Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

If we say that Yang Tiansheng's competing with the sun is just a jumping candle.

Then his father's Contending with the Sun is a raging fire that reaches the sky!

The gap is so big that it cannot be rationalized!

Faced with Yang Yinghao's sword-like sword, Yu Cangshan took one look at it and ran away without hesitation, not even trying to resist for a moment...

The sword energy that hit the air tore apart two bungalows, and the fragments of tile eaves flying all over the sky were like the soot flying in a fire...

Yang Ge opened his mouth and looked up at the fragments of tile eaves in the sky. After several seconds, he swallowed hard, turned his head and said to Yang Tiansheng: You are really not bragging. My uncle can really beat three of me!

He must remember that this right envoy of the Ming Cult is not yet the top figure who has returned to his true nature.

At least he is not among the Four Elders, Seven Heroes and Twelve Heroes in the world of heroes.

But Yang Yinghao's sword had already made Yang Ge feel... The gap between Guizhen and Guizhen was simply bigger than the gap between Guizhen and Qihai!

He is still too far behind!

Hearing Yang Ge's words, Yang Tiansheng was rarely proud. Instead, he replied in a low voice with confusion: This is the first time I have seen this old man show his true feelings... He is actually so strong!

I don't know why, but when he heard Yang Tiansheng's words, Yang Ge suddenly became less shocked and even wanted to laugh...

He had already imagined the ferocious and loving face of this right envoy of the Ming Cult, who put all his energy into swinging this sword in order to show off his hand in front of his little brat.

An old father who wants to be strong all his life...

Okay, work harder!

Yang Ge looked at the back of Yang Yinghao who was chasing Yucang Mountain away, and patted Yang Tiansheng on the shoulder: I can be as strong as my uncle in the future!

Yang Tiansheng nodded vigorously, then suddenly came to his senses and cursed angrily: Damn it, you took advantage of me again!

Yang Ge laughed, lowered his head and looked at the crazy monk Liaofan who had not moved not far ahead. He moved his aching right ankle again: I'll talk about it later, what's going on with this crazy monk?

His body of copper skin and iron bones is so evil. I just slashed him with no less than a hundred cuts, and his oily skin wasn't even scratched!

Having said that, he was convinced that the internal injuries of this crazy monk must be serious!

The previous move Wind Howling Juegu, he just withstood the shock of the force, but it damaged his meridians and injured his muscles and bones!

This crazy monk took all the strength, how could he escape unscathed!

No matter how awesome your external skills are, you can't train all your internal organs into copper skin and iron bones, right?

If not, how could this crazy monk stand there without moving?

What nonsense are you talking about? He practices the Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, the strongest martial arts in the world!

Yang Tiansheng said contemptuously: If you kill him with a few blows, the Shaolin Temple will have you painted on the wall as a memorial!

Really?

Yang Geruo realized something and tightened his hands on the oxtail knife.

He was in terrible shape.

The meridians were damaged, the bones in the chest and ankles were cracked, and less than 30% of the true energy in the body was left, and it was still a mess...

But that's okay.

Anyway, he only has the power of one sword left.

If that knife can't kill this crazy monk...

It makes no difference whether you are injured or not.

Hey, crazy monk, can we talk to you?

Yang Ge shouted: Don't you just use money to do things? How much will Louwailou give you? I will pay double!

The crazy monk tilted his head after hearing this, and replied in confusion: Why do you insist on not letting the old monk ferry you? Doesn't the layman not want to become a Buddha?

Yang Ge could only say that the idea of ​​mental illness is really difficult for normal people to understand: I have heard of people who have transformed into monks and become monks, and I have also heard of people who have transformed ghosts into bliss. This is the first time I have ever experienced such a transformation method, which is to transform a living person into a ghost. You see, what kind of sutra do you recite and what kind of Buddha do you practice?

The crazy monk shook his head: That's wrong, that's wrong. Lay people who save suffering and save all sentient beings are people with great merits. They can only go to the Western Heaven to become a Buddha, but will not go down to the underworld and re-enter the six realms of reincarnation. This is a great joy!

Yang Ge: Since I have great merits, as a monk you shouldn't respect me? Why do you want to kill me?

He had heard the crazy monk say this theory several times. Previously, he thought it was just an excuse for the mad monk to kill him, just like the famous saying I have a connection with Western religion.

But now it seems that this crazy monk really believes in his crooked theory!

