You Jianghu people really know how to play

Tang Ou was taken aback, grabbed his shoulder: "What?!"

Shen Guangming ran out when he heard the monks on the mountain shouting "that man is back".He was only wearing a thin single coat, standing alone in the wind, the blood stains on his face, hands and under the hem of his clothes were even more ferocious in the moonlight.

Before he ran out, he saw a copy of the "Ten Difficulties" lying beside Zhang Ziqiao. He happened to know all three characters, so he immediately put the book in his arms.Shen Guangming walked quickly with Tang Ou, while briefly telling Tang Ou what he saw, and took out the "Ten Difficulties" to him.

Tang Ou trembled all over, pulled out a cold light long sword from his waist, lifted it and went to the top of the mountain.

"Shen Guangming, put away the scriptures, guard the master, and don't let others approach!" Tang Ou said, "I'll go and arrest Zhaoxu and Xingyan first!"

Shen Guangming responded immediately.He ran back to the practice room and stood for a while, listening to the monks around him going up the mountain one after another, thinking that Tang Ou was alone and weak, even though he knew it would be useless if he went, he still couldn't let go.He took out the Linglong lock that he brought along from Shen Qing and locked the practice room, then turned around and went to the top of the mountain.

The torches flickered in the mountains, and he saw bareheaded monks running wildly among the grass and forests, shouting.

"Don't shake around!" Shen Guangming grabbed a monk and yelled, "If you burn every plant and tree here, even your grandfather Buddha will not be able to save you!"

The monk was startled by him.Shen Guangming snatched his torch and threw it into the short stream beside him.The sound of water splashing instantly swallowed up the dancing flames.

Shen Guangming's tears came out again without warning.He wiped his eyes with the bloody sleeve and continued running up the hill.

On a spring night, the moonlight is sparse and cold, shining on the pear blossoms, reflecting a brilliant white.

Xing Yan ran outside the courtyard wall, and the colic that must occur every night made his limbs weak and weak, and finally collapsed on the ground.He gasped for breath, his hands were wet and sticky, full of Zhang Ziqiao's blood.

He couldn't find Qingyang's mental method in the practice room, so Xingyan simply stripped Zhang Ziqiao's clothes.Many people in the martial arts world will tattoo their minds or cheats on their skin, but Zhang Ziqiao doesn't have any.He thought over and over what Zhang Ziqiao said, and finally realized that he had killed the wrong person.

The so-called "Qingyang mentality is here" refers to Zhang Ziqiao himself.

Only he knows Qingyang's mind method, there is no record, no record.

When Xing Yan cut open his body, his heart was filled with the pleasure of venting his anger.There is only one person in the world who knows Qingyang's mental method, and that is Zhang Ziqiao's apprentice Tang Ou.He heard the young boy's shout from outside the house, and immediately began to think about how to lead the boy into the room.As long as he said that it was the young man who killed Zhang Ziqiao, and he killed the young man in anger after seeing it, he could hide it for a while.It's just that the pain in his abdomen just happened, so he didn't dare to stay indoors, so he had to escape.

He heard the shouts of the monks very clearly, and quickly endured the severe pain and moved slowly, trying to move to the back of the yard.

The courtyard door was locked with a big lock, and he couldn't open it.

After climbing a few feet, a pair of feet wearing arhat shoes appeared in front of my eyes.

Xing Yan smiled and looked up, only to see Zhaoxu looking at him expressionlessly.

"Master, you did something wrong." Zhaoxu said.

Xingyan didn't run away either.He sat down against the courtyard wall and sneered.

"Zhaoxu, Zhaoxu, it's a great kindness for you to teach you how to raise and teach you when you suffer from sexual hardship. But for this kindness, you helped him bring me here and let me kill people, which is a great sin." He looked at Zhaoxu, "You can I really deserve my conscience."

There was a moment of hesitation on Zhaoxu's face, and then he calmed down immediately.

"Master uncle, you don't need to say much, follow me back." He pulled out the hemp rope from his waist, bent down and tied his strict hands and feet.

Xing Yan looked at him and asked: "Zhaoxu, tell me the truth. What if I did get the Qingyang mental method from Zhang Ziqiao this time? What if he gave it to me generously? You don't have to." Baba wait for me to break the killing command and then use this reason to tie me up, what if I just run away like this?"

Zhaoxu looked calm: "Amitabha. Although the world is big, it is nothing more than mustard seeds. Shaolin monks are all over the world. Master and uncle have made mistakes and cannot escape."

