Nightwatcher

"I met an acquaintance, go and see."

After Xu Qi'an left a word, he turned and went downstairs, walked around the crowd in a low-key manner from a distance, and leaned towards the old aunt in the cloth skirt Jingchai.

Chu Yuanzhen's gaze followed him, seeing that his target was an elderly woman with an ordinary appearance, he immediately laughed out loud:

"Xu Ningyan's hobby is somewhat unique."

Heng Yuan frowned, and was about to defend Master Xu, when he saw Xu Qi'an in the distance showing a "dengtuzi" smile and chatting with the woman.

The woman ignored him and gave him a supercilious look, Master Xu didn't care and kept talking.

Seeing this scene, Heng Yuan immediately lost the confidence to defend himself, and said dryly, "Young flirtatiousness may not be a bad thing."

Chu Yuanzhen laughed loudly, "The oiran of the Jiaofang Division is beautiful, but he always feels that something is missing. A man with a wife has a lot of flavor."

Hengyuan has no choice but to mourn his misfortune and hate him for not fighting.

Mr. Xu is good at everything, but he is criticized for being lewd and flirtatious.

After No. 1's publicity within the Tiandihui, Xu Qi'an's lustful persona has penetrated into the hearts of book fragment holders.

"Auntie, why are you here again? You don't look like a woman from a wealthy family, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, isn't it delicious? Every day you know how to run out to watch the fun."

"Is that man on the stage your man?"

"How much silver did you bring out today, don't let anyone steal it, come, come, I will take you to a place where there are few people."

Except for the coquettish little white eyes at the beginning, the old aunt didn't pay attention to her anymore, and let him chatter endlessly in her ears.

He showed great dislike to the talented Xu Yinluo.

Xu Qi'an was bored and was not angry, but stopped talking and focused on the two sides in the ring.

This time, Monk Jing Si was no longer humble, and chose to fight with the copper-skinned and iron-framed sixth-rank warriors, punching to the flesh.

Dangdang

The loud sound reverberating between the fists and feet seemed to be the continuous ringing of bells, and it was also like the beating of a blacksmith, because dazzling sparks burst out between the two of them from time to time.

The people onlookers were hooked, and the cheers continued one after another.

A child was fascinated, and ran to the ring excitedly, shouting excitedly.

"piss off!"

Xu Qi'an kicked him away with a sweep of his legs, the child flew a few meters lightly, and fell into the arms of a man, who seemed to be his father, who stared at Xu Qi'an in surprise and anger, but dared not do anything wrong.

"Are you injured?" the man asked eagerly.

"It doesn't hurt." The child said with a smile.

The old aunt turned her head to look at Xu Qi'an, then turned back blankly, watching the contest on the stage seriously and attentively.

The battle on the arena didn't last long, and the winner was decided after a stick of incense. The sixth-rank martial artist was punched in the chest by Monk Jingsi three times, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and broke his hard work.

"Buddhist King Kong's reputation is well-deserved."

The man cupped his hands, as if he had no face to stay any longer, he jumped off the ring and left in a hurry.

The old aunt stomped lightly.

Xu Qi'an was a little surprised. This old aunt, how should I put it, can always see some girlish gestures and expressions in her.

The aunt in the family does this occasionally, but it's not as exaggerated as her.

This is Xu Qian, an aunt who is not sure about her age, making a conclusion in her heart, and said with a smile:

"It's like two knives colliding. When the brute force is about the same, the quality of the knife is better, and it can win. The invincible King Kong of Buddhism is said to come from the hands of the Buddha, and the copper-skinned iron bones of the warriors, "quality "It's uneven. It's not wrong to lose."

The old aunt turned her head and said contemptuously: "You speak well, why don't you come on stage, didn't you behead a sixth-rank martial artist with a single knife?"

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes, and asked back: "Hey, didn't you leave at that time, how did you know that I beheaded a sixth-rank man with a single knife?"

