Great Sui Guoshi

The voice came again, the fat shopkeeper came back to his senses, looked at the four people and waved his hands again and again: "It's gone, let alone four, one is gone. There are too many caravans from Ningxia Town in the past two days. The last three inns are already full."

Cars drove and horses neighed in the surroundings, and the remnant red of Xitou was sprinkled in the noisy town, and the four scholars with bookshelves under the eaves looked at each other in blank dismay.

Then he asked the shopkeeper where he could rest. The fat shopkeeper didn't want to say that he would send them away. The passers-by who had watched the show for a long time at the door seemed to be jokingly pointing to the foothills facing north from the entrance of the town.

"There is a temple in the mountain, you four can go there to rest."

"You're the one who has trouble! Don't think it's a big deal." The fat shopkeeper wanted to hit him with his hand, but the man smiled and ran away.

"Four, don't trust that person, there is nothing in the mountains..."

He turned his head, there were still four figures under the eaves, and looking into the distance, the four scholars with bookshelves on their backs were almost running out of the town.

The anxious fat shopkeeper took two steps forward and shouted at them.

"Hey, when you come back, do you want another firewood room?! It's cheaper for you!!"

The sound was buried in the hustle and bustle. Soon, the night fell, and the mountains were covered with mist. Occasionally, a few wolves howled from the distant mountains. Four lanterns passed through the mist, and in the hands of the four scholars, they swayed to illuminate the mountain road under their feet. .

"The four of us have made great achievements in opening up the city. It's hard work right now. We've won the election. It's not good to take the official road to Chang'an. If we have to do it, we don't even have a place to stay if we take any mountain roads."

"Ask Ma Liu."

"Ask me why? Didn't you agree at the time? Besides, it's so close to go directly north to Chang'an."

"There's a ghost coming out!"

"In the middle of the night, don't say such bad things, don't forget the vixen in the mountain temple, and the time with the Chongwen family."

He was the smallest, and Zhao Tang, who was walking behind, shrank his neck and spoke in a low voice.

"Be careful with your words, every time we walk at night, something bad happens."

The three people in front stopped, Qiqi turned to look at him, Zhao Tang almost bumped into him, stepped back half a step and looked at the three people: "Look what I'm doing?"

The three of them spoke almost at the same time, and poohed at him.

"To shut up!"

"Oh."

Behind, a small scholar with a round face responded weakly, followed the three elder brothers through a forest, and suddenly heard a wolf howling nearby, swallowed his saliva, and huddled together slowly move.

"What should we do now? We Jiangnan Four Talents have finally made it to the top. Could it be that we are going to be buried in the belly of a wolf?"

"Hey, there's a fire over there."

"It's saved, hurry over!"

The sound of rustling footsteps spread, and the four of them rushed over. The shaking lantern flashed across the stone tablet with the word "Lanruo Temple" written on it. Seeing the fire in the temple gate, they pushed and rushed in.

Inside, the fire was flickering, and a scholar in shabby robes was sitting by the fire, holding a piece of pancake and baking it. He was shocked when he saw the four people who came in.

After looking at each other for a while, the scholar got up from the ground.

"These four are..."

Over there, the four people who were stunned at the gate of the temple breathed a sigh of relief. From their experience, they must be human beings who can speak like this.

It was Qiqi who bowed his hands and returned the gift: "Just like brother Taiwan, stay overnight and rest."

Since they are all human beings, there is nothing to be afraid of. In the past, we used to burn fire to keep warm, sitting together, talking and laughing, and talking about the knowledge in books. It was rare for a lone scholar to meet four well-educated people at once. The anxiety experienced by the town was forgotten.

"My surname is Ning, and my name is Caichen."

Here, the four scholars arched their hands and said in unison: "Wang Feng, Ma Liu, Zhang Ti, Zhao Tang."

Ning Shusheng was stunned. The names of these four people, combined together, are romantic and suave, and then he laughed. They are really four strange scholars.

But that's okay, it's also an elegant thing to get together to discuss classic books.

rustle...

The night wind blew through the forest outside the temple, and the footsteps of people walking through fallen leaves could be heard. The five of them stopped talking, and turned their heads nervously, only to see a man wearing a cloak and a long-handled knife wearing a hat came in.

The flame swayed and reflected half of the other person's face, revealing a chin full of stubble. The man's voice was hoarse and short.

"Take a break."

After speaking, he spread the cloak, walked to the temple pillar on the other side with the knife in hand and sat down, lowered the bamboo hat, as if falling asleep.

"I seem to have seen that person before."

Ning Caichen moved his butt, got closer to the four people beside him, and said in a low voice: "When I entered the town in the afternoon, I saw someone chasing and killing him on the road, as if trying to steal something from him. Under his cloak, there was only one arm. .”

