The Chen family has a daughter to marry

Chapter 79:

Today's world situation has changed. The southern capital "Flowers, Willows and Greens" annexed the southern sects in one fell swoop, and finally put the hands and feet secretly on the table for many years. It didn't take long to cooperate with the Chongguimen to attack the north, cunning like a fox to bypass the strict defense arrangement The Su Yun River travels on land, unexpectedly eating Chongwu City, the northern gate.

The soldiers in the north who were scattered and temporarily assembled were far inferior to the well-prepared southern army. They lacked combat power and lacked the backbone to sit in command. times!

Kong has a passion for losing consecutive battles. The number of Nanren seems to be increasing instead of decreasing. They are steadily advancing layer by layer, and then cut off the supply line of the official road and battle road. elite.

In the past few days, there have been many battle reports, and the lightning attack of the Southerners, which was originally as fast as a tiger, suddenly stopped without warning. In the Shaolin Temple on the Songshan Mountain, the maps, letters, and newspapers on the table in the meeting hall seemed to be piled up to the ceiling, but they were arranged in an orderly manner. There was no disorder at all, the hall included monk Shi Xin, the acting abbot of Shaolin Temple, Cheng Qufeng and Wang Danxia, ​​disciples of Wudang who destroyed the sect, and many leaders of northern martial arts sects gathered in one place.

The monk Shixin sat on the futon with his back to the crowd, without eating, drinking, or speaking. The crowd closed their eyes, murmured, or frowned.

Right now, the elite warriors in the north have been besieged for half a month. The southerners built fortresses to encircle them without attacking to let them fend for themselves. What's more, tens of thousands of people came out of nowhere and surrounded them with a wall of flesh, intending to make the air rich The northern elite with high martial arts were trapped and starved to death.

The northerners outside couldn't break in, and the northerners inside couldn't escape. Several times of fighting inside and outside were fruitless. Faced with such a predicament, the northern warriors who boasted of being heroes were full of anger. will fall into such a situation.

"What should we do now? What should we do!?" A vigorous and impatient man yelled loudly outside the door: "These old bastards can't give orders, and they can't come up with a single idea. After so many days of discussion, there is no result. ! My elder brother is still trapped in the Su Canal!"

The turmoil in the hall suddenly became intense, and Cheng Qufeng, who had been drinking tea in silence and pretending to be calm, finally opened his mouth, got up and knelt down and cupped his fists respectfully towards the monk Shixin, saying: "Master, the life and death of thousands of people in the north of our country are all in our hands." On the front line, once the southerners are forced into the northern cold, there is no hope, master, Cheng Qufeng asked to lead a team of hundreds of people to help the brothers and sisters who were trapped in the Su Yunhe, and ask the master for permission."

All the warriors heard the words and couldn't help bowing together: "I beg for Master's approval!"

The emaciated monk Shixin trembled slightly, then waved his hands and asked the crowd, "Why do you need to ask the poor monk for his approval? The poor monk never agreed to appoint the so-called 'Leader'."

The monk has a weird temper, Cheng Qufeng was dumbfounded for a moment, and the junior sister Wang Danxia beside him called out loudly: "Master Shixin is highly respected, who else in Beihan can become our leader besides you—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the dry voice of the old monk: "Of course there are. Now there is no leader among the dragons. Why should we fight with others? Who dares to take the blame for the rise and fall of the North? I declare in advance, The poor monk is not willing."

The words are too straightforward, like tiny silver needles piercing the hearts of all the warriors, one wrong step, one wrong step, the current situation in the north is on the verge of collapse, and no one can sit securely in the position of "Leader" who is originally a sweet pastry. The fall of the north, not to mention that the new landlord Chun Guiyan who was "red in flowers and willows in green" was the first to kill him, even the descendants will have to be reviled by the northerners many times.

On the contrary, some impulsive people volunteered to take the position of leader, but at the same time, there were many self-righteous warriors who sneered at them, and there were few people who convinced them—these are naturally the reasons why the position of leader has not been settled for a long time.

Wang Danxia was anxious, and wanted to persuade Master Shixin, who is highly respected and most likely to convince everyone, but the skinny monk said calmly, "So, let's wait for someone."

Monks and Taoists have always loved to play charades, and everyone looked at each other speechlessly. At this moment, a little novice outside the door rushed into the room excitedly, wiping away tears and shouting happily: "Master, master! The abbot is back, the abbot is back!"

Almost crowded and pushed into the hall by many monks big and small, the fat monk who said "slow down, slow down" staggered like a living Maitreya and stood in front of the warriors. There was a sound of surprise, mixed with the sound of weapons falling For the first time, many arrogant and reckless people bowed their proud heads and knelt down to pay respects to Master Xuansheng, who is the second person in martial arts in the world today!