The old aunt responded with a sneer: "I am neither deaf nor dumb, unless there is a silver gong in Nancheng that day."

"Hey, you called someone to beat me that day, auntie, which family are you from, and which department does the man work in?" Xu Qi'an stopped pretending and asked straight to the point.

That day, that sixth-rank man dressed as a Jianghu man came up to the stage to provoke for no reason, and challenged Xu Qi'an by name. He could have directly arrested him, but in order to pretend to be a man, he chose to challenge Xu Qi'an.

Afterwards, without waiting for him to interrogate, Jianghu Wufu was taken away. Who can do it from the beater's yamen?

Xu Qi'an's guess is that "my family", either from the military, or a guest minister raised by a certain dignitary.

Just now, when Xu Qi'an saw a martial artist of the same sixth rank on the stage, and saw the old aunt among the crowd of onlookers, he suddenly had a burst of inspiration and remembered that he had really offended others.

The identity of this old aunt is by no means as simple and ordinary as her appearance, and I did offend her that day, although it was not a big deal, it is a different matter for a woman's narrow-mindedness.

Xu Qi'an had reason to suspect that the sixth-rank warrior that day was instigated by this old aunt.

Hearing Xu Qi'an's questioning, the old aunt smiled: "You go on stage and chop this little monk off, and I'll tell you."

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Are you afraid?" The contempt in her eyes deepened.

I'm afraid, I managed to get myself out of the sight of the Buddhist mission, I don't want to have too much entanglement with the Buddhist monks, but Xu Qi'an couldn't help holding down the handle of the knife, and muttered:

"I can't break his Vajra Invincibility."

It’s also good to let you know that a mountain is higher than a mountain! The old aunt curled her lips, her eyes were very complicated, both disappointed and proud.

At this time, a swordsman in green shirt flew out from the nearby restaurant and landed lightly on the ring.

When the onlookers saw that someone was challenging the young monk again, they were immediately refreshed, planning to eat another wave of melons, and by the way discuss who the green-clothed swordsman is.

"Chu Yuanzhen"

Xu Qi'an heard the old aunt mutter.

She knew Chu Yuanzhen? Oh, Chu Yuanzhen used to be the number one scholar after all, and if he was no stranger to the number one scholar in Dafeng, if he made a move, it would probably be safe.

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk Jing Si has been dominating the arena, and the imperial court is not good-looking.

"Little monk, I only have one sword strike, if you can block it, then I will lose." Chu Yuanzhen calmly looked straight at Jingsi with a smile on his face.

The booing came again, and the melon-eaters around saw that the swordsman in green shirt was so arrogant, and their impression of him was greatly reduced.

This little mage from the Western Regions is indestructible, and everyone can see it. The wild words of the swordsman in green shirts are easily reminiscent of people in the world who are opportunistic and eager to become famous in one fell swoop.

"Benefactor please!"

Jing Si clasped his hands together, standing firm and fearless.

"Interesting." Chu Yuanzhen smiled, and there was no desire to win or lose in his eyes. Instead, most of them were joining in the fun, just like the crowd around them.

Then, Chu Yuanzhen made a movement that no one could understand. He stretched out his hand towards the sky and opened his palm.

The sword behind his back remained motionless.

Just when everyone thought he was bluffing and was about to laugh at him, someone saw a stone flying from his feet.

More and more stones rose into the sky, flocking to the palm of the blue-clothed swordsman like a honeycomb.

In the sound of banging, the stones fit together tightly, and a hilt was formed. With the gathering of stones, a four-foot-long stone sword was formed.

Wow

There was an uproar all around, and most of the crowd watched the excitement, the more gaudy it was, the more powerful it was in their eyes.

Chu Yuanzhen's move was very gaudy, turning stones into swords, it was a godlike method, and it was much more interesting than the Western monks who were only beaten from the beginning to the end.

"sharp!"

