Chapter 66: The Alluring Monk
Before long, daybreak arrived. Even though Qing Yi was well-trained, after a night of galloping on horseback for over a hundred miles, she couldn't help but show signs of fatigue on her face.
The mission of this green-clad person on this trip is to come to Rabbit Horn Mountain to meet an important figure, so as long as the person hasn't arrived, they have to wait. As for the assassin who is about to arrive, time is quite ample...
Liang Xin bore the Seven Corpse Soul, his spirit was still very good, and he chatted casually with Qian Hu, a thousand households. These green-clad men were usually brought along by Qu Qing Shi, although they weren't as close to him as Liu Yi, but their relationship was quite intimate. When mentioning Qu Qing Shi's case, Qian Hu and the nearby green-clad men who could hear them speak all showed angry expressions. That thousand households even said coldly: "At that time, if Lord Qu had just said a word, we would have taken action!" After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh, and said to Liang Xin in a light tone: "To reverse the case for Lord Qu, you've gone to great lengths. If there's anything we can do to help, please just give us orders."
Although his tone was mild, his eyes were firm.
At that time, a group of green-clad men surrounded Qu Qing's body to resist the barbarian tribe. Although they were weak, they did not become disordered; although they were defeated, they did not become disordered; even in death, they did not become disordered! Today, this commander is also like this - with just a few words, his intentions are fully expressed. Liang Xin murmured and said: "My second brother has always had the ability to win people's hearts." Immediately after that, he couldn't help but laugh too. Others were like this, and he was no exception. If something happened to Liu Yi and Qu Qing, Liang Mo would also risk his life!
In casual conversation, Liang Xin suddenly learned that among the more than 100 green-clad men around him, nearly twenty of them were Tian Shen's powerful warriors, and the rest were also formidable masters. The green-clad men serving in the provincial capital were more elite than those in local areas, and these people were all close subordinates of Qu Qing Shi, so they naturally became even stronger. This proportion was not unusual either.
Chatting and laughing, the sun had already risen high. Finally, a strange and weird singing voice came from afar.
At the end of the main road, a man swung his sleeves and kicked his shoes, swaying as he walked over. His footsteps seemed slow, but in just a few snaps of his fingers, he arrived more than ten zhangs in front of the Qing Yi formation.
Liāng Xīn furrowed his brow, the person who came was a young monk, which wasn't unusual, but what made people feel awkward was that this monk's appearance was even more delicate than a woman's!
Willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows and peach-blossom eyes, bright but distant gaze, slightly upturned eye corners, and a monk drew out a slanting line from the corner of his eye.
A small yet high-bridged nose, delicate and bright red lips, skin so tender it seemed as if water would drip from it at any moment. If this face were on a woman, no matter which man saw her, they would all be drooling. But for a monk to have grown into such an appearance, only two words remained: evil and strange!
The monk held a pink peach blossom in his hand, humming an eerie tune. His gaze swept over the crowd of green-clad men, and he suddenly exclaimed, furrowing his brow as if puzzled. Then, with a chuckle, he said: "One hundred thirty-eight people? How did one more appear?" As he spoke, his eyes landed on Liang Xin's face.
The man in green clothes pretended to be calm and asked the monk: "May I ask how to address you, Master? We were ordered to come here to meet..."
Before he could finish, the monk nodded and said: "My humble name is Haitang, I am the first of the seven great disciples directly under the National Master. The person you are supposed to receive is me." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Liang Xin, and after a moment's contemplation, he finally revealed a surprised expression, laughing: "Could it be that you know I'm here to kill someone? This is troublesome!"
The one hundred and thirty-seven men in green coats reacted extremely quickly, as soon as they saw the opponent's intention, they knew that nothing needed to be said. With a loud shout of "Kill!", the sound of breaking through the air exploded, and hundreds of strong crossbows shot out at the monk.
Haitang and Shang's face showed a strange expression, seemingly helpless, yet also somewhat amused. As the arrow was about to pierce his body, he suddenly let out a low growl. His hands were opposite each other, with fingers slightly apart like an open flower. Then, with a twist of his hands, a sudden, ear-piercing shriek echoed through the air, as if something had been torn and snapped in two!
Visible to the naked eye, those arrows covering the sky all followed the monk's wrist movement, being pulled by a strange force, condensing into a black long chain, shaking its head and tail, rushing towards the sky, then suddenly turning again, exploding into hundreds of broken armor crossbow arrows, pouring down on more than 100 green-clad men.
