In March, the grass grows and the birds fly.

The breeze is gentle.

Above the official road, an old horse takes leisurely steps.

On its back, a young man lay, with one arm covering his face halfway and the other holding a wine gourd, occasionally giving a mouthful into his mouth.

"Ah... the time I was rushing is really boring..."

I don’t know how long it took, Zhong Shenxiu turned over and sat down, shook the wine gourd, and found that it was empty inside.

It has been more than a month since he left the Yam Gang.

And most of the time is wasted on the aimless journey.

This time he traveled was mainly to obtain marrow refining martial arts and break through to the master.

However, this secret technique of marrow refining is basically mastered by various major forces like the eight major sects. Although they welcome experts like Zhong Shenxiu to join, it is obviously unrealistic to teach the true method without examining it for a few years or more.

Even the most enlightened court, there is no such good thing!

Zhong Shenxiu estimated that if he joined the court, he would definitely be arranged to work at the Shenguan Sect.

The kind of master martial arts who are quite restrictive and cannot break through the level of God-Transparenting God can still obtain it if you work hard.

As for the same old royal worshippers, I want to practice the true magical techniques passed down by Taizu of the Martial Arts, and even comprehend the "Written and Wordless Stele"? I'd better wash and go to bed early...

Unless you become a princess and become a royal family member, you may still have three points of hope.

"In addition, it seems that Gu Qingying has a magical secret book? I didn't pay attention to it before, because my martial arts skills are not good. Now, as long as I find him and let Leng Zi go, I can like to mention the Wang family's secret book... It's just that I have to face the pursuit of the Five Poisons Sect, which is a bit troublesome... Of course, the bigger problem is that the Five Poisons Sect has not found him, so how can I find it?"

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Zhong Shenxiu wandered around aimlessly and entered the area of ​​Shangjun at this time.

In ancient times, this place was the territory of Shang Kingdom, so it was named Shang County.

Zhong Shenxiu was still a little curious about this founding emperor who was suspected of a time traveler, so when he chose the way, he subconsciously rushed here and prepared to pay tribute to a few ancient ruins of the Shang Kingdom.

Suddenly, there was a blockage of people on the official road ahead.

As they got closer, Zhong Shen Xiucai discovered that someone had set up a card and charged a fee.

This is something that has always been hated but has never been stopped.

In terms of nature, it is probably the kind of evolutionary and upgraded version of "I bloom this mountain and I plant this tree" which is an open and upright robbery.

Often, the checkpoints are not set up, but various local tyrants, and even royal relatives, who for their own selfish interests, ignore the country, cut off traffic and block trade routes.

"Old man, who is the one who sets the checkout in front?"

Zhong Shenxiu approached the abortion and grabbed someone and asked.

"There are naturally merchant forts in front of them. They are a hundred miles away from home. They have hundreds of heroes under their command. Everyone knows martial arts, can ride a big horse and drives a hard bow. The three brothers of the fort master are also good players in the world. Don't cause trouble for the young man, just pay the money honestly..."

The old man was so whispering that he had a kind heart.

Zhong Shenxiu was interesting to watch, and got closer. She found that there were a few young and young men hanging on the tree on the edge of the road. Obviously, she read too many story books and stood up for justice. She was a hero, but she was so arrogant that she could not pretend to be so tied up by that.

‘Those who can come out with a font size have two tricks under their hands. Then what kind of brothers join forces can probably match the leader of Jiuyuan Sect... plus one hundred cavalry, it really has some capital...’

Just then, there was a sudden riot in front of me.

The crowd pushed away like a snake or a scorpion, and a young monk in the middle appeared, wearing a patched robe, but he was tall and big and dark in skin.

"Master, you want to make things difficult for us three brothers, too?"

In the roadside awning, the second child of the businessman who was drinking tea came over and bowed his fists first: "We three brothers are from the world, and we dare not forget the rules. We don't charge any money when passing by the martial arts passage. Those young men insisted on making things difficult for us, so they tied them up and taught us some lessons, and put them down as soon as they were dark..."

The three of them can establish power and dominate one side, and they have the ability to have eyesight.

The martial arts people never provoke or provoke officials. They only exploit common people and businessmen to death. Therefore, their business is getting bigger and bigger, and their wealth is getting more and more, and their reputations are not bad in the world.

But being polite is one thing. When you encounter a tough idea that is really coming to find fault, you still have to suppress it with all your strength, otherwise this bowl of rice will not be able to be eaten.

The second son of the merchant was bold and careful. Seeing that the monk was a little extraordinary, he waved his hand and several subordinates immediately called for someone.

The merchant fort is nearby, and the brigade of people will arrive in a moment. At that time, unless the experts on the ground are at the top, no one can make them bow their heads.

"Amitabha, I want to ask the donor to do some convenience and ruin this road."

The monk put his hands together.

"You monk, you are so angry. Without this entry, what should we eat?"

The merchant's dick shouted loudly and punched it out, hitting the monk's chest.

Bang!

It was like a heavy hammer hitting the cowhide, and the monk seemed to be fine. Shang Lao Er took several steps in a row, and a look of shock and doubt appeared on his face.

"This master..."

He was about to find a way to delay time when he suddenly saw a burst of smoke and dust in the distance.

Dingdeng!

With the sound of horse hooves, a large number of reinforcements from the Merchant Fort arrived.

"Haha, monk, I think how you die today?" Shang Laoer was overjoyed when he saw the reinforcements coming, and regained his arrogance.

"Amitabha, you donors are so angry. Please listen to me to tell you a Buddhist scripture?"

The monk sat cross-legged and began to recite a passage of scripture: "When you observe the free Buddha in the world, practice the deep Prajna Paramita, you will see that the five aggregates are empty..."

The melodious sound of chanting scriptures sounded.

Zhong Shenxiu's expression suddenly changed.

In his ears, the monk's murmur seemed to turn into iron hammers, constantly hitting his eardrums. The vague language gradually could not distinguish the true nature. Every scripture seemed to turn into small insects, insects with life kept drilling into his ears and stirring his internal strength...

"ah!"

A cavalry couldn't bear it and fell from his horse to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, constantly struggling, his face twisted and his expression was extremely painful.

This seemed to kick off a certain prelude. The merchants and knights were dismissed one by one, even if they covered their ears, they still could not separate the murmurs that seemed to come from hell.

"Master, we admit defeat, please quickly collect your magical powers!"

Finally, the boss of the businessman knew that he had provoked someone he could not provoke, so he quickly surrendered.

"Amitabha."

The monk preached the Buddha's name and ended his chanting of scriptures.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the civilians around him who seemed to be fine and suddenly understood: "This person's chanting scriptures only works for warriors with internal strength? No, rather than doing this, it is better to say that warriors who practice internal strength meet certain conditions, so they can hear sounds that normal people cannot hear?"

For example, those civilians only hear ordinary Buddhist scriptures, and they also have great compassion.

But to the warriors, they are cruel and terrible and evil.

"Haha... This master is such a powerful Buddhist sound wave qi."

A sudden cheer came from the crowd.
Chapter completed!