On the official road back to Chang'an City from the Martial Arts Field, Fang Jie, Zhang Kuang, Mo Xidao and Xie Fuyao rode side by side. Because today's competition was really tiring, Dean Zhou showed mercy and asked the candidates to ride back to Chang'an on horseback. Of course, after entering the city, the horses had to be returned to the Academy of Martial Arts.
Fang Jie didn't need it, and his red horse didn't know how many people envied him.
Xie Fuyao looked at Fang Jie and Zhang Kuangmo, talking and laughing as they walked forward, the laughter was mixed with vulgar words. He seemed a little curious about this kind of conversation, so he kept listening carefully. When Fang Jie and the others talked about happy things, he would also smile along with his lips pursed. It looked as if Fang Jie and the others were three sluts, while he was a shy brat.
Fang Jie turned his head to look at Xie Fuyao, and asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others when you walk with the three of us?"
Xie Fuyao thought for a while and replied seriously: "You said you invited me to drink."
Fang Jie laughed, and seemed to like the answer: "I always thought that you would not want to go with us because you thought we were vulgar. You know that we frontier soldiers don't have a lot of knowledge, and some are just women who can't stop chatting. Of course... the women we've seen have not slept as much as you have."
Xie Fuyao shook his head in embarrassment, still a little uncomfortable with this way of chatting.
"Neither do I… "
"Not what?"
"Let's continue talking about what happened when you were in the border town. I like hearing such stories very much."
Xie Fuyao didn't want to entangle Fang Xie on the topic of women.
"That's not a story!"
Mo Xidao snorted in a cold voice, he is too straightforward, he has a deep-seated rejection of a famous son like Xie Fuyao. Even if they were walking together, he didn't feel that he and Xie Fuyao were the same people. This kind of contradiction is difficult to resolve. Even if there is no hatred, there is an insurmountable gap between soldiers from poor families and children from aristocratic families.
Xie Fuyao was stunned for a moment, then he was silent for a while and clasped his fists at Mo Xidao: "Sorry, I took the liberty."
This sentence is very sincere, and Mo Xidao can tell that it is not a hypocritical courtesy. What the children of the aristocratic families are best at is duplicity. There are many people who call the children of the poor family brothers, but there are very few who can really look up to the children of the poor family. So the sincerity in Xie Fuyao's tone is particularly valuable, but even so, Mo Xidao still doesn't have a good impression of Xie Fuyao.
"The things we talk about are all true. Maybe you only hear us laughing, but you don't know the bitterness in our hearts when we say these things. The life of frontier soldiers will never be understood by people like you. Between us The kind of emotion between you is not something you can understand."
He said.
Xie Fuyao nodded and said: "Perhaps, I will experience your life after I get to the frontier."
"Why does Mr. Xie want to go to the frontier? There is no need to go to the frontier to suffer after leaving the Martial Arts Academy three years later. As long as the grades are good, it is not difficult to enter the army."
Zhang Kuang asked curiously.
Xie Fuyao urged the horses to keep up with their speed, he looked at the majestic Chang'an city wall under the moonlight in front of him and said: "Since joining the army, it is better to go to the frontier. Maybe you think I am hypocritical when I say this, but I I really think so. Don’t talk about the county soldiers in various places, the soldiers in the fiefs of princes, or even the sixteen guards of the Sui Dynasty. These are not the places I want to go. Only the frontiers... are the most important places for soldiers to exist The place."
These words changed Mo Xidao's view of him, so his tone of speech eased a little: "The frontier is not what you think, if you can't adapt, you don't know when the comrades around you will leave you. When you don’t know when you will die in battle, it’s better not to go to the frontier. Entering the Martial Arts Academy may be just a way to get promoted to you, so you don’t really have to think of yourself as a soldier.”
Xie Fuyao slowly shook his head and said: "I am different from those people you mentioned... From your point of view, there should be no difference between me and the children of other aristocratic families, but in fact... I am different from them. In comparison, I feel that I am not different from them. You should get closer."
"Why?"
