Taiping Order

Chapter 404 The inheritance of the Wolf King, the name of the God General List (please give me a monthly vote)

Western Regions—

Three hundred miles outside Anxi City, Nangong Wumeng led the newly formed Ranger scout You, and she was in a very happy mood, although of course it was not the reason why Li Guanyi woke up.

But, I was always very happy.

Even after a period of time, I feel happy. She is the saint of the Jianghu sect. She has the fifth-level martial arts skills and is equipped with a divine weapon, Yin and Yang Rotation Ruler. Ordinary sixth-level warriors are not her opponent.

Although she knew that with her spirit and martial arts will, she would probably stop at the peak of the sixth level, just like the head of the Gongsun family, and would be unable to make progress, but she was already very satisfied.

As soon as Li Guan pacified most of the Western Regions, the entire Western Regions had a high recognition of Tian Khan. There was nothing wrong with the tour. When they were about to return, people on the front line suddenly made a message and said that they had discovered one person.

Nangong Wumeng was stunned, so he rode away quickly, but saw that he was a familiar person.

The man had already discovered Nangong Wumeng in advance. He was delighted and shouted loudly: "Amitabha, how good is good!"

"It's Nangong Wumeng's donor, I'm thirteen, I see the donor again today."

"But it's a good thing!"

Nangong Wumeng left quickly and soared into the air, but saw that there was a disciple of the Academy who had used the wonderful method of his mind to help the people of Anxi Protectorate. Nangong Wumeng was also happy to see his old friend, saying: "Master, why are you back?!"

When I got closer, I found that the stick monk was covered in a monk's robe and was just now being spotted by the scout cavalry in front of me. At this moment, the scout cavalry all retreated from the front line of the battlefield. After several battles, they were all considered elite.

The sense of **** smell and evil spirit is very clear.

This is why the monk surrounded.

Nangong Wumeng said, "You are...!"

Stick monk Thirteen looked at his clothes and said, "Amitabha, although I am a little injured, fortunately, my skin is thick and thick. My monk's body is already at the peak of the thirteenth level. ”

"The injury is from a senior."

Nangong Wumeng said, "Is the great monk here to ask for help?!"

She whistled and said, "A horse is free. Go back and tell Anxi City about this. Monk, I'll go with you."

The Stick Monk Thirteen was very happy and said, "Haha, wonderful, wonderful."

"I don't have to ride a horse anymore. I'll run with my legs. I won't be slower than you ride. Come and go with me!" He turned around, holding a heavy stick as thick as a wrist in one hand. Then he stepped forward and ran wildly, his voice was like thunder.

Nangong Wumeng and others followed him.

Nangong Wumeng asked about what happened along the way, and the monk answered truthfully, saying, "Since I bid farewell to Senior Brother Li Guanyi and you all, I have walked around, but later, the war has become more and more chaotic."

"I was captured by the rebel generals in the Western Regions. They seemed to hate my bald head very much, and said they wanted to cook me, but I ran away. Later, I went to Dangxiangguo and met a prince of Dangxiangguo and was imprisoned. ”

"Relying on his martial arts and brute force, he helped the minister of the Prince of Dangxiang to rescue him. After that, he got some gold and silver treasures, scattered among the people, bought some dry food and steamed buns, and continued to travel east with the flow."

"I also escorted some people back to Yingguo."

"I went to the hinterland of Yingguo. I thought it would be difficult to get the Central Plains."

"I plan to visit several fellow disciples, go to the temple and make a vegetarian meal, but I run into a good fight."

There was a complicated look on the face of the Stick Monk Thirteen. He shook the monk's robe. The gray monk's robe was stained with blood. However, this color was not red, but a color with a faint golden color. .

He saw the wolf king being killed with his own eyes, and saw the living Buddhas of the Western Regions attacking the royal city of a country alone. Finally, the whole city was full of arrows, and thousands of arrows were fired like rain, covering the sky and the sun. The thin old monk put his hands together and showed the glazed vilangma. physique.

Alone, thousands of troops passing through the army formation.

The old monk took Jiang Su's all-out move.

Then he tried his best to rob Chen Fubi's body, but he couldn't grab the head. The Stick Monk Thirteen followed his breath and killed more than a dozen Yingguo soldiers alone, and found the one in the mountains. Old monk.

