Golden Greenery

When it comes to knowledge in monasticism, Zhang Guo is superior to Yuan Tiangang. Lao Yuan is more like a knight-errant, while Lao Zhangtou is a completely different image of an old god.

But in fact, Lao Yuan entered Taoism as a chivalrous person, and his chivalry was his Tao, but Lao Zhangtou was really a gangster, and he knew much more about the evil ways than Lao Yuan.

Follow the tiger to learn how to bite people, follow the witch to learn how to dance. Sword Master Pei Min appeared out of thin air, and Lao Zhangtou and his junior brother Mu Yue didn't waste any time, and immediately cried and explained that Mu Yue was wronged.

The two of them swore at the sky and stamped their feet and cursed. Lao Zhangtou's spittle came out clearly and stuck to his white beard that could be dragged to the ground, glistening in the moonlight.

Pei Min turned a deaf ear. He gently and slowly picked up his sword from the stone bench in the pavilion and said to Mu Yue: "A life is worth a life. Draw your sword."

Mu Yue: "I don't have a sword, I lost my sword."

"You are such a waste."

Lao Zhangtou hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, my junior brother is really a waste. How could he kill Pei Zhong? How could the son of the Sword Master be killed by Mu Yue, right?"

"Zhenzhen Zhang, please come back." Pei Min was expressionless.

"Okay, okay, I'll be back soon." Lao Zhang pulled Mu Yue and said, "Junior brother, let's go, don't disturb the sword master's appreciation of the moon."

"Zhenzhen Zhang, don't cause trouble for yourself. You can go. I don't want to kill you because killing you will be very troublesome, so don't force me." Sword Master Pei Min said: "You can't protect Mu Yue, no one can. Mr. Zhang, we both know what’s going on with you, and you can’t scare me.”

"Leave Mu Yue alone, Master Zhang and I are still in conflict with each other."

Mu Yue said: "Senior brother, please leave first."

He turned around and said loudly: "Sword Master, I was really wronged. Please believe me."

Pei Min said: "It doesn't matter. After hearing the news, I left my entourage and rode back alone just because I didn't want you to escape. I killed five people along the way, just because they walked slowly and blocked my way. These five Personally, I have nothing to do with Pei Zhong’s death, so, Mu Yue, do you think I would care if you were wrongly accused?”

"I am just a son. If I say something that I shouldn't say, in order to avenge him, I will do it even if I slaughter the entire city of Chang'an."

This is very unreasonable. They don’t give people a chance to explain, they don’t listen to explanations, and they don’t believe them even after they are explained.

Old Zhang trembled and went to lead his donkey.

Mu Yue no longer tried to defend himself. He planned to wait for Lao Zhangtou to walk away and then suddenly run to the other side. Whether he could escape from Pei Min's sword would depend on luck.

Sword Master Pei Min looks majestic, standing there like a mountain. Mu Yue, who has been practicing swordsmanship in the mountains for seventy-nine years, knows very well that facing such a great martial artist, even if he practices for another seventy-nine years, let alone his opponent, he will probably still be no more than fifteen years old under his sword. Six moves.

Besides, there is no sword yet.

The sword master should be a particular person, but the father of his only son who died does not need to be particular. Before the frightened old Zhangtou could walk away, Pei Min drew his sword and stabbed Mu Yue directly in the chest.

It's over, even if there is a sword, you can't dodge it. Mu Yuexin said.

Then he closed his eyelids and waited for death.

‘Dang~~~! ’ Hear the sound of gold and armor clashing.

Not to mention Mu Yue, even Pei Min was frightened.

Zhang Guo, the master of Tongxuan, stood in front of Mu Yue with a smile, holding the flute he used to play music in his hand. "Pei Min, Mu Yue didn't do it. You should go find the real culprit."

After being caught off guard, Pei Min became interested: "Zhang Guo, we all know that you are good at pretending to be a ghost, but I didn't expect that you are also a martial arts practitioner, haha~~"

"I don't know how to use a sword, but I never said I can't dance."

"Okay - okay, then I want to learn Zhang Zhenren's martial arts today."

"Pei Min, do you want me to play Xiao for you?"

The one who answered Lao Zhangtou was the sword master's sword. Xiao Deng and Xiao Deng immediately fought together.

