Words must die [Comprehensive martial arts]

Hearing the name Chu Liuxiang blurted out, Gu Shenyan's brows slightly raised.

He seemed to have heard Lu Xiaofeng mention this name before.

Noticing Gu Shenyan's gaze, Lu Xiaofeng whispered: "This should be the number one talent in Shaolin, Miao Seng Wu Hua."

It should be, but Gu Shenyan noticed that Lu Xiaofeng's tone was actually very firm.

According to the rumors, Miao Seng Wu Hua is not only stunningly talented, but also has a refined demeanor. He is a celebrity in Buddhism and a rare handsome man.

There are not many people in this world who can deserve such an evaluation.

But in Lu Xiaofeng's view, the young monk who walked slowly towards the twilight was even more outstanding than what was described in the rumors.

His eyes are like bright stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is as bright as a young girl's. He is wearing plain clothes and white socks, and his whole body is spotless.

Even the smile on his face is full of holiness.

As if heaven and man.

"That's right, it's him."

Chu Liuxiang nodded slightly, but there was some suspicion in his eyes. He felt that the appearance of Wuhua did not seem to be a coincidence, but if it was not a coincidence, could it be...

At this time, the young monk had come before the crowd.

He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, bowed to everyone, and then said to Chu Liuxiang: "The poor monk was entrusted by someone, and I came here to tell Brother Chu about this."

Chu Liuxiang, who had a prediction in her heart, returned a gift to Wuhua, and asked what was the matter directly, ignoring more greetings.

"The person you are looking for has been captured by the beggar gang, and he has been punished."

After saying this, a look of compassion flashed across Wuhua's face, she closed her eyes and chanted the Buddha's name again.

Chu Liuxiang was dumbfounded for a moment.

What does this mean... Monk Hua is dead?

Ximen Chuuxue began to feel cold again.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was a bit dazed at first, was brought back to his senses by the cold air. He blinked, and couldn't help but ask, "Why... even the Beggar Gang got involved in this matter?"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "A friend of the Beggar Gang told me about this. During this time, he has been helping me track down Monk Hua's whereabouts."

There are many disciples of the Beggar Gang, so the news is very well-informed. Chu Liuxiang was able to find Monk Hua within a few days, and it was naturally inseparable from the help of his friend.

But he really didn't expect the follow-up development to become like this.

I feel very delicate.

It's like punching cotton with a punch, and a sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

Of course, he couldn't blame his well-meaning friend for meddling in his own business, but for Ximen Chuuxue... I'm afraid it's not easy to explain.

Seeing Ximen Chuuxue who was clearly unhappy, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

"Master Ximen—"

Chu Liuxiang thought, no matter what, he should apologize to the other party first.

However, Ximen Chuuxue, who made a trip for nothing, didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

After giving Chu Liuxiang a cold look, Ximen Chuuxue turned around and walked up to Gu Shenyan and Didianhong.

"Are you a swordsman?"

"Yes."

Yidianhong's hand that had been holding onto the hilt of the sword was slightly tightened. Although his face was the same as that of Ximen Fuxue, without any expression changes, his tone was a little impatient: "Are you willing to fight with me?"

Ximen Chuuxue, who came for this purpose, nodded slightly, and quietly dropped his hand on the hilt of his sword.

But before doing it, he did not forget to ask the opponent's name as usual.

The confrontation between swordsmen is often linked to life and death, especially for Ximen Chuuxue.

His sword is an indomitable sword that is sure to win, so every time he strikes the sword, there is usually only one situation between him and his opponent-either you die or I die.

Asking the opponent's name is because he does not kill the unknown person, and also because he is also prepared to die by the opponent's sword.

"A little bit of red in the Central Plains."

"Ximen Chuixue."

……

On this side, the two people who have reported their names to each other have already put on a stance, but on the other side, Chu Liuxiang showed a look of surprise: "He is a little red in the Central Plains? The number one in the Central Plains who claims to kill without bloodshed and is a little red under the sword." Killer?"

"Ah."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, and was about to tell Chu Liuxiang that Dianhong had washed her hands and was no longer a killer, when Wuhua, who was standing by the side, suddenly took a step back.

Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously looked at him.

Wu Hua, who was always smiling, turned cold at some point, he frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Since the word has been delivered, the poor monk will take his leave."

Wuhua's seemingly displeased attitude made Lu Xiaofeng a little confused for a while.

Chu Liuxiang guessed the reason, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "No wonder you want to become a monk, it's just a name..."

"But it's a bloody name."

Wuhua lowered her eyes, and there was a trace of disgust faintly revealed in her tone.

To suffer!

From the conversation between the two, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to understand something, and immediately turned his head to look at Gu Shenyan who was walking towards this side.

really--

"You monk is really talented."

