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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 357: Helping Hand

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    Chapter 357 Helping Hand

    The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hands and smiled bitterly: "Little leader, we'd better wait for the general to come back. We people are no match at all!"

    Ximu Qu Ming waved her hands and sneered: "There are two of them, there are two thousand of us, and I don't believe in evil! Are you seriously injured?"

    The middle-aged man swayed and fell softly, his face as pale as paper.

    "Uncle!" Xi Feng hurriedly held on, slowly put it down, lay flat on the carpet, pressed his wrist, looked at it, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, the injury is not too light!"

    He wanted to say that the injury was not serious, but when he was about to say it, he saw his uncle's eyelids moving, and he felt wary. He immediately changed his words, shook his head and sighed: "This is because the other party is showing mercy, uncle is determined!"

    "When will it be healed?" Ximu asked with a frown.

    Xifeng shook his head: "It won't be better for a while, uncle, you can't walk around."

    He was extremely smart. When he saw his uncle's appearance, he guessed his thoughts and spoke accordingly.

    Seeing him like this, Xi Mu had no choice but to drag his sick body to help find the person who played the piano.

    In the early morning of this day, Xi Mu stopped her ears and buried herself under three layers of quilts. The music of the piano continued to sound, curling up as if the surrounding mist was like a thread, condensing and not dissipating.

    The sound of the piano seems to penetrate everything, and all obstacles are useless. It goes straight into the ears and reaches the heart, like a cat playing with a mouse.

    When the sound of the piano is high, the heartbeat suddenly accelerates, as if it can jump out of a tune; when the sound of the piano is low, the heartbeat slows down, as if it is about to stop.

    The sound of the piano was sometimes high-pitched, and then dropped sharply, as if throwing a ball. The high-pitched and low-pitched changes were abrupt and abrupt. Everyone suffered greatly, and most of them had to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood.

    The sound of the piano floated leisurely, and after a quarter of an hour, it slowly dissipated. After all this torment, even the tough men couldn't bear it, and they were all depressed, as if they were seriously ill.

    Ximu lifted up the quilt, stretched out her hand to wipe the foam from the corner of her mouth, her eyes dimmed, she staggered open the curtain, looked into the void, and roared.

    Immediately, loud roars came from the surrounding tents, one after another, venting their frustration.

    "You can't see your opponent, and you can't defend yourself. You can only be beaten passively. This feeling is so boring. As iron kites, how have they ever felt so cowardly!"  ?

    After yelling for a while, Ximu turned around and went back to the tent to recuperate her body. It was useless to get angry again. She couldn't find anyone at all. He had never tasted such helplessness.

    Now, there is only one hope, that is, the eminent monks of Kassapa Tathagata Temple can be mobilized to capture this piano player. There will be no problem.

    Although, in private, Xi Feng once told him that the woman who injured his uncle was young, but her martial arts skills were extremely high, and even the eminent monk of Kasyapa Tathagata Temple was helpless.

    He was lying in the tent, relaxing his body and letting his body recover slowly. Suddenly he heard footsteps outside, stopping outside the tent.

    "What's the matter?" he asked lazily.

    "Little chief," Xi Feng's voice came from outside the tent, lowering his voice: "The general is back, and I want to invite you, little chief!"

    "Come in and talk!" He sat up and shouted loudly.

    The curtain was opened, and Xifeng came in quietly, with a complicated expression on his face, and whispered: "I've seen the little leader."

    "What's the point of being polite! You said that the general is back, can you invite the eminent monks from Kasyapa Tathagata Temple?" Ximu Quming waved her hands impatiently and asked eagerly: "How many eminent monks are here?"

    "Two eminent monks are here." Xi Feng said softly.

    "Okay! Okay!" Ximu Quming hit her right palm hard with her left fist, and laughed happily: "Now we can be saved!"

    Xifeng twitched the corner of his mouth, there was no smile on his delicate face.

    "What are you doing with such a sad face?!" Xi Mu glared at him with dissatisfaction and snorted, "Are you not happy that you can kill that guy who plays the piano?!"

    "Little leader, if you can catch me, I will be happy!" Xi Feng said hurriedly, shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "Although I have practiced kung fu, I can't hold it anymore!"

    "Since you are so happy, why are you doing it with a sad face?!" Ximu glared at him.

    "I'm worried that these two eminent monks won't be able to catch that person" Xi Feng hesitated.

    Ximu Quming suddenly changed his color and waved his hand vigorously: "Shut up! Don't talk nonsense like this!"

    "Yes" Xi Feng lowered his head and said respectfully.

