Da Bong fights more people

Xu Qi'an's expression froze, ashamed of being caught by the boss on the spot, but he quickly recovered and shrugged:

"I won the trust of Duke Wei in order to get more information and enrich the intelligence system of our Tiandihui. The starting point is a good one. Why doesn't the Taoist priest speak?"

"Too shameless, I don't want to talk." The big gray cat sneered, "You are quite suitable for an official career."

"But Wei Yuan said that I can't be in the officialdom."

"Although it is shameless, the bottom line is still there, and it is easy to suffer." Daoist Jin Lian commented.

"Suddenly remembered something. When the national teacher saw me, he also noticed that I was special. He asked me the horoscope of my birthday, but he didn't calculate it." Xu Qi'an said helplessly.

The orange cat pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you think?"

Xu Qi'an thought for a moment: "My special one is on the right (please refer to this chapter here)."

Orange cat: ""

Xu Qi'an rode on the filly and walked in front with a rattling sound, followed by a group of golden and silver gongs.

The big gray cat squatted on his shoulder, pointing the way.

After walking for two sticks of incense, it suddenly said: "Stop, is that small courtyard in front of you? The breath of the fragments of the book from the ground is there."

Xu Qi'an reined in the horse's reins, and the golden and silver gongs behind him simultaneously reined in, and the large army stopped.

He gestured behind him and pointed to the small courtyard ahead.

The ten golden gongs looked at each other silently, and disappeared on the horseback tacitly. Their figures appeared in different directions in the small courtyard, blocking the possible direction of escape.

The silver gongs are surrounded by an outer circle.

Xu Qi waited quietly for a while, and found that the Jingongs did not do anything, but looked at the yard frowning.

what happened?Ran away?

He jumped onto the roof of the house next door, from which he could see the small courtyard.

In a small courtyard, two willow trees were planted. In the courtyard, two monks were sitting cross-legged, one of them clasped his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

One was wearing a black robe, with his head bowed, silently.

It was brothers Henghui and Hengyuan.

what happened?Xu Qi'an glanced at the big gray cat on his shoulder, and found that it also had the same doubts in its eyes.

"Go and have a look." The big gray cat urged Xu Qi'an with a small head and great doubts.

At this time, he saw Yang Yan leaning over with a gun in his hands.

"You guys are one step late, he has already gone to bliss." Heng Yuan's voice was hollow, neither happy nor sad.But great sorrow and great mourning.

died?This result caught Xu Qi'an off guard, and subconsciously felt that it was a conspiracy, an illusion, and delaying time.

Yang Yan picked up Henghui's hood with the tip of his gun, it was a gray face, eyes closed, lifeless.

Yang Yan nodded slightly towards the golden gongs, confirming that Heng Hui was dead.

"Between me and death, he chose the latter, and was seized by the devil's hand." Heng Yuan recited a dharma name in a low voice.

"Yang Yan, take a look at his right arm." Jiang Lvzhong said in a deep voice.

Yang Yan shook the tip of the gun, the air machine shredded the black robe, Heng Hui's right arm was empty, and the magic hand was nowhere to be seen.

Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank, and he looked around vigilantly, feeling that the surroundings were no longer safe, and there were many crises.

Yin Gong, who witnessed this scene, did the same. He drew out his knife instantly and was alert to the pedestrians around him.

"It's already gone." Monk Hengyuan said in a deep voice, "I'll stay here and wait for you."

Six is ​​sure we will come?Yes, Daoist Jin Lian can sense the fragments of the book from the ground, so he was waiting for Xu Qi'an to come to his senses.

"Monk, what do you want to say?" Nangong Qianrou pressed the knife with one hand, still not letting down her vigilance.

"He didn't give up revenge, he just handed over the burden to me." Heng Yuan said in a low voice:

"I want to tell you a story that happened a year ago."

S: Ask for a monthly pass!It's been a long time since I asked for a monthly pass, my lords.

Chapter 148 Story ([-])

Xu Qi'an's mood changed from disappointment to excitement about the story a year ago. There is no doubt that Hengyuan's so-called story is mostly the story of Henghui and Princess Pingyang.

What happened to the two is the key to unraveling the Sangbo case.So far, the Yaozu has not shown up, only one Henghui made waves by relying on the sealed item, which makes people ponder, what exactly do the remnants of the Wanyao Kingdom want to do?

sabotage?So far, there is only one case of extermination in Pingyuanbo's mansion, which has a great impact, but the actual damage is not great.And Henghui can completely kill the Quartet recklessly and bring heavy casualties to the capital.But he didn't do that.

Sealed item?If the target was only a sealed item, then Heng Hui would have left the capital long ago.

"The case between Monk Henghui and the princess of Pingyang has already overwhelmed the case of Sangbo. I always feel that the people behind it are deliberately exposing Henghui to the sun."

Yang Yan tapped the tip of the gun lightly, and the air machine shredded the sleeves of Monk Hengyuan. A pair of muscular arms contained powerful strength, but they were by no means monsters.

"Heng Hui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. The survivors are only walking corpses. He has been freed. This is not a conspiracy." Heng Yuan looked at his junior brother who was close at hand, and there seemed to be dark clouds gathering in his eyes .

In an instant, the clouds in Hengyuan's eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a torrential rain.

Heng Hui was sent to Qinglong Temple by his parents when he was six years old. He was a child with aura in his eyes, and he was immediately spotted by the abbot, Panshu, as a disciple.

Henghui's enlightenment was completed when his senior brother Heng Yuan sat down. This burly senior brother with a bitter appearance and deep hatred taught him to read and write, taught him to meditate and chant scriptures, and at the same time taught him the principles of life.

He respects and loves this brother like a father.

Years passed in a blink of an eye, and the clever little monk grew into a handsome monk with delicate features.He originally thought that he would spend the fleeting years with the ancient Buddha's green lamp just like his master and senior brothers.

Until one day, he met a girl

It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream, and saw a handkerchief falling down the stream. He picked it up subconsciously, and a clear voice like an oriole came to his ears:

"Master, that is my handkerchief, can you return it to me?"

Heng Hui raised her eyes and saw a slim woman standing beside the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a long lotus-colored dress and combed the long hair of a young girl who had never left the pavilion. Eye.

"The female benefactor is a pilgrim in the temple?"

"Why, I said I'm not a pilgrim, so you're not going to return my handkerchief." She pinched her waist, pretending to be coquettish.

"No, no, I just feel that the female benefactor is unfamiliar." He explained and offered the handkerchief with both hands.