Chapter 28

"I can't figure it out. What is the relationship between the ruins of the former royal family and the king?"

In the border town, a boy in Tsing Yi was riding on a donkey, muttering puzzledly.

"They eagerly sent senior brothers to snatch you. Isn't the current situation not good enough for us in Xiqiang?"

Yan Mobei rode a horse in front of him and was about to enter the customs. He changed his clothes and dressed as a knight. A strong white outfit was shaking, and the whole person was much more capable. At this time, hearing the child's question, he only smiled lightly: "The world is greedy, it will never be enough."

"But Wang and Daqi empress dowager, they are very rich and powerful." The little boy puzzled.

Yan Mobei chuckled, "Who would have too much power, fame and fortune? And how rich is the secret treasure of the Xiao family? Who is not greedy? Just like you, I ate a candied haws in the morning. If I buy you another one, you want Not yet?"

"Yes! Little brother bought it for me, I want to eat big red dates and tangerines!" Speaking of candied haws, the boy instantly forgot about the secret treasure, and became greedy.

Yan Mobei raised his eyebrows, "Buy, okay, why don't you sell yourself to people on the street, and it is not a problem to change a few candied haws."

"Little brother bullying me again!" The boy was crying with tears in his eyes.

However, Yan Mobei didn't take him seriously. As Wuminggu's once-awe-inspiring little uncle, he didn't buy into this master's newly-accepted and proud disciple.

"Timur, the weak and the strong. Remember, as long as you don't exceed me in martial arts, you will be bullied by me."

Timur draws inferences, "Then I can bully you when my martial arts surpasses the senior brother?"

Yan Mobei watched his eyes turn grunting and smiled: "Isn't this your greed?"

Timur was taken aback, but Yan Mobei continued:

"For those people, power and wealth are just like candied haws and martial arts to you, as long as they are profitable, there will never be too much."

The little boy ignorantly said: "I understand, as long as I like too little, there is no too much. Some people like fame and wealth, some are greedy for wealth, like me, very simple, a candied haws is happy, even if you can bully the seniors, there is nothing else. I beg." He blinked and looked at Yan Mobei, "What is the greed of the brother?"

"My greed..." Yan Mobei squinted his eyes, suddenly took the rein, and galloped on the horse.

Leaving the new younger brother alone, riding a donkey ate a face of gray.

"Brother, wait for me!" Timur reacted and hurriedly rode a donkey to chase. But his short-legged little donkey can catch up with Yan Mobei's Liangju. In the blink of an eye, he was left behind.

The shouts of the little junior brother are getting farther and farther, but the pass in front of him is getting closer and closer.

If you pass this barrier, you are the Central Plains.

Yan Mobei felt the ups and downs in his chest and squeezed the horse's rein.

Is my greedy?

He galloped on his horse, letting the cold wind knife shave his face, but a trace of joy gradually surged in his heart, a kind of joy that was expected to be harvested for a long time.

What I am greedy is that my heart has love and belonging, and is a person who can't wait to be locked around me day and night, so that others can't see it!

What do you mean, Ashan.

In Lichun, Wuminggu disciple and general of the King of Xiqiang, Yan Mobei entered from the north.

At this time, Central Plains Wulin didn't know anything about it.

Jiangnan is preparing for the grandest martial arts gathering ever.

Since the end of the martial arts conference three years ago, Zhongyuan Wulin has never held a gathering that can gather all the schools. This time it was different. The Wuminggu accident was the cause, and the dissolution of Qin Weitang was even more helpful. An unprecedented gathering of heroes was being prepared methodically under the joint planning of the Xiao family and Badaotang.

Including Wudang Shaolin, all the sects that received the invitation letter indicated that they would send disciples to come, and many of them led the team personally.

However, the high-spirited people from the rivers and lakes did not know that besides them, there was a group of people secretly gathering together.

It was night when Xi Chenshui was wandering outside, and Bai Meike and Pu Cunxi had already fallen asleep.

Qin Shan sat in the room, lighting an oil lamp, and the lights were shining on his face, making him even more black and white. Qin Shan looked at his fingertips, his clothes were black and white, and people were different from huafaqiansi. Unfortunately, the world couldn't be as clear and distinct as they were.

"Commander."

Someone outside the door whispered, and Wei Shiv came in gently through the window.

Qingtian stood aside, and couldn't help but muttered, "If there is a way, I have to climb the window. If the window edge is dirty, I don't want Mingyue and I to wipe it."

"..." Wei Fourteen was ashamed. Climbing the window was a habit developed in Qin Weitang, and it would be difficult to change it for a while.

The solemn atmosphere in the house was instantly swept away by Qing Tian's complaint.

Qin Shan couldn't help but smile, rubbing Qingtian's head, "Go and rest first, take the oil lamp away, and bring it with Mingyue tomorrow morning."

"But master..." Qing Tian was a little unwilling, but seeing Qin Shan's irresistible gaze, Nana lowered his head and pushed the door to leave. Before closing the door carefully, he saw Wei Fourteen kneeling on the ground with a cold expression that he had never seen before, and Qin Shan no longer had the usual smile on his face, becoming like a sculpture.

Qing Tian was not used to such a master, but after meeting Wei Fourteen, Qin Shan showed this expression more and more.

Fortunately, Qingtian finally thought, no matter what, the master would still smile at us.