Among the four, Zhao Tang tugged at the hems of the three elder brothers.

"That person looks familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before."

"Don't talk too much, take care of ourselves."

While they were talking, a gust of wind blew in a few fallen leaves at the door, and the five people's eyes were blurred, and a figure suddenly appeared at the door with a box on his back. He stopped shaking, and hurriedly moved towards the corner of the wall a few times.

"Take a break."

The man also opened his mouth to repeat the words, glanced at the figure in the bamboo hat sitting under the temple pillar, stepped on his foot, jumped to the beam to lie on his side, and stirred the wooden box with the rope on the beam.

"There are two men with such murderous intent coming, I'm afraid this place is not a place to stay for a long time, so hurry up and leave."

"There are wolves out there."

"Then wait a little longer. When two tigers fight, one will be wounded. I will deal with it safely."

The four of them, together with Ning Caichen, retreated to the corner, guarding the fire to keep warm, not daring to sleep anymore, their eyes vigilantly staring back and forth at the two figures on the room and under the temple pillars.

Wow--

The howling of wolves in the distant mountains was desolate and long, the moonlight shone coldly on the forest outside the temple, and there was a soft rustling sound, and a deep well behind the temple was gradually white mist.

hehehe...

As the leaves swayed, a woman's silver-bell-like chuckle suddenly sounded in the night sky, followed by a burst of fallen leaves blowing across the ground towards the temple gate, and passed inside.

The four scholars all trembled, you look at me, I look at you, there is an indescribable sense of déjà vu.

"Four brothers, what's the matter?"

"Something bad is about to happen. If you believe in us, just follow." Zhang Ti pulled Ning Caichen up and leaned against the wall with the three brothers. Two beautiful figures, one white and one red, stepped across the threshold.

"Hey, sister, look, there are a lot of people today."

The tulle was hanging down, and the woman who came in with a long skirt had fair skin, and her long, round legs could be vaguely seen. The jade hairpin inserted in the high plate of blue silk swayed gently as she walked.

Another woman in red gauze stood on tiptoe next to the white woman with bare feet, and the scholar who winked at the corner of the wall froze for a moment with a smile on his face.

"Sister, those four people are so familiar."

"Ok?"

Following Bai Qianying's puzzled humming, the hair roots of the four scholars over there stood on end, and they stared at the two women at the door dumbfounded.

"Isn't this... those two fox demons from back then?!"

"So they are the four gentlemen who escaped from our sisters back then..." The white woman also recognized the four people over there, her slender waist swaying, her scarlet fingertips across her red lips: "Unexpectedly, four This gentleman misses the two sisters from the slave family, so he has found them again."

The moonlight came into the temple gate, Ning Caichen looked left and right at the Fourth Scholar, only heard the word "fox demon", and didn't know what happened.

The four of them swallowed, their pale faces were covered with sweat, seeing that the man in the bamboo hat over there was motionless, they had to rely on themselves, they should be able to do it, Wang Feng took a deep breath, clenched his fists and walked out.

"Stop talking nonsense, the four of us are full of money, how can we miss you two monsters, you practiced and transformed into a human form, but you have no sense of shame, do things that take people's lives, and you are worthy of your hard practice!"

The more he spoke, the more vigorous he was, standing in front of the crowd, stretching out his arms and waving, his words became sonorous and powerful.

"Stealing the spirit of heaven and earth to gain the Tao, if you don't think about doing good, you will be enraged by humans and gods, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. Those of us who study, cultivate the spirit of arrogance, and wish to replace those who died in vain, and eat their flesh alive!"

"I, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, firmly adhered to the virtues of martial arts, swept away the world, swept the eight wastelands, and established a life for the people. My prince of the Sui Dynasty is a sage and enlightened. In the future, he will inherit the great rule, and he will bring peace to all generations, and establish the great virtue of the world. You and other monsters Misfortune and harm to the people, the danger of destruction is only a matter of time, and the souls are scattered—”

The words fell down like iron, Wang Feng lowered his arms, looked at Erhu, who was smiling and unmoved, and smacked his lips.

"Well... I'm done."

He turned his face to look at Ning Caichen and the three brothers behind him.

"I did my best for my brother."

"After speaking, it's the turn of the slave sisters."

At the entrance of the temple, two slender figures gently stepped forward under the tulle, and walked over silently, calling out in a soft and teasing voice:

"Your Majesty, just enjoy yourself..."

The next moment, the wind whistled, and there was a bang of gold and iron. Sparks splashed under the feet of the two foxes, one red and one white, and a thin knife was inserted there, swaying slightly.

