The Great Tao Chronicle

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With a mournful roar, the horse fell into the yellow sand with its headless body, filled with smoke and dust.

Zhao Tianfeng was stunned in the pervading sandstorm, only to feel that the air in front of him seemed to have turned into an invisible wall.

The galloping horse seemed to be stagnant in the sky.

Not only the fast horses, but even the wind and sand flying all over the sky seemed to be stagnant in the air.

He looked up, and in the wind and sand swaying between, a man in a blue-clothed hat came pacing, who was a few miles away a moment ago, and was already in front of him the next moment.

Someone came first, and then I heard a dull voice like gold and jade clashing:

"Good aptitude, good roots...Meet me in a mortal situation, luck and luck are also the best..."

It seems that people are coming faster than the sound.

The sudden shock made Zhao Tianfeng stunned.

Looking at the children with wet tears on the horse, a faint ripple appeared in Pang Wanyang's indifferent eyes:

"Before the invitation to the battle, I met a child who could take on my mantle. It was interesting, interesting..."

Martial arts have reached such a level that even if he is not proficient in Wang Qi, he is already deeply sensitive to the context of heaven and earth.

Ordinary people may think it is a coincidence, but he does not think so.

Under the sympathy of qi and machine, he can feel that this young man's roots, understanding, and chance are all the best choices, and he is an excellent candidate to take on his mantle.

Of course it's an interesting thing.

puff~

The stagnant wind and sand flowed, and above the horses, the children and the frightened horses fell into the wind and sand.

Once in the end, the frightened horse has lost its movement.

Zhao Tianfeng struggled to get up, looking at the hands in front of him, standing in a blue shirt, but heavier than the mountains.

When a blessing comes to the soul, I bow my head and bow:

"Master, master, please, please save my grandpa!"

"Master?"

Hearing this word, Pang Wanyang couldn't help but smile coldly:

"You mean the caravan seven miles away? People, they're dead."

"what?"

Zhao Tianfeng trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out again:

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Pang Wanyang watched the boy cry indifferently, without any fluctuations in his heart. He had seen too many similar things.

The reason why he was interested in stopping was just because he was a little curious to see such a young man.

"Master, please, please avenge my grandfather."

Zhao Tianfeng kowtowed again and again:

"I will repay your kindness by being a cow and a horse."

His face was buried in the sand, but he didn't hear anyone reply for a long time, and looked up suddenly.

In the sandstorm, the man in Tsing Yi had already gone far.

"Master, master!"

Hearing the shouts floating behind him, Pang Wanyang's expression was calm and calm.

Before the war, the young man who was amazing when he was shocked, if he were someone else, he might choose him to take over the mantle, thinking that it was due to the number of days.

But that is an ordinary person, not him Pang Wanyang.

If he wants to pass on the mantle and mantle, where does he need any talent and roots, as long as he can undertake his martial arts, even if he is trash, he is a genius.

What's more, he has better options.

huh~

A graceful white shadow flashed past and fell behind him, and the fragrance was wafting, but it was Mrs. Bai Lian.

Mrs. Bai Lian asked in surprise:

"The young man's roots are excellent, and what's even more rare is that Qi Qi seems to be attractive to you. I thought you would bring him with me..."

It is not that Pang Wanyang has not descended to the Holy Mountain of Six Prisons for decades.

And every time he went down the mountain, he met a young man with excellent aptitude, and he would teach one or two martial arts, perhaps to train opponents, or to find it interesting.

But this young man is clearly the best choice, but he...

"For decades, every time I see a teenager, I always pass on some tricks and look forward to some surprises in the future..."

In the sandstorm, Pang Wanyang's footsteps were slow, as slow as his voice:

"Now, it's not needed anymore. Because...  

There are enemies in the world! "

.........

"grandfather......"

Zhao Tianfeng's fingers sank deep into the sand, but his tears had dried up.

He didn't blame the man in blue for not taking revenge for himself, because that was a normal thing, he only hated that he couldn't avenge his grandfather even at this time, and it even seemed impossible to escape.

Looking at the horse thief who came to beat the horse, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the machete of the bald man in the yellow sand, and mentioned it.

puff~

He staggered and threw himself into the dust, but he didn't even move.

"Grandpa, grandson is looking for you..."

He laughed miserably.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited to die, he suddenly heard the sound of Buddhist Chan singing in the void, which the wind and sand could not cover up.

He opened his eyes and looked, only to see the yellow sand billowing in the distance.

A large monk with a line of cassocks sloping and bare shoulders came slowly carrying a pair of Buddha chariots.