Zhang Kuang asked.
Xie Fuyao opened his mouth, but finally did not explain: "It's nothing."
Mo Xidao didn't like this kind of hesitant talking, so he stopped looking at him and explained with a smile, "I've been watching your competition in the martial arts arena today, Fang Jie, you really give our candidates from the frontier army a boost! Before I came out, I had already discussed with other people, and everyone raised money to find a better restaurant to treat you to a drink! The brothers who appeared in the martial arts field in advance have already made arrangements, and we will not return tonight if we don’t get drunk!"
"Not tonight."
"Why?!"
Mo Xidao asked in surprise.
"Brother Mo, you heard it just now. I agreed first to invite Mr. Xie to drink. The most important thing for our frontier army is faith, you can't go back and forth, right?"
Mo Xidao's face turned angry and said: "What? After meeting a famous young man, you feel ashamed to drink with us?!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere froze immediately. Fang Jie shook his head with a wry smile, looked at Mo Xidao and explained, "Brother Mo, you know I'm not..."
"Brother Mo!"
Zhang Kuang said on the side: "This is indeed your fault, Fang Jie is such a person?"
Mo Xidao's face was a little ugly and he didn't speak. After walking for a while in silence, he slowly shook his head and sighed: "Fang Jie, I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong, but after returning from Dongchu, my personality became more and more irritable... "
Before he could finish his sentence, several figures suddenly rushed out of the woods by the roadside. The person who appeared first was wearing a very loose robe, and seemed to be holding another person in his hand. And behind him, at least five or six people chased out like lightning. When Fang Jie and the others were taken aback, the person who rushed out first was already in front of them.
The man grabbed Fang Jie from the horse without any warning, and flied aside in a flash!
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Fang Jie only felt a daze in front of his eyes for a moment, and his body was lifted from the horse by the man. The wind blew past his ears so quickly that he couldn't even open his eyes. He heard Zhang Kuang and the others exclaim in surprise, and before he could speak, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen, and felt a hand sucking on his stomach like a suction cup.
When he felt the wind disappear, he opened his eyes and looked over, and found that the one holding him with one hand turned out to be an old monk!
"Doesn't your Buddhist sect preach compassion? Don't you think it's shameless to arrest a young man as a shield?"
When Fang Jie heard this sentence, he couldn't help being startled, followed the voice and found that he knew several of the people chasing him!
Mr. Zhuo from the Ouchi Guard Office, Qiu Yu from the Martial Arts Institute, and Yan Qing. Standing on the other side was a middle-aged man in a bright red Taoist robe, Fang Xie had seen this man before. Before entering Chang'an City, he and Shen Qingshan had seen each other sitting on a big tree, and the great priest used his cultivation to point out a big pit to trap the running bull.
On the opposite side of the great priest in the red robe was an old man in a blue robe. Holding a broken sword in his hand, Fang Jie had never seen this person before.
When he saw the last person, Fang Xie couldn't help but let out a low cry in his heart.
Boss? !
He almost yelled out, but in the end he held back abruptly. Not knowing the situation, he didn't want this old monk of unknown origin to realize that he knew Mr. Zhuo and the others. It is not a very good thing to be someone else's hostage now, and it would be even worse if the person who captured him knew that he still knew the person who was chasing him.
Obviously, the proprietress Du Hongxian couldn't help being surprised when she saw Fang Jie. But soon, she regained her composure and pretended not to know Fang Xie. The same goes for Zhuo Buyi and others, no one is willing to call out Fang Jie's name at this time.
Jiangnan Xie Fuyao came a little later than Zhuo Buyi and the others, followed by Mo Xidao, and finally Zhang Kuang.
Seven or eight people surrounded the old monk.
"You guys back down, this is not a situation you can handle."
Yan Qing glanced at Xie Fuyao and gave an order.