"I don't want to kill Zhang Ziqiao, so Xingku is capable of accusing me, right?" Xingyan gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Since Zhang Ziqiao's Shaolin debate ten years ago, Xingku has held a grudge against him. He persuaded me so earnestly to personally Coming to Zhang Ziqiao is nothing more than giving me a chance to snatch Qingyang's mind. If I can't snatch it, there are you people. Zhaoxu, you have practiced Xinyiquan and right and wrong hands, right? With the formation of Hai and the others, I am afraid that Zhang Ziqiao will not be able to escape easily."

Seeing that Zhaoxu didn't speak, he became more and more sure of his thoughts.

"The "Ten Difficulties" was taken out so readily, one is to gain Zhang Ziqiao's trust, and the other is because none of the Shaolin people can be cruel to practice the Ten Difficulties, right?" Xing Yan said more and more quickly, "Practice Ten difficult hands, must be based on Qingyang's mind. How can the Arhat magic skill that has been practiced for decades be risked and abolished? If he can't practice it himself, he is afraid of others, especially me who has experienced ten difficulties. Those who have sweet hands should avoid it even more. So he didn't even want the Ten Difficulties, right?"

Zhaoxu tied the hemp rope tightly, and finally raised his eyes to look at him.

"Uncle Master, you are extremely intelligent, so please forgive me for not being able to say more." He said softly, "Zhaoxu has come here this time, and he knows that he has violated the Buddha's heart, and he will go to Abi Hell in the future. Daxia Zhang is kind-hearted, and I I can only..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly flew to the side, hitting the wall heavily and screaming.

Xing Yan laughed loudly: "Okay!"

Before he could finish a word, his forehead was pinned down by Ren Da's palm, and he slammed the back of his head against the wall.

"Tang Ou—" Xing Yan yelled, unconscious.

Zhaoxu got up from the ground.Dust from the old wall fell all over him.

Before he could stand still, Tang Ou was already in front of him.

Tang Ou made a whirring wind with a long sword, Zhaoxu lowered his body and lowered his waist, narrowly avoiding two moves.But the next moment, the tip of the sword had already scratched his right cheek, and the sharp pain made Zhao Xu frowned.

Zhang Ziqiao is well-known all over the world as the disciple of Qingyang Patriarch, but it is the Qiushuang Sword created by him that really makes everyone respect him as a "Hero".The Autumn Frost Sword has a total of twelve strokes, the strokes are sharp and sharp, like the autumn wind biting the bone, and the sword kills one's life.That day Zhang Ziqiao took the life of the villainous Northwest Drilling Rat with only two moves by relying on this sword technique, the people from Jianghu who went to encircle and suppress him were all amazed.As his only apprentice, Tang Ou naturally learned the true biography of Qiushuang Sword, and every move is a killer move.

Zhaoxu didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he only tried out a set of Xinyiquan, and for a while he was evenly matched with Tang Ou.

Xinyiquan is one of Shaolin's external skills. It was originally a Kungfu for Shaolin disciples to strengthen their bodies, but Zhaoxu has practiced a whole body of powerful Arhat magic skills. The inner strength is endless, solid and heavy, and it complements Tang Ou's light and fast swordsmanship. , without fail.

He spoke while fighting, his speech was slow and not messy at all: "Tang Shaoxia, be merciful under the sword."

Tang Ou originally wanted to capture Zhaoxu, but seeing that Zhaoxu's martial arts were not inferior to his own, he knew that if he did not use real kung fu, he would not be able to suppress this man, so he suddenly drew his sword and retreated .

Zhao Xu's moves suddenly lost their opponents, and he put them away immediately.However, halfway through his move, Tang Ou suddenly attacked at a faster speed.The long sword has no tricks, pointing directly at Zhaoxu's face.Zhaoxu still used Xinyiquan to block, but the shadow of the sword suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Oops.His heart skipped a beat—the third move of Qiushuang Sword, Guazhou Crossing, is a very vicious killing move.

The sword was not retracted, but fell down because Tang Ou let go.However, only half a moment after falling, Tang Ou picked up his backhand and swept away neatly!

The monk's robe was immediately cut by the point of the sword, and blood splashed.

This trick is unexpected and has never been difficult to guard against.Zhaoxu covered the wound on his abdomen, and said in a voiceless voice: "It's a good trick to cross Guazhou. Back then, Zhang Daxia cut off the head of the gopher with this trick. Tonight, Tang Shaoxia only hurt my oily skin. Be merciful, be merciful."

He was talking and laughing, all the energy in his body was withdrawn, and he swayed in place.Tang Ou's sword was extremely fast, and it didn't hurt when it hurt, but it penetrated two inches into the flesh, and blood gushed out.