The chariot is extremely luxurious, decorated with agate, gold, silver, glazed, coral, clam, red beads, agate and other treasures, shining in the wind, sand and sunshine.

Before and after the Buddha's chariot, there are treasured vases, treasured caps, double fish, lotus, right-handed spirals, auspicious knots, Zunsheng banners, ** and other instruments on the eight sides.

In the Buddha's veil, there is a figure that can't see clearly, and it seems to be a figure like a Buddha statue in the temple.

The man seemed to be extremely heavy, and the eighteen major monks carried it, all tired and panting.

And as the chariot came slowly, an astonishing scene happened.

In the wind and sand in the sky, the horse thieves who came on horseback were all like the most devout Buddhist believers, kneeling in the yellow sand, motionless like statues.

He watched helplessly as the sand slapped and drowned one of the horse thieves, but he didn't even move.

It seems that it has really become a statue.

It's unspeakably weird and terrifying.

"They, they..."

Zhao Tianfeng's hair stood up.

Seeing the chariot getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but run away.

But what terrified him was that the Buddha carriage a few miles away was clearly heavy and walked very slowly, but when he turned around while running, the Buddha carriage was about to catch up with him.

He still wanted to run away, but suddenly his mind was stunned, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"What kind of magic is this..."

Seeing him kneeling on the ground with his hands folded and reciting the Buddha's voice, Zhao Tianfeng was incomparably horrified.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha's trumpet sound like Hong Zhong Da Lu rang out in the vast sea.

And the sound of the Buddha's chanting, which seemed to be uttered by thousands of people in unison.

Zhao Tianfeng was shocked and woke up.

Immediately, before he had time to think about it, he rolled and rolled down the sand slope.

Gululu rolled for more than a hundred feet before getting up to spit out the sand in his mouth and nose.

Then he continued to run, thinking that the farther away from the chariot the better, it was so weird, so scary, so many vicious horse thieves died like this.

huh~

Suddenly, a palm sticks out from behind Shapo and pulls him behind Shapo.

He was about to scream, but found that he could no longer move, let alone make a sound.

"Don't make a sound..."

A low screeching sound rang out.

Only then did Zhao Tianfeng realize that he could move again. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was holding a handsome white-robed swordsman with long hair and a shawl.

This swordsman is handsome and has an excellent temperament. The fly in the ointment is that he only has one arm, and the other arm seems to be chopped off at some point.

"One-armed robber, Wu Liusan?"

Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened and he recognized who this person was.

According to legend, Wu Liusan was a lone robber who ran rampant in various states. He often liked to rob the rich to help the poor. He also committed major crimes in the capital. He was wanted for many years. Later, he was arrested by the famous Xue Chaoyang and cut off an arm. State has had it for two years.

This was when his grandfather introduced him to the many robbers in Mozhou, and he wrote it down.

"Stop talking..."

Wu Liusan looked serious, looking into the distance through the wind and sand as if facing a great enemy.

As a lone robber, his eyesight is naturally excellent.

He recognized at a glance who was the old monk who seemed to be aged in the Buddha's chariot and paced from the wind and sand far away.

"I'm so lucky that I was able to meet the Wheel-runner King, Master Yixiu and two great masters!"

Wu Liusan took a deep breath and did not dare to move.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Yixiu, good, good."

In the chariot, the wheel-turning king sighed softly, and naturally recognized who the old monk was in the distance.

"Your Ferris wheel revolving technique has improved again, which surprised the old monk a little."

In the sandstorm, an old voice echoed:

"It's just such a method, not like my Buddhist orthodoxy."

"What the brother said is what it is."

The King of Wheels did not argue, but smiled lightly.

The Buddha has already submerged into the sandstorm:

"Senior brother has to save his energy to fight with brother Pang, there is no need to try it today."

"Amitabha."

After a long break, he recited the Buddha's name for a long time, and walked forward unhurriedly.

"call!"

It wasn't until the two great masters disappeared one after the other in the sandstorm that Wu Liusan breathed a sigh of relief.

He is very aware of the existence of the Great Master of the Divine Veins. When encountering such an existence, whether it is good or evil, the best way to deal with it is to stay away.

He had no intention of watching the battle of February 2 at all.

At this time, seeing the two great masters, he couldn't help but feel the desire to go out.

"You child, luck is also good."

Turning his head, looking at Zhao Tianfeng with a dark yellow face, he frowned again:

"Under your great grief, you have already injured your body. If you experience the wind and sand again, I am afraid that you will die..."

