Eighteen bamboo slips, two on Xiang Que's sword, and the remaining sixteen slapped towards Xiang Que from all directions, blocking him impenetrable around him, as if a cage trapped him.
Xiang Que frowned slightly, but he was not afraid, and when his left hand was about to be raised, suddenly an abrupt figure jumped out from the woods behind him and shuttled through the forest, and his toes tapped the branches a few times, as if the golden-winged Dapeng opened his arms and flickered a few times, and then rushed here.
The figure was shaped like a straight javelin, wearing a short shirt that exposed two arms, and stepping on straw sandals woven with two grass and vines under his feet, about forty years old, he carried a broad-backed long knife in his left hand, and a cold light flashed on the blade, which was very dazzling.
The figure that suddenly popped out pursed his lips, there was no expression on his handsome face, and he didn't say a word after he landed, and directly waved the wide-backed long knife in his hand, and swept it towards a few bamboo slips on the side of Xiang Missing.
"Bang, bang, bang" The knife actually bounced off a few bamboo slips in an instant, and a majestic sword qi gushed out from the knife like a long dragon and slashed towards the previous few Confucian disciples.
This scene came too fast, people were overwhelmed, Mr.
Kong Da and the children of the Kong family didn't seem to expect that there would be a figure coming out of the forest, and with a strong shot, several bamboo slips were blown away, and its momentum was unstoppable, and the strength was abnormal.
Seeing this, Mr.
Kong Da suddenly pulled forward with both hands, and forced a few people back to avoid the majestic knife qi, but he rescued him a step too late, and several people were swept away by the knife qi and directly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the backward steps staggered back.
"Master Qiao's shot is really domineering, and they will be cut with a knife, and their blood will flow as if something has happened, Niu Bi" Xiang Que grinned at the person who came.
"I was meditating in the forest, and I rushed over after hearing your whistle, fortunately, it was timely" Master Qiao replied lightly, and after sweeping the eyes to the opposite side with a long knife in his hand, he chuckled: "Confucius has never been involved in the affairs of Buddhism and Taoism, but I didn't expect that the more I live, the more I go back, and the next generation is not as good."
If you don't talk about the generation, you will also take care of a lot of idle things, so you are not afraid that your ancestors will open the coffin board and jump out and point at your nose and scold?"
"The cause of the Confucian Mansion must not be mixed with idle people, what kind of person are you to teach us" Mr.
Kong Da said a little angrily: "Aren't you in charge of idle affairs, this is a dispute between the Confucian Mansion and Xiang Que, since Your Excellency knows who we are, you still want to intervene?"
” "Zhongnan hermit, noon bridge," the bridge master said indifferently.
Mr.
Kong Da was stunned and said in surprise: "You, aren't you dead?"
” Wuqiao sneered and laughed: "A man full of morality, there are no sores on his tongue, and his eyes are blind first."
Mr.
Kong Da gritted his teeth and stopped making a sound, knowing that the other party interfered today, I am afraid that he will not be able to do good.
Wuqiao said lightly: "You go back to Gujingguan first, I'll stop you here" Xiang Que winked at him and said, "Hey, that's embarrassing······ Mr.
Bridge has worked hard, I thank you."
Mr.
Kong Da was furious, and the perfect plan was actually stopped by a noon bridge that came out of nowhere, and he gritted his teeth and said indignantly: "Do you really want to go against my Confucian Mansion?"
” Wuqiao smiled casually: "There are three million immortals in the sky, I must lower my eyebrows when I see me, I am alone with a knife, the knife path is evergreen, I am not afraid of the immortals, I am afraid of you?"
Xiang Que said to Mr.
Kong Da: "There are 5,000 hermits in Zhongnan, Mr.
Kong Da, do you know how deep the water is here?"
My Gujingguan has been entrenched in Zhongnan Mountain for countless years, will it be difficult to know a few good neighbors?
When I entered Zhongnan, I followed up in my own back garden, but it's ridiculous that you still dare to make a big show Catch up, believe it or not, I will let out two more long whistles, and a few more people will come out of the hermit in Zhongnan, and a few people can gnaw the scum you gnaw, "Xiang Que really didn't blow this, there are more than 5,000 hermits in Zhongnan Mountain all year round, distributed in various parts of the Qinling Mountains, half of them do not ask about the world, and they live an isolated life with all their hearts, and many of the monks are retreating halfway, Wuqiao is one of them, and no one knows where he comes from He Sect and He faction, who is ruthless and does not ask whether it is right or wrong, only based on personal preferences, acts quite similar to Wang Kunlun's style, and finally provoked many people from the Buddhist sect to chase and kill at the age of thirty, and finally said that he died in an encirclement and suppression, and there has been no news since then.
But he was suddenly tired of the world since that encirclement and suppression, so he came to Zhongnan Mountain as a hermit, and never asked about things again, a hidden for more than ten years, never stepped out of Zhongnan Mountain, although he has been cultivating for more than ten years, but the edges and corners of his character are still alive, and he is long Xiao evokes a long knife and is born again.
Gujingguan has taken root in Zhongnan Mountain for countless years, there are several hermits in the surrounding mountains and forests to build thatched huts and live on their own, Wuqiao is nearby, he has already made friends with Yu Qiuyang when he is missing into Gujingguan, the two often make a pot of big red robes together to preach the scriptures, although they do not worship but also The brothers are commensurate, and they have a sense of sympathy.
Qin Hui still has three friends who are embarrassed, Gujingguan has been in Zhongnan Mountain for several years, and it is reasonable to get acquainted with a few hermits, and Xiang Xiang fled to Zhongnan Mountain.
Wuqiao stopped the children of Confucius with one person and one knife, and Xiang Que was able to withdraw and quickly return to Gujingguan, and Mr.
Kong could only watch him leave.
After a while, Xiang Que passed by Gujing Village, but suddenly found that the village was empty, only livestock were roaming.
"Calm ······ Before the Big Show" Xiang Que sighed: "Old Dao, they must have expected this change" Xiang Que was quite puzzled, since Lao Dao had already prepared, but why hadn't he shown up yet, even Yu Qiuyang and Senior Brother hadn't rushed back to Gujingguan, they really let themselves face the pursuit of these parties alone?
Gujing Guanren went to watch the sky, as always, dilapidated, after returning to the shortage, looked around blankly, quite desolate, the Taoist temple was spotless, only a few fallen leaves on the ground, silent and bleak.
Xiang Que raised his head, looked at the sun that was gradually moving west, and said: "Look, the name of the full moon, the sun sets in the east and the moon rises in the west, looking at each other from afar, and no one ······" Inexplicably, Xiang Que's heart suddenly throbbed, and his heart twitched.
He clutched his somewhat stuffy chest, his body trembled slightly, and a sadness seemed to float to his heart.
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a donkey staggered onto the mountain road with the old road, and the old man on the back of the donkey still hummed the eternal tune in his mouth: "I ride a white horse and walk three passes······ Change into plain clothes, enter the customs, I don't know when and what month I can get out of the customs again······" The voice like a broken gong, with a sad tune, gradually drifted towards Zhongnan Mountain.