The old aunt's eyes were shining, and she couldn't help applauding.

After the stone sword was formed, Chu Yuanzhen held the sword forward and handed it forward. In an instant, there was a strong wind and thunder, and the strong wind rose from the ground, shaking the people around.

The sword was coming so fast, Monk Jingsi had no way to dodge it, he clasped his hands together, neither retreating nor dodging.

jingle boom boom

First there was a sharp sound like piercing eardrums, followed by the muffled sound of air machines exploding. A wave of air was like a frenzy, blowing away the crowd in the distance.

Fortunately, in the past three days, they have encountered the so-called qi fluctuations, and the people dare not approach the ring as before, so no one was injured, but many people's ears were bleeding.

Before the first sharp sound, the old aunt's ears were covered by Xu Qi'an, and the subsequent explosion of the air machine "pressed" her firmly in Xu Qi'an's arms.

Probably never been so intimately touched by a strange man, the old aunt struggled violently, and her feet stomped on Xu Qi'an's instep.

When everything was calm, the blue-clothed swordsman and the young monk from the Western Regions stood on the ring. The young monk's golden body was no longer bright, and looked dim.

Chu Yuanzhen lost the sword in his hand, and there was only a field of gravel between the two of them.

"I lost."

Xu Qi'an thought regretfully, and then saw the old aunt push him away and slap him with a wave.

Xu Qi'an raised his hand to block it, and said angrily: "You old lady, you still have a temper at your age..."

He didn't go on talking, he was wearing a bunch of bodhi bracelets on a white wrist in front of him.

"???"

A series of question marks flashed through Xu Qi'an's mind, and the way he looked at the old aunt slowly froze and became weird.

He knew this bodhi bracelet. On the same day, he ran into Daoist Jinlian in the inner city and "won" fragments of the underground scriptures and a bunch of bodhi bracelets from him.

The bracelet was bought by a nobleman sitting in a golden nanmu carriage.

Is that her? !

"let go"

The old aunt's shy and angry voice sounded, her silver teeth clenched.

Xu Qi'an obediently let go of her hand, and the old aunt slapped her backhand, and left angrily.

No, no, that woman who was praised by Daoist Jin Lian as "having a deep relationship with me in the future" is her? !

She is eligible to ride in a carriage made of golden nanmu, so this old aunt is the cousin of Emperor Yuan Jing, or the first wife of some prince! ?

What kind of relationship can such a woman have with me? Could it be that no, no, no, thinking can’t slip, maybe she has a daughter who is as beautiful as a flower, and she is destined to be with me. daughter?

Thinking of the old aunt's beauty, Xu Qi'an interrupted the young mother-in-law's train of thought, thinking that the relationship may not necessarily be due to marriage, but may also be due to other fate.

"Having said that, I have met her twice in just a few days, and her background is vague. She is not in my life and career, and she is not in my social circle. Under such circumstances, we can still meet frequently. , Daoist Jin Lian is right, she and I are indeed predestined."

At this time, the surrounding audience recovered from the aftermath of the fight, and some people kept slapping their ears and talking loudly.

Those who were lucky enough not to injure their eardrums sighed regretfully.

"This didn't win?"

"The people of Western Buddhism are really so powerful?"

But no one buried Chu Yuanzhen, after all, the sword just now was already a godlike method.

Xu Qi'an led the filly and walked slowly with Heng Yuan and Chu Yuanzhen.

"Chu Zhuangyuan, how much power was used for that sword just now?" Xu Qi'an asked curiously.

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head, and answered irrelevantly, "That little monk's path is the same as yours, but also opposite to yours."

Xu Qi'an suddenly realized that what Chu Yuanzhen meant was that Monk Jing Si only knows how to be invincible, which is very similar to Xu Qi'an who only has the power of a sword.

On the contrary, it is one attack and one defense.

"Then, Chu Zhuangyuan thinks my spear can break through his shield?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"you can!"

