The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Zhongyuan Dianhong's sword is the exact opposite of Ximen Chuuxue's sword, even though they are both murderous swords.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is Saibei's plum blossom, even if it kills someone, it is superior, and every move is exquisite and refined.And Zhongyuan is a little red, he can only kill, his sword is a sword born only for killing, and he doesn't need to blow blood, because all the people he kills will only leave a little blood on their throats, not even blood. The opportunity to flow out.

The little monk held his Zen stick tightly, tipped his toes on the edge of the carriage and flew up, failing to stir up any dust when he landed.

Even if the coachman is a veteran, he can't keep calm and meticulous in driving in such a battle, so he has long since jumped off the shaft to hide.Without the coachman, the horse was frightened again. He hissed up to the sky and started to run wild, wishing to throw off all the restraints on his body immediately.

Hua Manlou was still holding the folding fan in his hand, like a nobleman going out for an outing, but Zhongyuan Yidianhong was holding the sword in his hand, not daring to underestimate either of these two.

Shi Xin, two months ago in Mount Emei, he had a duel with Ximen Chuuxue, Ximen Chuuxue was defeated, and his understanding of swords has improved; Best friends, backed by the Hua family, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is precisely because of this that Zhongyuan Yidianhong took over the order.

No matter how you say it, Yidianhong is a killer after all. Since he is a killer, he has to take orders, even if he is asked to kill his favorite family and friends, he has to go!

However, the killers who can be top-notch often have no family and friends. They only know how to kill, and they only know how to kill.

The little monk didn't care about this, he only knew that this man was coming to kill him, so they had to fight and they had to win.

Zhong Yuan wouldn't care if he was a little red, his gray eyes were filled with indifference, he saw no difference between killing a chicken and killing a chicken, and killing such a master would make him even more excited.

The sword moved.

The cold sword light exploded in front of the little monk, carrying the bloody smell unique to murder weapons.The little monk tapped his toes, slid away from the sword, and in a change of hand, a heavy hammer swung away the point of the red sword!

Yidianhong knew that this task was difficult and dangerous, so she was not surprised at all. With a twist of her wrist, the tip of the sword pointed at the young monk's right shoulder.This move is designed to lure the enemy, as long as the little monk dares to block, the sword will stab into his delicate neck in the next second!

A little red sword is different from everyone else. Ordinary people use a sword with a shoulder to an elbow, and the sword moves when the elbow is moved; a little red sword relies entirely on wrist strength, and the shoulder and elbow do not move. Twice as fast as ordinary people.

Swift, agile, and extremely ruthless, this is the sword of Zhongyuan Dianhong.

Hua Manlou tightly held the folding fan in his hand, worried but didn't dare to intervene.There is no one between the two of them who can intervene now. If they insist on making a move, they may accidentally injure the little monk.

The little monk never looked for any flaws in his moves when fighting, he only relied on his intuition.The beast's intuition never goes wrong, he simply ignored the sword that was about to stab his shoulder, and turned around to dodge it. A little red knee smashed away!

"Hmm..." Yidianhong snorted, and beads of sweat immediately oozed from his forehead, the sword in his hand still kept moving, and he had already used more than a dozen moves without turning his wrist!

The little monk didn't panic at all, held the Zen stick in his right hand and swept it directly, forming a copper-yellow halo in front of him.In terms of experience in moves, the little monk is definitely not as popular as the one who has practiced killing since childhood, so the little monk doesn't compare with those at all.

He doesn't use any complicated and exquisite moves, only the most basic movements, but his skill is deeper than [-]% of the people in this world, even if he swayed it casually, it is powerful enough.

Breakthrough all methods.

Listening to their movements, Hua Manlou was finally relieved, and then he couldn't laugh or cry—the little monk chose this way not only because he wanted to maximize his strengths and avoid weaknesses, but he was probably just trying to be lazy!

How tiring it must be to resolve a little red's moves seriously, how troublesome it is to find and use the flaws, just smash them open.

Hua Manlou was [-]% sure that the little monk had such an idea in his mind, but it had to be said that it was more reasonable.

How many people in the arena can understand this truth?Not only do many people want to fight to the death, but they also want to be first and second.Your moves are exquisite, so I will be more subtle than yours; if you can use 36 moves, I will use 42 moves, but I have forgotten the simplest principle of "developing strengths and avoiding weaknesses".

The little monk quickly ended the battle, and the little monk smashed the sword of Yidianhong into several pieces. Yidianhong himself was even more embarrassed. The ground was bent, and the clothes on his body were not torn, but they were still stained with a lot of dust.

The rope was specially prepared by the little monk. After all, the rope is used too much, such as now.The rope that can be carefully kept in the arms of the little monk is naturally not an ordinary rope. It is mixed with soft gold and silk, which is more than enough to be used as a weapon, but now it is used by the little monk as a rope to tie people. I'm going to cry a lot.