Holding the sword, Tang Ou stabbed him on the shoulder again.Zhao Xu was nailed to the wall by him, unable to move.

"Monk, you are right." Tang Ou's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have been tossed in Abi Hell for ten thousand years, but it is not enough to pay for my master's life!"

Zhaoxu bowed his head and said, "Sin, sin."

Tang Ou moved extremely fast, and his lightness skills were good. He thought he had excellent hearing, but he couldn't avoid it.The first move couldn't be evaded, and the confrontation between the two quickly came to an end. Zhaoxu seemed to lose his energy, and said softly: "Although the one who killed Zhang Daxia was a strict uncle, what Tang Shaoxia said was right. Worse than evil."

"...Do you want me to kill Xing Yan?" Tang Ou immediately heard the hidden meaning in his words, "Impossible! Just killing him like this is too cheap for you Shaolin. Since you dare to do such a thing, then Think about the price to pay."

Zhaoxu raised his head and said slowly: "Tang Shaoxia is merciful and doesn't kill him for a while, I'm afraid that if he returns to Shaolin Temple, life will be worse than death."

Tang Ou was taken aback.There was neither hatred nor regret on Zhaoxu's face, it was actually calm.

As the two looked at each other silently, Tang Ou heard the sound of messy footsteps on the mountain road.

The monks all ran up and were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

Tang Ou cut off the extra rope, tied Zhaoxu firmly, and then glanced at all the monks: "Don't even think about leaving."

His complexion was extremely bad and his aura was fierce. When the monks saw that the leader Zhaoxu was covered in blood from his injuries, they didn't dare to move for a while.

Tang Ou tied up these two people and walked around the courtyard twice, the grief suppressed by anger slowly surfaced.He remembered that he hadn't gone to see the master yet, and he should have gone to see him—but even though he thought about it, his feet didn't move.

His life was indeed smooth, his relatives and friends were safe and happy, and his family was prosperous and prosperous. Tonight was actually the first time he witnessed the death of a dear one.

Tang Ou knocked out all the monks and threw them on the mountain. Then he carried the unconscious Xing Yan on his shoulders, and dragged Zhao Xu, who was bleeding all the way, slowly down the mountain.Halfway through the walk, he saw Shen Guangming trembling on the mountain road.Shen Guangming was grinding on the muddy ground with two torches. There were several extinguished torches under his feet. His face, which was originally covered in blood, was red and swollen, as if he had been severely beaten.

"What are you doing?" Tang Ou asked in a deep voice.

Shen Guangming looked up at him blankly for a while, then quickly threw the torch and walked to him.His body is hot, and it looks even warmer in the cold wind.Tang Ou was leaned on by him, and some courage suddenly appeared in his heart.

"I'm going to see Master..." he said, "You, will you accompany me?"

"I'll accompany you." Shen Guangming said quickly.

Tang Ou threw Xing Yan and Zhao Xu in the firewood room separately, and walked to the practice room with Shen Guangming.

He lingered outside the practice room for a long time.Shen Guangming unlocked the Linglong lock, and stood by the door and looked at him timidly.Tang Ou squatted on the ground, propping his forehead with his big hands, breathing quickly, but couldn't say anything.

The night was getting deeper and deeper.The sound of insects resounded layer by layer in the dark night, making the darkness even denser and besieging people.

Shen Guangming held a candle in his hand, and the wax dripped all over his hand, but he dared not let it go.He stood outside the practice room door, holding the candle high, to illuminate the blank ground between him and the practice room for Tang Ou.

Tang Ou squatted for a long time, and finally stood up.When he walked by Shen Guangming's side, he took the candle from his hand and carefully peeled off the wax oil from his hand.

"I'll wait for you here." Shen Guangming said.

Tang Ou nodded and went in.

Shen Guangming stood outside for a while, and vaguely heard a suppressed choking sound in the room, and hurriedly walked a few steps outside, and did not stop until he could no longer hear the sound inside.

He also squatted on the ground like Tang Ou, and found that the night was terribly dark.The thick ink-like black seemed to have weight, and it weighed heavily on him, making him unable to breathe.

After squatting and standing for a while, Shen Guangming used twigs to pull the stones on the ground, when Tang Ou came out.

He quickly stood up and turned to look at Tang Ou.Tang Ou's eyes were red, Shen Guangming was a little embarrassed, and quickly lowered his head again.

What should I say?Or, should I speak now?

Before he could come up with an answer, Tang Ou suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Shen Guangming froze immediately.Tang Ou hugged him tightly, lowered his head and buried his head on Shen Guangming's shoulder.His strength made Shen Guangming's whole body tense, and his bones rattled and ached.