Xuansheng was originally a Shaolin monk, he sacrificed himself and begged for others not for fame and fortune, after he fended off the "ghost doctor", the devil who slaughtered the world, he went down the mountain to practice hard, I am afraid that many juniors don't know him.

However, the warriors who survived the massacre have tears in their eyes, not for anything else, but for this living Buddha to stand up again in times of crisis. Even if they can't turn the tide, they can regain their confidence and die without regret!

Wang Danxia, ​​who had been traveling with the fat monk, turned blue for a while, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

The silent Cheng Qufeng shook his head again and again, hesitantly sighed after being happy: "But with our current combat power, we are no match for the number of Nanren..."

Shaking his fat and breaking free from the crowd of monks and monks, Xuansheng smiled slightly at Wang Danxia, ​​waved his hands to ask everyone to stand up, and without much politeness, he took a map from the desk for pointers, and asked the key point: "The southerners besieged our elites and dispatched tens of thousands of men. Just think about where there are so many warriors in the south? ——If you don't figure out the key point and then act rashly, trying to win with the strong is like hitting a stone with an egg That's the real stupidity."

Although everyone couldn't answer, they looked at Monk Xuansheng full of expectation. The great monk smiled and said, "Well, let me give you a hint, why did the southerners massacre the city? What about the corpses of the people in the city after the massacre?—— Well, let me give you another reminder, 'Hua Hong Liu Lu' used to have a thaumaturgy that could control dead bodies to move freely..."

"Puppet Art!?"—I don't know who shouted these three words, and everyone in the hall gasped.

The monk Shixin finally turned around, his bony face was filled with anger: "Shaolin disciples obey the order and go with the poor monk to recite the mantra of the past life to save the wraith! The poor monk wants to kill the ghost who is holding the corpse!"

Monk Xuansheng nodded, and calculated with the orthodox Buddhist scriptures of Shaolin Temple to resist Liu Hongyan's puppet sorcery, but now the south is strong and the north is weak, once the soldiers are close to each other, it is estimated that they still cannot win, let alone how to deal with the devil Liu Hongyan, If you want to get out of this desperate situation, I'm afraid you have to...

Everyone thought that the living Buddha Xuansheng had broken the maze, and they were extremely happy, but only a few people were still frowning. Some people asked: "If I were from the south, I would disperse the warriors and hide them among the puppets to take advantage of it, but Once the puppet tactics are broken, these southern martial arts masters are still there. Although it is exposed that their deployment is scattered, the enemy is just as good. We are still invincible. Defeated and trapped, if there are another hundred elites at this time, they will be able to tear through the defense of the northerners, and encircle these beasts with the trapped brothers inside and outside!"

Suddenly a little novice broke into Xuansheng's arms, blinked his big eyes and smiled affectionately with the fat monk: "Abbot, abbot, why did you come with so many girls when you came back? Could it be that you persuaded me at the foot of the mountain?" Ass love debt?"

The heroes were stunned for a moment, Xuan Sheng's brows were stretched quietly, and the corners of his mouth finally revealed a happy smile. Then a strangely dressed sword-wielding woman dressed as a man opened the door, her slender figure was quite handsome with a long sword, her brows and eyes were indifferent and hidden, and she swept across the hall. Everyone clasped their fists indiscriminately, then suddenly lowered their postures, bowed respectfully to the Maitreya-like great monk: "Three hundred disciples of the Sword God Pavilion, come to help by the sword master's order, life and death are at the mercy of Master Xuansheng."

Back to life like a fish in water, the hall suddenly burst into cheers, and the past dissatisfaction with the Sword God Pavilion's superciliousness from all sects and sects has been forgotten, and there is still Monk Xuansheng in the crowd again and again. Looking at Beihan from the top of Songshan Mountain, the faint shadow of towering towers soaring into the sky, he said "Amitabha".

There was heavy snow in the northern cold, and the icy, snowy and windy place seemed even more lonely.

The chaos between the north and the south was dominated by the south's surprise, and the "sword god" Jun also sent all the fighting power in the pavilion to the wise Xuansheng monk, and he still lived in the attic without leaving home, as if It looks like a hands-off shopkeeper.

The fighting power in the cabinet was gone, and only a few sword-wielding servants and immature children remained, so some opportunistic Jianghu people began to take advantage of the fire and robbed them under the pretext of "begging you to do the same to resist the southern invasion" In vain trying to grab some weapons and sword manuals, but before entering the attic, they were pierced into holes by the invisible sword energy.

Thinking that the female sword god was in a bad mood, all the heroes didn't dare to provoke them and quietly dispersed, the snow-capped world seemed even more boring and lonely, but this day, the sword god in green clothes also walked down the attic in person, facing the cold weather for some reason. Wind closed his eyes and waited.