"Why did you come to kill me?" The little monk held his Zen stick in his hand, looking at the little red who was tied up with five flowers, he actually had a condescending meaning.

Yidianhong finally said: "You don't know?" Even his face as cold as a coffin board showed doubts.

Hua Manlou yelled out his identity, but the little monk didn't know why?Even if it is reasonable for him to ask who sent you, he asked why?

"He's just doing things with money." Hua Manlou sighed softly, and walked to the side of the young monk.

Only then did the little monk suddenly realize: "Oh, I understand! Is it just like in the script?"

The stories told in the script must be reasonable, but the little monk doesn't understand that the reality is more illogical than the script.So the little monk is still studying: "But I didn't offend anyone, isn't the Jinpeng Dynasty solved by Lu Xiaofeng?"

The research was fruitless, and the little monk immediately remembered the captive who was still tied up: "Who sent you here?"

With a red face, his eyes are empty.

Hua Manlou explained: "He won't say anything. Since he has taken the money, he will never divulge any information about the customer. This is their rule."

"Are rules more important than life?" The little monk was stunned.

"Yes, more important than life."

The little monk couldn't understand at all, what could be more important than life?Life is gone but everything is gone.

Although he couldn't understand it, the little monk also understood that he couldn't get anything out of a little red mouth, and he had to think for himself.But now the horse ran away with the carriage, and the driver hid, and there were only three of them left in the wilderness.

I still have to hurry, the little monk was worried.

If it was just him and Hua Manlou, of course he could run to the nearest city with light work, but with the burden of a little red, the little monk was a little unhappy.

It's not that he can't carry a little red, it's just that he doesn't need to carry a weight, but after adding a little red, he has to run for so long with a weight, of course the little monk is not happy.But you can't let Huamanlou carry it, the little monk will be even more unhappy.

So there is only one choice left.

"Let's go." The little monk untied the rope from Yidianhong's body, folded it up, and stuffed it into his sleeve - this rope is more expensive than the little monk, so it must be put away!

It is impossible to kill, not to kill in this life.But I can't ask questions, and keeping him is just a burden, so it's better to drive him away quickly.

Dianhong was stunned instead: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"? Why should I kill you?" The little monk was even more puzzled than him, and even wrote it on his face.

Yidianhong slowly stretched his body, his knees were even deformed by the little monk, and he was covered in cold sweat.After he finally stood up straight, he was already dripping with sweat—but if anyone thinks that he has become a drowning dog at the mercy of others, he will be bitten to death by this drowning dog.

"I owe you my life." A little red said hoarsely.

A question mark appeared in the little monk's eyes, why are there so many people talking about themselves, or is it that the so-called Jianghu just don't talk well?

Yidianhong didn't answer, but nodded lightly as a farewell, and then walked slowly towards the mountains and forests, propping up her two injured legs.

"He's so strange." The little monk looked at the back of a little red, and muttered to Huamanlou.

Hua Manlou sighed, "Not everyone will let him go."

The little monk imitated Lu Xiaofeng's appearance, and sighed deeply: "People in the Jianghu are so strange."

Hua Manlou was amused by him: "Now you are also a member of the world!"

"I just know martial arts, and I happened to take care of such a little bit of nosy." The little monk was confident, "As long as I am different from them, it doesn't matter whether I am in the Jianghu or not."

"Grind but not phosphorous, nirvana but not black. You are already clearer than many people!" Hua Manlou's face was full of satisfaction.

When any skill reaches a certain stage, it is no longer the superposition of skills, but the process of cultivating the mind is more important.Although the little monk is still young, he can see more clearly than most people.

Rather, maybe it is because of his young age that he can be so transparent.

The more you go up, the more desires will come. If you have martial arts, you want fame. If you have fame, you will have money. If you have money, you want to enjoy luxury and luxury everywhere. All the good things in the world belong to him.

Desires can expand, and Huamanlou is well aware of this truth.

But for the young monk now, the best thing is the pastry from Hefangzhai, and even the twisted gold rope he carefully folded is just because the little monk thinks it is very expensive, and he cannot afford to lose it That's all.

Yes, even though it had been handed over to the young monk, he didn't take it for granted that the twisted gold rope was his own, and thought of borrowing it temporarily and returning it later.

It is not uncommon to kill people to seize treasures, but it is rare to pick up gold without knowing it.

Hua Manlou listened to the little monk's muttering, and couldn't help but start worrying about the little monk's future.

After the pain of sinking into the swamp of filth and the temptation of bejeweled beauties, can he still be so spotless?

Wipe it lightly from time to time to avoid dust.Hua Manlou suddenly remembered this famous Buddhist gatha, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The little monk was completely unaware of Huamanlou's worries, and excitedly dragged Huamanlou on his way—he was still waiting to solve the case!

Jin Jiuling definitely has a big problem, he must find out!