Pursuit Order

Chapter 28: Angry King

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"I just can't figure it out. What does this relic of the former emperor have to do with the king?"

In the border town, a boy in Tsing Yi rode on a donkey and murmured inexplicably.

"They eagerly sent you to snatch your brother. Is 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. He was wearing a white attire and shuddered, and the whole person was much more capable. At this time, hearing Xiaotong's question, he just smiled and said, "The world's greed will never be enough."

"But Wang and the Queen Mother of Da Qi, they are very rich and powerful." Xiaotong said puzzled.

Yan Mobei chuckled, "Who is too much power, fame and fortune? And Xiao's secret treasure, how rich and noble, who is not jealous? Just like you, you ate a candied gourd in the morning, if you buy another one for you, do you want it? Not yet?"

"Yes! Little Senior Brother bought it for me, I want to eat red dates and tangerines!" Speaking of candied gourd, Xiaotong instantly forgot about the secret treasure and became greedy.

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

"Little Senior Brother is bullying me again!" The little boy had tears in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

However, Yan Mobei didn't take him seriously. As the little uncle of Wuminggu, who was once feared by everyone, he didn't buy into this master's new arrogant disciple with special status.

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

Timur made inferences, "Then when my martial arts surpassed my senior brother, can I bully you?"

Yan Mobei looked at his eyes and smiled, "Isn't this your greed?"

Timur was stunned for a moment, only to hear Yan Mobei continue:

"For those people, power and wealth are like sugar gourd and martial arts to you. As long as it is profitable, it will never be too much."

Xiaotong said ignorantly: "I understand, as long as you like it, you will only dislike less, but not too much. Some people like fame and fortune, some people covet wealth, like me, I'm very simple, a candied fruit is happy, and I can bully my brother. I asked for it." He blinked and looked at Yan Mobei, "What is the greed of the senior brother?"

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

Leaving the new junior brother alone, he rode a donkey and ate a face of ashes.

"Brother, wait for me!" Timur reacted and hurriedly chased after him on a donkey. But his short-legged little donkey can't catch up with Yan Mobei's good horse. In the blink of an eye, he was left behind.

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

After passing this barrier, it is the Central Plains.

Yan Mobei felt the ups and downs in his chest and clenched the reins.

Am I greedy

He galloped on his horse, letting the cold wind knife scrape his face, but a trace of joy gradually filled his heart, a long-awaited joy that was about to be harvested.

What I am greedy is that my heart has something to love, and my heart belongs to me. It is a person who can't wait to be locked by his side day and night, so that others can't see it!

What do you say, Ash.

Lichun, a disciple of Wuminggu and a general of the King of Western Qiang, Yan Mobei entered the pass from the north.

At this time, the Central Plains Martial Arts knew nothing about this matter.

Jiangnan is preparing for the biggest martial arts gathering ever.

Since the end of the martial arts conference three years ago, the Central Plains martial arts has never held a gathering that can gather all the sects. But this time was different. The Wuminggu accident was the root cause, and the dissolution of Qin Weitang was even more helpful. An unprecedented gathering of heroes was being prepared in an orderly manner under the joint planning of the Xiao family and Ba Daotang.

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

However, the high-spirited Jianghu people did not know that in addition to them, there was a group of people secretly gathering together.

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

Qin Shan was sitting in the house, lighting an oil lamp, and the light was dimmed on his face, making him even more black-haired and white-skinned. Qin Shan looked at his fingertips. There are black and white clothes, and people have hair and blue silk. Unfortunately, this world cannot be as clear and turbid as they are.

"Commander."

Someone outside the door whispered, and Wei Shishi deftly turned the window and came in.

Qing Tian stood aside and couldn't help muttering, "If there is a way to go, I have to climb the window. If the window edge is dirty, I don't want Mingyue and I to clean it."

"..." Wei Shishi 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 Qingtian's complaint.

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

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

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

Fortunately, Qingtian finally thought, no matter what, the master will still laugh at us.

That's it.

He left with an oil lamp, but he didn't know that in the dark hut behind him, someone hadn't slept all night.

Finally, the day of the group meeting will be held!

