Chapter 54

What a Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue. His Zen stick is waving like a green dragon. It is powerful and heavy. He is afraid that tens of thousands of kilograms of strength will die if rubbed and hurt if touched. If he didn't have no intention to kill, I'm afraid that one of the two internal experts would be smashed by him.

Deng Yuanjue glanced at Chen ang and his party and snorted coldly. He heavily inserted the Zen stick into the ground. The gravel ground on the official road was very solid when trodden by horses, but it was as deep as tofu. If it were not for his excellent internal Xuangong, he would never have been so smokeless and angry.

"You guys are sneaky and mean. I'd like to ask you what's the matter with coming to muzhou?" Deng Yuanjue tried the martial arts of two internal experts. Although they are far inferior to him, they are also first-class experts in the Jianghu. Muzhou is the stronghold of Ming religion. When he saw that Chen ang and his party have extraordinary martial arts, he became alert instinctively.

Huang Chang snorted coldly. Obviously, he couldn't bear to see Deng Yuanjue's territorial style. He immediately said, "I don't know when there will be a small imperial court in muzhou. Is it the royal land of the Song Dynasty in the world? When will we have to explain to you when we are free to come and go? Are you an official or a imperial court?"

When Deng Yuanjue heard this, a pair of leopards opened their eyes and shouted angrily, "OK! It's the running dog of the imperial court. You can eat a staff first!" then he pulled up his Zen staff and shook off a staff flower in the air. The broken stones at the head of the staff shot out one after another and hit the trees, shaking the trees rustling with fallen leaves. At the place where the shadow of the staff was waved, there was a thunderbolt like explosion in the air.

At this time, the old man on the horse suddenly coughed violently. His face was purple and red. He struggled to breathe. His thin and bent body trembled violently, and his gray hair hung down his face powerlessly.

When Deng Yuanjue heard the old man's painful voice, his violent movements suddenly froze. He hesitated to put down the Zen stick in his hand. Ignoring that Huang Shang was still on the side, he put the refined steel Zen stick beside him and carefully picked up the old man to help him. The ferocious face was very soft and light at this time, brushing the saliva from the corners of the mouth for the old man.

Huang Chang had already transported his internal power to his palms. He couldn't help but loosen his momentum. He calmly walked aside, turned his back to Deng Yuanjue, and refused to take advantage of him. One of them focused on taking care of the old man, and the other turned a blind eye to the other. He was a magnanimous person.

Deng Yuanjue spared no effort to calm the old man's breath. After doing so many times, he made the old man look better. Seeing that the old man's breath was a little gentle, he hurried to mention the Zen staff and said to Huang Shang, "I still have something to do. Even if I lose this time, I'll be a magnanimous man depending on your behavior. Although you used to be, Mingjiao will never be difficult with you."

"Why do I need you to let me?" Huang Chang brushed his sleeve and said, "my behavior is my own cultivation. What does it have to do with others and you? It's still life and death when I meet again. You're really insulting me."

Deng Yuanjue didn't say a word. He was about to run quickly with the old man on his back. Huang Chang shouted to him, "take the horse! The old man is so hot that I can't ignore it. Besides, there are some summer medicine here. Take it quickly."

Huang Chang saw his face hesitated and said with a sneer, "do you think my official is kind to you? No, all the people of the great Song Dynasty are my parents and relatives. You have your filial piety and I have my responsibility. When I meet in the future, I will cut off your anti thief head first!"

Deng Yuanjue was furious when he heard the speech: "what a running dog of the imperial court. Who cuts whose head? It's still two words! The sabre of the family has long been sharpened. If you hadn't done evil by the imperial court, you would have forced salt households to boil salt. How could the old man be so hot?"

"I've cut off the head of the salt officer, and there's a lot of you!"

But he caught the medicine bottle thrown by Huang Chang, twisted it under his nose and smelled it. He smeared it on the nose of the old man. Huang Chang listened to his scolding and his face turned red with anger. He also heard of evil officials in the court. Although he was angry at Deng Yuanjue's killing of officials and rebellion, he still endured his dissatisfaction.

Deng Yuanjue can be an old man who has never met. He spends a lot of energy, runs away from others for hundreds of miles in dog days, and even kills officials and rebels, leaving his family and life behind. Obviously, he is a hero. If Qiao Feng sees it, he is afraid to take him to drink three jars of wine, but in the eyes of scholars like Huang Shang, his mood is extremely contradictory.

On the one hand, I admire their pride, on the other hand, I am angry that they are lawless.

Chen ang was totally indifferent to Wang FA. He also liked Deng Yuanjue, a market hero. He sorted out an open space, untied his cloak, spread it on the ground, and said to Deng Yuanjue, "I'm a doctor. Help the old man."

When Deng Yuanjue saw the dense silver needles in his waist box, he believed it in his heart and frankly supported the old man. The old man's forehead was full of sweat and his body trembled. Chen ang pinched his pulse and found that the old man's body was in deficit and his energy was leaking. He was hanging only by Deng Yuanjue's internal power.

