Chapter 261

Time flies, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already October of the next year. Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv have also stayed in Xiangyang for more than a year. With a lot of money, there must be fierce men. It is said that many strange knights have joined the Mongolian camp, but they are all people from outside the territory, and there are very few real Han people.

Outside Xiangyang City, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv rode a white horse and walked slowly on the official road. Although it was only October, the weather was getting colder and the cold wind kept blowing, and Xiaolongnv was dressed in white. Dressed in velvet fur, he asked Yang Guo who was behind him, "Guo Er, where are we going after this?"

"Let's go north now, to the border of Henan. There is a big man there who deserves our visit." Yang Guo said with a smile to the person in his arms, saying that this trip is a bit redundant, it's just to resolve Wanyan Ping and Yelu It is not worthwhile for him to rush to Huashan again and again, after all, this is to save other people's daughter-in-law, but Dawu Xiaowu is also his nephew, after thinking about it, it can be regarded as Let's be the meeting gift prepared by the little uncle for their two brothers! Let's make arrangements for the daughter-in-law to these two foolish boys first, so as not to fight to the death for that unruly and willful Miss Guo in the future.

"Thinking about how much I have paid for Da Wu and Xiao Wu in my life, I not only saved their mother, but also prepared their daughter-in-law. I really broke my heart for these two children. It's a pity that some things cannot be explained in person. I I have no choice but to quietly be the hero behind the scenes!" The more he thought about it, the more wronged Yang Guo felt, because those two idiots had been around that girl Guo Fu when they were young, obviously he was their benefactor, well! Sin!

"Oh!" Xiaolongnv said softly, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and her pretty face hurt a little, Xiaolongnv couldn't help leaning her body against Yang Guo's chest, secretly said: "Guo'er The chest is really warm, if he sits in front of me, I won't be cold, but I can't see his face often, oh, it's so depressing!"

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Yang Guo didn't know what little dragon girl was thinking, seeing her shrink into his arms, he put the cap on the fleece robe on her, hugged her tightly with both hands, put his right leg on the belly of the little dragon horse With a light touch, it immediately understood, galloped like a whirlwind, and disappeared into the official road in the blink of an eye.

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Half a year ago, the Mongolian Esoteric Vajra Sect

"Boom"

I saw a closed rock breaking open in response, and a very tall and thin Tibetan monk wearing a yellow robe, with a figure like a bamboo pole, a slightly sunken forehead, and a bearded face stepped out from it, looking around , there seemed to be something extremely joyful in his heart, and he immediately laughed loudly: "Hahaha! I finally got it done, I finally got it!"

The Tibetan monk's laughter soared into the sky, and all the birds and beasts within ten miles ran away in shock, which shows that his inner strength is profound, and this person is the King of Jinlun. The ninth level of "Prajna Kung Fu", this skill is so difficult to practice that so many eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism can only practice it to the ninth level. Now Jinlun Fawang can practice this magical skill to the ninth level in his sixtieth year The first layer is considered a very talented person, which means that he still has a chance to break through the tenth layer barrier in this life, and then he can...

"Jinlun, since you have achieved a small degree of magical power, hurry up to see King Ming. He has been waiting for a long time." At this moment, a fat monk with a round face in a yellow robe suddenly appeared behind Jinlun Fawang, as if to He didn't care about the magical skills he practiced, and his own skills were so terrifying that Jinlun didn't even know when it appeared.

"Amitabha, thank you, King Luo Ming, for letting me know. The poor monk is going to pay respects to King Ming." Not only was Jinlun Dharma King not annoyed by the fat monk who suddenly appeared behind him, he saluted very respectfully before leaving.

King Jinlun walked from the back mountain all the way to the side hall of the temple, passing the main hall on the way. There are four white, blue, green and red stupas around the main hall, a circular outer wall and several pilgrims along the outer wall. The trail, as well as the two Nima halls and Dawa halls in the north and south, which symbolize the sun and the moon, are very different in layout and furnishings from the temples in the Central Plains.

Passing the trail, Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but stop, bowed to the Buddha statue, and then went to the side hall.

Gently pushed the door open and entered, and saw a dying, skinny old man sitting on the futon in the back room. Man, his whole heart couldn't help trembling, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all. He bowed respectfully to the old monk, waited patiently for him to finish reading the scriptures, and then praised: "Jinlun pays homage to King Huyi Ming!" !"

"Get up!" The old monk didn't even lift his eyelids, and his voice was very old and hoarse, as if he was about to die at any moment, his whole body seemed weak.

"Xie Ming Wang." Jin Lun saluted again, then stood up respectfully and said.

