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Chapter 279 Bastard, Give Me Back My Ideal Painting Style

On the path leading to Lanruo Temple, the four of Xu Xian encountered a young monk who lost his name.

None of the five people used any magical powers, just walked towards the direction of Lanruo Temple step by step.

The morning sun is just right, the warm wind blows gently at the beginning of the day, and the warm sun shines on the body, making pedestrians feel lazy for a while.

After walking for another four or five miles, I just passed a small road that was blocked by mountains on both sides, leaving only a narrow mountain road.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from the hillsides on both sides, and amidst the rustling sound, a big bald man jumped out.

"Hey! I opened this mountain, and this tree. What's with this tree?"

The big man jumped out and stood in front of Xu Xian and the little monk. After shouting out a line of jargon in a loud and powerful voice, he suddenly got stuck there after shouting two words in the second sentence.

After being stuck twice, the big man seemed to realize the fact that his brain was not enough, and turned his head to look at the younger brother who had rushed down the hillside behind him.

"Master, I planted this tree."

Behind him a bandit with the appearance of a dog-headed soldier came forward and whispered something in the ear of the bald bandit.

"Yes, I planted this tree."

After finishing speaking, the bald man turned his head and continued to look at the dog-headed military division. The dog-headed military division looked at him with the same eyes, and the bald bandit stared back.

The dog-headed military division asked a question in his mind, "The master?"

Seeing that his military adviser didn't get his intentions, the head stared, "Then what?"

"Then?"

The dog-headed strategist was taken aback for a moment, didn't he get stuck just now when he co-authored his own master?
"The head of the family, if you want to live from now on, leave money to buy roads."

"Yes!" The chief turned his head and looked at Xu Xian and the five young monks.

"This mountain is mine, and this road is mine"

The bald bandit wanted to continue his lines, but was dragged back a few steps by the dog-headed military master, covering his face.

"The big master, I opened this mountain, and I carried this tree."

When he said this, the dog-headed army division looked ashamed to face others.

He couldn't help being a little skeptical, would he really be able to do anything good with such a master gangster?

The bald bandit blinked, "Then what did I just say?"

Dog-headed military division: "."

"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live on from now on, you will save money to buy roads."

Just when the two of them were still struggling with whether the bald bandit said something wrong, a serious voice sounded in their ears.

"Yes! This mountain is mine, this tree is mine, what is it?"

"do not care!"

The big man waved his hand, regardless of whether his official words were correct or not, whoever stipulated that bandits must be able to shout these things.

From today onwards, regardless of whether there is such a rule in Bandit, this rule has been changed!
The big man is obviously not the material to be a bandit, or his brain is not very bright, just four short sentences, repeated over and over again, but failed to get it right once.

After failing to pretend again, the big man seemed to give up the treatment, and waved his hand, looking at the five people in front of him, "Each of you leave ten taels of silver and you can leave."

The little monk looked at the bandit calmly, "Is this your first time being a bandit?"

Hearing this, the bald bandit scratched his head in embarrassment, "Yes, how do you know."

"Why do you do this?"

"It's not that the year is not good, and the family has no food left."

"Just you guys here to grab things?"

"At once"

Suddenly, the bald bandit realized that he seemed to be in a rhythm, and suddenly waved the long knife in his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, either hand over ten taels of silver each, or"

Having said that, the bald bandit got stuck again, turned his head to look at the dog-headed military division, "Military division, what should we do if they don't pay the money?"

"The head of the family, if you don't pay the money, you will be killed or buried!"

The big man's eyes widened suddenly, "Murder? They just don't give us money, why should we kill?"

"Big master, we don't really kill people, we just scare them."

"And what if they won't listen?"

"That"

Bang!
Before the dog-headed military division could reply, a sound of landslides and ground cracks exploded in the ears of the two of them.

Subconsciously, the two shrunk their necks, turned their heads to look, and saw that on the hillside beside them, at some point there appeared a big pit that could bury a group of their brothers into arhats.

Turning his head and looking forward again, he saw the young monk who was blocked by them on the road, calmly withdrawing his hand, as if the frightened dog-headed military commander almost lost control just now, was not caused by him.

"I can't even speak official Chinese, and I am like a bandit!"

The little monk withdrew his hands, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and looked calmly at the frightened bandits.

Hearing this, the bandits felt wronged.

Everyone has to have a first time, right?It is also the first time in their lives that they are bandits robbing the Dao. There must be an adaptation stage.

What's more, it's not like they don't know how to say it. Didn't their military adviser just say it right?
"That. I want to say that we will jump out to give you a surprise. Now that the surprise is over, we are going back to the mountain. Can you let us go back?"

