It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 419

A figure flew over, and lay between the Emperor Ming and the iron spear.

At a critical moment, Liu Aji broke out the last strength in his body, blocking Lin Shaoyu's fatal shot.

Following that, his heart was pierced by an iron gun, his face turned from white to red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died.

Lin Shaoyu was startled, but Emperor Ming's reaction was faster than his. As if he hadn't seen Liu Aji's body, Emperor Ming raised his gun in his right hand and stabbed it at Lin Shaoyu.

This kind of reaction is really not something that Lin Shaoyu can have. When he woke up, the iron spear had passed through his shoulder. Following that, Lin Shaoyu pulled out his iron spear and stabbed at Emperor Ming.

Emperor Ming retreated, retreated again and again, until there was no way to retreat, and in front of him was Lin Shaoyu's blood-red spear.

When he knew that he was going to die, Emperor Ming's eyes flashed with fear, no, he has not lost yet, and he still has a helping hand.

Lin Shaoyu seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The person you are waiting for will not come.

Immediately, the iron gun in his hand was decisively stabbed.

Outside the palace, Fuyun Temple.

One person pushed open the temple door and walked out quickly. He jumped up to the roof and walked quickly. There were fights under the palace walls everywhere, but he turned a blind eye and rushed towards the Golden Temple.

Suddenly, two figures appeared on the roof in front of them, one old and one young. The young man held a white flag in his hand with four characters written on it.

See Through the World

The old monk's footsteps stopped, and the two sides looked at each other twenty steps apart. The surrounding noises, fighting, screaming, and the sound of wind in the sky seem to have been separated. There are only three people on the roof of this hall.

After a long while, the old monk put his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

Brother.

The old man twisted his beard and nodded lightly.

Senior brother.

One monk and one group, all of them are very old, but they are called brothers and sisters. This made the little Taoist priest who was watching this scene exclaimed in disbelief.

Green Leaf Buddha Mengzhi, presided over by Fuyun Temple, is known as the Living Buddha in Chang'an City. People praised him for being proficient in Buddhist principles, and his mouth was full of golden flowers. Every time he opened the altar to preach the Buddha, the Fuyun Temple was always crowded with people.

The wandering Taoist Guo is annoying, and he is called Mr. Beidou. He holds a sign of See Through the World, and he is very arrogant and needs to be beaten. But in today's Justice Religion, he is the well-deserved first military division, and in the eyes of the Justice Religion believers, he is simply a living god.

But in fact, Meng Zhiliao was not a monk, and Guo Fanren was not a Taoist priest either. Long, long ago, they both had other identities.

Guo Fanren, who was born in the south of the Yangtze River, is the seventh champion since the founding of the empire, and was a professor of imperial imperial studies. Thirty years ago, the time when he signed a contract with the Rong tribe to humiliate the country, was the peace conference he personally presided over. Also because of that incident, Guo Nanren was stabbed in the spine by the entire empire and carried too much infamy, so he resigned from office and chose to wander around the world.

Meng Zhiliao, a native of Qingzhou, was born in the Meng family of Qingzhou, and the Meng family was a figure who followed the founding king of the empire to fight the country. As soon as he was born, Meng Zhi carried a title on his back. When he was very young, the world was full of red dust, and he enjoyed it all.

The two of them are a noble son of a poor family and a gentleman. They seem to be people on two roads, but they have a common teacher: the great scholar Bo Yangzi.

The two learned etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, poetry, writing and music. From the supreme classics of Confucianism, one realized Buddhism, the other realized Taoism, and then embarked on two completely different paths.

Just meet again today.

The two stood twenty steps apart, their eyes were the same calm, but their bodies showed a rare spirit. Old people are always jealous in front of young people, and they can only regain some confidence in front of their peers.

We are all old foxes, we all know each other's details, and no one has to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf.

The sound of fighting in the distance reached here, Meng Zhi's heart was not as calm as he looked, and if he rushed over at this moment, he might still be able to restore the situation.

Senior brother, can you make a move?

Junior Brother, can you stay?

Meng Zhiliao's breathing became slower and slower, and finally nearly disappeared. It's nothing more than a fight, and if you can beat the opponent, you can pass here.

Senior brother, please.

Come on.

Guo Anren stretched out his hand and handed a sword to his palm. He took off the scabbard, and the blade lay in front of him.

Qingye Buddha made a bold move, took off his cassock as a weapon, straight as a stick, curved as a hook, able to swing and pump, a cassock became the deadliest weapon in his hands.

Guo Fanren uses swords to match each other, and uses several consecutive moves to make Anbang, Dingguo, and lead mountains and rivers!

He was watertight, and Green Leaf Buddha couldn't find any flaws. Hong Chen stared blankly at this scene, a little lost. I have been with Master for too long, and I have never seen him make a move. I thought he would only be abducted, but I didn't know that he still had such a sharp swordsmanship.

Haoran Sword! Qingye Buddha sneered: Let thieves enter the capital to disrupt the world, are you still qualified to use the Haoran Righteous Sword?

The empire's qi is exhausted, and nothing can be broken or established. I have a clear conscience, and I can still maintain my righteousness.

This is so arrogant and righteous, it needs too much blood to support.

With a sharp shout, Qingye Buddha shot again, the cassock rolled into a cloth stick, and shot at Guo Anren.

Knowing what to stop, self-cultivation, what you don't want, the deceased is like this, hit the head...

Thirty-six sticks of Confucianism, sticks to punish the heart, and those who are not obedient in the world.

The two are a monk and a Taoist priest, one uses a sword and the other uses a stick, but in fact, they are from the same family, and the principles of the sword and stick method are the same.

Why do you have to be obsessed with your junior brother, you must be the solitary son of the empire.

You have your arrogance and righteousness, but even though I have thousands of people, I will go.

The Confucianists of this era were not as dead as Cheng Dalei knew. He was still very young and full of energy to change the world.

The big ship of the empire is hopeless, and the smart people have already disembarked. Guo Fanren stabbed a sword, which is the most common form of the Haoran sword: horizontal and vertical.

Senior brother, I forgot, I've never been considered smart, I want to be a fool in this empire. Meng Zhi turned the cassock in his hand, and it was the basic move of Thirty-Six Sticks: like a knife.

Horizontal and vertical, is the beginning of writing, one stroke and one stroke are the beginning of life.

The skills of the two have returned to the original state, the moves are getting more and more concise, but the power is getting stronger and stronger.

But it's too late.

Guo is annoying, and the sword suddenly becomes sharp, the ultimate move in the sword of Haoran Righteousness.

Lead mountains and rivers.

Meng Zhiliao suddenly changed his moves, and he was a Bodhisattva in Buddhist martial arts with his eyebrows lowered.

Don't be afraid of the vajra's angry eyes, but only be afraid of the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows. The Bodhisattva's low eyebrows is to put away his compassion, and his murderous intention has already moved.

Guo Fanren didn't take into account his sudden change of tactics, and suddenly realized that Meng Zhiliao had already bullied him, and the cloth stick was thrown on his chest.

A gentleman can deceive Yi Fang.

Guo Anren spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his face changed from white brick to red to blue.

He raised his head: Junior Brother...

I won.

It's too late.