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Holding the Buddha string warmed by his own body temperature in his hand, Ji Chen didn't speak for a long time.

He thought he had found the most stubborn and unmelting ice in the world-the human heart.Along the way, they met many poor people, including couples displaced by the war, children who were born homeless, and unknown people whose corpses were exposed in the wilderness.When the monk groaned empathetically and recited the scriptures in a low voice, Fu Xueyi, who always had a smile on his face, was also very dignified, standing silently by the side.

Ji Chen always thought that he was somewhat kind by nature.However, just now, Ji Chen, who was following all the way, saw with his own eyes a bloody Fu Xueyi coming out of the mansion, and with such a calm smile, he skillfully and neatly cut off the heads of the three men in black— ——as if he had to rub his chopsticks a few times before eating Yangchun.

"Baldy donkey, do you believe me?" Seemingly anxious, Fu Xueyi pursed his lips stubbornly and looked at the motionless monk.

"Seeing is believing. Wearing snow clothes, the poor monk only believes what he sees." After speaking, Jichen's lips moved, and the golden light all over his body swelled. Suddenly, a huge Buddha statue with benevolent eyebrows and benevolent eyes appeared behind him, and the dazzling light caught people's eyes.

"It turns out—you never believed me." Fu Xueyi even forgot to dodge the Tathagata's slap from the front, and just stood there stupidly.If the person really killed him, he can admit it directly, and there is no need to explain it like this.But the problem is that these people's deaths, even Fu Xueyi himself is at a loss.What made him feel even more chilled was that this monk didn't believe him.

For some reason, the palm that seemed to be full of strength lost a little force when it hit Fu Xueyi's body.Even so, Fu Xueyi still unavoidably vomited blood with a "poof", and the light red blood mist sprayed on Yun Zhongxue's blade.

This monk actually wanted to drive him away... Fu Xueyi clutched his chest and coughed violently a few times, causing bursts of tearing pain in his lungs: "I didn't... you cough cough cough cough...do you believe it?" I cough cough cough..."

Clutching the blood spilling out of her mouth in a hurry, Fu Xueyi hurriedly put away the dagger, and when she wanted to recuperate her inner breath, she found that her inner mansion was empty—not even a trace of true energy could be raised.A strange fear came to his heart, Fu Xueyi felt his limbs were so cold that they were numb.He looked at the monk in disbelief, and even his voice was trembling: "You...you actually abolished my martial arts?"

Ji Chen clasped his hands together, turned around without looking at him, and said indifferently: "Swords and swords are not wrong, the one who uses them is wrong. But monks are not allowed to kill. In order to prevent the benefactor from continuing to be obsessed, the poor monk had to use the benefactor's martial arts. "

"Okay, okay, Buddhism is merciful—thank you, master, for saving my humble life..." Fu Xueyi had a mocking smile on her face, holding the cold short knife handle in one hand, and clutching her painful chest with the other, dragging the heavy With both feet, he staggered step by step towards the darkness in the distance.

"There are more than 100 lives in Xie's mansion, and someone will come to ask you for it. Donor, you go." The compassionate monk closed his eyes slightly, hiding the trace of unbearable in his heart, and silently said a word of Amitabha. Falling into Avici Hell, I still hope that the donor will do it for himself.”

On the streets of Yecheng, there is a mist and a continuous flow.

"Candied haws——candied haws that are not sweet and cost nothing—"

"Fresh meat buns! Only two pennies!"

"Sugar man—"

The waiter at the noodle stall's eyes blurred, and he saw a figure standing in front of him.Without raising his head, he habitually tore off the clean cloth towel on his shoulders, and diligently wiped the table and stool a few times.When he raised his head, he saw that the guest in front of him was dressed in pure black, with a black veiled hat on his head, and the palms of his hands propped on the table were tense, as if he was suffering from great pain, and he could faintly smell a few traces of it at the tip of his nose. Bloody smell.

"Yangchun noodles...two bowls." The guest ordered hoarsely.

The waiter in the shop was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a strong desire to survive, thinking to himself that this customer has offended his enemies and seen blood.

In the middle of the night, Fu Xueyi found out that he was bleeding a lot, so he stumbled into a pharmacy in the dark, picked some herbs at random, treated his wound roughly, and was terrified by the pharmacy owner. Under his gaze, he put down some broken silver and walked away.

He is not from the Central Plains, and he doesn't know much about the customs and customs of the Central Plains, so he doesn't know where he should go.He just kept dragging his body, walking as he wanted, and before he knew it, he came to the noodle stall where he and the bald donkey ate noodles.He could vaguely feel the reassuring warmth from that person's not-so-forgiving back, but now it dissipated like a mist around him.

The bald donkey didn't believe that he had abolished his martial arts, and sooner or later he would destroy his monk temple after he practiced martial arts again, and teach him to regret it!Fu Xueyi gritted her teeth, slandered, and casually placed her own Yun Zhongxue on the table, rubbing the flowing cloud pattern on the handle of the knife.Ever since he could remember, he had been practicing martial arts with his master. For so many years, Yun Zhongxue had been by his side like his left and right arms—it's a pity that he had lost all his martial arts and was pierced by a palm. Difficult, can't help but feel a little sad.While thinking about it, suddenly there was a strong attack from behind, Fu Xueyi hurriedly dodged sideways, raised his eyebrows, slapped the table vigorously horizontally, and scolded in a cold voice: "Who? Don't you have eyes?!"

"Xiaoer! Serve me five bowls of noodles... and some appetizers!" Someone shouted loudly from behind, and then several people pushed behind Fu Xueyi, muttering something.