The sound of horse hooves calmed down, and the Stick Monk Thirteen stopped. Nangong Wumeng and others saw a shocking scene in front of them. An old monk put his hands together, and his body surfaced with a clear stream of light like glass. This is the highest level of Buddhism.

But this glass body is covered with cracks.

Straws of golden blood were flowing in the cracks and dripping from time to time.

Next to the old monk, a huge coffin was tightly closed, and the chains on the coffin were tied tightly. The old monk's body was flawless and the dilapidated, vitality, death and all over the scars.

Great destruction has great solemnity.

Stick Monk Thirteen held the stick and whispered: "... It was Changfeng Tower who escorted us all the way. Changfeng Tower also suffered huge losses. I am incompetent. After the Xue family learned about it, they used all their strength."

"And at the border, Chen's Yechi cavalry personally cut off the rear for us."

"We can only get out of that layer of blockade."

From these few words, Nangong Wumeng has heard the magnificent waves along the way. It can be heard that the experiences along the way must be extremely thrilling, and the stories in the world are like this everywhere.

The old monk opened his eyes and said gently:

"I still have something that has not been completed."

"Please take me to see Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian."

Nangong Wumeng whispered: "…Master, please."

The old monk with a glassy light stood up, he gently stretched out his hand, stroked the huge coffin, and whispered, "He's back..." He carried the coffin and suddenly his steps became lighter and stronger again.

Walking vigorously, the Stick Monk Thirteen walked beside the old monk holding a long stick in one hand, silently speaking. In Anxi City, Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian got the news from the ranger, and the ranger stuttered: "I, I don't know."

"We all heard from Changfenglou. If you think it's fake..."

"Go and find Changfeng Tower!"

Changfeng Tower…

Li Guanyi suddenly realized that Changfeng Tower was conveying some news that had been blocked with the mouths of everyone. Chen Wenmian staggered and said, "That monk, has it been successful?!"

The Ranger almost cried: "I, I don't know."

"How could we go there and see clearly?"

"Uncle, I'll give you two kids."

"Or else you'll let me go?"

Chen Wenmian staggered up, his face pale, he barely bowed and said, "Sorry, I'm uneasy and offending my brother. It's my fault."

"I have compensated this money."

He reached out and took it out in his arms, grabbed the bag, put it on the table, and turned around and left, but when he turned around, he knocked the table behind him and smashed the things on the table. It made a crisp sound on the ground.

A peerless general who was about to reach the Grandmaster at the age of twenty, seemed to be unable to walk steadily at this time.

Li Guanyi said, "Thank you..."

Turning around to chase Chen Wenmian, leaving behind the Central Plains rangers behind, looking at each other in confusion. When Li Guan saw Chen Wenmian, the Qiongqi Dharma image gradually became clear and ferocious. This was the extreme and crazy hidden in the blood of Chen State. The blood is stimulating.

Chen Wenmian's eyes were covered with blood. His temples were rising and falling as he ran, and a hint of white appeared. Li Guan secretly called it bad. Chen Wenmian valued love and friendship, but he was the most likely to be hurt by love and friendship.

Li Guan thought of Chen Wenmian’s experience.

The mother was defiled and gave birth to herself and then committed suicide.

Chen Dingye regarded himself as a pawn, and his grandfather Dan Tai Xianming personally led the tragedy of his mother, and then Dan Tai Xianming committed suicide by entering the game for his own strategy.

In the end, he only had the Wolf King accompany him for three years.

It was like pulling his last rope. At this moment, the rope was broken and trampled in the most cruel way. Li Guan groaned, feeling his body weak, and he didn't care about anything else, and directly entered the state of pseudo-martial arts legend. .

The control of the body instantly filled up. Even though he was seriously injured, he would catch up with Chen Wenmian, who was running wildly and showed his magic, and raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

The white tiger roared.

Qiongqi Dharma image was pressed down.

Li Guan grabbed Chen Wenmian, who was running wildly with energy, and said, "Calm down!"

Chen Wenmian gasped violently, and the pain and sadness in his eyes were finally restrained. He was silent for a long time and said, "Brother..."

Li Guanyi said: "It's the news conveyed by Changfeng Tower, wait a moment." Chen Wenmian barely suppressed his emotions, and under the stimulation of extreme and intense emotions, the Qiongqi Dharma that almost completely turned into substance dispersed.

"…yes."