"Master Wu, please take me to see Grandpa..."

Zhao Tianfeng grabbed his hand.

Wu Liusan sighed, and threw him on his shoulders, running into the wind and sand.

Although he knew that in this wind and sand, the bodies of any caravans and horse thieves would be buried.

......

Thousands of miles of wind and sand in Mozhou are filled with sand, which is bigger than that of any major state in Dafeng, but it is rare for people to gather, and only some small oases gather.

There is a very small oasis in the desert state.

This small oasis is extremely small, so small that only a few hundred households live. The reason why these hundreds of households live here is that this is the place where the trade route from Dafeng to Dayan must pass.

They are all the jobs of the Hanlong Inn.

As a gathering place, the small oasis is small, but as an inn, it is undoubtedly huge.

The caravans that come and go, the horse thieves who travel the vast sea, and the robbers who travel alone will all come to this inn, either to sell stolen goods, or to have fun, or to replenish supplies.

Therefore, this small oasis has become one of the few safe places in the vast sea.

The Hanlong Inn has three floors and occupies a large area. Each floor is enough to accommodate hundreds of people to eat and drink.

Because of the superior geographical location, there are many people in this inn on weekdays, and ordinary people cannot go to the second and third floors.

Today, the Hanlong Inn was unexpectedly empty.

Because, today Hanlong Inn has two special guests, or to be precise, one.

On the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, the proprietress who used to be smoky and glamorous in the past, was rarely solemn, holding a jug in her slender hand, pouring wine for the guests.

"Wanli Yanchen, the name of this wine is good, and the drink is also good."

An Qisheng sat by the window, looked at the beautiful lady boss, and said lightly:

"I heard that Hanlong Inn has a delicacy that uses human flesh as the raw material. It's quite delicious, isn't it?"

The daring proprietress on weekdays trembled when she heard this plain voice.

"Dao, the Taoist priest is joking, that's just a concubine used to scare those horse thieves. If the thief is a big thief, how dare you sell human flesh?"

The proprietress had tears in her eyes and was extremely aggrieved.

In fact, she was frightened.

She had never been so afraid of a person, and this Taoist man in white was the only one.

She had never seen such a murderous master in her life.

It stands to reason that the top masters have the grand master bearing and disdain to kill some small thieves, but this one is different. After three days, all the horse bandits and robbers who came to the Hanhai Inn were almost killed by him.

Moreover, his eyes seem to be able to read people's hearts. He killed thousands of people, and he didn't kill one by mistake, and he didn't miss one.

Such great murderousness, such high martial arts.

She knows that in the world, there is only the great master who was once called the Gorefiend, but is now called the Daoist of King Power.

"It's not easy to open such a restaurant alone."

An Qisheng picked up the cup and drank it.

When he came to Jiufujie, he rarely drank alcohol, because Jiufujie's drinks had no taste.

However, the drinks in this Hanlong Inn are quite unique, and they taste pretty good.

"Master, when will the guests you entertain come?"

While filling An Qisheng with wine, the proprietress asked timidly.

This Daoist king is here, and what she has suffered is not only spiritual fear, but also financial losses.

Although her family in the Hanlong Inn has a big business, she also has a lot of people. In three days, there are only two guests, one person and one horse. Although An Qisheng did not give a penny less, she really couldn't stand it.

"Isn't this already here?"

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and swung it far away:

"Everyone has already arrived, why wait for February 2?"

His voice was flat and indifferent, not very loud, but it penetrated the clouds and winds, covering a radius of dozens of miles like a cloud down the sky, and the sound waves stirred the clouds and sand, and the momentum was very loud.

You can hear it from a hundred miles away.

"Brother Dao is right, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has come, what are you waiting for on February 2? Laoer Pang, the bald donkey in the wheel, Mu Qingfeng, the old thief of worshiping the moon, since you are here,

Why don't you show up? "

There was a long whistling sound like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

A figure roared down from a height of several hundred meters, and among the clothes and hunting, it roared down like a golden-winged Dapeng soaring.

Wrapped in the turbulent air current, he sank into the third floor of Hanlong Inn.

"Amitabha!"

"Good, good!"

"Since Daoist Wang Quan has spoken, how can he not come?"

As the clouds move and the wind shakes.

One after another figure appeared outside the Hanlong Inn, in the yellow sand of a hundred miles.

As the voice drifted, one after another figure swept across, and a hundred miles passed by, under the horrified gaze of the proprietress.

In this short period of time, there were already several more figures on the third floor!