Fox Road Travel Notes

Although the monk was blinded, his intuition developed over the years in the dangerous world is very sharp.

Moreover, he has excellent hearing.

As soon as Chen Zican had the intention to kill, he was immediately alert.

Hearing the tip of the knife vibrating in the air, he spun around and kicked Chen Zican directly on the wrist holding the knife.

Even though nothing could be seen, the angle and timing of this kick were exquisite.

When he raised his feet, the vortex rolled up caused the dust on the ground to suddenly fly along with his body.

If this kick hits, Chen Zican's hand will probably be similar to a boneless chicken claw.

"Ah chirp——"

Suddenly, the monk let out an earth-shattering sneeze, and all the energy in his body immediately dissipated without a trace.

The moves also changed shape, and the tip of his toe passed over Chen Zican's tiger's mouth, leaving a red mark.

Chen Zican's hand was wrapped around his toes, and the tip of the knife was crooked, making a long bloody gash on the monk's right arm.

The monk sneezed and involuntarily inhaled more powder in his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, one sneeze followed another, and the sneeze was so sour that I couldn't even lift up any strength. I squatted on the ground and couldn't stand up.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Chen Zican was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and chopped off the big watermelon-like head in front of him with a sharp knife.

"call--"

A black object flew in from outside the door and hit the blade, causing mud particles to fly.

Chen Zican staggered back as if he had been hit head-on. The sword in his hand bounced back, his arm was numb, and the back of the sword almost hit his forehead.

"Tsk, tsk, how come the majestic Dongting Turtle King, the boy monk who has been so powerful in the two lakes for more than ten years, has become a dehydrated loach when he arrived on the Taihang Mountains, and has lost his prestige?"

Only then did Chen Zican see clearly that what had hit his blade just now was actually a flimsy rotten straw sandal.

The sound was lingering, as if coming from all directions at the same time, and a figure slowly walked to the door.

Chen Zican put on a mask and squinted his eyes.

Through the dust flying all over the room, I saw the man wearing a big bamboo hat and a short gray cloth robe.

He rolled up his trouser legs and was dressed like a farmer who had just returned from working in the fields. He was the farmer in the tea shed.

The upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the bamboo hat, only a wide mouth full of beards was exposed.

He crossed his arms and didn't even look at Chen Zican.

Still facing the monk who was squatting on the ground and sneezing, he said: "Monk Tong, we brothers from the Taihang Mountains, I will give you the fat sheep named Xi in exchange for your reputation as King Wu Long."

"I also agree to let you chase these two chicks."

"But now, look at you, you've lost yourself in the hands of these two little kids!"

"If I hadn't come to the rescue for the sake of my colleagues, you would have risked your life here today."

"Remember, Monk Tong, you owe me, Mr. Tian, ​​your life. I won't be polite about that robe!"

With an angry look on his face, the monk stood up suddenly and let out a series of uncontrollable sneezes. He leaned against the wall softly, his face covered with snot and tears.

I felt angry and anxious, and I couldn't express my pain.

He was so good at water skills that he could hold his breath and swim for more than a mile in the lake water for the time it took him to hold two sticks of incense.

In the area around the two lakes, he is a figure who can make all heroes bow their heads and children stop crying.

Just now, by accident, Chen Zican's face was covered with homemade sneeze eye powder.

Fearing that it was poison, he immediately closed his breath, gathered his mind, and suppressed the spicy and itchy feeling in his nose.

But in order to counter Chen Zican's fatal blow, he had to forcefully inhale to increase his strength, and immediately sucked all the powder into his trachea.

The behavior of sneezing is controlled by the sympathetic nervous system. Even if you are a god, you cannot control it yourself.

Moreover, the beating will leave the person out of breath and paralyzed.

"Haha, boy, what are you using to make the notorious Tong Monk cry like a baby?"

When the farmer saw the Tong Monk in such a mess, he joked, but in his heart he became more vigilant.

He reached out and fanned the tip of his nose: "Lime bag?"

Monk Tong didn't care about fighting with him. He coughed and sneezed while gasping, and said intermittently: "Spicy--spicy, Chinese medicine, medicine, taste..."

He knew that if an old boy named Tian Bugeng was killed here, he might not even be able to save his life.

Tian Bugeng held his breath and helped him exit the door.

He took off the water hyacinth from his waist and said, "Come on, Lao Tian will help you flush your eyes. I smell a lime smell."

"Hurry up and wash your hands. If your trick is broken, you will have to stay in the Dongting Water Village for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to play blindly again!"

Monk Tong felt very annoyed when he heard his sarcastic remarks, but he could not help but acknowledge his feelings.

He quickly raised his face, squatted on the ground and started washing it with water.

Chen Zican secretly complained in his heart.

He turned his back, took out six special two-kick kicks from his pocket, and stuffed them around his body.

He took out a few more medicine packets, put them in his sleeves, and blew the fire stick until it turned red...

The young monk outside felt much better and gasped, "Damn it, I, I'm not careful..."

He sneezed again: "No, it's okay, it's not poisonous..."

Seeing him like this, Tian Bugeng estimated that it would not take long for him to recover.

When the time comes, if you try to snatch that robe from yourself, you will cause more troubles.

He stood up, tied the gourd around his waist, and walked slowly to the door.

I saw the two boys and girls, their faces covered with cloth, huddled together in fear.

Shaking his head, he thought to himself, this child monk really has a false reputation!

An old man in the world actually falls for such a dirty trick as Lime Bao.

"Hey, the two dolls are pretty good. They took the things away under my eyes, Lao Tian. How clever!"

"If you are a friend on the road, you might as well tell me your name!"

Monk Tong sneezed: "He, he said he was - Zhou, Zhou - Dianxian's younger - disciple..."

Tian Bugeng was stunned and raised his head suddenly, revealing a bumpy face.

"What? Zhou Dianxian? Monk, are you drunk too much?"

"He can - he can do magic..."

"From the White Lotus Sect?"

Tian Bugeng stared at Chen Zican's hands with a pair of sharp eyes.

"I'm not afraid of sorcery!"

"If you dare to move your hand, I will chop it off! Can your powder still hurt me?"

He was approaching step by step, and Kou'er was trembling all over. Chen Zican took a deep breath slowly and adjusted his whole body to the best condition.

I saw him taking five steps in front of me, waving his hands continuously, and five or six medicine packets flew out like a cannon.

Tian Bugeng held his breath, swayed, and fell to the door.

He reached out and took off the bamboo hat from his head, throwing it out with a "hoo" sound.

"Fall down!"

The bamboo hat was spinning, making a strange whine, penetrating the powder in the medicine bag, and flying towards Chen Zican.

Kuan'er screamed "Young Master" and rushed over to block Chen Zican.

Chen Zican hugged her and turned around suddenly.

The robe on his back made a muffled sound.

His back felt as if he had been hit by a hammer. The shock made his internal organs very uncomfortable, his throat felt sweet, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, thanks to that gold, money can really save lives in critical moments!"

Tian Bugeng laughed loudly: "These two little mandarin ducks are very affectionate, boy, how do you feel?"

Before he could finish his words, people had already rushed to him.

Chen Zican gritted his teeth and waved two more medicine bags.

Tian Bugeng squinted his eyes, held his breath, and swung away all the medicine powder in the cloth bag that flew to his eyes with one palm, then used both hands to capture Chen Zican's wrist.

He suddenly advanced and then retreated, a series of movements like clouds and flowing water, incredibly fast, and he accurately predicted the angle of Chen Zican's possible counterattack.

When Chen Zican's wrists fell into his palm, he felt happy and surprised at the same time...