Li Guan patted him on the shoulder and advised him to calm down. When he returned to the Anxi Protectorate Mansion, he heard the neighing of the war horses outside, and then Nangong Wumeng's voice: "Come here, Lei Laomeng, Shi Dalin, come out quickly! ”

Li Guanyi felt the familiar aura outside and rushed out with Chen Wenmian. He saw the monk who was escorted back by Ranger scouts. Chen Wenmian saw the dazzling and huge black coffin and the old man with a crack in his glass body.

Chen Wenmian shook, but now he calmed down. He slowly raised his hand, bowed to the old monk, then lifted up the hem of his clothes, kowtowed directly, and whispered: "…Junior Chen Wenmian, thank you for your senior."

The old monk remained silent and said softly: "I haven't fully completed his entrustment."

"In order to cleanse the king's impact on the dignity of the entire country, Jiang Su and the others insulted his corpse... Perhaps, if they want to make up for the lost things, they will retaliate against the person who caused the destruction thousands of times. Bar."

Li Guan held back all the people around him, leaving only Chen Wenmian and the old monk. He originally planned to leave, but was called away by the old monk. The old monk said, "I will follow the king's entrustment to you. He brought all his corpses back."

"Leave it to both of you."

He turned sideways, stretched out his palm, and gently pushed open the coffin.

A **** aura, a solemn aura hits the face, and the headless wolf king corpse is in the coffin. Because the old monk finally erected the coffin, the Shenwu King seemed to still stand on the earth when he opened the coffin. superior.

The battle blade that accompanied him was placed in the coffin.

Even though he was ready, Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian were in a daze. Li Guanyi could still hear the unrestrained and heroic laughter, talking about his eldest nephew, and then constantly galloping on the battlefield.

Li Guan was confused and looked at Chen Wenmian.

Chen Wenmian stood quietly, just sad, but the Qiongqi Dharma image around him became clearer. The old monk said softly: "Your king, he fought against Jiang Su, and finally died of Jiang Su's moves, so that the old monk could steal his body back .”

"You want two, remember the fatal injuries on his body, and you will be better than Jiang Su in the future."

"As for Jiang Su..."

"The king's sword was tempted, and it was seized [Fei Poison]. With the martial arts legendary military **** Jiang Su, Fei Poison was like an ordinary poison sting for him. What harm?”

"But in the end, the king shattered Jiang Su's left eye with a knife."

"Fe Du had no effect on his muscles and bones, but it completely necroticated Jiang Su's left eye... The king was very proud when talking about his plan. Maybe he had waited for a long time for this knife."

The old monk turned around slowly, stretched out his hand, took out the weapon from the hand of the Wolf King's corpse. The weapon left Chen Fubi's hand and made a solemn sound. The old monk's voice was quiet: "I originally wanted to protect his corpse." , but Jiang Su's martial arts skills are too high."

"I was on the battlefield and couldn't grab it as soon as possible."

"The old monk is incompetent and can only get this thing."

He turned around and held the weapon with both hands. It was a long-handled weapon. The gun handle was thick and blue, and the long-handled combat blades on both sides were sharp and **** on the blade. It was a quiet force. Spread out.

Divine weapon·Upgrade!

After his master completed his supreme achievements, this weapon that accompanied the Wolf King to conquer the world was naturally completely crossed the pass, achieving the real power of the divine weapon, showing the domineering and stern aura, and was dignified.

"Maybe, only Wen Mian, can you hold this."

Chen Wenmian slowly stretched out his hand and took the sword.

His palms trembled slightly.

The long-handled divine soldier roared without any resistance. Li Guanyi looked at the solemn and dead wolf king, and his murderous intent to Jiang Su was improved a little more. He stretched out his hand and gently closed the wolf king's coffin. Didn't bother Chen Wenmian, just said:

"Senior, I'll heal you."

His palm stretched out and pressed it on the old monk's shoulder. The martial arts of "Huangji Jingshi Shu" flowed in an instant, but in an instant, he felt a sense of stunnedness. His face moved and he looked at the old man in front of him. . Li Guanyi suddenly understood why the living Buddha maintained the Vajra Glazed Physical posture all the way and came here.

The old man's internal organs were all broken.

If you do not protect yourself with the Vajra Glazed Soul Body, you may die on the way. Even if you unlock the Glazed Soul Body, which restricts internal organ injuries, you will die immediately.

