The Monk

Chapter 608: Tie Mou

Feiya flew towards the southwest with a clear target, the Monster Forest.

At first, the lion beast didn't believe him at all and didn't know how this devil would torture it. But looking at the direction we were heading, I was a little confused. Could I really let me go?

Monsters are treasures in the eyes of cultivators. They have always only killed and plundered, and no one has ever let go of the monsters they have obtained. This is why monsters and cultivators always fight to the death.

There is some distance from Qingmen to Monster Mountain, and we will arrive in five days. A lush and boundless forest, with countless monsters living in it. So whether it is Monster Mountain or Monster Forest, no matter which name refers to the same place.

Zhang was afraid to stop at the edge of the forest. The Monster Beast Mountain was very strange. Cultivators would be suppressed if they entered. If it was not necessary, he would not bother to take risks in it. He kicked the lion beast off the flying stick and said softly: "Return Bar."

The big lion obviously didn't expect this ending. This bastard who spared his own blood was actually willing to let him go? He turned over and stood firmly on the ground, tilting his head to look at Zhang Wen. Zhang Jing said: "What are you looking at? Aren't you tired of letting you run and lie down for a while? I won't give you any travel expenses." As he spoke, he urged Fei Gui to take off. The lion beast finally believed that he was free, raised his head and roared to thank Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ain laughed loudly, and the big lion was considered polite. He was sent back to the Jin family to kill someone.

But there was still something to do before going to Jin's house. I had to find a quiet place to rest for a few days. After four nights and three days of life-and-death battles, I have some understanding of the fighting methods of top masters, which I need to digest. In the past, I was just being hunted, but now I really have the power to fight, so I have to know very well what I can do and how to do it.

Masters at this level rarely use spells in fights. Unless the spell is heaven-defying or terrifying, it is difficult for ordinary spells to hurt the opponent. No matter how fast you use a spell, it cannot be faster than a person's instinctive reaction. When top-level monks fight, they fight based on their reactions at that moment. Whoever reacts quickly and moves quickly is likely to win.

Zhang was afraid that he could fight one against six because the power of Hu Ping Yuan Shen gave him enough time to react.

Now he needs to carefully reflect on his experience in the fights of the past few days. After resting and replenishing his energy, he can kill people.

Fei'ai soon left the country of Lu, turned east, then flew north to a mountain peak and landed. With his cultivation at this time, he no longer needs to sneak into the ground to practice secretly. He can sit majestically on the peak, close his eyes, take a deep breath, and meditate.

High on the mountain, the mountain wind is fierce. No matter how strong the wind blows on Zhang Ai, it will immediately turn into a gentle wind, spreading the warmth and softness without even turning the corners of his clothes.

Eighty-one days later, he stood up. After a battle with one against six some time ago, he learned more. Although it is not a breakthrough in cultivation, it is of great help in actual combat.

After getting up, he looked at the grass at the foot of the mountain, about ten miles away, where a top-level monk was meditating. At the same time that Zhang Wen stood up, the top monk also opened his eyes, smiled at Zhang Wen and nodded gently.

It was ten miles away, but he was sure that Zhang Ping could see his kindness. Zhang Aifeng looked back expressionlessly. This guy showed up when he was meditating on the 49th day, and then he meditated with him on the grass until he woke up.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but why did this guy wait for him for so many days? I don’t know that person, I’ve never seen him before. After thinking for a while, he made a decision. It was better to do less than to do more. He flew into the sky and headed north.

Just because he didn't want to cause trouble didn't mean others were willing to let him go. The monk flew up and chased him.

Zhang was afraid of not flying fast, not because he wanted to wait for the top monks, but because he had a master's demeanor. If you don't show up and I immediately run away at full speed, what would happen? Is it because I'm afraid of you? So he moved forward unhurriedly and was easily overtaken by the monk.

The monks were walking side by side twenty meters away from him, without speaking, as if they were mute. After a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, and an hour, Zhang Ain finally couldn't bear it anymore and stopped to ask, "What do you want to do?"

"I thought you couldn't speak." The top monk laughed, but then added: "Let's just say, how could the world-famous Zhang Ping be mute."

This guy waited for me for dozens of days just to say nonsense? Zhang Ai asked coldly: "Is something wrong?"

The monk nodded slightly: "Something happened."

"If you have something to do, why are you following me?" Zhang Ai was still cold. Anyway, with his cultivation level, he was not afraid of this old guy.

In fact, the old guy looks young, somewhat similar to Master Qiao from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. However, Zhang Wen stubbornly believes that as long as he is a top-level monk, any one he names will be three to five hundred years older than him. , they should be called old guys.

The top monk smiled and said: "It is rumored that Zhang Ai is a kind and generous person. From what I can see now, the rumors don't seem to be reliable."

I don’t care if you are reliable or not, today I am going to kill someone. I have held back the hatred for more than a hundred years. If I don’t release it, it will soon turn into a spell, blowing up others and shattering myself into pieces. Zhang Ain looked at the top monks up and down and asked in a very disdainful tone: "Are you Gui Geng?"

