sending his brother to Songshan, he will go back to the emperor's order.

Master Yuan nodded with understanding.

"The disciple promised to serve the emperor, the purpose of which is to help the emperor cure the old thief Wu Kui and avenge my Tieshan Temple." Ling Tianhong was indignant when he thought of the brothers killed that day.

"Wu Kui is not easy to deal with. He must be more careful. This person is ambitious and must be eradicated to avoid the suffering of the people in the future." The two walked back to the main courtyard together.

"Remember, apprentice."

"When will you go down the mountain?"

"If the disciple wants to go down the mountain tomorrow, he will help the emperor eradicate the old thief as soon as possible."

"It's so fast. Let's take a rest for a day or two before going down the mountain!" Master Yuan looked at Ling Tianhong's eyes with dark circles, and he must have not slept well for many days.

"Okay, then take one more day off before leaving." Ling Tianhong also felt a little tired these days: "Master's sword score must be hidden. I'm afraid that Wu Kui will send someone to steal."

Ling Tianhong lay on the roof of the bell tower of the temple, with his feet crossed, and his hands pillowed his head to look at the night sky.

The dark night carries a cool breeze, with a little fragrance of flowers and plants, and the shadow of the trees in the temple.

Ling Tianhong was about to close his eyes, but he heard the sound of broken footsteps in the distance, which could not be noticed carefully. He hurriedly turned over and lay on the roof, but saw a dark shadow jumping on the roof in the distance, heading towards the direction of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Ling Tianhong followed closely. Seeing that the other party was messing with the window on the second floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, he jumped in and then closed the window. Ling Tianhong hid outside the window, gently poked the window paper with his fingers with some saliva, and squinted along the small hole to see the movement inside.

The other party opened a small bamboo tube to brighten up the spark inside and rummaged through the faint light on the bookshelf.

It turned out that it was stolen, but I don't know what scripture secrets I want to steal. As we all know, in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, there are rare scriptures and martial arts secrets, and there are many people who come to steal.

I was thinking about how the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was so relaxed. When it was so easy for people to touch, the attic sounded a pleasant bell, as if it had touched the wind chime.

Suddenly, the temple ** got up, and a group of monks ran to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

When the thief saw that the matter was exposed, he hurriedly blew out the fire sickle and kicked it into his arms. He jumped out of the window but was stopped by Ling Tianhong.

When the other party saw someone blocking it, he stretched out his hand and threw something on the ground, and suddenly thick white smoke rose on the ground.

When the smoke dissipates, the thief has disappeared.