At this moment, the old monk just smiled and said, "Amitabha, the old friend's agreement has finally been completed, and the old monk is leaving."

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on one of Li Guan's arms, letting his hand cut from his shoulders. The living Buddha of the Western Regions looked at him and whispered: "The little donor was in the Taoist temple in Jiangzhou City, that thousand knots, You've really unlocked it."

On the old monk, the body of the glazed vajra scattered away and became peaceful again. He looked like a low-browed and pleasing old monk, who was easy to bully and a little black and thin.

He laughed twice, turned around and walked out slowly, took a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned sideways, and asked, "By the way."

"Can you give me a pot of wine?"

Li Guan went to get the wine and threw it to the old monk. The old monk caught it and walked out slowly. The sun was warm and the world was full of worldly affairs. He squinted his eyes and suddenly felt very relaxed. He saw the Stick Monk Thirteen beside him. waiting.

The old monk said goodbye to the others and left alone, with only the Stick Monk Thirteen following.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The old monk said, "What are you going to do if you follow me?"

Stick Monk Thirteen said blankly: "When I went down the mountain, I asked the Buddha and the Master for his discussion. I couldn't discuss him, so I was half-guided and tricked to come down the mountain. Now I have some understandings all the way. Today When you see your senior, you dare to ask, what is Buddha?”

The old monk sneered and said, "What kind of Buddha, I have never seen it."

He walked on the road in Anxi City and watched the people coming and going. People were not afraid of him, the old monk. The old monk had been walking for a long time and saw a family on the roadside at the end. The adults in the house were busy. The child is playing outside.

Playing with round stone marbles.

Straight wooden sticks, round stone marbles, all over the country, the Central Plains of the Western Regions, and the things children play with were roughly similar. The child seemed to notice a monk, and was not afraid, saying, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

The old monk smiled and said, "I'm finding my way back."

The child said nothing and looked at him:

"Uncle, where are you going to go?"

"Ah, I forgot, too."

The child smiled and said straightforwardly, "I know!"

"Forgot how it came about."

"Just look back!"

"That's good."

"How did you come from it, how did you go back."

The old monk chewed the child's words, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he stroked his palm and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed happily, stretched out his palm and touched the child's hair, then turned his head to the tall monk.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the child, then pointed at the distant Anxi City.

"Did you see it? Buddha."

The boy smiled and said, "My mother, my mother, someone has praised me!"

A woman's voice came from inside: "Are there any guests?" The child ran back, and the old monk sat cross-legged, looking at the bustling and warm city under the setting sun, and whispered: "It's time for a Buddhist post to say goodbye."

But he paused, but just smiled:

"Forgot."

Stick Monk Thirteen looked at the old living Buddha in front of him, and saw blood-colored traces appearing on his body, with a sad face. But in front of the old monk seemed to see himself when he was young, the bitter black and thin boy.

There seemed to be a primordial spirit flowing in the body, and the Stick Monk Thirteen was on guard.

That is the will of the living Buddha that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Western Regions Buddhism. It seems to be roaring. It is about to let this old monk join them and turn it into something that has been passed down from generation to generation to find a host again.

But the old monk seemed to be unaware of it. He lifted the wine pot, raised his neck and drank a sip of wine:

“It’s so bitter…”

Put down the wine pot.

He chuckled softly:

"King of Shenwu."

"I am here to make an appointment on that day."

The already shattered body shattered, and under the burning of the last Buddhist power, it turned into a flowing rainbow and flew into the sky. It was unwilling to scare the people coming and going because of their own death.

The little divine thought that had been passed down by Buddhists in the Western Regions for thousands of years was transformed by him.

Relics fell on the ground and mixed with soil, sand and gravel.

Stick Monk Thirteen looked sad, but saw the child coming out with some dry food and naan, and he said in confusion: "Where is that old uncle just now?"

The Stick Monk Thirteen said, "He is gone."

The child regretted: "Have you left? Well, ah, what a smooth stone!" He saw a smooth one in the relics on the ground. The Stick Monk Thirteen stretched out his hand, gently stroked the boy's hair, and said softly : "…It's his gift to you."

"Hmm? Gift, but how should you use such a gift?"

"Good marble, it can be fun."

"It's enough."

The boy was happy and went to pick up some 'smooth stones' and went to play with children of the same age. He was very happy, and the laughter echoed. These other relics were trapped in this land, trampled under the feet, and entrusted them with their burdens. Come and go.

