Traveling through the villains of Shaoge: Dark River Chaos into the Golden Book World

Li Xinyue's snow-white face instantly turned black and red, chattering endlessly.

"Why did Dad drink so much wine?"

"He said this in front of so many people, how should I deal with myself?"

No matter how thick-skinned Su Changhe was, he was intimidated by such tiger-wolf words.

But he quickly thought of a way to comfort him: "Don't worry, lady, I used the Qi machine to feel it, and there are two people outside the door, my father-in-law and Li Hanyi."

"Hmph, since this girl Hanyi is here, why don't you take a good look at your father and let him talk nonsense?" Li Xinyue was even more dissatisfied with her daughter.

Su Changhe spread his hands helplessly: "It's good that this girl can take care of herself, but do you expect her to take care of others?"

Li Xinyue also lowered her head and sighed, and asked: "If she is allowed to take Xiaojie with her in the future, will she lose it?"

"It's better not to count on her." Su Changhe said with a merciless smile, "When we're not here, I can only wrong my father-in-law to help take care of it."

"Of course, I think Lei Hong is also very enthusiastic about this aspect, and he is also a candidate that can be considered."

"How embarrassing to trouble others like this." Li Xinyue shook her head.

"Forget it, today is our wedding day, let's not talk about this."

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Of course it's something that must be done on the wedding day."

"Ok?"

"And my father-in-law ordered me to make my wife unable to get out of bed"

"Daddy is drunk and confused, so he can't count."

Before Li Xinyue finished speaking, Su Changhe kissed her fragrant lips, but she didn't have any intention of refusing, she closed her eyes and let Su Changhe do what he wanted.
Three days later, Su Changhe asked Su Muyu to take care of the base camp for him, and he took Li Xinyue and Li Hanyi to Leigu Mountain, while Su Wujie was taken care of by King Li Su.

When the three of them passed through a dense forest, a monk in cassock suddenly appeared and led hundreds of Shaolin disciples to block their way.

"Benefactor Su, we meet again." The head monk was Xuanji that day, with an extremely gloomy expression.

"Amitabha." Li Xinyue bowed to Xuanji, "Our Jianxin Tomb is an upright sect of martial arts, and I hope the master will let us pass."

However, not only did the group of monks not give way, but they intensified and surrounded the three of them.

Seeing Li Xinyue's puzzled expression, Su Changhe began to explain.

"Honey, now Shaolin's top management is controlled by a group of hypocrites, causing the monks there to eat fast and chant Buddha on the surface, but they are actually a group of vicious thugs."

"Don't think of them as the real eminent monks like Master Wangyou, they are not worthy!"

Li Hanyi wanted to refute Su Changhe at first, but she found that the weapons used by those monks were not the sticks and sabers of ordinary monks, but sharp sabers and maces. The look of compassion.

"It's no wonder that when Baili Dongjun talked about the gods and monks in the world, he didn't mention the eminent monks of Shaolin. It turns out that Shaolin has changed a long time ago."

"Kill them all!" Xuanji's face twitched when he heard it, and he waved his big hand, causing everyone to press on him.

"You don't have to show mercy to them." Before making a move, Su Changhe lightly warned Li Xinyue and Li Hanyi.

Xuanji's wrist gushed out a torrent of blue true energy, he leaped forward, and hit Su Changhe's head with a move of 'one shot and two scattered'.

"Today, this old monk will avenge his nephew Xie Xun and kill you, a scourge!"

His palm is different from other martial arts in Shaolin. Once he makes a move, there is no possibility of changing his moves, but it is so powerful that even if someone with a much stronger cultivation level faces him, he will temporarily suffer from shortness of breath and general fatigue. At that time, his disciples will be able to take the opportunity to attack and kill Su Changhe.

But the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel.

When Su Changhe raised his hand and slapped it, there was a strange and gloomy black air around him.

As soon as Xuan Ji's palm came into contact with him, he felt all the internal energy in his body rush out, and all of it was transferred into Su Changhe's body, and his expression changed drastically.

"Have you practiced Huagong Dafa or Star Attraction Dafa?"

Su Changhe ignored him, seeing Xuan Ji's palm gradually dry up, he pressed his other hand on the top of his head.

"The fairy will support you on the top, and you will not live forever if you are bald."

Immediately, Xuan Ji felt the heart-biting pain in his head, and after screaming for a while, he turned into a mummified corpse.

Su Changhe blew on his wrist, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and kicked the mummy in front of him into ashes.

"The "high monk" ranked third in Xuan's generation, is this the only internal strength?"

"This wicked man killed Uncle Xuan Ji, we must avenge him!" The rest of the monks immediately became mad.

The attack on Li Xinyue and Li Hanyi became more ruthless. Originally, their mother and daughter did not want to kill Shaolin, but the monks in front of them were not only relentless and underground killers, they also spoke very uncleanly, insulting their family members and Jian Xin mound.

Now, Li Xinyue and her daughter didn't keep their hands anymore, and the two famous swords, Xinjian and Tiema Binghe, which were the third and fourth in the north, instantly turned into the most terrifying nightmare of Buddhism.

The golden sword shadows all over the sky interweave with the cold sword light, forming a gorgeous air wave. Every sword shadow and every sword light can be stained with a gorgeous blood flower wherever it goes.

The monks present were either decapitated, or fell to the ground dying with missing arms and legs, and could only wait for death from serious injuries.

Soon, blood flowed into rivers in this field, leaving only the sound of wailing all over the place, just like the battlefield of Shura.

Some people from the rivers and lakes passing by were all terrified when they saw this scene, and showed a little sympathy for the monks who were about to die, but they did not dare to approach the three "killing gods" out of fear.

"Let's go." Su Changhe ignored those passers-by, and signaled Li Xinyue and the others to go straight to Leigu Mountain.

As for the seriously injured monks, the best time for healing has already been missed, even if those monks are willing to save them, there is nothing they can do.

When she came to a ruined temple to rest, Li Xinyue brows were full of worry.

"However, I still can't figure it out. Shaolin doesn't have a deep enmity with us, but this time it insists on killing us."

"I suspect that Shaolin may have taken refuge in Mongolia or the Qing court, and will continue to send experts to intercept and kill us in the future."

"This is indeed in line with Xuanci's choice." Su Changhe said lightly.

He had just killed Xie Xun, who had a low status in Buddhism, and he did not offend Shaolin deeply, but Xuanji's attitude just now clearly wanted to kill him and Li Xinyue's family.

Although both Mongolia and the Qing court believed in Tibetan Buddhism, he remembered that Kangxi’s treatment of Han Buddhism had also improved a lot in history. His father even became a monk in Wutai Mountain, so he felt that Shaolin might have taken refuge in the Qing court.

"It seems that our Taishan Alliance has put a lot of pressure on the Qing court, but I will give you a big surprise when the navy army on Shenlong Island becomes [-]% in size."

The corner of Su Changhe's mouth curved slightly.