Chu Yuanzhen glanced at him, then smiled and said, "But it's not possible."

Xu Qi'an gave him a stern face: "Students are as annoying as Buddhists."

Chu Yuanzhen asked in surprise, "Why?"

Xu Qi'an smiled: "I want to go."

Chu Yuanzhen immediately looked unhappy, and after a few seconds, he suddenly understood, shook his head and laughed: "It's really boring to be a fighter, and people who think they are smart do it."

After a pause, he pointed out: "Your "Sword of Heaven and Earth" is very powerful. After incorporating the tricks of the Heart Sword, it is even more flawless. But in my opinion, it lacks a soul."

soul? Xu Qi'an rejected this word.

"What you perform is Heaven and Earth Slash, and it's just Heaven and Earth Slash. What I perform is not swordsmanship, but my spirit. When I'm lazy, my sword energy is also lazy. When I'm gentle, my sword energy is also gentle. But once I move When I get angry, my sword intent can pierce the sky." Chu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice:

"This is spirit! This is soul! This is the true meaning of fourth-rank martial arts!"

Xu Qi'an recalled the "magnificence" of the golden gongs in the yamen, and suddenly nodded, "But you also said that it is the true meaning of a fourth-rank martial artist."

I'm just a little silver gong in the Seventh Stage God Refining Realm.

"I can teach you how to nourish your mind. If you practice to a high level, it is equivalent to possessing the ability of a fourth-rank martial artist in advance. Of course, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced. However, it is enough to cooperate with your heaven and earth to break the Buddhist King Kong."

"Cultivating a unique skill does not happen overnight." Xu Qi'an said.

What he really wants to say is, can I prostitute your stunt for nothing.

"It's very easy to get started!" Chu Yuanzhen said with a smile: "I figured out this set of knacks in the year after I learned swordsmanship. It only takes two or three days to practice it. It's just that it's very difficult to practice to a high level."

"Chu Zhuangyuan please enlighten me." Xu Qi'an said quickly.

"Let me tell you the trick first. This is not difficult. In fact, it is to integrate your own energy into it and turn it into sword energy or saber energy. It is just a simple energy, which is nothing more than joy, anger, sorrow, joy, etc." Chu Yuanzhen said frankly:

"Renzong followed this path. I'm equivalent to exploring a new trick based on Renzong's foundation."

Lingbao Temple.

In the quiet backyard, in the quiet room, Emperor Yuan Jing was talking with the national teacher. The old emperor with regenerated black hair held a chess piece and sighed:

"Chu Yuanzhen also lost."

The woman's national teacher has a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, her facial features are gorgeous, but she is not kitsch, her figure is plump, and she perfectly blends the beauty of a girl with the charm of a young woman.

Both pure and coquettish.

She plays chess recklessly, doesn't use her brain, and makes moves in a snap. Hearing this, she responds: "With a sword at hand, how can we win or lose?"

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded, "But no matter what, it has achieved the prestige of that little monk and the prestige of Buddhism in the Western Regions."

Although Emperor Yuan Jing was in the palace, he knew everything about the affairs of the capital, especially the information about the missions in the Western Regions.

"Your Majesty thinks it's justified?" Luo Yuheng frowned slightly, and she realized that she was about to lose.

So during the conversation, he quietly changed the positions of the two sons.

"What's wrong?"

Emperor Yuan Jing smiled, and then sighed: "There are reasons, but more helplessness, the young monk is young, his cultivation is astonishing, and there are no rising stars in the capital, what can I do?

"It's not easy to let the masters of the forbidden army fight, wouldn't it be more embarrassing."

Luo Yuheng could tell that Emperor Yuan Jing was blaming Chu Yuanzhen for holding back his hands and not being quick enough to defeat the little monk, but instead became a stepping stone for others to become famous.

"That bald donkey was not kind, and I'm afraid he won't go back to the Western Regions easily this time." Emperor Yuan Jing said again.