The crazy monk shook his head again: The layman is obsessed with the appearance. All living beings are suffering, and all appearances are essentially non-existent. The layman saves suffering and saves all living beings. It has great merit and great cause and effect. The old monk respects the layman and respects the layman, so he came here to save the layman. Cause and effect will lead to ultimate bliss early. If a layman can be saved and become a Buddha, it will be better than chanting the One Hundred Thousand Prajna Heart Sutras.

Yang Ge pondered for a long time and finally figured out the taste...

The crazy monk's theory is very similar to the crooked theory in his memory of Don't easily interfere with other people's cause and effect, otherwise you will bear the fate of others, even if it is your parents in this life, don't go to save them. It's all the same.

In this theory, he did good deeds and saved many people. While he gained merit, he also shouldered the suffering of those people. The crazy monk came to kill him to help him end those causes and effects and transcend those sufferings...

After thinking about this, Yang Ge suddenly asked: Do you know who I am?

The crazy monk looked at him blankly and replied: The layman's surname is Zhang and his first name is Mazi.

Yang Ge waved his hand and said seriously: Wrong, my surname is Yang and my name is Erlang. I am a court eagle dog. I have never done any good deeds in my life. I specialize in murder, arson, persecution of loyal people, and cruelty to the people... You didn't hear them call me Yang Erlang just now. What?

Amitabha.

The crazy monk recited the Buddha's name and said seriously: Does the layman think that the old monk is a madman? The golden light of merit and karma on the layman's body is as bright as a ray of light or as heavy as a lead cloud. The old monk can tell it at a glance. How could he be wrong?

Yang Ge sighed lightly, turned around and said to Yang Tiansheng seriously: This monk is really crazy, and he is quite crazy.

Yang Tiansheng looked at him like a fool: You know he is crazy, but you still keep arguing with him for so long. I think you are quite crazy.

Yang Ge was speechless and could only turn around and continue to say to the crazy monk: Monk, the world is very interesting. I don't want to become a Buddha yet. Can you let me go?

The crazy monk chanted the Buddha's name again and solemnly said: This is the way of practice for the old monk. Please don't reject it, lay people!

Yang Ge also shook his head solemnly: You are on the wrong path. You kill people instead of protecting them. This troubled world has not become better because of your practice. What you practice is not a Buddha, but a devil!

The crazy monk sighed heavily: It doesn't matter that the layman's karma is too deep. The old monk also has a wave of palms that can be used as a wake-up call to help the layman achieve enlightenment.

Yang Ge talked with him for a long time, and finally managed to adjust his own Qi. He heard the voice and replied: It just so happens that I also have a sword technique that can send you, monk, to the eighteenth level of hell!

The crazy monk clasped his hands together: Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'

Yang Ge took a deep breath: My dad also said...my enthusiastic horse!

The crazy monk, who also suppressed his internal injuries, put down his hands and walked towards Yang Ge step by step with an expressionless face.

Yang Ge slowly closed his eyes. The mighty image in his mind just arose, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead……

It is the account book of the Changfeng Gang.

It is the testimony of corrupt officials.

It was the crowd of people from Yangzhou who surrounded the government office.

It was the confident sneer of Zheng Shiquan, the aide of King Ning.

It was the madness of three to four hundred masked assassins who stormed the gate of the government office...

He opened his eyes and saw that the crazy monk had walked five feet in front of him, raised his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, and clasped his Tianling Cap with one palm.

A critical moment.

Yang Ge exhaled.

The next second, he suddenly swung the knife with both hands, as fast as lightning and as hard as thunder.

In an instant, a sharp sword flashed through the eyes of everyone present.

But when they followed the bright sword light and looked over, they saw the crazy monk who looked like an iron tower, standing in front of Yang Ge, holding up his hands as big as cattail leaf fans, but motionless.

And Yang Ge was half-crouching, pressing the oxtail knife on the ground with both hands, panting violently, and a large amount of blood gushes out from his mouth and nose, dripping in a line on the bright long knife.

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe three breaths, maybe ten breaths.

The oxtail knife in Yang Ge's hand suddenly shattered inch by inch, and a two-story attic five feet away behind the mad monk collapsed, creating a passage for two people to walk side by side.

Yang Ge slowly straightened up and gently pushed the iron-tower-like crazy monk in front of him. The crazy monk fell straight back and hit the ground, breaking into two pieces...

Yang Tiansheng on the side looked at this scene with blank eyes, his mouth opened wider than when Yang Ge saw Yang Yinghao's sword just now!