Seeing that they accidentally bumped into someone, one of their leaders, a middle-aged man, turned his head. Seeing that the person in front of him was full of murderous intent, he quickly put on a smiling face, bowed and cupped his hands in apology: "Don't worry about it, brother, just now we The brothers were too focused on what they were saying, you have a lot of people, why don't I give you a crime, or..."

The icy touch from the fingertips was like snowflakes in the twelfth lunar month, waking up the irritable person, who swirled a harsh word around his lips three times before swallowing it back.Fu Xueyi tightly grasped his dagger as if holding a life-saving straw, and a strange fear lingered in his heart like a poisonous snake, devouring the few joys in his heart.

The famous "Fu Seventeen" has lost all his martial arts. If he doesn't seek trouble from others, will the trouble let him go?

Seeing the furious man in black suddenly fell silent, the boss was just about to turn around out of luck, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the short knife in his hand that looked familiar.He clicked his tongue, frowned, and squinted his eyes for a few minutes.

Black clothes, a veiled hat, and a dagger with flowing cloud patterns... He was so startled that his eyes split open, he took two steps back in fear, and blurted out a name: "...Fu, Fu Seventeen?"

Mobei wears snow clothes, when the snow in the clouds comes out, the head is cut and the throat is locked, and the blade drinks blood, everyone knows who doesn't know.

Seeing being recognized by someone, Fu Xueyi's face hidden under the black veil turned pale, the coldness in his eyes seemed to turn the warmth of March into frost, he clenched his short knife as if to cover up, and squeezed out a knife from his mouth. A word that seemed to have been icy: "Get lost!"

Hearing that name, several people were already terrified. Seeing his undisguised killing intent, they were so frightened that they almost wanted to run away.

It just so happened that the waiter from the shop came to serve the food at this time, seeing the undercurrent of the atmosphere in the room, he decisively put down a bowl of Yangchun noodles, bowed his head and said inwardly, "Please use it slowly", and quickly went down.

Fu Xueyi, who was surrounded by people, didn't care, rubbed his chopsticks a few times, and ate noodles like no one else was there.

The leading middle-aged man was afraid, but when he saw that he was ruthless but did not draw a knife, he felt a little strange, and suddenly smelled the fragrance of fragrant noodles mixed with a faint smell of blood.He squinted his shrewd eyes, and tentatively asked: "Your Excellency... Are you really gifted seventeen?"

Fu Xueyi's heart shuddered, and she continued to remain silent.

Seeing that the man in black never responded positively, and his wrist holding on to the chopsticks was even weaker, a stern smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.He boldly went to Fu Xueyi's side, sat down carelessly, and really smelled the stronger blood that he expected: "In these days, anyone can pretend to be Fu Shiqi..."

Before Fu Xueyi had an attack, he picked up the warm Yangchun noodles, poured the soup and noodles on Fu Xueyi's head, and said bitterly: "I will tell you the truth, brother, I have a grudge against Fu Shiqi. At the beginning, Fu Shiqi put the Yunzhongxue in your hand on your neck. If a monk didn’t pass by to help, I would almost die in hell. The shape, size and pattern of this Yunzhongxue, I can dream dream……"

A bowl of hot soup was poured on his face, and the scorching hot soup stuck to the gauze, causing red spots to appear on his face.Regardless of his own embarrassment, Fu Xueyi suppressed the pain from his mouth, held the short knife and attacked the neck of the person on the side with all his strength.

The man didn't sit still, he grabbed Fu Xueyi with one hand, evaded the soft move and snatched the sharp short knife from his hand, tore off the veil on his head with the other hand, and stomped on his feet fiercely , raised his head and stared: "It doesn't matter whether you are Fu Shiqiu or not, and you are carrying Yun Zhongxue, don't think that this matter will pass so easily!"

The bowls and jars were broken all over the floor. Seeing the guests fighting, the shivering noodle stall owner and the waiter hugged each other, huddled in the corner to hide from the flying stools and tables.

The messy Fu Xueyi on his head turned red, staring at the dagger reflecting the snow-white light, and said lightly, "Give it back to me."

The middle-aged man glanced at the dagger in his hand, then shook his hand a few times triumphantly: "Get it yourself—"

Fu Xueyi rushed over suddenly, but saw the person in front of him blink, and he couldn't hold back and threw himself on the table. The wound on his chest was so shocked that there was a hole in his chest, and the pain caused blood to rush into his throat.Pain, pain all over the body.As long as one is lucky, the meridians of the whole body will feel dull pain as if someone has been stabbed with a knife.

"Amitabha——" At this time, a familiar Buddha's words broke through the thin white mist like the dawn breaking through the clouds.

Fu Xueyi, who had a red and white face, was stunned, and couldn't help but turn around, only to see the monk holding a string of light brown Buddhist beads and looking down at him.However, a dark palm struck behind this distraction, and he staggered and fell forward.

In panic, Fu Xueyi blinked, watching Yun Zhongxue's sharp knife point getting closer and closer to him——

The light of the knife flashed, but only for a moment.

Fu Xueyi opened his eyes wide, and saw the upside-down world through the mist, and the upside-down blue sky and white clouds still trembled twice before his eyes.The last thing he saw was the astonished Jichen who broke the Buddhist string in his hand, and a few small and exquisite Buddhist beads fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled to Fu Xueyi's face.

It turned out that the great monk of Gujing Wubo would also have such a gaffe, Fu Xueyi finally thought.