Hearing the little monk's contempt, the bald bandit felt a little ashamed. Considering the little monk's combat power, the bald bandit felt his calf spin a bit.

Are their flesh and blood bodies as hard as the grass, trees, bamboo and rocks on the mountain?

Combining various factors, the bald man feels that at this moment, cowardice is definitely not a shameful thing.

The little monk looked at the bald man and smiled without saying a word.

"That... I want to say that we are acting, do you believe it?"

The little monk still smiled without saying a word.

"Haha, if it's okay, let's go first, excuse me!"

The bald bandit scratched his big bald head, which was shining brightly in the sun, before turning around and preparing to run away with his younger brothers.

Swish!
I didn't see any movement of the little monk, I didn't see any weapon on his body, just so abruptly, a long sword was placed on the neck of the bald bandit.

"Master! Master, spare your life!"

Facts have proved that the bald bandit has a heart completely different from his appearance. In the presence, facing this long sword, he is faster than anyone else.

Of course, there may also be a reason why this long sword was resting on his neck instead of others.

"When will I be able to speak the official language fluently, and when will I speak properly."

The little monk seemed to have a deep hatred for unprofessional people, with the long sword resting on the neck of the bald bandit, he said in a flat and unquestionable tone.

The bald man: "."

"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree."

"This tree is mine"

"."

"Stay to buy road money.

So, for the next period of time, such a special melody continued to sound on the narrow mountain path.

It wasn't until a long time later that the little monk nodded in satisfaction after checking that the last bandit had recited correctly, and arranged for a group of bandits to remove the rock he just knocked down from the mountain road. Walked over from this bandit stronghold.

After a while, the bald devil finally left, and the bald bandit heaved a long sigh of relief.

Turning around, seeing the faces of the younger brothers as if they had been rounded by a group, the bald bandit gritted his teeth, "Who hasn't failed before, it doesn't matter if the first business fails, come back tomorrow!"

Finally, after a looting by bandits, the five arrived at the destination of the trip—Lanruo Temple.

Standing in front of Lanruo Temple, looking at the dilapidated temple, the little monk was finally sure that the place he was looking for was this Lanruo Temple.

It's just that Lanruo Temple has been found, but so far, he has no idea why he went to Lanruo Temple and what he will do after arriving at Lanruo Temple.

Ignoring the young monk's cute look, standing in front of Lanruo Temple, Xu Xian felt a strong demonic aura drifting from Lanruo Temple.

Obviously, the thousand-year-old tree demon that Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing mentioned earlier should be behind Lanruo Temple.

"It's such a pleasure to have friends come from afar!"

Just as Xu Xian and the others were looking at Lanruo Temple, a loud voice came from the dilapidated Lanruo Temple.

"A Confucian?"

Hearing the voice, Xu Xian's first reaction was that there lived a Confucian scholar in Lanruo Temple.

However, when a certain door in Lanruo Temple was opened from the inside, revealing the true face of the person living inside, Xu Xian's face was full of entanglements.

With a full beard and unruly long hair, he was two meters tall, and he was a rough man.

Would such a person be a Confucian monk?
Confucianism is really suitable for both meat and vegetables, so there is no taboo!

"I heard magpies calling early in the morning, so it turned out that a nobleman came to the door.

We welcome fellow Taoists to visit us today, the humble house is really full of splendor! "

The bearded man came out of the room, bowed to several people, and said with a smile on his face that could scare a child to tears.

Xu Xian: "." Looking at a Confucian monk with a big beard like a chimpanzee chewing words in front of him, do you know how strong the sense of disobedience is?

He doesn't know about others, but anyway, he knows that the illusion of Confucianism in his heart is almost shattered at this moment.

"Poverty Taoist Yan Chixia, I don't know where all fellow Taoists are facing each other, and why are you here?"

As if ignoring Xu Xian's tangled expression, Yan Chixia walked up and asked a few people.

poor way?

When these two words came out, Xu Xian noticed that what the bearded man was wearing was indeed a Taoist robe that had been repaired countless times, and the patches had completely covered up the original style of the clothes.

It turned out to be a Taoist monk, not a Confucianist.

In this way, with such a style of painting, he would be more able to accept it in his heart!
Imagine in your mind a bear wearing a Taoist robe, flying on auspicious clouds, flying to the sky to hide from the ground, and flying a sword to take the first place of the enemy thousands of miles away.

Shouldn't Taoist monks be immortal?
This Daoist Yan's style of painting seems a little out of order!

At this moment, Xu Xian felt that not only Confucianism, but also the beautiful image of Taoism in his heart had been almost completely destroyed.

Asshole!Give me back my ideal painting style!
(End of this chapter)