Jun Yiran's temper was quite weird, and the attendants took no notice of it and devoted themselves to their duties. After a long time, a blind woman in orange clothes and white hair came slowly from the south.

Jun Yiran opened his eyes and looked at the strange woman with a smile on his haughty face.

The snow-sweeping attendant watched curiously, and it was only when the blind woman came to the front that she realized that what she was holding in both hands was the precious "White Phoenix" of her own sword master.

"Thank you." The orange-clothed woman, who was also Chen Xiaobaa, returned the sword respectfully. Up to now, she has never figured out whether Jun Yiran's sword was intended to kill herself or save herself.

Jun Yiran didn't pick up the sword, but reached out with cold fingers to touch Chen Xiaobai's warm face, and asked, "Now that her soul is gone and all that's left is a wreck, so are you still willing to marry her?"

Chen Xiaobaa raised her head to meet Jun Yiran, her smile was like the warm sunshine melting the ice and snow.

Jun Yiran stopped talking, and took Chen Xiaobaa's palm to the attic.

On the top of the Sword God Pavilion, the woman in white looks like a Sleeping Beauty lying quietly on the bed, two pots of dirty wine are roasting on the small stove by the window sill, Chen Xiaobaa and Jun Yiran sit opposite each other in silence for a long time, Chen Xiaobaa Baa finally couldn't hold back and spoke first: "Why didn't you kill Liu Hongyan, sister Sima, and...kill me?"

Jun Yiran raised his sleeves and brought a jug of wine, filled the glasses for himself and the guests, smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Chen Xiaobaa was so angry that she let out a "puchi" laugh, tilted her head and asked again: "Do you like Bai Xianchen? If you say you like Bai Xianchen, why don't you hold her firmly in the palm of your hand and want to betroth her instead?" People? If you say you don't like her, how can you be willing to put on a look of death for her that you don't hesitate to be an enemy of the world?"

Jun Yiran drank with his head down, as if he had never heard Chen Xiaobaa's words, his eyes turned to the snow scene outside the window, staring blankly at the distant place.

Chen Xiaobaa pouted: "If you don't answer, I will kiss my daughter-in-law right now and see how long you can last."

Jun Yiran looked indifferent, instead of ignoring it, he sighed and asked: "Sima Lanhua regards the world and even the time as a chessboard, no matter who is a chess piece in her hands, you have traveled from the south to the north, and you have worked so hard. In the end, Lulu is just making a wedding dress for her, so why don't you complain?"

Chen Xiaobaa restrained her smile and said seriously, "Since it's exactly what I want, why should I complain?"

Jun Yiran nodded: "That's good, but I owe you too much."

Chen Xiaobaa smiled slyly and said, "Since I answered you, you should answer me too."

Jun Yiran turned his head back blankly, his handsome face looked extremely harmless to humans and animals.

Chen Xiaobaa was dumbfounded, secretly pinched the flesh of the bi-shirted woman's arm, beat her chest and complained that Jun Yiran was a downright black-bellied, natural one.

It was the two who were arguing and arguing. Not far away, a woman with a broken arm arrived late. She was wearing a pitch-black dress without any tulle to cover her face. The pair of bottomless eyes on her beautiful face suddenly lifted up and looked at her. Looking towards the top of the Sword God Pavilion seems to see through Chen Xiaobaa's soul.

Chen Xiaobaa, who knew her destiny, trembled all over her body, covered her heart with one hand and couldn't help panting, and hurriedly grabbed Jun Yiran's clothes with the other hand, and said tremblingly: "Don't go..."—the voice was almost pleading.

Is Sima Lanhua really human?Chen Xiaobaa didn't know.

The closer Sima Lanhua got, the harder it was for Chen Xiaobaa to see her face clearly. The moment she raised her head, her whole figure had turned into a ferocious beast—it was not an ordinary beast, it was a hellish ghost !

Jun Yiran raised his hand and stroked Chen Xiaobaa's head, and said meaningfully: "I'll leave this to you."

Immediately, it flew out of the window, and thousands of swords gathered behind Tianji Sword God Pavilion like locusts.

Jun Yiran was not there, some little girls who had grown up under the hands of their own sword master rushed into the house, intending to squeeze to the window sill next to Chen Xiaobaa, and opened their eyes wide to see Jun Yiran's fairy demeanor.

Chen Xiaobaa took deep breaths again and again, her smile was suddenly very gentle, she casually stretched out her hand out of the window and grabbed a flying sword to play with, and then cut off his head with the horizontal sword when the servants of the Sword God Pavilion gathered!

Blood splattered and screams were everywhere, and all the servants regarded the inexplicably rebellious Chen Xiaobaa as a jackal, loyally intending to take away his "teacher wife", but was cut off in one fell swoop by his vicious methods...