That's good.

He left with an oil lamp, but he didn't know that there was someone who stayed up all night in the dark cabin behind him.

It's finally the day when the Elite Club is held!

In a small town, there are now people from the rivers and lakes who are carrying swords and playing knives. The county officials were helpless. After You Xiaoyi sent someone to talk about it, he simply sat and watched. This is a bitter to the people in the city. With so many people walking on the street, any offense is a disaster. Fortunately, Ba Daotang and Xiao Jiashang knew the importance. No matter how high the martial arts of Jianghu people are, they still have to eat and drink Lhasa. Without the common people, this group of heroes would not be able to run. They sent people to remind the disciples of various sects to restrain their behavior, but the green forest heroes who went to the meeting arbitrarily were beyond their control.

Yesterday alone, the daughter was insulted, and the number of houses was occupied. However, the government also ignored it, and occasionally the passing knight wanted to draw a knife to help, but was persuaded by the doorman to go back.

At a critical juncture, martial arts is endangered, and it is better to do more than to do less. My family is overwhelmed by the fact that there is no time to take care of ordinary people.

"Girl, girl!"

The first lady lay on the ground, crying bitterly, "My girl, you wolf-hearted fellows! Give it back to my daughter, give it back to me!"

A man with a knife, holding the little lady in his arms, Jie Jie smiled and said, "Rude village woman, the Lord has a fancy to your little lady, and it is your blessing to take her back to eat and drink spicy food! You don't want to hesitate!"

"Asshole, beast!" The aunty rushed forward, but was kicked over by the strong man, vomiting blood and then lost her breath.

"Mother, mother! You killed my mother, I'm fighting with you." Upon seeing the girl, the girl saw her eyes cracked, and beat the man fiercely, but she didn't know that her strength was like a fist into the cotton. In addition to arousing more delusions from the gangster Besides, it is useless.

It was a big show of bullying children and women, but there were also people on the roadside who were dissatisfied.

"Do they just sit back and ignore the Domineering Daotang site?"

"You don't know, that person is the head of the western bandit village, and he has dealt with the Xiqiang people all the time. This time the incident in the Western Regions, Tyrant Daotang is still counting on them, of course he has to open one eye and close one eye."

Now, Xi Qiang is like a poisonous thorn stuck in everyone's throat, unable to remove it, and these bandits have become sweet pastry for a while. Nothing else, just because they played against the Xiqiang people the most, the most experienced, and some information that the Central Plains did not know, they became the guests.

Seeing that no one dared to intervene, the gangster was secretly proud. He didn't dare to mess around like this. But the world has changed, Qin Weitang is gone, and the high officials of the court only care about self-protection, and he can't help but do anything wrong.

But in this world, the bottom still can't tolerate such rash actions.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor is presumptuous to kill and abuse, and it is known that one pays for one pay."

"Where did the bald donkey come from?"

The bandit turned his head and saw that it was a handsome young monk fighting injustice, and he laughed instantly.

"Just your little monk, who hasn't grown his hair yet, dare to take care of grandpa and me?" He rolled his eyes and said maliciously, "You monks don't always say that you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha? If I let this little boy go Lady, put down the butcher knife. Would you like to call me Grandpa Buddha, hahahaha."

"Amitabha Buddha, life and death have a way, and the law of heaven revolves." The young monk closed his eyes and remained unmoved.

"Bald donkey, what are you talking about!"

The bandit dropped the little girl, drew his sword and rushed up.

However, in the blink of an eye, the people around didn't even see how the little monk did it. He seemed to just lift his foot slightly, and the gangster was kicked to the ground by him, and his neck was also tightly clasped, almost stunned. Off.

"Uh, uh!" The bandit guy didn't expect a monk to be so cruel, and when he wanted to ask for mercy, he couldn't even speak.

But the young monk closed his eyes again, said the Buddha's name, and slowly tightened his fingers.

Seeing that this person was about to die in the hands of the monk, everyone was stunned. When did vegetarian monks become so tough?

"The master keeps people! Buddhism is compassionate, so why don't the master give this person a chance to redeem his merits?"

One person came across the crowd. The young monk glanced at him, sighed quietly, and let go.

"Xiao donor."

Xiao Yi stepped forward, saluting first.

"Buddhist Taoism saves people, but the master's shot is a death move, why not leave room?"

The little monk hadn't answered him yet, but there was a sneer from the side.

"The Buddha is compassionate, but the Buddha also has three things he can't. He is so angry that he can't kill him. He cultivated this way, can't you see it?"

The monk and Xiao Yi looked back together, and saw a man in black like Moses dividing the sea, crossing the crowd and walking to them.

But the face of this person made most people present fearful.

Xiao Yi hadn't reacted yet, the visitor had already pierced the heart of the bandit with a sword.

Puff, the blood of the ventricle stained the blade red, which surprised others even more. This evildoer is finally rewarded. The executioner raised his head and smiled and asked, "Is this sword of mine also a murder and abuse?"

"Amitabha."

The young monk looked at him, "Back then, the donor Shao Shishan had no regrets, and the poor monks had heard about it. When I saw it today, they really deserved their reputation." He said to the people who came, "Qin donor, do harm to the people. Naturally, it is not a crime."

Qin Shan received the sword.

Somewhat unexpectedly, this little monk is interesting.