"Fortunately, you didn't give up. If you don't help him, he will die if you can't get to muzhou!" Chen ang twisted a silver needle and disappeared into the old man's spirit. His left hand was like playing a lute, twisting, playing, brushing and stabbing, quickly turning into an illusion and brushing the silver needle.

A hot Qi was forced out and turned into a white mist. It rose slowly from the old man's spirit. Chen ang kept his right hand and his internal power was on the old man's many acupoints. The gentle Qi of the synopsis of the Golden Chamber reconciled Yin and Yang and calmed the old man's unbalanced breath.

Does the old man feel his chest? The sultry air dissipates, and the heat blows out. He is warm and comfortable all over. Once the heart is dull and hot for days, he is relaxed and sleeps deeply.

Deng Yuanjue breathed a sigh of relief and shook his body twice. It was obvious that his experience had consumed him too much. He forced his spirit and complained secretly. The martial arts of the two people in front of him were mysterious and unpredictable. They were both his great enemies in life. In their heyday, we still have to deal with them carefully. Now that his essence is exhausted, isn't it a sheep into the mouth of the tiger?

It doesn't matter if you break yourself, but these two people have a bad intention and the brothers of the sect are not on guard, which is very bad.

At this time, I suddenly heard a whistling sound in the distance. A man in coarse cloth, carrying a treasure knife and galloping with a horse, saw someone here from a distance. The man reined in his horse and looked away, drank and asked, "is there the great monk Deng Yuanjue? King Baoguang?"

When Deng Yuanjue heard his call, he was overjoyed and said in a loud voice, "I'm here from the Dharma king in the south!" he took a breath of Dantian, and his voice was as high as a thunderbolt. A vibrato was introduced into Shi Baoer's ears with the secret of Ming religion.

"Monk Deng, don't worry, I'll come right now!" Shi Bao shouted, patted the horse, sat down and jumped up. Chen ang looked at him like a healthy leopard, and stood next to Deng Yuanjue, holding a steel knife, guarding Chen ang and others.

He was very different from Deng Yuanjue, and his eyes were even more angry. Although he was dressed in coarse cloth, he could see that there were fine silk underwear inside, which was completely inconsistent with Deng Yuanjue's style of wrapping himself in linen. When he swept the old man lying on the ground, he couldn't hide the pride of the people in the Wulin.

"Who are you? Dare to come to the place under the jurisdiction of the Ming religion, but don't report it." Shi Bao glanced at Chen ang and sneered.

This picture of the earth overlord's style, not to mention the cold eyes of the Dragon guards, even Deng Yuanjue frowned. He folded his hands and said in a good voice, "King Shi Fa, let's talk about it in the past!" motioned Shi Bao to leave here.

Shi Bao's face was gloomy. It was hard to sweep Deng Yuanjue's face. He just stared at Chen ang and turned to go. He laughed and boasted to Deng Yuanjue, "the king of Baoguang is in Chun'an. Well done! Ha ha! The thief with his blade is really happy."

"The dog officer who killed his mother is our good brother of Mingjiao!" he laughed up and was very proud. Deng Yuanjue secretly said that he was not good, and his face changed miserably. Sure enough, a clear voice came from behind them.

"Who gave you so much courage?" Chen ang took his hand and walked out of them leisurely. There was only a blink between the front and the back. He smiled and said: "my official, governor of the great Song Dynasty, Si Du and the forbidden army in front of the hall. I want to ask you, you are living well. Why do you want to die?"

Shi Bao snorted coldly, lifted the long knife obliquely, and stared at Chen ang with a pair of Yin dove eyes. The way Chen ang appeared was too strange. It was clear that the voice was still behind his ears just now, but now people appeared in front of him. Chen Ang's negative hand was there, and his breath was as one. Under the lock of Shi Bao's long knife, he could not feel his half flaw at all.

Chen ang stood there, as natural as the breeze and the moon. Under the lock of killing intention, it was like a void. Obviously, it was there, but people couldn't detect any abnormal breath. Deng Yuanjue couldn't help raising a trace of cool air on his back.

He thought he had overestimated the young man. Unexpectedly, instead of overestimating, he far despised his terrible. Now he was on the line. He only had a hard scalp and said, "the road is facing the sky. Let's go on one side. We Mingjiao and government wells don't offend the river. Please make way."

Chen ang glanced at him lightly and said indifferently:

”What is the ability of the Ming religion to keep away from the river with the well water of the imperial court? In other words, why should you let me worry? The land of the great Song Dynasty and the people of the Great Han Dynasty, when is it the Ming religion's turn to decide? "

He glanced at the mark of Ming Zun on Deng Yuanjue and Shi Bao, and said coldly, "the law is the only rule on the song soil, and the imperial court is the only testimonies. The Ming religion is crazy and arrogant, and it is a great traitor to replace the law with the religious law. Now, the Si Du in front of the hall forbids the army, follows the national law, outlaws the cult, and finds out the lawlessness..."

"With the mighty power of heaven, wash away the turbid and clear."

Chen ang smiled inexplicably. Looking at the two on guard, he said calmly: "killing officials, rebelling, secession and becoming king is nothing more than feeling that the imperial court is cowardly, the government is submissive and calm down. Now we're here!"

"You Mingjiao, are you ready?"