In a small town, there are now people from all corners of the country who are carrying swords and playing knives. This is a pain for the people in the city. With so many people in the rivers and lakes walking on the street, it is a disaster to offend anyone casually. Fortunately, Ba Dao Tang and Xiao Jia Shang knew the importance. No matter how high the martial arts of Jianghu people, they still have to eat, drink and Lazar. Without the people to serve, this group of heroes would not be able to do it. They sent people to remind the various sects to restrain their disciples' behavior, but those green forest heroes who went to the meeting without sect and sect were not something they could manage.

Just yesterday, I don't know how many families have been bullied by their daughter and occupied the house. However, the government also did nothing. Occasionally, a passing chivalrous person wanted to draw a knife to help, but was persuaded to go back by the disciple.

At a critical juncture, the martial arts are in danger, and it is better to have less than one thing.

"Y'er, Ya'er!"

The eldest mother lay on the ground, crying bitterly, "My darling, you bastards! Give back my daughter, give me back!"

A man with a sword, hugging the little lady in his arms, said with a stern smile, "Rude village woman, my grandfather sees your little lady, and it's your blessing to take her back to eat delicious and spicy food! You don't spare any blessings!"

"Bastard, beast!" The aunt rushed up, but was kicked over by the strong man, vomiting blood for a few times and then died.

"Mother, mother! You killed my mother, and I fought with you." The girl saw this, her eyes were split open, and she beat the man fiercely, but she didn't know that her strength was like a punch into cotton. Besides, there is no other use.

It's a good show of bullying children and bullying women, even if there are people in the rivers and lakes on the roadside, they are dissatisfied.

"This Tyrant Sword Hall's territory, they just sit back and ignore it?"

"You don't know, that person is the head of the Western Bandit Village, and he has been dealing with the people of the Western Qiang all the year round. This time the Western Regions had an accident, and Ba Dao Tang was still counting on them. Of course, he had to turn a blind eye."

Today, the Xiqiang is like a poisonous thorn stuck in everyone's throat, and it cannot be removed. For a while, these bandit villages have become a fragrant pastry. For nothing else, just because they have played against the Western Qiang people the most, have the most experience, and have some information that the Central Plains sect does not know, they became the guests.

Seeing that no one dared to intervene, the bandit man was secretly proud. In normal times, he would not dare to make such a mess, but the world has changed, Qin Weitang is gone, and the high-ranking officials of the court only care about self-protection, so he can't help but act indiscriminately.

But in this world, Dadi still cannot tolerate such arrogance.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is arrogantly killing and abusing, you know that one retribution will be retributed."

"Where did the bald donkey come from?"

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

"Just you, a little monk whose hair hasn't grown yet, dare to care about my grandfather 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 on the spot? Madam, it’s time to put down the butcher knife. Would you like to call me Grandpa Buddha, hahahaha.”

"Amitabha, there is a way of life and death, and the law of heaven circulates." The young monk closed his eyes and remained unmoved. "The benefactor has killed and abused too much, and he deserves retribution."

"Bald donkey, what are you talking about!"

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

However, in the interim, 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 tightly clasped, almost bent break.

"Uh, uh!" The bandit man did not expect a monk to be so cruel, and when he wanted to ask for mercy again, he couldn't even say a word.

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

Seeing that this man was about to die in the hands of the monk, everyone else was dumbfounded. When did vegetarian monks become so sturdy

"The master keeps people! Buddhism is merciful, why don't the master give this person another chance to redeem his merits."

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

"Master Xiao."

Xiao Yi stepped forward and bowed first.

"The Buddhist way saves people, but the master's shot is a deadly move, why don't you leave room for it?"

Before the little monk could answer him, a sneer came from the side.

"Buddha is merciful, but the Buddha also has three incapacities. The angry eyes of King Kong can only be killed. He cultivates 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 in front of them.

But the face of this person made most of the people present feel terrified.

Before Xiao Yi could react, someone had already raised a sword and pierced the heart of the bandit.

Pfft, the blood in the heart stained the blade red, and the others were even more astonished. The evildoer will finally be rewarded. The executioner began to look up and smiled, and asked, "Does my sword count as killing and torture?"

"Amitabha."

The young monk looked at him and said, "Back then, the benefactor of Shaoshi Mountain had no regrets, and the poor monk had already heard of it. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation." Of course it doesn't count as murder."

Qin Shan took the sword.

Somewhat unexpectedly, this little monk is interesting.