Poor Monk

Before dawn.

Just as He Wude was called up by his colleagues, he walked over the mountain road rubbing his sleepy eyes, and changed guards with his colleagues who had been guarding the whole night yesterday. He was so sleepy that he couldn't cheer up at all.

"It's said that the devil fled to Bukong Mountain, but maybe he was teasing us, and he wasn't there at all?"

He yawned a dozen times, tears flowed out of his mouth, he couldn't help complaining non-stop, he only felt that the legendary Shen Damo was full of tricks, insidious and cunning, if he said he was in Bukong Mountain, then he must not be in Bukong Mountain.

"After guarding for so long, I didn't even see a single bird feather!"

"What nonsense!"

Next to him was the elder of the sect, not very tall, but his eyes were wide open, but they were already covered with bloodshot eyes, his already stubborn face gave birth to a bit of obstinate grumpiness.

"The head told you to guard here, and you guard here! Can you afford to wait until the big devil runs away?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this disciple knows his mistake, please forgive Elder Qiu!"

He Wude's drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he became sober. Only then did he realize that he had said something that should not have been said, sweated profusely, and hurriedly apologized to the elder.

Only then did Elder Qiu snort coldly, held his sword again, and went to inspect other places.

After a few steps, the scolding voice sounded again.

He Wude listened from behind, and after a while, the fear slowly subsided, and he just felt extremely boring for a while.

Jianghu?

This world is really different from what he thought.

Before entering the arena, he heard under the flyover that Mr. Shu talked about the arena, and the arena he saw in the storybook of his young friends was a knight-errant's arena.

Eat meat in large pieces, drink in large bowls, and enjoy friendship and hatred.

But after entering the rivers and lakes, there is no big piece of meat, no big bowl of wine, and no bullshit pleasure or hatred.

The big devil Shen Du?

The frightening Taoist master on the path of demons?

It seems that he has killed many people and done many outrageous things, but what does it have to do with him?

He Wude was just from an ordinary family. There was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River a few years ago, and his parents starved to death. He was the only one left, begging along the way, and finally joined a sect.

This is keeping the authenticity.

This sect is famous for its swords, and it can also be ranked among the top five in the sects that use swords. Recruiting disciples also depends on their roots.

He originally thought that after joining the sect, he would not only have a place to live in, but also realize his childhood dream, fight with swords and sing songs generously.

But gradually, he found that Jianghu was really different from what he thought.

Everyone is afraid of death.

He Wude is also afraid.

He really didn't understand why the big guys, especially those of the righteous way, always had trouble with the people of the demon way.

One well water, one river water, everyone has their own lives, isn't it good?

No matter how chaotic the demon way is, it is also the matter of the demon way.

They are fighting each other because of their own hatred, the right way, or those who claim to be the right way, want to get involved.Talk about eliminating demons and defending Taoism, not to mention that it has no effect, and many heads were given away in vain.

Unwise.

There are many disciples, and there are many disciples, so I don't bring such a bad one.

Knowing that you can't beat it, you still go?

He Wude couldn't figure it out.

But in this world, there are many things that he can't figure out.

I can't figure it out, and I simply don't want to.

Anyway, the heads and elders of the sect must have thought about it.Things that big people have already considered, small people like them can just do it.

However, when he stood on the big rock on the top of the mountain again, a strange idea suddenly popped up.

He Wude thought, after killing the big devil, he will go back.

Don't wait for this Lao Shizi to keep upright, the famine has long since passed, and grass has grown on the graves of parents, they should be cleaned up.

At this time, the fog in the mountains is still thick.

They were on the mountain five miles east of Bukong, guarding the only way to get in and out of Bukong Mountain. Not far in front of them was the canyon with Zhige stele.

The gurgling stream came from the canyon and trickled away from their feet.

It can be clearly seen that with this stream as the line, the snow on both sides melts the fastest, and the halfway up the mountain is still white, but the snow has almost melted at the Tianji Temple on the top.

He Wude actually didn't think Shen Du would come out from here at all.