Gu Shenyan stopped in his tracks, the smile on his face became extraordinarily bright, as if spring flowers were blooming, but the words that came out of his mouth were not as gentle as the spring breeze.

"This is the first time I've heard that someone can hear the smell of blood from a name. With such supernatural powers, your life must be very hard, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng grinned, and glanced at Wu Hua sympathetically.

Once brother Gu protects his shortcomings, it is not something ordinary people can resist.

Wu Hua who was suddenly stunned: "..."

Gu Shenyan said again: "But since that's the case, why do you ask for trouble, don't stay in a clean place, and insist on stepping into this mundane world?"

To be honest, Gu Shenyan felt that the so-called Seven Wonderful Monks, I am afraid that Gao Jie is a fake, but the arrogance is true.

It's not that he has never seen a real eminent monk.

Buddhism emphasizes tolerance, compassion, equality of all beings, and laying down the butcher knife to become a Buddha immediately.

A true eminent monk, even if he encounters a heinous person, will have compassion in his heart and try his best to persuade him to do good, instead of feeling disgusted and avoiding it.

In Gu Shenyan's eyes, Wuhua's attitude seemed narrow-minded.

"Cough cough."

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward, and Gu Shenyan seemed to want to continue 'taunting', Lu Xiaofeng quickly changed the subject: "Then what, Ximen and the others have already started a competition."

So Brother Gu, can we calm down first?

Compared to hating people, it seems that this matter is more important, right?

Gu Shenyan's eyes circled around Wuhua again, and after making a soft snort of unknown meaning, he finally shifted his attention to Ximen Chuuxue and Yidianhong.

Although it has only just begun, the outcome of this competition has already been decided.

At least from Gu Shenyan's point of view.

Regardless of swordsmanship or internal strength, Ximen Chuuxue is better than Dianhong. Perhaps within two or three hundred moves, this competition can be over.

But even so, Gu Shenyan still looked at it very seriously.

In fairness, Ximen Chuuxue's potential in kendo is definitely higher than that of Yidianhong. His growth rate is almost visible to the naked eye. Every sword will be faster, more accurate, and more agile than the previous sword.

This is a born swordsman.

He has enough talent, and also has a single-minded focus and dedication to the sword. Such a person is destined to become a peerless swordsman.

Maybe in a few years, there will be another sword master in this world.

Gu Shenyan was looking forward to this day.

Of course, Gu Shenyan's performance did not disappoint.

On the surface, Dianhong's strength didn't seem to have grown significantly, but as time went by, Gu Shenyan could feel that the hostility in his swordsmanship was gradually diminishing.

Ok……

Suddenly a little happy.

It's like watching a seed you planted slowly sprout.

The two hundred moves passed quickly, and the competition was coming to an end in less than two cups of tea time.

Yidianhong clearly showed signs of decline, he was no longer able to fight back with his sword, and could barely parry Ximen Chuuxue's attack.

The competition has progressed to this extent, in fact, the winner has already been determined.

But Ximen Chuuxue's offensive did not restrain at all.

To be precise, it cannot converge.

Every sword that Ximen Chuixue stabs out is swift and fierce, leaving no room for maneuver, leaving neither the opponent nor himself the room to maneuver.

Night falls.

In the darkness, those two swords shining with cold light are very eye-catching.

With unstoppable vigor, Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced towards the mouth of Little Red Heart.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally beforehand, seeing this scene, Lu Xiaofeng still became nervous involuntarily. He couldn't help turning his head to look beside him, only to see a white shadow flash——

The next moment, Gu Shenyan, who was still standing next to Lu Xiaofeng, had already slid behind a little red.

With a sound of 'clang', Ximen Chuuxue's sword edge was blocked less than three feet in front of Didianhong's body, and he was even shocked by the force to take half a step back.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he looked along the hand that suddenly protruded from the red wrist.

"The victory and defeat are divided, so let's go to the end."

Gu Shenyan walked out from behind Didianhong slowly, and smiled slightly at Ximen Chuuxue: "Villa Master Ximen is good at swordsmanship."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't respond, but just stared at Gu Shenyan closely, with astonishment in his eyes, but also a burning fighting spirit that quickly gathered.

Just one sword strike was enough to make Ximen Chuuxue realize that this white-clothed young man who had been neglected by him was not only a master of concealment, but also a master of sword use.

He didn't even see clearly how the sword came from just now, as if without a trace, he blocked his own sword in an instant.

"You—" Ximen Chuuxue subconsciously wanted to challenge the opponent.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Shenyan stopped him.

"No."

Gu Shenyan suppressed his smile and said solemnly, "I won't fight you now."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes showed suspicion: "Why?"

"Because I'm hungry." After a short pause, Gu Shenyan said seriously again: "If you must learn swordsmanship with me, you can wait until after I finish dinner."

……

A little red couldn't help blinking.

How does he feel that this scene looks familiar?