Mu Yue knew that Lao Zhangtou's iron wood flute was actually a weapon and could be used as a short whistle stick at critical moments. We also know that he is a martial artist. Even though he has shrunk into a shrimp with old age, Mu Yue is no match for him during the sparring session.

But Mu Yue knew better that Senior Brother Zhang was not Senior Brother Yuan, and he was definitely no match for Pei Min. But Mu Yue is no longer the Yang Yi of the past, and he is no longer a weakling with no power to restrain a chicken.

So when he heard Lao Zhangtou shouting in the midst of a fierce battle: "Junior brother, run quickly -", he did not run, but rushed forward bravely. He would never let his senior brother face a powerful enemy alone again.

Pei Min was using his sharp swordsmanship to force Zhang Guo into panic, but unexpectedly, a thick tree trunk came out of nowhere, and the trunk was full of branches.

It startled him again, and he quickly dodged and jumped out of the battle circle.

Mu Yue has been training hard in the mountains for seventy-nine years. It's hard to say anything else, but he has improved his strength. Without a sword, he picked up a dead tree trunk on the ground and smashed it with his head and face.

It brings shame to those who practice swordsmanship.

The sword master was in a bit of a panic after dodging just now, and the sword master was completely angry. With a few sword blows, the thick tree trunk in Mu Yue's hand turned into two wooden pegs in his hand. He sat on the ground and simply He raised his hand and threw the wooden peg towards his face.

Turning his head to avoid the 'hidden weapon' did not affect the speed of Pei Min stabbing Mu Yue's throat at all.

At first, he planned to poke Mu Yue with more than a dozen swords to relieve his hatred before letting him die, but now he doesn't want to go to that trouble.

‘Dang~~! ’

His sword was opened again by the tired and disheveled old Zhangtou. The old god even stuck out his tongue and panted like a broken bellows.

Lao Zhangtou didn't know when he had a fishing drum on his hand, which was the instrument he played when he rapped.

After blocking Pei Min's sword strike, Lao Zhangtou threw the fishing drum in his hand at his face again.

Pei Min snorted coldly in his heart: a small skill, a desperate struggle.

He casually pulled out the sword flower and chopped the fishing drum into pieces in the air. The sword master didn't even blink.

Pei Min was careless. The martial arts of his two opponents were far behind him, and his hatred made him ignore the caution that a martial artist should remember.

The fishing drum shattered in the air, and the quicklime powder inside spread all over Pei Min's face and neck, and into his eyes that he didn't want to blink.

Lao Zhangtou not only plays Taoism, but also plays music. He is also a drug addict.

Lao Zhangtou is a Taoist man and also a gangster. Spread lime, use sweat medicine, whatever can save your life.

Pei Min said in his heart: No!

Close your eyes subconsciously. However, is this the end? I heard Zhang Guo say again: "Go!"

Then subconsciously open your eyes and look. Then, the water coming out of the flute pipe just reached his eyes.

When quicklime comes into contact with water, his eyes will never be saved. Pei Min will become a blind swordsman in the future, or it would be better to call him a blind swordsman.

His face was burned instantly, not to mention his eyes. The blind and ugly swordsman.

Pei Min covered his eyes and screamed in pain. He had encountered countless powerful enemies and had never been defeated before, but tonight he fell into the hands of these two scoundrels.

Zhang Guo and Mu Yue couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. In any case, facing the number one martial artist today, they had saved their lives today. No matter how superb Pei Min's swordsmanship was, he couldn't catch up with Mu Yue if he couldn't see him.

The sword master who underestimated his enemy would be careless, and so would Zhang Guo and Mu Yue, who had narrowly escaped death.

Pei Min, who knew that blindness was a foregone conclusion, did not just scream, he made an instant decision and used his flying sword towards the place where Zhang Guo had just spoken.

The green rainbow sword whirled and danced like a sickle.

Lao Zhang stood with his head up, and Mu Yue sat on the ground. The Qinghong Sword whirled past Lao Zhang's head, then over Mu Yue's head, and returned to Pei Min's right hand.

Mu Yue watched with his own eyes as his senior brother Zhang Guo's old head was chopped off from his neck and flew into the air.

"Senior brother——" Mu Yue screamed sadly.

Pei Min followed the sound and fired his flying sword again, and the green rainbow whirled through the night sky and cut Mu Yue's neck.