After a while, he came back to his senses, stretched his neck, swallowed hard, and said in a low voice: You are so bragging, my father... I really can't beat three of you!

He was standing next to Yang Ge. No one else could see Yang Ge's knife clearly just now, but he could clearly see it.

His own father couldn't catch that shocking and stunning blow. He really didn't have the confidence...

Yang Ge smiled and opened his mouth to joke with him, but he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The next second, he felt his eyes go dark, and his whole body suddenly softened.

Yang Tiansheng quickly supported him, raised his head and shouted at the stunned embroidered warriors around him: Are you watching a show? Hack these bastards to death!

All the embroidered warriors suddenly woke up.

I don't know who screamed, and the two hundred warriors in embroidered clothes suddenly gave up the battle formation, raised their ox-tail knives and rushed to the first place, charging menacingly at the black-clothed assassins in the air sea realm who had been suppressing them!

It seemed like they were the ones who had just struck out with that knife!

The black-clothed assassins who had been running rampant like tigers entering a flock of sheep before were suddenly like a bereaved dog with its back broken, retreating and scattering in droves.

It was as if the knife just struck them!

Yang Tiansheng felt relieved after looking at it for a few times. He put his hand under Yang Ge's nose and hurriedly took out a half-deflated small silver bottle from his arms. He bit open the cork with a trembling trembling. He poured two pills into his mouth, then pried open his mouth with one hand and poured two pills into Yang Ge's mouth.

When it was over, he was still worried that Yang Ge wouldn't know how to swallow. While slapping Yang Ge's big mouth, he grabbed his collar and shook him hard: Wake up, take medicine, wake up quickly...

Stop shaking him. If you shake him again, he will be shaken to the west.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him. When he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him, holding a bloody head in one hand and a square-headed thick-backed machete in the other.

Without even looking at the dead head that had just hit him, he dragged Yang Ge towards his father and said, Dad, look at this guy, why do I feel like he's out of breath?

Yang Yinghao, still wearing a black scarf covering his face, threw away the dead head and machete in his hand upon hearing the sound. He frowned and put one hand on the main artery of Yang Ge's neck, and the other hand on Yang Ge's left wrist.

After two or three breaths, he relaxed his brows and said, It's not a big problem, it's just that my mind was exhausted and I lost all my strength.

He spoke in an understatement.

But his subordinate quickly took out a small golden bottle from his waist, opened the cork and poured two pills into Yang Ge's mouth.

When Yang Tiansheng saw the golden vial, the anxiety in his brows calmed down.

After Yang Yinghao put away the medicine, he turned around and glanced at the house opposite that collapsed to create a passage. He said in surprise: The future life is terrible!

Yang Tiansheng asked stupidly: Dad, can you catch that knife?

Yang Yinghao raised his hand and slapped his head crookedly: You bastard!

Yang Tiansheng covered his head in grievance, not daring to get angry or speak.

Yang Yinghao glanced at him, laughed loudly, rubbed his forehead, and said: In the future, you should use your brain more when encountering problems. You must distinguish the importance of closeness and distance. Don't just take care of everything. You're so tall...but you did a good job this time and didn't make any mistakes!

He had already arrived.

But it was when Yang Ge risked his life to save Yang Tiansheng's life that he showed up.

Yang Tiansheng whispered: Then you still beat me?

Yang Yinghao angrily stretched out his index finger and hit Yang Tiansheng on the forehead: I'm talking about the way to do things, the way to do things, you pig brain...

Yang Tiansheng quickly covered his forehead and nodded: Yes, yes, I am a pig, I am a pig...

Yang Yinghao was so angry that he turned around and left: You can't carve out rotten wood...I, the Five Elements Sanren, have also brought me here. You can greet me by yourself. When you're done, go home as quickly as possible. Your mother is going to be sick thinking about you!

After walking a few steps, he stopped again and looked back at Yang Ge, who was in Yang Tiansheng's arms: Call this kid too, your mother hasn't made Sixi meatballs in a while...

Yang Tiansheng's eyes suddenly lit up: Dad, doesn't my little sister dislike that bastard from the Xu family? He's a good character, a good boy, good at martial arts, and he can open a big restaurant with good cooking skills. He's better than me. It’s just a little bit off, if my little sister can get together with him, that would be great!”

Want to be my brother? Grandma!

Yang Yinghao was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and cursed lightly, Shameless, turned around and left.

PS1: The second update is here...

PS2: Middle-aged writers are really rubbish.