"The two Ming King candidates left by my teaching have been killed. They are warriors from the Central Plains. You and Luo Ming will set off immediately. Be sure to bring him back. Life or death, that person is named 'Yang Guo'. You go After that, you don't need to come back without being summoned, the Mongolian Khan has his own arrangements, let's go!" The old monk said straight to the point, but his voice became softer and weaker, as if he was about to die, if it wasn't for Jinlun The king of Fawang has excellent hearing ability, so it may be difficult for him to hear the next few words clearly.

Jin Lun was surprised. With his "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu" practiced to the ninth level, this Central Plains is huge, but he can't go anywhere. Why does he need the company of King Luo Ming? Could it be that there is still something in this Central Plains that can threaten his existence? person? It's just that although he had doubts in his heart, Jin Lun didn't dare to refute King Huyi Ming's order, saluted him and then slowly left the side hall.

After Jinlun left, the old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon slowly opened his eyes. If he was an old man on the verge of death just now, he seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment. The whole person seemed to have become younger. He muttered in his mouth: "Almost, almost, the appearance of death was born out of thin air, almost, almost..."

One month later, Jinlun Fawang and Luo Ming Fawang didn't dare to slack off at all. They used lightness kung fu to drive the road for a month, and finally reached the border of the Central Plains. After a month's journey, I didn't feel tired at all.

Just as they were about to move forward again, a sword light struck towards the two of them horizontally and vertically. It was too late for Jinlun to react. Fortunately, Luo Ming rescued him in time, and Jinlun came back to his senses. His back was already drenched in cold sweat, and his whole body was also tense, completely like a

He stood there motionless like a living dead.

"Amitabha!" Seeing that Jinlun was so frightened by the crisis just now, Luo Ming couldn't help but chant, and immediately pulled him back to reality, otherwise he would fall into a confusion, and it would be difficult to wake up in this lifetime.

Hearing the four-character mantra of the Buddha School, Jinlun was also shocked. He felt his mind cleared up, and the discomfort just now was swept away. He immediately bowed to Dharma King Luo Ming and thanked him: "Thank you, Dharma King Luo Ming. Point out the maze!"

Luo Ming ignored him, but said in Chinese to the front: "Amitabha! Since the benefactor has already made a move, why don't you show up and see him."

"Tibetan monk? How can an expert like you cross the border at will? Do you really think that there is no one in the Central Plains?" A clear female voice sounded from above, and King Jinlun took a closer look, and saw three women slowly falling from the sky , the one in the middle with red clothes and white hair, a little older, seems to be a married woman, but she has a beautiful appearance and charm, but it's a pity that her white hair makes her a little bit more miserable, which is a bit beautiful Find fault.

The other two women are by his side, one on the left and the other on the right. They are younger, at most in their twenties, with a fresh and beautiful appearance. Although they are not as beautiful as the one in the middle, they are also beauties that are rare in a hundred years. In particular, the temperament of these three people is integrated, like a mother and daughter, which adds a bit of beauty.

"Amitabha! I don't know which one of the three sages stationed in Kunlun is the benefactor?" The corners of Luo Ming's mouth rose unconsciously, and he didn't answer the beautiful woman in red, but asked him instead.

"The stinky trumpet from Tibet is full of thieves. Since you are not willing to retreat, I will call you until you leave. It just so happens that my old lady is in a bad mood recently, so you should be counted as unlucky!" Didn't the beautiful woman in red know this Tibetan monk? Gu left and right said that he, on the other hand, wanted to catch her words, and immediately attacked with a sword, and did not give her a chance to speak.

"swish"

With a wave of the long sword in her hand, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, she clearly saw that she made a sword, but a total of fifty-four sword energy struck, although Fawang Luo Ming smiled on the surface and was not afraid, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart , although his skill is high, he rarely competes with people from the Central Plains. It seems that this is the first time he has seen such a strange sword move in his life. The yellow sleeve in his hand swept out, and immediately blocked most of the sword energy in front of him. Pulling his hand, when the sleeve robe was pulled back, it blocked half of it again, directly blocking all the sword energy from the beautiful woman in red.

Between one move, although the two wanted to find out the details of the other party, they also made a general estimate. The strength of the two is not much different, and it is difficult to tell the winner within hundreds of moves, but neither of them is willing to take a step back. One person insists on entering the Central Plains, and the other insists on not allowing him to enter, even if there are hundreds of moves, even if it is thousands of moves, the winner must be decided.

"Senior sister, what is a trumpet?" Seeing the beautiful woman in red and the Tibetan monk fighting together inextricably, following the beautiful woman in red, the two women couldn't help talking. Among them was the woman in the blue dress. He asked the woman in the emerald green dress, although she was called Senior Sister, but the woman in blue was obviously older than the woman in green, and the titles of Senior Sister and Junior Sister had their own origins.

"This... I don't know, let's do a good job for Master! Isn't there a monk on the opposite side." Compared with the woman in blue, the woman in green clothes is more refined, pointing to the Jinlun Fawang in front of him and said .