"I look old? But others say I'm young." Qianqing is also a talkative man, and he has the momentum to talk about everything in the world.

"Talk about something!" Zhang was afraid of getting angry. He might start a fight if the old guy said some nonsense.

"Well, this is a bit hard to say." The monk started to play coy again.

I'm so depressed. Damn it, are you kidding me? Zhang Wei said: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I really don't want to hear it." His figure flashed slightly in the air, and the whole person disappeared in place.

But the top-level monk was not weak at all. He caught up easily and said, "Young man is a little patient. I really don't know how to achieve top-level cultivation."

Zhang was afraid that he really wanted to beat him. He was about to get angry and say a few harsh words, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong. This monk had been irritating him, trying to force himself to get angry, but he did it invisibly. What did he want to do? Once the person calmed down and stopped getting angry randomly, his mind became much clearer. He stopped again and said, "Tell me, who am I interceding for?"

He quickly went through all the major and minor events in his life. He has always been hunted by people, and there are enemies all over the world. But no matter how many enemies he has, there is no one who can take revenge and kill like the monk in front of him. He first waits for you to practice, and then talks nonsense to you. What on earth is that? Are you here to fight or just joking? Considering Zhang Wen's cultivation at this time, who dares to joke with him? If it is really a joke, then it is really a joke. After all, the boss, a top-level monk, is making a joke on you?

But the old guy went through all the hard work, neither fighting nor knowing each other, so there must be something related to him. After thinking about it, there are only two kinds, one is the magic pill, and the other is grudges.

The other party is a top-level monk. A person of this status would rather kill someone to grab medicine than ask for medicine from a stranger, so this possibility is ruled out. The rest is grudges. From this, it can be inferred that one of his close relatives had offended Zhang Afraid. He was afraid that Zhang Afraid would take revenge, so he came to plead for mercy in advance. Judging from his strength and performance, Zhang Ping even dared to conclude that the person being interceded did not know about this.

A person is always bullied and suddenly becomes extremely powerful. What do you want to do most when you become strong? Of course, he is looking for revenge with pride! This is what a gentleman means when he says that it is never too late for ten years to take revenge.

Let's talk about him. Sometimes he is really stupid, so stupid that it makes people angry; but sometimes he is too smart, like now. The top-level monk originally had a kind face with a slight smile, but after hearing Zhang Afraid's words, his expression froze and he asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Zhang Ai smiled and said: "Guess." It feels good to change from passive to active.

The face of the monk in front of him changed several times and he finally said: "My surname is Tie, and I knew a person a long time ago."

There were a few black lines on Zhang Wen's face. I don't care who you know? Tell me why? This thing, well, is very strange! He quickly stopped the other party from talking and said first, "You should rest first, I have something to do."

"If you dare to leave, I will fight you to the death!" the iron monk shouted.

threaten me? He looked at the young-looking iron old man again, nodded and said: "Okay, you say." Looking at the old guy's posture, he really wanted to fight for his life, but Zhang was afraid of accepting his threat.

The iron monk coughed and continued: "Well, this is quite difficult to say."

"Here we go again! It's hard to say anything, so I won't say it." Anyway, it was others who wanted something from him, and Zhang was afraid that he would not show any face to others.

The iron monk had a good temper and was lifeless. He coughed twice, took a long breath, exhaled again, and then took another long breath. Zhang Awei was furious: "You always come in front of me to practice breathing skills?"

The iron monk's face turned red and he continued: "My name is Tie Mou, the plan of the plan."

Zhang Ao was frightened just by his posture before speaking. How difficult must this be to make a top-level monk behave in all kinds of strange ways? Well, it's definitely not a big deal. It seems that it's because I didn't go to see the photo. Otherwise, why are things going on? Thoughts were running through his mind, but he replied seriously: "I haven't heard of it."

Tie Mou glared at him, "This kid is so hateful, I'm so immoral, why don't you know how to say a nice word?" But I have to continue: "I am from Lu."

Zhang Ai suddenly said "Ah", and Tie Mou asked: "You know?" Zhang Ai shook his head and said: "I know." Tie Mou was so angry that he didn't want to speak, and asked angrily: "Do you know or don't you know?" Afraid continued to shake his head: "I know." He had already guessed that the monk in front of him was a member of the Tie family, one of the eight aristocratic families in the Lu country, and deliberately made him angry. Tie Mou was really out of breath. After a while, he suppressed his anger and said, "No matter who I am, let's put it this way, I don't want you to go to Yao's house to cause trouble."

"Eh? How did you know that I was going to Yao's house to cause trouble?" Zhang Ain asked carefully with a serious expression.

Tie Mou snorted coldly: "Don't all villains think about revenge after they succeed?"

Zhang Ain's face turned red. Well, he has become a villain. He looked at Tie Mou and asked, "You stayed with me under that mountain for dozens of days and followed me for most of the day. Just to say this?"

"Exactly." Tie Mou said simply.