Isn't that obvious?

If he really came out of here, this legendary monster with three heads and six arms would be too stupid and too courageous.

In fact, almost everyone is the same as He Wude. No one thinks that the seriously injured demon Taoist will come out of here swaggeringly.

and so--

At the moment he appeared, no one could react.

There was a sudden "clang" sound on the mountain road below, and the people around were so startled that they looked at it quickly. After seeing it, they turned pale with shock!

"Junior Brother Kun!"

Someone yelled heart-piercingly and hurried over.

But it's too late.

That Junior Brother Kun, who had just finished yawning, could no longer speak a word, and a horizontal line of blood appeared on his neck, cutting his throat and his blood vessels.

Blood spurts!

His sword fell on the rock and rolled into the stream, but who cares at this time?

He covered his throat with his hands, his small eyes were wide open, his lips were parted, as if trying to make any sound, but it was all blurred and broken.

The domineering demeanor in the past has become terrified, completely frozen on this face.

I'm out of breath.

fell to the ground.

The fellow disciple who exclaimed just now didn't even have time to run to his side.

Elder Qiu's scalp exploded behind him, and the hairs on his body stood up. Seeing that the disciple was about to run over, he hoarsely shouted: "Don't go there!!!"

But it was too late.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, no one saw clearly how the person died.

A blurry shadow flickered in the field, the breeze stirred the thick fog, and a little snow jade-like sword light pierced the man's brow with a bit of coldness sharper than this winter.

With a "plop", the person fell into the stream below, and the blood was splashed.

This time, no one dared to step forward again.

Even Elder Qiu, who had just shouted, turned pale.

Trembling with fear, everyone gathered together almost subconsciously, and then realized, shouting loudly: "Get together, don't disperse! It's the devil! It must be the devil!"

They don't understand.

At this time, there is no extra brain to think: why is it Shen Du, how did his inner strength recover, why can he kill people so mysteriously?

But they were absolutely sure that it must be him!

He Wude, who was guarding the position on the mountain, was sweating coldly on his head at this moment. When the accident happened, he hid behind the big rock with his waist down, not daring to show his head.

He only felt cold hands and feet when he heard the people below yelling to get together.

The people below can gather together, but he is on the mountain, but he absolutely dare not go down.

God knows when the devil's slaughtering knife fell on his head?

No.

He doesn't want to die yet.

He Wude tried his best to hold his breath, but he couldn't control his curious eyes. Even though he was almost frightened, he couldn't help turning his eyes away and looking down through the gap between the stone bushes. .

Dozens of people gathered together.

Everyone tries to hide in the very center of the crowd, but is always pushed out by those pushing in.Although there are brave men in the face of life and death, most of them are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

The so-called decent family is the same.

Their panicked eyes swept around, but there was thick fog all around, so what could they see clearly?

No one realizes that the danger has come!

Only He Wude, who was in a higher position, saw with his own eyes that figure in a purple-black cloak flashed out from the forest halfway up the mountain, appearing above everyone's heads as gracefully as a fairy descended into the world!

Ben has been stationed here for a long time. Some people are already tired and don't take it seriously, and some people have exhausted their minds.

No one is at the peak, they are all tired soldiers.

Not to mention, even if each of them showed [-]% of their strength, they were not Shen Du's opponents!

indescribable.

Killing is done by this person, it is like painting with a pen on paper, the tip of the sword is his pen tip, and the sword light is his pen and ink.

Swipe horizontally, blood splatters everywhere!

Some people shouted "Kill him", some people rose up with swords, rushed forward in a desperate situation, and some even fled...

All kinds of things in the world are gathered in this small corner.

But who can really stop him?

Sword light vertically and horizontally.

More and more people fell.

Soon, the tip of the sword, which had already been stained a little red by blood, hit the center of the last person's eyebrows. The sword energy shattered his brow bone, and the sword edge cut through his skin, leaving a trace of blood.

"Pfft."

The last one also fell.

When the mountain wind blows, the mist rolls and thickens a bit.