Liáng Xīn was shocked and lost his composure. Even Zhú Wǔ in his heyday didn't have such a high level of cultivation. How could this monk be so formidable?!
The men in green uniforms had just drawn their swords and were about to charge forward when a hail of crossbow bolts suddenly turned in mid-air and shot towards them. Caught off guard, they didn't even have time to dodge, and could only watch in horror as the arrowheads hurtled towards them, cutting off their line of sight with deadly precision.
At this moment, a low growl suddenly came into their ears. Liang Xin's figure was like lightning, and he followed with seven punches. Each punch hit the Rabbit Horn Mountain, and the Seven Stars Array shook violently, transforming into an array in the blink of an eye!
Liáng Xīn poured all his strength into it, and the small hill suddenly exploded! A burst of shattered stones and earth shot up to the sky, from bottom to top, carrying with it rolling thunder and responding to the pouring rain of arrows!
The arrow rain was blown away by the mud and stone, and everyone's mind was shaken by Liang Xin's fist. Before they could recover, they heard Haitang monk's loud laughter: "Good guy, not low in cultivation!" In the deafening laughter, a strong wind blew, and the monk's body jumped high, his whole body bursting with golden light, his hands already closed together, like flowers, aiming at Liang Xin who had not yet recovered.
Just then, the laughter suddenly turned into an exclamation, a stout figure swiftly swept across the sky and pounced on the monk. Immediately, shouts of scolding, fists and feet striking dull sounds filled the air... Seeing Liang Xin in danger, Gao Jian immediately took action!
Discussing martial arts, Gao Jian's power was even higher than Qu Qing Shi's, and with the help of his unique technique, one strike was enough to kill an ordinary cultivator. Hai Tang and Shang were not prepared for the sudden attack, and before they could react, they had to use their fists and feet to defend themselves. Their minds moved quickly, and their true yuan surged through their bodies. Every punch contained the power of their original techniques, and they struck Gao Jian mercilessly.
Two people were entangled, falling together from mid-air, having exchanged dozens of fierce punches in the meantime. Before hitting the ground, Gao Jian let out a loud and miserable cry, heavily crashing to one side, with fresh blood continuously gushing out of his mouth!
Haitang and Shang's lips were stunningly red, their laughter filled with helplessness: "What thing..." Before the words had fallen, the sky in front of them suddenly darkened, and Liang Xin had already pounced on him again.
Bang, muffled sound! Liang Xin's fist heavily smashed onto the monk's face. In that instant, it seemed as if another gust of wind from the underworld swept across Haitang's charming face. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and pale, tender cheeks were all twisted and disfigured. The simultaneous eruption of their angry roars drowned out the faint sound of 'bang'. Haitang's left eye was shattered by the immense pressure that suddenly swelled up, and several fractured teeth, along with blood, painfully spun in mid-air...
Ke Liangxin was unable to throw a second punch after landing the first hit, his body shook strangely and he flew out like a rotten peach discarded by a giant, screaming miserably. At the same time as he punched the monk, Haitang's wrists met again, and her palm print landed squarely on his chest!
Liáng Xīn felt that, in the instant when he was struck by the palm print, a Mount Tai had heavily crashed into his chest. The Seven Demons' Star Souls were frantically circulating, but ultimately could not withstand the unimaginable force, and were unable to hold their positions, becoming disordered and chaotic. His entire body seemed as if it would explode, yet amidst his long, mournful cries, all he could hear was the sound of rushing wind in his ears.
Haitang and Shang's charming face was twisted, but he was still smiling, standing in place, turning his single eye, looking at Gao Jian and then at Liang Xin, hoarsely laughing: "You, what kind of people are you? Are there such good hands in the Jiulong Temple? I underestimated you before, underestimated you!"
Just as the monk said "Jiulong Temple", Qingyi Qianhu suddenly cursed: "Damn it!"
With a loud crash, the sleeves of his clothes burst apart, and a layer of stone armor quickly spread out. In the blink of an eye, both arms were covered in dense rock, thicker than before by more than two times. Immediately, Qian Hu swung his arms and charged towards the enemy first. The other green-robed men also roared with anger, summoning their divine power. Ordinary people drew out their embroidered spring knives, closely following behind the officials!