The white fox looked at the temple pillars in the direction the blade flew from.

"I don't want to pretend to be dead, I also want to be a hero."

Over there, the sitting figure was holding a knife in one hand, and the tip of the knife stood up against the ground. Under the spread cloak, the left arm was empty, and there were several heads with blue-faced fangs and a red tail hanging from his waist.

With just one glance, the red fox's pupils dilated instantly, and he stretched out his hand to pull the eldest sister in front of him, his voice stammering.

"That's my foxtail...he...he was the swordsman that night!"

Beasts have an acquired fear of those who have beheaded themselves. Erhu knew that something was wrong, so he set up a demonic wind and rushed out of the temple gate.

"Grandma, someone here wants to destroy Lanruo Temple!"

The light of the knife smashed the threshold along the ground, and the moment the wood chips exploded, they went straight in the direction where Erhu was flying.

boom!

The mud and rocks on the ground were broken, and a black shadow rushed out from the bottom up, colliding with the knife light.

Chapter 236 Fate Comes So Coincidentally

boom--

The knife light seemed to be torn apart in people's sight, twisted and scattered, and the air was shaken to create a circle of ripples.

"It's so demonic!!"

The man in the bamboo hat with temple pillars put on a cloak, turned his face slightly, his eyes slanted to the five scholars in the corner, and said hoarsely: "If you hear something wrong, go immediately, to the north is Shangyong City."

The corners of the canopy were turned over, the floor tiles were cracked under the feet, and the afterimage was pulled out with a long handle knife, rushing out of the view of the temple gate, the black shadow that broke through the ground was actually a root, dancing in place like a long tongue .

"Monster, get mad!!"

The swordsman shouted violently, took two steps with his hands, and moved towards the root of the open space outside the temple to meet him. The blade roared, accompanied by the roar of "Drink!", and he slashed out angrily with the knife in one hand.

The moment of contact.

The root tendrils retracted suddenly, and drilled back into the soil, and the cut edge fell to the ground with a bang, and the ground was rippled, turning up a layer of soil and spreading it around.

Wearing a bamboo hat, the one-armed swordsman squinted his eyes, his eyes slowly swept across the ground, and his right ear trembled imperceptibly. In the next second, he raised his foot on the blade, and raised the long sword with one arm, Flipping from the top of the head, the tip of the knife was inserted straight into the ground on the other side, and the blade was more than half submerged.

"Monster, die!"

The swordsman roared, gripped the handle of the knife tightly and twisted it. There was a sound of 'chi', a large puff of white air was released from the ground, and a small ball of dirt flew away towards the distance immediately visible to the naked eye.

"Go? Where is it so easy—"

The edge of the knife was reversed, and the swordsman pulled the knife backwards, pulling out a round of knife energy along the ground, chasing behind the dirt bag, "咵咵", the soil burst open, and caught up with the flying dirt bag in a blink of an eye.

Bang bang.

Numerous mud debris exploded and splashed away.

The smoke and dust filled the air, the swordsman's cloak swept away the dust, he held the handle tightly, and the long knife fell to the ground with a 'hum', his eyes looked ahead vigilantly, his ears kept shaking, listening to the subtle movements around that ordinary people could not detect .

As a warrior, the four senses of hearing, seeing, smelling, and sensing are necessary. In the past three years, since the battle with the monster, except for the transcendent perception of sword skills, the rest is to continuously improve these four senses. Even the slightest disturbance could be caught by him keenly.

The fire light from the temple gate swayed, and the moment the light shone in front of him and turned dark, an inch of dirt in front of his sight flew into the sky, and more than a dozen black shadows more than twice the size of a person broke through the ground, and the sound was like a rock It shattered, and with a few bangs, it swept along the ground and mid-air like overwhelming.

"Uhhhhh-"

The swordsman roared again and again, pressed the handle of the knife, dragged the knife to the ground, and ran up to the dozen or so giant black shadows. A giant, the juice splashed in all directions, and the moment it split, the figure stepped out and dodged it wittily. The sound of tearing and slashing is full of bang bang puffs.

The five scholars hiding in the temple leaned their heads out one after another by the door and looked out. The dumbfounded scene couldn't understand what kind of power this extreme martial arts was. Countless knife lights are flickering.

Outside, the blade whipped up wind and thunder, and chopped into the giant rhizome. The roots that split the opening suddenly tightened, clamping his knife edge. In the darkness, a nearby root suddenly swept across.

Facing the black shadow whose eyes were rapidly enlarged and covering his sight, the swordsman withdrew his hand from the hilt of the knife, and put his arm across his chest to block it.

In the next second, the arm touched the pitch-black root.