It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 420

Green Leaf Buddha was startled, looked up to the direction of the palace gate, and as expected, the battle in front of the palace gate was nearly over.

A group of rabble rebels, relying on the soaring morale of breaking Chang'an City, actually defeated the elite Yulongwei.

At this time, he rushed over by himself, afraid that he would not be able to change anything. I just don't know what Emperor Ming's situation is. As long as he doesn't die, things will turn around. After all, he has already escaped once, and the big deal is to run again. It's not that Emperor Ming has not run away before, so he probably doesn't care much about this.

Guo's annoying purpose is to stop himself, not to defeat himself, and to some extent, he has achieved his purpose.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Green Leaf Buddha folded his hands towards Guo Nanren, who was seriously injured.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, so why apologize."

Green Leaf Buddha nodded lightly and took a step to leave.

"Wait a moment."

A voice suddenly came to mind behind him, Qingye Buddha turned his head and saw Guo Anren's sword in the hands of the little Taoist priest.

Green Leaf Buddha was obviously startled, then shook his head.

"Uncle, please enlighten me." The little Taoist held a sword salute.

"This is Senior Brother's apprentice?" Qingye Buddha asked Guo Anren.

Guo Nanren nodded lightly: "The little apprentice is Hongchen, he has been by my side since childhood, and learned some skills from me. If you are an uncle, just pass him a few tricks."

Qingye Buddha looked at the red dust carefully, and saw that he was young and thin, but his eyes were bright when he held the sword in both hands.

"You're so young!" Qingye Buddha said with emotion, for an old man, youth is always enviable: "Senior brother is willing to let him try his tricks, he must be very important to him, after all, I should have an apprentice too. "

"I'm a few years older than you. I should arrange a successor for myself. You don't have to think about these things."

Green Leaf Buddha shook his head, his eyes still looking at the red dust.

"Uncle, please enlighten me." Hong Chen held the sword in both hands.

"Come." Green Leaf Buddha beckoned.

The red dust struck with a sword, with a body like an ape, and a sword like a shooting star. Confucianism is proud and upright, Buddhism conquers dragons and tigers, Taoism eliminates demons and kills immortals, and the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are all in one person. Yet he looked less than twenty years old.

Young is enviable, talent is enviable.

Some people practice martial arts, profess themselves, practice three-nine in winter, and three-fu in summer. After so many decades, they can become a good martial artist. However, for some people, they watch the snow in winter and swim in the river in summer, but in the end you still can't compare to him.

This kind of person is what people call a genius.

Green Leaf Buddha envied Guo Nanren that he had a good apprentice and could pass on his skills. This was Guo Nanren's luck.

"Use Buddhist Kung Fu." Qingye Buddha suddenly said.

Red Dust Although the talent is strong, but after all, it can't compare to Qingye Buddha. From the very beginning, he was under the control of Qingye Buddha, coming and going, it was Qingye Buddha who controlled the rhythm of his moves.

Like a dancer, only under the guidance of a musician can he show a thrilling dance.

Falling into the rhythm of the Green Leaf Buddha, the red dust gradually became fascinated. When he woke up, he realized that his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the flowing water when he made a move was something he had never seen before.

"Master, I did it..."

Hong Chen turned his head and was stunned. I saw Guo Anren sitting on the roof with a smile on his face, already sitting down.

"Master!"

The red dust fell on Guo Nanren, crying non-stop. Guo Fanren is already old, and he was hit hard again today. He has reached his final moment.

A hand was placed on Hong Chen's shoulder, Hong Chen turned his head, his eyes were like a lone wolf.

"Follow me." Qingye Buddha said.

"Go with you!"

"Buddhist is sympathetic, Taoist is inaction, and Confucianism has entered the world. You have the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. You should understand that there is no hatred between me and my brother. Today, he came here, and he knew that time was short, and he handed you over to me. I mean." Qingye Buddha said: "If you want to take revenge, I'm afraid there is no chance, because I don't have much time."

The world fell silent and said, "Where are you going?"

"The world is so big that there will always be a place for you and me, and Chang'an can no longer hold us."

I suddenly remembered something, and said: "I can't go with you, I am a justice teacher, and I want to preside over military affairs..."

"Okay, okay." Qingye Buddha waved his hand: "The empire is exhausted, and the Righteous Religion is running out of fuel. Senior brother just added a handful of firewood to the burning old house. As for you..."

Qingye Buddha pointed at Hongchen's forehead, and said, "Give me ten years of tolerance before you are born. At that time, there may be a place for you in the world."

Saying that, Qingye Buddha grabbed Hongchen's thin shoulders, walked away without stepping on the ground.

He was originally a free and easy person, and he didn't care about Guo Nanren's corpse. As for the life and death of Emperor Ming, after seeing it, it was not his concern.

On the roof paved with glazed tiles, Guo Nanren's body was sitting cross-legged, and the white banners that "see through the world" were hanging alone.

In the Golden Hall, Emperor Ming is already facing death.

There is no shortage of masters under him, but Cheng Dalei broke a large number of them on the grassland. In the hands of the remaining people, Qingye Buddha is the strongest.

However, the Green Leaf Buddha did not appear, and Lin Shaoyu's gun was already in front of him.

Emperor Ming no longer had the strength to resist, so he could only watch Lin Shaoyu's spear edge gradually expand in his pupils.

This decisive shot was Lin Shaoyu's strongest burst of strength. Those frowning brows and hideous expression were vaguely similar to Lin Wentian's.

He thought of Lin Wentian, and then thought of how Lin Wentian died, so he felt scared. Lin Wentian was on the long street and was slashed with thousands of swords. The angry people cut their corpses to pieces.

Emperor Ming once felt that he had made the right choice, but now he begins to regret it. It turns out that death is really a terrible thing.

The spear pierced his heart, and his fear didn't last long, his pupils became hollow, and a generation of emperors died on the Golden Temple, blood splattered all over the place.

For a moment, Lin Shaoyu seemed to have been stripped of all his strength, and a deep sense of exhaustion welled up from the bottom of his heart. He has fought for too long, and his manpower is sometimes poor. He is not tireless, but he is supported by the idea of ​​revenge.

However, today's great revenge has been avenged, and the strength in my heart has also relaxed.

After sitting for a long time, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Lin Shaoyu's mouth. He also remembered a lot of things, the assassination of the year, the martial arts field to sue the imperial court... In the end, he was like a dog.

The big boss said it really well: those who believe in justice are lucky, and always feel that there are beautiful words such as light and kindness in the world.

But justice is never given by others. As long as justice is more violent than evil, justice is meaningful and decent.

Exhausted little by little, he sat on the ground, chewing the joy of revenge.

Then he raised his head and saw the high dragon chair.