Heavy breathing sounded in his ears.Shen Guangming relieved himself and Ren Tangou held him in his arms.

It took Tang Ou a long time to let him go.

"Are you afraid?" He asked hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I brought you here to help you, but now it scares you instead."

"No, no, no." Shen Guangming quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no."

He felt very sad suddenly, and wanted to say something to comfort Tang Ou.But he didn't know what to say at this moment.The eloquence of the past is useless now.

Tang Ou looked at his expression and touched his head again.

"Little idiot." He said, "Go and change your clothes, you're covered in blood. After changing, go to the master's room and bring some clothes. I... I'll tidy him up."

"I'll accompany you!" Shen Guangming said quickly.

Tang Ou didn't make a sound, just nodded.

During the daytime of the second day, when Shen Guangming went up the mountain to check the situation, he found that the monks were all gone.

Tang Ou was very calm: "Let's go. They are going back to report. As long as the sex is strict and the photo is true, Shaolin Temple can't escape."

He was writing a letter, and he finished it while he was speaking. He took out the envelope and packed the letter to Shen Guangming.

Shen Guangming saw a line of strong characters on the envelope: Shaoyi League Lin Shaoyi personally signed.

"Let the Shaoyi League uphold justice?" Shen Guangming asked.

"Yes. Lin Shaoyi is my close friend and the leader of the martial arts alliance. I am the only disciple of the master. He is indifferent by nature, and there is no good friend in the world. Moreover, the status of Shaolin Temple is different from that of ordinary gangs. He has to come forward to solve this matter. Seek justice." Tang Ou said in a deep voice.

He cried several times last night when he was collecting Zhang Ziqiao's funeral, his voice was still hoarse.

"You go and help me deliver the letter. Ride to the post in the town and hand it to the people of the Shaoyi League. Just say it's a letter from me to their leader, and hurry up."

Shen Guangming nodded quickly, turned around and was about to leave.Tang Ou pulled him: "Come here. Do you still have a fever?"

He reached out to touch Shen Guangming's forehead, but Shen Guangming avoided him.

"I've got a little fever, it's okay. I'll do it. Don't run around at home. Keep an eye on those two monks." Shen Guangming waved the letter at him and ran out.

Shen Guangming rushed back to Ziyun Peak immediately after delivering the letter.Tang Ou went to the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain to buy a coffin, and carefully put Zhang Ziqiao in it.Last night, he and Shen Guangming sewed up Zhang Ziqiao's wounds, changed clothes and combed his hair. Even so, Zhang Ziqiao's body was still covered with blue spots, and the blood in his body was leaking out.

"How can I be strict with death?" Tang Ou asked Shen Guangming like this.

Shen Guangming was busy advising him, saying many shocking things in the world.Tang Ou didn't seem to listen, he just knelt in front of the brazier and burned the papers one by one.

Whether it is the Ming paper or the filial piety clothes on the body, they are all bought from the farmers at the foot of the mountain.These things were not prepared on Ziyun Peak, as if Zhang Ziqiao and Tang Ou had never thought that at this age and at this moment, white lanterns would be hung on this lush and green mountain.

Tang Ou was sleepy all day, and Shen Guangming ran around doing many things.At night, the two guarded Zhang Ziqiao's spirit. Shen Guangming whispered to him what he had heard about the world from Fang Dazao, distracting Tang Ou's attention so that he would not be so sad.

In the brazier, the flames devoured the ghost paper mouth by mouth, and a layer of fine black ash accumulated on the bottom of the pan.

"Master told my father at that time, give him five years, and he can teach a good boy who can stand up to the sky. Unfortunately, ten years have passed, and I still haven't stood up to the sky." Tang Ou said softly, "In ten years, I only returned I went home once because my mother was sick. Every Spring Festival I spent with Master on the mountain. He made good-looking but unpalatable rabbit steamed buns. I didn’t want to waste food, so I had to eat all of them..."

Shen Guangming: "You, don't think about this, can you think about something else?"

Tang Ou asked him what he wanted.

Shen Guangming was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the very clear sound of his clothes fluttering outside the house.

"Who is it?" He was startled, "The monk came to save someone?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ou got up and rushed out, kicking the brazier to the ground.Shen Guangming quickly extinguished the flames on the ground and straightened the brazier, when he suddenly heard Tang Ou's very sad "Master" from outside.

Shen Guangming was startled, looked up at the coffin in front of him, opened the door and ran out immediately.

The moonlight is cool outside the door.A gray-haired man stood in the moonlight, his appearance was no different from Zhang Ziqiao's.

"I'm not him." The man spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse and horrible, and it was creepy, "Tang Ou, take me to see your master."