The originally blurred figure became even more blurred, just like a cloud of shadows.

He Wude couldn't see clearly, and he was a little unsure whether the big devil had left or not.It's just that after a long time, I didn't hear any more movement, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"call!"

His whole body went limp like mud for a moment, and he leaned back behind the rock, gasping for breath, unaware that a shadow had already covered the rock he was leaning on, blocking the light of the sky.

Until he scrambled to his feet and touched the shadow with his fingers.

This is already the highest point of the hill, where is the shadow coming from?

and……

Like a figure.

At that moment, a chill came out of He Wude's tailbone, and he felt stiff all over. When he slowly turned around and turned his head, he finally saw the face of the legendary monster clearly. .

The purple-black crane cloak was blown up by the mountain peak, floating like a cloud.

In his right hand he held the Hanging Rainbow Sword that had killed many people, but on the wrist of his left hand hung a string of warm-colored agarwood beads, and on his waist hung a rolled scroll.

His face was like jade, with a strange paleness on his face.

Those are the most beautiful facial features that He Wude has ever seen.

He didn't know whether it was the light of the sky that dazzled his eyes, or the frivolous mist in the mountains fascinated him. He actually felt that Gu Zhao, the number one fairy of Pengshan who had glimpsed from afar in the past, was nothing more than that.

He just glanced at it, and he didn't dare to look at it.

Afraid of such a face.

She was also afraid of the irreversible coldness between his brows and eyes.

He Wude buried his head deeply, and at the moment he lowered his head, he only saw a slight movement of the opponent's fingers holding the sword, so his legs softened and he knelt down directly.

He was straightforward, without any hesitation!

The man was lying on the ground, bowing his head at the feet of the demon, before the other party opened his mouth, and before the other party made a move, he had already begged directly: "Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I still want to go back and visit the grave for my parents... ..."

The sword, which was about to be raised, paused.

He Wude rolled his eyes out of the corner of his eye.

The slender fingers holding the sword stopped for a while, and finally retracted slowly, pressing on the hilt inside the sword.

This way, it shouldn't kill him.

But He Wude still didn't dare to look up.

After a long time, I could only hear a vague laugh from my throat, with a faint and desolate taste: "Don't want to die? But sometimes, living is really boring..."

The wind blows again.

The sound of hunting in robes is far away.

When He Wude raised his head again, the figure was already far away, gradually buried in the damp, thick and cold mist, but the direction he was heading could be clearly identified.

Instead of leaving Bukong Mountain from the east, go to the north of Bukong Mountain.

Is life really boring?

He Wude didn't understand.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, there was only one kind of great luck in his heart. For a while, all the long roads and lakes, all the chivalry and righteousness, were all forgotten.

Happy grievances, that is something that only big shots are qualified to talk about.

It's not easy for a small person like him to live in this world, so why is he wandering in the world?

Without even thinking about it, he threw away the sword in his hand, took off the robe that belonged to the disciple of Shou Zhengzong, turned around and ran directly down the mountain.

He just ran for a few steps, then ran back to touch the sword made of refined iron.

——If you take it out as a pawn, it must be worth some money.

This time, it's completely done.

He Wude went down the mountain without looking back, planning to plow the fields in the future, and then brag to the villagers and women about his extraordinary experience of escaping from the devil.

After all, there are not many people who can be spared by the big devil.

The first one is Pei Wuji, the left envoy of Jiantianya, who is equally famous on the Demon Dao; the second one is him.

Of course He Wude didn't think it was the devil who took pity on him.

The other party didn't kill him, not mainly because he was moved by him, in the final analysis, but because he was just an insignificant ant.

Whether it is life or death is of no importance, it does not affect anything.

Dense fog locks deep valleys.

The sun shines on the stream.

Not long after, the cold sun rose belatedly from the east in the cold weather, dispelling the thick fog in the deep valley, and letting the dozens of corpses in front of Bukong Mountain, a pure place of Buddhism, be exposed between the sky and the earth.