Mix into the soil and walk into the world.

The Stick Monk Thirteen had some understanding. On the body that was like the Vajra King of Buddhism, a compassionate and gentle expression appeared on his face like a Bodhisattva. He was silent for a long time, put his hands together and said softly:

"Amitabha…"

"Congratulations, senior."

He carried a stick and turned around and left, just like an ordinary person, stepping on the place where the old monk passed away, like dust, like the earth, like you and me.

It's the world.

The head of the ten great masters in the world, the living Buddha of the Western Regions.

He broke into Yingguo Capital alone and seized the corpse of King Shenwu.

He was seriously injured and forced to last for seven thousand miles.

He passed away in Anxi City.

…………

Chen Wenmian held the battle blade alone, lonely and lonely.

This is his mental disaster, and even Li Guanyi cannot really help him.

Changfeng Tower has been escorting the old monk and Thirteen. After they arrived, Li Guanyi also saw the information from Changfeng Tower and knew exactly the origin of everything. It was not the truth, but it was already extremely close to the truth. .

The information of Changfeng Tower also comes with updates on the changes in the performance of the God General List by the No. 1 Building in the world. Li Guan only cared about two changes. The No. 1 God General in the world is still Jiang Su, but he is just Jiang Su's title.

Follow the God of War, change to the Taishi of the State.

The second Turkic Khan King.

The third one is the god-general Gao Xiang.

The fourth is the great general of the Divine Power of Yingguo, Yuwen Lie.

Li Guan lowered his eyes and did not see the familiar name, but at the other end of the God General List, he saw a line of records—

"Wolf King-Chen Fubi."

"Diet on the battlefield, he will eventually be ranked second in the contemporary gods."

"I wish you a title called King Shenwu."

"Because of his death in battle, he was stripped of the list; because of his courage, he was recorded."

Li Guanyi gently stroked this line of text and was silent for a long time:

"King of Shenwu..."

………

[Xiong's life is in a world of destiny, and he doesn't have time to borrow the praises of the Red Emperor, and he has no time to meet the emperor]

[The clan belongs to the division of the country, acts as domineering, abolishes the emperor and establishes the lord, and returns to heaven and falls the sun]

[Put off all the people and sacrifices, divide the world, do not be loyal and honest, and be slanderous and cruel]

[However, the thunder moves the red square and the wind blows in the bamboo. The dragon soars and tigers, and the divine lapel is determined. With a shout of the long sword, the righteousness of the four voices are combined. Even though the ancients used troops, it was not enough to add them. Even if you find a good person, you will be able to respond to the situation when things know people. There will be no more troops to go to the west. The Western Regions will be completed in the east and the Southern Chen will be placed in the east.

【Royalty, unparalleled in the world】

———"Chen·The Chronicle of King Shenwu"

In the southwest area, in the southwest royal palace.

The King of Southwest was worried about the **** general trend of the world and the annoying changes in all sides. He heard that Chen Guo could not lose, but instead bit Ying Guo a big bite of meat, which really made him feel unhappy.

The news outside was messy, and everything was said.

He said that the Wolf King was dead, that Chen Dingye broke out, that Li Wanli's son was not inferior to me...

A joke, isn't it inferior to me?

"Oh my god, he is Li Wanli, thirty years old, he is the fifth place in the God General List, okay, he is very good at planning, only eighteen years old, eighteen years old, and he hasn't grown all the hair yet, isn't he inferior to him? ! ”

"Bah!"

"Not inferior to him, I will take it in front of him and pull a big piece of it backwards."

"It's really outside, the more it spreads, the bigger it gets!"

The King of the Southwest does not pay attention to the so-called etiquette in the Central Plains, and is heroic and cursing.

Then he opened a book called Changfeng Tower, who was sent by the owner Xue Tower.

"God Generals"

"It's updated so soon... Old Wolf, Old Wolf, you're still gone..."

"well…"

The Southwest King is not young, between Li Wanli and Chen Fubi. When he saw such news, the old friend died and couldn't help but feel sad, and then glanced at him.

The heroic and free Southwest King's throat seemed to be locked by an iron-eating beast.

Can't say a word.

Just stared at the line of text.

【Qin Wu-Li Guanyi】

[Ranking - No. 5 in the God General List]

"??!"

"How many?!"

(End of this chapter)