It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 971

The current situation is not very good, and there are not many cards that I can play. However, if you manage it carefully, it may not be a big deal. At the very least, it can add some nausea to Li Xingzai.

The red dust is deliberating, considering the next marching route. At this moment, a chaotic sound was heard outside the tent.

He left the tent and went outside, only to see his soldiers in a mess, surrounded by a monk in white. With a whisk in hand and a long sword on his back, he is truly awe-inspiring, like an Arhat coming into the world.

The shock in Hongchen's heart is not Xiaoke, two words blurted out subconsciously: "Master."

The monk's eyes fell on Hong Chen, he frowned, and said, "The scoundrel, don't follow me."

The monk is not the other one, it is the Green Leaf Buddha who has a master-disciple relationship with the world.

At the beginning, when the master and the apprentice were born for the second time, Qingye Buddha wanted Hongchen to assist Cheng Dalei. But the two sides are not on the same path at all, and it is meaningless to push together. The teacher and the apprentice also parted ways because of this incident.

There were two famous teachers before and after the mortal world. They were also the directors of three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. When Qingye Buddha taught him, he did not hide his secrets, and taught them everything he had learned. The purpose is to make him famous in the troubled times and contribute to the end of the troubled times.

Qingye Buddha is different from Cheng Dalei and Li Xingzai, he is a very idle person. Since he parted ways with Hong Chen, he has nothing to do, so he simply sticks behind Hong Chen and sees what he wants to do.

Unexpectedly, he would actually use the reputation of Ye Yuanhuo to raise a banner against Li Xingzai.

Right now, the overall situation of the world will be decided, and the red dust has become one of the few variables. Qingye Buddha had no choice but to make a move, broke into the camp alone, and wanted to take the red dust away, but this variable was over.

Although he was alone with a sword, he was not chaotic in the face of the siege of the crowd. There is evidence for advancing and retreating, and he seems to turn a blind eye to the swords, guns, axes, and tomahawks around him.

The first time I saw the Green Leaf Buddha, I was shocked when I saw the world. But the two of them were worthy of being masters and apprentices, and immediately guessed the intention of Qingye Buddha.

"Master."

Green Leaf Buddha has come to the red dust at this moment, and stretched out his big hand to cover his heavenly spirit.

"Evil, don't follow me."

The reaction of the red dust was not slow at all, the body slid back, and the jump was a distance of several meters.

The generals and officers in the camp were all dumbfounded. Everyone only knew that Hong Chen was a strategist, but no one knew that he actually had superb martial arts.

Although Qingye Buddha is very old, his movements are still neat and tight, pressing step by step, and the red dust has not escaped his control.

"Master, if you are not compatible, the disciple will fight back." Hong Chen gritted his teeth, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed with a clang.

"Good good."

Green Leaf Buddha sighed three times, and also drew out the sword on his back, and the long sword pointed at the red dust.

"I also see how your martial arts skills are recently. If you can beat me, I will count you as a teacher. If you do anything in the future, I will no longer stop you."

It is said that master and apprentice are like father and son, but master and apprentice are not father and son. In this world, it is very rare for a son to beat Lao Tzu, and there are many things between master and apprentice.

The red dust gritted his teeth, he may not have master Qingye Buddha in his heart, and he also knew the other party's affection for him.

But the mortals have their own way to go, and their intentions may not be understandable by Aoba Buddha. He can't give up the path he wants to walk because of this master-disciple relationship.

Facing the Green Leaf Buddha, holding the sword in both hands, and holding the disciple salute.

"Master, please forgive me for being rude."

Green Leaf Buddha opened his mouth and said only one word: "Come."

The sword body drew a circle in front of the red dust, and then stepped forward, charging towards the Green Leaf Buddha.

The blades of the two sides intersected, and neither could get close to each other. I saw a little bit of sword light, as bright as the Milky Way.

Everyone in the camp took a breath of cold air. This was a first-class master at the time. His swordsmanship was complicated and simplified, and the depth of it was not comprehensible to them.

Qingye Buddha is already a master of a generation, and he is still one of the rare ones who has defeated Cheng Dalei. A Buddhist martial arts, has reached the peak of the point. Ordinary people can become his one-shot enemy, enough to be proud of.

It's a pity that the red dust is not an ordinary person. Qingye Buddha is also a little regretful now. He should have hidden his hands at the beginning, and it is not impossible to stop him now.

Cong Hongchen is young and vigorous, Qingye Buddha is old after all, and if he fights for a long time, he must be the one who suffers.

By this time, Qingye Buddha did not dare to show mercy. This bastard is trying to force his own key points, and he has no master-disciple relationship at all. If you show mercy again, you will surely die here.

He took a deep breath and drew a circle with his sword move in front of him, and then the long sword went straight forward, three consecutive swords, named Peach Blossom Three Blossoms.

This trick will be done in the world, but he only knows how to dominate the world these days, and naturally he has no time to ponder his martial arts, which is comparable to the Aoba Buddha who has been immersed in martial arts for a long time.

He dodged the first sword, avoided the second, but the third could not dodge anyway. The long sword opened a hole in him, and blood was dripping immediately.

After all, he was merciful, otherwise Qingye Buddha could kill him with a single sword.

Qingye Buddha uttered a Buddha's name and said, "Evil disciple, you still don't know how to repent, do you really want to find your own way?"

"Master!"

Hongchen knelt on the ground, his face became paler and paler, the sword in his hand had been knocked flying by the Green Leaf Buddha, and at this moment he was defenseless, and of course he had no ability to resist.

Seeing him like this, Qingye Buddha was a little unbearable, and said: "Good boy, you have finished what you should do, and leave with the teacher. The affairs here have nothing to do with you."

Is this really the case, Hong Chen has a thousand and ten thousand unwillingness in his heart.

"Master, I have repented."

Red dust heavily lowered his head.

Aoba Buddha sighed lightly, walked up to him, and put his hands on top of his head.

"I've suffered for you all these years."

When I joined Jiangnan, I wanted to do something. Although I was in a high position, it was not a thorny thorn.

The dusty head hung down heavily.

"Master, I'm sorry."

He clenched his fists with both hands, and suddenly slammed it into the lower abdomen of Aoba Buddha. Green Leaf Buddha was on guard, and the two punches hit hard, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his body fell out.

"General, spread out."

The world's vanguard shouted loudly. At this time, they had already assembled the archers.

Qingye Buddha is very old, and his body is naturally inferior to that of young people. After being injured, he feels that his body is overturned, and he loses his fighting power for a while.

He just looked at the red dust with both eyes, his eyes were empty, but there was an inexplicable sadness.

I didn't expect it to end in this way. There are thousands of words in my heart, but I don't know what to say at this moment.

The archers formed a group, and the vanguard officer pressed the line, looking at the red dust and waiting for his order.

The dusty hand waved heavily, and a word came out of his mouth: "Let it go."