Condor Heroes] This sculpture is not that sculpture

Chapter 10

On a wild mountain road outside Xiangyang City, I saw a few figures of different sizes walking in the middle of the road.The man walking in front was dressed in yellow, and his skeleton under the clothes was thin but extremely tall. If it wasn't for the slightly cunning sunken forehead, he would be majestic and solemn.The one on the left back, holding a folding fan, is chic and elegant, and he is born extraordinary at a glance; the one on the right has a strong figure, although his eyes are a bit dull, his face is simple and honest.

The few people were on their way with a purpose, but they were delayed due to some things on the way.

After touching the wound on the corpse on the ground, the man who looked like a nobleman said, "Master, it's all sword wounds. The wounds are smooth and killed by a single sword."

The man in yellow pondered for a moment and asked, "How long have you been dead?"

The young man touched the skin of the corpse reluctantly, but said in surprise: "The corpse is warm, and he died not long ago. So many people have been killed with the snap of his fingers! And we are so close, why is there no movement at all?" feel!?"

The man in yellow didn't answer, but looked at the corpses of the bandits on the ground, and he couldn't help being shocked.

Killing a few ordinary bandits is not a big deal, but it is extremely difficult to kill so many people in such a short period of time without being discovered.The most incredible thing was that the throat had been cut before the person had time to bleed out, so the blood in the throat was only dark red after death.

"Okay, Huo Dou, Daerba, continue on the road. Maybe... we can meet this master again." The man in yellow ordered.

This man in yellow clothes is naturally Jinlun Guoshi, and the noble young master behind him is Huo Dou, and the other is the second apprentice Daerba.The three of them are here under the order of Kublai Khan, the Prince of Mongolia, to destroy the forces of Quanzhen Sect and take the opportunity to weaken the resistance of Xiangyang City. It's too late for them to go.

The few people walked a long way, until they reached a tea shed, and then sat down to rest.

There was no one in the tea shed, except for the three of them, and there was only a man in dark clothes across the table.The face of that person whose back was turned was not clear, the black hair hung down on the straight back, and the black feathers at the end of the hair fluttered gently, elegant and ethereal.On the waist of the man, he wore a purple jade flute of uniform color and exquisiteness, with several bright glass beads embedded in it, which provided a touch of luxury to this simple outfit.

Even though Huo Dou and the others would look at that person sometimes, Daerba still spoke a few words in Tibetan, the national teacher closed his eyes and rested his mind, everyone did not offend each other, and they lived in peace.

It's a pity that someone always interrupts the peaceful atmosphere.

Dozens of strong men suddenly rushed out of the forest in the distance. When they saw the people in the tea shed, their eyes were fierce.

"Is it them?" The big man in the lead looked at Huo Dou and the others, and asked the boy beside him. The boy shook his head, and pointed to the table next to them, that is, the man who was alone. .

"It's him! He killed the third and second uncles. If I hadn't run fast, I would have died in his hands!" The child's voice was crisp, but because of the harsh tone, there was a hint of maturity that violated harmony. .

Relying on the large number of people, the group of people are not afraid, the big man said to the man in black: "Boy, what about your martial arts skills, you want to get away with killing the people in our cottage? Dreaming! There are so many people today!" People are here, let’s see where you are going to escape?”

Seeing someone provoking trouble, Daerba who was at the side almost jumped up, but was pushed back to his original position by the master.

The old monk looked at the man in black as if in a state of concentration, and saw that the man was holding the tea bowl in his left hand, sipping it one mouthful at a time, without moving his eyes to the ferocious crowd at all.

"You're looking for death, brothers, all of you!" After the leading man finished speaking, he raised his big knife and slashed at the man.I am full of confidence in my heart, thinking that there are so many people here, no matter how powerful this kid is, it will be difficult to fly.

However, he only had time to think of this.

Because, in the next second, I saw something flickering around the man in black, and then something seemed to have scratched the leader's neck.

The other party first paused in doubt, and touched his throat.Suddenly, it was difficult to breathe, and the trachea seemed to be stuck, and I couldn't even speak.

The next moment, the seven-foot strong man fell to the ground, not breathing anymore.

A trace of bright red blood that flowed out from the struggle slowly overflowed from the neck. If you look closely, you will find that the wound is actually the same as the corpse that Huo Dou and the others saw just now!

There was a sudden silence all around.

All the assailants suddenly lost their leader, and immediately lost their backbone. In addition, the man's martial arts were so weird and fast, the mob had already thrown away their helmets and armor, turned around and fled from this Shura land.

The young man who brought the man was pale, and he staggered to run away, only to find that the man stood in front of him at some point, with those same indifferent eyes, just like when the sword mercilessly let him go. shudder.As if I am not a person, but an object, letting myself go is not out of pity or conscience, but out of interest.

Although he was disgusted in his heart, the young man was still lucky, hoping that the man in black would let him live again.

He pleaded in a low voice: "I'm sorry... I was forced to lead the way because the head of the family must avenge my brother. I didn't mean it... Really not..."

However, the man raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and asked, "You covet my purple jade flute, and you want to get rid of me and snatch it. Decided to let you go. But now it seems... I was thinking too much."

Hitting the young ones attracted the old ones. This person pretended to be innocent and frightened in front of him. Afterwards, he immediately fanned the flames and gathered everyone to try to kill the other party to avenge his humiliation. He was so duplicitous at such a young age, absolutely not allowed to stay.

"No... no, I was forced..." The boy was still quibbling.

Unfortunately, in the end, he only saw a silver light flash on the man in black, and then he couldn't think anymore.The young head flew out, and just landed not far from Jinlun Fawang's table, with a pair of dark eyes, he couldn't believe that the other party was cold-blooded enough to attack a child.

After cleaning up the mess, the man returned to his seat.At this time, all the waiters in the tea room had already left, and only he and the three people next door remained where they were.

……

"Sir," at this moment, Huo Dou stepped forward and politely said, "My master wants to make friends with you, may I be honored to honor you?"

"No." I knew these people, so I didn't want to provoke them, and Huo Dou was not angry, but continued with a smile: "Mr. just killed the Quartet, I'm so happy. But my master is a Buddhist sect, It should not be stained with blood..." After finishing speaking, he looked at the head of the young man who had not closed his eyes meaningfully at the table, and continued, "And this flying head... really disturbed the teacher, take a look Even Fang Wai is an expert, why don't you untie and untie the Xie family teacher, so that his Buddha's heart will not be unstable."

No matter how true the other party's words are, it's reasonable, if a head just hits the side, probably no one will feel better.

I frowned, but finally nodded in agreement.

Invited to sit at the next table, Jinlun Guoshi opened his eyes, and introduced as if he had just seen someone: "Old Monk Jinlun Guoshi, I don't know what your name is?"

"Feng Yu."

"Where is Mr. Feng going on this trip?"

I shook my head: "It's not yet known."

I am going to look for Yang Guo on this trip, but I don't know where he is at this time.

A bright light flashed in his eyes, Jinlun Guoshi invited: "In this case, how about going with us?"

"……Oh?"

"Looking at the master's martial arts skills and his superb swordsmanship, it is hard to find an opponent in the world. We are going to the Quanzhen School to learn martial arts. I wonder if you are interested?"

After the national teacher finished speaking, his eyes seemed to glance at the pensive man.

"……good."?