Xie Fuyao was obviously also surprised, although he didn't know most of the people surrounding the old monk, but he could recognize two of them were professors from Yanwu Academy, and one was a great priest in red robe from Dao Sect. It is conceivable that a person with such status has a high level of cultivation, but with so many masters besieging an old monk, wouldn't the old monk's high level of cultivation be a bit outrageous? Just one great priest in red is already a top figure in the Sui Jianghu, and the cultivation of others may not necessarily be much weaker than him. How terrible would it be for such a few big men with astonishing cultivation to join forces to deal with one person
Thinking of this, Xie Fuyao didn't retreat.
"He's our friend."
Xie Fuyao replied calmly but firmly, and did not show that he knew Yan Qing and the others.
"shameless!"
The old man in the royal blue robe was Li Nan. He pointed his broken sword at the old monk's nose and said angrily: "The people of the Buddhist sect are indeed so shameless, threatening the lives of innocent people. This is not the same as what you usually preach." Could it be that Buddha's will is the same thing?!"
The old monk shook his head and said, "He is not innocent."
He didn't look at Fang Jie, but slowly held Fang Jie up and said word by word: "You Sui people are all demons, King Ming is merciful, but he is only merciful to the world, why should you be merciful to demons?"
But when Fang Jie was lifted up, his expression suddenly changed. Not knowing why, he subconsciously glanced at Chen Ya. And when he saw the surprise in Chen Ya's eyes, he seemed to have found the answer.
Ignoring the cursing from Li Nan and others, the old monk slowly put Fang Jie on the ground. He glanced sideways at Fang Jie, and murmured, "Is this a chance?"
"Master... kill him..."
Chen Ya, who was covered in blood, had hatred in his eyes, which was so strong that it couldn't be melted away. But Fang Jie didn't remember knowing this guy, he didn't even remember seeing this blood gourd. He didn't understand why this person had such strong hatred for him, but when he saw the old monk's bald head, he suddenly understood.
"What a coincidence."
The old monk sighed slightly.
Fang Jie hummed and said, "It's really a coincidence, it's delicious."
"Um?"
The old monk was startled, not understanding what Fang Jie's words meant. Of course, no one understood this slogan except Fang Jie himself.
Just when the old monk was surprised, Fang Jie made a sudden move. With a knife in his left hand, he slashed out at an incredible angle. After the competition, he had already taken back the broken knife that the old cripple gave him, and it was within reach by his waist. This knife is the fastest one that Fang Jie has slashed in his life, and it is also the most mature one since he learned the Yishi knife.
He didn't chop the old monk, but the dusty world.
Such a move was definitely not a decision made in a panic. He knew that since so many masters were besieging the old monk, the old monk must be extremely powerful. He was not sure whether the Yishi knife in his left hand could hurt the old monk. But I have some confidence in hurting that blood gourd, after all, that guy seems like he can't even stand up.
Suddenly, the old monk subconsciously pushed Fang Jie away with his palm. Then the other hand swung Chen Ya aside, but it was still a little slower. Fang Jie's blade left a small wound on Chen Ya's body. , it was obviously unexpected that Fang Jie succeeded.
"I actually forgot, it's meaningless to restrain your dantian qi sea."
The old monk shook his head and sighed, a little lost.
Almost at the same time, four figures jumped up together. The two professors of the Martial Arts Institute, Mr. Zhuo, jumped up and wanted to use Fang Jie. But the fastest among them was the beautiful young woman in the rustic blue flower sarong.
The proprietress of Fan Gu's dog meat shop caught Fang Jie in mid-air. I couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "You're looking for death!"
Fang Jie was pinched under the armpit by the proprietress, feeling the softness of her chest, he even sniffled and said something pleasantly sweet before passing out.
And at this moment, the other five masters delivered the strongest blow to the old monk at the same time. The old monk's face turned serious, he put Chen Ya behind him and clasped his hands together. A bright white lotus suddenly appeared, as if blooming in his body. The five-petal lotus looks extraordinarily pure and beautiful.
With a bang, the attacks of the five masters hit the five-petaled lotus fiercely.
Bai Lian shook, and was finally overwhelmed and shattered with a snap. The petals scattered like rain, but when I looked again, there was no trace of the old monk.