Boom!

A flash of lightning lit up, and then the sound of rolling thunder floated from the sky.

Hurry!

A heavy rain fell on the top of Dita Peak.

In the misty water vapor, Gu Shaoshang looked indifferently at Fan Qinghui who was kneeling on the ground, and the resentful disciples of Cihang Jingzhai around him.

Gu Shaoshun had no disgust for Buddhism.

If he was not the emperor, he would not care how these nuns were making trouble.

But the position is different. When the Sui Dynasty was already considered a thing in its pocket by Gu Shaoshu, he still dared to come out and stir up trouble.

Gu Shao’s injury will naturally not be spared easily.

"From now on, Cihang Jingzhai will be disbanded, and all the nuns will be disbanded and will be sent to the palace to be palace maids."

Gu Shao was injured and his hands were undone, looking down at Fan Qinghui: "Do you have something to say?"

"Qinghui obeys Mr. Gu's arrangements."

Fan Qinghui raised her head, and the eyebrows were filled with gloom.

Unexpectedly, Cihang Jingzhai disappeared on the first day she succeeded her master.

"Master of Zhai!"

A group of Jingzhai disciples spoke out, looking at Gu Shaoshen with anger.

"As a palace maid, you naturally don't need any advanced martial arts."

Gu Shaoshang ignored the angry eyes of the disciples around him and said lightly: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Qinghui understands."

Fan Qinghui calmed down her face and replied faintly.

"Get up."

Gu Shaoshu turned around and walked back into the wind and rain, a faint sound drifting in the wind and rain:

"I will go to Daxing afterwards, and someone will arrange for you to wait."

"Jingzhai!"

Fan Qinghui stood up, looked at Gu Shaoshen’s back as he was wet, and sighed in his heart.

"Master of Zhai!"

A group of Jingzhai disciples surrounded him, and their faces were pale and dim.

"Senior sister! What should we do?"

A young woman in a blue shirt and peerless appearance walked up to Fan Qinghui and asked.

"Xiuxin, go find Shi Zhixuan by yourself. He is the celebrity in front of Yang Guang, and I believe he can protect you."

Fan Qinghui glanced at the woman in front of her and said with a complicated expression: "There is only one chance. If it goes against his will, I, Jingzhai, will have no hope."

"Maybe there is no chance."

Bi Xiuxin frowned slightly and said softly: "If you are Yang Guang's concubine, Buddhism will have a glimmer of hope."

"Amitabha."

Fan Qinghui had not answered Bi Xiuxin, and clasped her hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Looking around the disciples of Jingzhai in the hazy words, he said calmly: "You can prepare for it, and follow me down the mountain later and go to Daxing."

“Yes, the master.”

All the disciples of Jingzhai bowed and responded.

Even though they were so angry that they knew in their hearts that the general situation of Buddhism was hopeless, even if they escaped, they would escape by chance that they would escape the terrifying black-robed boy.

I also have to spend the second half of my life in fear and escape.

Until all the disciples dispersed, Fan Qinghui and Bi Xiuxin stood in the heavy rain, silent.

"This time, good fortune and fortune are unpredictable. I hope my senior sister is careful."

After a long time, Bi Xiuxin sighed: "If I had known today, why would I have to stir up the tiger's beard?"

"Things in the world are impermanent, who has ever known that there is such a master around Yang Guang."

Fan Qinghui's eyes were vague, and an inexplicable look appeared on her beautiful face: "Yang Guang."

"master!"

At this time, a crisp childish voice came.

At the gate of Jingzhai, a girl about four or five years old walked in the rain and hugged Fan Qinghui's thighs.

"Fei Xuan."

Fan Qinghui leaned over and picked up the girl, and the rain passed through her face, showing her face and smiling beautifully.

He said to the girl: "Will the master take you down the mountain to play?"

"Master, don't cry."

The girl stretched out her fleshy little hand and wiped it on Fan Qinghui's face.

"Silly girl!"

Fan Qinghui's slender fingers tapped her forehead and laughed and scolded.

.........

Huh!

As the wind roared, Gu Shaoshang and Xiang Yutian came down from Dita Peak one by one.

"It's a pity that Cihang Jingzhai has no master."

Gu Shaoshen shook his head.

I thought that some hidden masters would pop up when I met Cihang Jingzhai, but I never thought that there were only three masters.

"With Cihang Jingzhai's strength, it has surpassed Jingnian Zen Temple and is the top force in the martial arts world today."

Xiang Yutian glanced at Gu Shaoshen and said speechlessly: "Cihang Jingzhai's "Sword Book" itself has flaws. Once you step on the Grand Master, you can only be shut down. Therefore, there is no master at the level of Grand Master."

In today's martial arts world, the master warriors can take charge, which is already the strongest level in the world.

How many masters are there?

Even under the oppression of Gu Shaoshu, Song Que's talent could only reach the level of a great master.

Gu Shaoshu smiled in silence. After coming to the Tang Dynasty, no one he fought against was lower than the Grandmaster level.

"You're leaving like this, aren't you afraid that these nuns will run away?"

Xiang Yutian understood that for monsters like Gu Shaoshu, the grandmaster did not take it seriously. In his opinion, the grandmaster was really not a master.

"I will climb to the Emperor's Peak this time. There will be no force in the world who dares to accept them. Fan Qinghui is a smart person, so he naturally understands this truth."

Mr. Gu's voice was dull and he didn't care.

Except for the four great saint monks who were defeated by him in one battle, no one in Buddhism was taken seriously by him.

Of course, he would not take Cihang Jingzhai as a group of nuns seriously.

If you are in a good mood, stay and don’t know what to do, just crush it to death!

Huh!

After Gu Shaoshen said that, he took a little under his feet, and a white mark was drawn from the whistling wind and rain, and headed towards the foot of the mountain:

"Let's go, do you want to keep getting wet in the rain?"

Although he is not afraid of wind and rain, what's the point of being in this bleak mountain?

"It's a pity that the inheritance of Dini was cut off."

Xiang Yutian looked back at Cihang Jingzhai on the top of Dita Peak, feeling a little regretful.

Then, the true energy trembled and he followed Gu Shaoshen and left.

......

The summer wind and rain come and go quickly. Gu Shao hurt the two of them and got off the Dita Peak, and the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the scorching sun hangs high.

A rainbow spans the sky, beautiful.

Then the two of them walked forward, without any rush or slow down, and ten days later, they arrived on the prairie.

Huh!

The summer wind blows by, setting off waves of green waves on the endless grassland.

Gu Shao was injured and stopped the horse and watched the waves of grass rolling in the breeze.
To be continued...