Chapter 284

By the Jialong River, the edge of the deserted and uninhabited stone hill.

Bored Wei Qiantang squatted on a stone, holding the broken sword in his hand, waving it listlessly, swearing and muttering.

Song Xinji said that he would take a shit, but he left Wei Qiantang here for half an hour. It's not easy to leave, and it's boring to keep it.

The key is that the guy also said that he was afraid of being accompanied by others when he took a shit. If Wei Qiantang dares to find himself without permission, he will clean him up when he comes back.

Just because of this, Wei Qiantang, who is extremely bored, has not known how many times to scold the slovenly guy, but he just scolds him. Wei Qiantang is still waiting here. After all, Wei Qiantang is not stupid. He knows that it's not easy to meet a sword mender. The key is that he is willing to teach himself how to practice his sword. Not everyone can meet this great chance.

Waiting for boredom, Wei Qiantang simply lay on the stone and looked up at the sky, thinking about song Xinji's hand and combing his thoughts in his mind.

Just then, a black spot appeared in the sky.

Wei Qiantang didn't care about it. He thought he was blinded by his sword practice. But after a while, the black spot became bigger and bigger, and finally a human figure appeared.

Seeing this, Wei Qiantang was shocked. He got up in a hurry and looked up at the sky. He was shocked.

Is it hard to meet a fairy? Or the best?

No, why is this man so like song Xinji?

When the shadow got closer and closer, Wei Qiantang jumped off the stone in a hurry and began to think about running in the distance. While swearing, he said, "it's really song Xinji

The figure in the sky is song Xinji, a slovenly man who said he was going to take a shit.

It's just that this guy didn't fly down. It seems that he was unstable, so he smashed down and went straight to Wei Qiantang's previous direction.

Wei Qiantang, regardless of his manners, rushed to the top of the hill in the distance. Then he gasped and looked up at the sky.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the figure falling from the sky directly smashed on the ground, directly smashed the huge stone squatted by Qiantang, the avant-garde, to pieces, and the whole person was inlaid on the ground, raising huge dust.

Wei Qiantang immediately jumped up with fear, thinking that this guy would not be smashed into mud, right?

However, without waiting for Wei Qiantang to come forward to check, song Xinji staggered up in the dust and patted the dust on his body without any damage.

However, song Xinji didn't pay attention to Wei Qiantang in the distance. Instead, he looked up at the sky and jumped to scold.

"What a great Buddha? Can't you just play? Do you have another one? "

"I just don't have a weapon to take advantage of, otherwise I will beat you so hard that you can't find where the West sky is!"

Song Xinji jumped and scolded, while Wei Qiantang in the distance twitched and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

But in the sky, suddenly filled with a burst of piercing light, slowly surging up.

Rao thought that Wei Qiantang, who had seen the world, was shocked. Which one is this?

However, after seeing this scene, song Xinji, who had been swearing, suddenly lost his temper. On one side of his face, he grinned flatteringly, looked up at the sky and said in a loud voice: "you're kidding, you're kidding. I'm convinced that I lost this fight. When I see a Buddhist disciple later, I'm sure I'll make a detour. You have many things to do. Please do your work first. Don't delay your business

As soon as the words came out, the white light in the sky gradually disappeared.

This time, song Xinji did not dare to talk in vain, just sighed and sat down on the ground, with a solemn and stirring look on his face.

Wei Qiantang, who looks at this scene from the beginning to the end, is silly. He can't understand why song Xinji did it, but he can probably guess that this guy was beaten by others, and he was beaten directly from the sky. Otherwise, the guy who likes to boast is so flattering.

Song Xinji, who calmed his mood a little, seemed to think of something. He turned his head quickly and saw Wei Qiantang, who was not far away. He rolled his eyes and said: "what a fart! Practice your sword

Wei Qiantang, who originally wanted to offer some words of comfort, was annoyed and didn't have a good way: "practice fart, you've been beaten. Don't you get it back? "

Song Xinji said with white eyes: "little doll, you know a fart. There are some fairs. It doesn't mean you can find them. Maybe the whole world has changed. "

Wei Qiantang had heard too many people boasting, so he didn't care. He just walked slowly to song Xinji and muttered, "if you can't beat it, you can't beat it. You can find so many reasons for yourself."

This time, song Xinji is not angry, just nodded, sighed: "it's really hard to fight."

Wei Qiantang immediately felt incredible and said, "isn't that your temperament? Have you been beaten out of your mind? "

Song Xinji picked up a stone and smashed it directly on Wei Qiantang's head. He said, "sometimes, to admit one's own shortcomings is the beginning of real strength. You know a fart."

Wei Qiantang, who was hit in the head by a stone, was in pain. He gritted his teeth and took the broken sword in his hand. He wanted to fight with song Xinji. Unfortunately, in the end, he was only beaten.

On the Chongnan post road, the sword array composed of dozens of simple swords disappeared in an instant.

Su Chunsheng has completely passed out, but the woman's sword spirit is sitting beside Su Chunsheng all the time, patting Su Chunsheng's back and instilling Qi into Su Chunsheng's body.

Not far away, the middle-aged monk who urged the Qi Xiaotian didn't stop. He just slowly moved forward and gradually closed the Qi. The originally large-scale Qi Xiaotian also shrank in an instant. At last, only the sword spirit around Su Chunsheng was still shrouded in Qi.

The sword spirit in white looked up at the middle-aged monk with a slightly helpless look, nodded gently, and said, "thank you for your help."

The middle-aged monk shook his head and sighed: "the cause and effect cycle, Mr. Su's life should not be cut off. I just did what I should do."

The sword spirit in white no longer spoke. He just looked at Su Chunsheng with a little worry and said, "I just don't know if he can resist."

The monk sighed and stopped talking.

Obviously, even the monk in front of him still can't guarantee whether Su Chunsheng can live.

In the distance, a breeze came.

Then, a virtual figure gradually appeared. It was a young monk with a faint smile. Standing on the side of the middle-aged monk, he said in a soft voice: "lucky man has his own appearance. Mr. Su will be OK."

Seeing this scene, Rao Shi, who had seen something too mysterious, was stunned on the spot.

Monk shuran!

The reincarnated Buddha who can't open the door of heaven because of his purple clothes!