"What Your Majesty wants to say, just say it." Luo Yuheng said.

"A few days ago, Master Duer wanted to see Jianzheng, but he refused. Jianzheng has lived in the Observation Tower for a long time, and doesn't care about world affairs. If he ignores the eminent monks in the Western Regions, he will ask the national teacher to help."

Luo Yuheng nodded slowly, and changed the positions of the two chess pieces.

Emperor Yuan Jing, who had lost three rounds in a row, left Lingbao Temple depressed. On the way back to the palace, he told the old eunuch, "Let Wei Yuan search for someone. I don't want to see that little monk standing on the ring again."

Emperor Yuan Jing was expressionless and gloomy.

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes!"

Nancheng, Yangshengtang.

In the backyard, Xu Qi'an sat cross-legged with Chu Yuanzhen, listening to him explain the secret of "nourishing the mind".

Master Hengyuan did not avoid suspicion, and sat on the side to steal the teacher.

"It doesn't sound difficult, but how to integrate the "spirit" into the knife?" Xu Qi'an asked as he stood up and swung the black gold long knife.

During the process, according to the secret taught by Chu Yuanzhen, he tried to integrate his spirit into the knife.

but failed.

"You have a calm mood, no joy, no sorrow, no worry, no anger, how can you cultivate your mind?" Chu Yuanzhen said helplessly.

"It's my fault, it's because I have calmness in my heart, I don't change my face when the landslide is in front of me." Xu Qi'an said.

The so-called high-spirited, is essentially an emotion.

Chu Yuanzhen thought for a while and said, "Actually, there is a quick way."

Xu Qi'an's eyes brightened slightly: "Chu Zhuangyuan, please tell me."

"Come here." Zhuangyuan Lang smiled and waved.

Xu Qi'an immediately walked over.

"Snapped!"

Chu Yuanzhen slapped backhand.

Your fucking Xu Qi'an got angry, "Brother Chu, you did it on purpose."

"Can you get rid of your anger?"

"It didn't work at all." Xu Qi'an rubbed his burning face.

"That means the fire is not here yet."

Chu Yuanzhen rushed over suddenly and kept slapping his hands. Xu Qi'an tried his best to resist and dodge, but he was still slapped more than a dozen times.

Facing the unyielding Chu Yuanzhen, he was completely angry, and at this moment, he was blessed to the heart, and had a desire to vent.

laugh!

The razor-sharp sword qi slashed out, distorting the air.

Chu Yuanzhen seemed unwilling to confront this sharp edge, he raised his head to avoid it, and the saber energy rushed into the sky and dissipated slowly.

"It really works!" Xu Qi'an was overjoyed.

The knife just now exceeded the limit of his usual knife energy. If he used it with Tiandi's knife, the power would be even higher.

"You are indeed a genius." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

As he said, it can be learned in one or three days, but Xu Qi'an only took one hour.

No, in fact, you are a ghost who teaches students Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

"But if every time I use this knife, I have to be beaten first, isn't it too bad?"

Chu Yuanzhen replied: "That's why I said that getting started is easy, but mastering it is difficult. Your current spirit needs external stimulation, and you cannot actively display it."

Ah, there is one more secret method to practice, but I am still the young man who waited to die after one slash. Xu Qi'an feels that his cultivation path has fallen into a certain irreversible state.

He learned more and more things, but the means of dealing with the enemy were still monotonous and extreme.

"However, my explosive power is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know if there will be a day when I become a real master in the world and no one can stop me?"

That night, Xu Qi'an overheard his second uncle talking about the battle in the Nancheng arena as expected.

"It is said that a very powerful swordsman still failed to defeat the monk from the Western Regions." Uncle Xu said with emotion.

"There are so many masters in the capital, even a young monk can't beat them." My aunt chatted casually while eating.

