Chapter 364 Who am I?
The night is getting darker and the full moon is hanging high. In Zhiyuan City, two figures are walking through the bustling crowd one after another.
The man walking in front was a man in green clothes, carrying a heavy long knife behind his back. This man was not only unshaven and decadent in appearance, but also a complete drunkard.
This can be seen from the way he walks with unsteady steps, as if he might get drunk at any time. But even so, he would take off the wine gourd from his waist from time to time, and then look up and take a swig.
The man walking behind was a man in black. This man was carrying a long strip of cloth on his back. There was a long and narrow scar on his left eye running through his cheek. He was the same man as Liang Yan. Dumb after separation!
He followed the swordsman in green in front of him all the way. This man didn't seem to notice it. He was drinking and walking on the road, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.
However, Ah-Dai seemed to be wary of this person. He never got too close, and kept the farthest distance behind him. The two of them walked in tandem and arrived at the north gate of Zhiyuan City in a short time.
Because Zhiyuan City is under the jurisdiction of monks, there is no curfew on weekdays, so it is very common for people to come in and out at night. The leading soldier smelled the alcohol smell of the swordsman in green and frowned before ordering his men to let him go. As for Dumb, there was no hindrance.
The swordsman in green clothes came out of the city gate, and his pace suddenly changed, and he suddenly moved forward like a rabbit. Seeing this, Ah-Dai also used the Qing Kung Fu of "Three Folds of Cloud Dragon" and followed the swordsman in green from a distance, heading all the way to the wilderness in the north.
Not long after, the two of them came to a dense forest. The swordsman in green used Qinggong to walk on the top of the trees in the dense forest as if he were walking on waves at an extremely fast speed. Duan, on the other hand, was like an ape, using the "Cloud Dragon Three-fold" movement technique to swing several feet away under the dense forest using branches.
In order to avoid being noticed by this person, Dui never dared to get too close. After chasing a stick of incense, he suddenly saw the figure of the swordsman in green in the distance flash and disappear out of thin air!
Seeing this, Ah-Dai frowned slightly and hurriedly accelerated his Qinggong. In just half a cup of tea, Ah-Dai appeared at the place where the Tsing Yi swordsman disappeared.
I saw a small dilapidated temple in the dense forest here. However, the roof of this dilapidated temple collapsed, the wooden door rotted, and even the courtyard was covered with spider webs. It had obviously been abandoned for a long time.
Ah-Dai looked a little wary, but he pondered for a moment and finally decided to go inside to explore. However, he did not enter through the front door, but chose to climb over the wall through the window in the backyard.
Squeak!
With a slight sound as the window was pushed open, Ah-Dai turned over and fell into the temple.
When he looked up, he was suddenly shocked!
I saw an old monk sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue in the temple. This man was over fifty years old, but his face was rosy. At this moment, he had his hands clasped together and was looking at Ah-Dai with a smile, as if he had known he would come.
“You!”
There was a stabbing pain in Dumb’s head, and he seemed to think of something for a moment, but he couldn’t remember it after all.
Just when his mind was in chaos, he suddenly felt a warning sign and squatted down suddenly. Then a violent wind blew over his head and cut off a strand of his hair. .
“Huh?”
The person who made the sneak attack seemed quite surprised, and there was a lot of appreciation in his tone.
At this moment, Ah-Dai's thoughts were racing, and he suddenly put one hand on the ground, moved his right leg outward, and swept towards the lower body of the person behind him without looking back.
The people behind him couldn't help but look at him with admiration when they saw that he was able to counterattack so fiercely despite his haste. Bang! A loud noise.
But the man raised his leg and stamped his body. He jumped up high and actually poked a hole in the roof of the thatched house.
Ah-Dai counterattacked, and now he had an opening. He jumped up, jumped out of the ruined temple, and chased after the man.
At this time, the cold night light shone on the man's face. It was the swordsman in Tsing Yi who was listening to a book in the restaurant before!
However, this man's face was as cold as a knife, and the previous decadent look was long gone. He drew the knife with his backhand, and a rusty three-foot broken blade slashed towards Dumb's neck.
This sword is like a fierce ghost demanding life, and it has the power of heaven and earth. Even though Ah-Dai's martial arts attainments were profound and unpredictable, he couldn't help but feel numb. However, although he was not frightened, he slapped backhand with his right hand, and the powerful internal energy swept out. It was the "Night Returner" in the palm of Tianshan Piaoxue!
Before this move was used, Ah-Dai's left hand was already as powerful as thunder, and his punch was like the wind, hitting the Qingyi swordsman's chest head-on, but he used the "Qingjun Side" of Huangsha Wanli's fist.
The same two moves were made by Dumb, the palm of his right hand was flying and the fists of his left hand were unparalleled. One was good and the other was strange. At this moment, they appeared on one person at the same time, and there was no inconsistency at all. The feeling is several times more powerful than Liang Yan!
The expression of the swordsman in green changed slightly, and the next moment his blade was deflected by Ah-Dai's right hand with the "Night Returner". At the same time, there was a sound of wind in his chest, and it was Ah-Dai's left fist that roared towards him.
“Hahaha!”
Faced with this suffocating punch, the swordsman in Tsing Yi not only showed no fear on his face, but instead felt a surge of heroic spirit. The energy in his whole body was surging, and all of it was concentrated in his left arm. He didn't even dodge, and resisted this terrifying punch with his left arm.
Bang!
A loud noise came, and the figure of the swordsman in green flew backwards like catkins in the wind. However, while he was in mid-air, his left foot hooked on the treetop, sending his body flying away. The shape stopped abruptly. Then the man jumped into the air and landed on the treetops.
Ah-Dai raised his eyes and saw that the first thing this man did after he stood firm was that he couldn’t wait to take off the wine gourd from his waist, and then bit it with his teeth, only to hear BOO! With a sound, he bit off the cork of the wine, and then he raised his head and took a swig with a "gudong, gudong" sound.
After taking a big sip of wine, he laughed and said:
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be the magic skill of the Snow Mountain Sect! The dog-legging is good, let's compete again!"
The swordsman in green poured down the wine gourd in his hand, and all the wine in the gourd was sprinkled on his face. On top of the broken knife, his whole aura also changed. There was actually an illusion that ghosts and gods wanted to silence themselves, emerging in Ah-Dai's mind.
At this tense moment, a sigh from the old monk suddenly came from the ruined temple:
"Master Yang, stop it, he is not that person's subordinate."< br>
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the swordsman in green and Ah-Dai changed, and they both turned to look at the ruined temple at the same time. However, there was only confusion in Dumb's eyes, but the eyes of the swordsman in green were full of doubts.
After a long while, the swordsman in green clothes asked with some uncertainty: "Master, are you serious about what you said?"
"Of course you are serious, this is an old friend of the poor monk, and his coming here has nothing to do with Donor Yang."
When Ah-Dai heard this, he couldn't help but look into the temple through the hole in the roof. He saw the old monk sitting cross-legged, holding Buddhist beads in his right hand and fiddling with them quickly, while his left hand raised his palm up in front of his chest. He seemed to be reciting the Buddha's name silently quickly. Home scriptures.
At this moment, Ah-Dai finally spoke his first words since arriving here:
“Who am I?”
(End of this chapter)