"There are many masters in the capital, but it doesn't sound good to spread the word by bullying the small. There are quite a few young masters, but it is said that it is the unique invincibility of Buddhism, let alone the same realm, even if it is a higher level, it may not be able to break."

Xu Ershu popularized science for his wife with long hair and short knowledge.

After hearing this, my aunt shivered and said, "In such a big capital city, you can't even pick out an outstanding young man. Only my Erlang doesn't practice martial arts, otherwise he would knock the little monk out with one punch."

Xu Erlang quickly waved his hands: "No, no, mother, I can't do it."

After a pause, he said: "The Western Region Mission has indeed become a bit arrogant. Recently, they were drinking with their classmates and talking about it, and they were quite upset. There is a monk in Beicheng who recites scriptures and lectures every day, and thousands of people listen to scriptures every day. It takes an hour or two to listen to it, but those people are poor people, how can they afford it?

"There's also that little monk in Nancheng who, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, uttered wild words, but the warriors in the capital can't do anything to him. The students all said that warriors can only fight in the nest."

These words offended Xu Dalang and Xu Ershu at the same time.

"You scholars only have one mouth, and you can talk about thousands of words." Xu Qi'an sneered.

"rational."

Xu Pingzhi praised his nephew, and by the way suppressed his son Zhong Huiyuan, his wife who was growing increasingly swollen: "Erlang is not suitable for practicing martial arts. On the contrary, Lingyin has fat arms and legs. He has plenty of strength and is more talented than him."

Xu Lingyue glanced at her younger sister who was buried in eating meat, and covered her mouth with a chuckle: "At that time, I will really eat the poor family."

After chatting for a few words, the second uncle sighed: "Don't talk about scholars, none of the colleagues in Yudaowei are angry. Western monks are too arrogant."

There is a reason for the arrogance of the Buddhist sect. They came to Xingshi to inquire about their crimes. Xu Qi said in peace.

Night fell.

The monk in the blue robe returned to the station, went straight to see Master Du'er, folded his hands together, and said, "Master Uncle, the supervisor still doesn't see you."

In the orange candlelight, Master Duer's wrinkled face was half reflected by the candlelight and half hidden in the shadows.

"Understood, you go down."

The monk retreated.

Master Du'er closed his eyes again, and a golden light shot into the sky from the top of the sky.

The golden light rose slowly, pierced the night sky, and disappeared. After a few seconds, dark clouds rolled in the night sky, and thunder broke out.

In the billowing black clouds, a ray of golden light shone, and then, a frenzied wave of golden light enveloped the entire capital.

The cloud and mist trembled violently, revealing a Buddha's face, with wide-open eyes and upturned eyebrows.

This Dharma statue is huge, its face alone is half the size of the capital city.

In the capital, the common people were not affected at all, but all the cultivators felt fear and fear in their hearts at the same time, crawling and trembling like small animals in the spring thunder.

Xu Qi'an woke up from his sleep, rushed out of the room with a pale face, looked up at the sky, and saw a golden Buddha's face fixed in the sky above the capital.

This scene has only been seen in my life, just like the Buddha descending, overlooking the world from the clouds.

"kuang"

The doors of the East Wing and the room next door were pushed open at the same time, and Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang rushed out. The father and son kept shaking their legs and looked up at the sky.

"Father, is the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions going to make a move in the capital?" Xu Erlang trembled.

Xu Pingzhi was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a terrifying scene in his life.

"Jianzheng, why don't you dare to see me?"

At this time, Fa Xiang spit out human words, like a thunderclap, the sound echoed and resounded throughout the capital.

"The high-level combat power of this damn world is really terrifying." Xu Qi'an sighed while shaking his legs.

PS: I took a long time to come out, thinking about three or four thousand updates is meaningless, so I kept writing after the early hours of last night. I wanted to write 10,000 words, but later realized that I overestimated myself.

Today is still two chapters, unchanged. This big chapter should be regarded as compensation.

Remember to help correct the error, I will sleep first