    "Let's go, I'll go see these two eminent monks!" Xi Mu glared at him, turned around and left, humming: "The martial arts of Kasyapa Tathagata Temple are the best in the world, your uncle is far behind, yet he dares to do so.  Comment?!¡±

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Follow closelyBehind him, he didn't say a word.

    He secretly thought to himself that his uncle was a master of martial arts. He had never seen a master from Kasyapa Tathagata Temple, but his uncle had. His uncle said that they were not opponents, so they must not be opponents!

    It¡¯s just that the little leader is stubborn and it¡¯s useless to say anything, so why not shut up!

    After a while, the two of them arrived at the tent.

    The marching tent is no different from an ordinary tent. It is larger, five or six times the size of Ximu Quming's tent. It is guarded by a few more guards and is more heavily guarded.

    These guards wear scimitars at their waists, their eyes are piercing, sharp and cold, and their whole bodies are filled with a cold aura, which makes people dare not approach them.

    Seeing the two coming, the two guards stepped forward, stretched out their hands to stop them, and said coldly: "No one below the rank of the little leader is allowed in!"

    Xi Feng looked at Xi Mu Qu Ming and showed his intention to inquire.

    Xi Mu Qu Ming frowned, waved her hand, and walked in alone. After more than twenty steps, she arrived in front of the big tent.

    The two guards looked at him, their expressions as cold as iron, and neither stopped nor reported, allowing him to step into the big tent.

    When he first entered the big tent, under the soft light, there were more than twenty people standing in the big tent. It didn't seem crowded. He came closer and paid homage to the owner.

    Under the crowd, there were three people sitting at the back. One was a middle-aged scholar, with a face like a crown of jade, and three strands of fair beard fluttering under his chin. He was as handsome as a virgin, and could not tell his age. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man.  If you look closely, your skin is fair, and you look like a young man, but your eyes have gone through vicissitudes of life, and you are no longer young.

    The other two are middle-aged monks, dressed in gray robes, with palms clasped together, with peaceful expressions and clear eyes. You can tell at a glance that they have high levels of Buddhist practice.

    "I've seen the general!" Ximu stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged scholar with clasped fists, her expression respectful, like a tiger turning into a docile kitten.

    The middle-aged scholar had a stern look on his face, stroking his beard and said calmly: "Xi Mu, I heard that your supporting soldiers found the owner of the piano sound and even fought with him, right?"

    "General, this is indeed the case." Ximu Quming nodded hurriedly and said: "He knows a lot of skills and is a hunter, and finally found the guy playing the piano!"

    "Who is he?" the middle-aged scholar asked calmly.

    Ximu Quming hurriedly said: "According to him, the piano player is a young man with an ordinary appearance. He is accompanied by a stunning beauty. Although this beauty is young, she is an extremely good player!"

    "Well, has his injury healed?" The middle-aged scholar glanced at the two eminent monks.

    He thought to himself that these two eminent monks were sent by the abbot of Kasyapa Tathagata Temple. They were the best among the second-generation disciples, and their martial arts were excellent enough to cope with them.

    But since entering the tent, the two of them have not said a word, just silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. I don¡¯t know what kind of medicine they are selling, but strange people always have strange behaviors, so don¡¯t pay too much attention to it.

    "General, he's still not healed yet!" Xi Mu Qu Ming felt a little ashamed, lowered her head and said, "I play the piano once a day, but his injuries have not improved at all."

    "Go and bring him up!" The middle-aged scholar waved his hand.

    Xi¡¯s mother bowed her head in response, turned around and walked away. After a while, a middle-aged man was lifted on a wooden board. It was his support soldier, Xi Feng¡¯s uncle.

    As soon as he came in, everyone craned their necks out of curiosity, wanting to get a closer look, but the two monks were already close, bending down to look at him with solemn expressions.

    Seeing them like this, everyone did not dare to be presumptuous and could only stretch their necks out of curiosity.

    The middle-aged man has passed out. His eyes are closed and he is motionless. His face is pale, his breath is weak, and his life is in danger.

    After touching and pressing, the two monks looked at it for a while, stopped, and frowned.

    After a while, they gathered together and whispered, but others could not understand what they said. They saw two people with solemn expressions, and the atmosphere in the tent became solemn.

    The two talked for a while, then turned to look at the middle-aged scholar.

    An older monk put his hands together in a tithe: "General, the person who injured this strong man has extremely deep internal strength and exquisite martial arts. The young monk is not sure of victory."

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?!" The middle-aged scholar raised his long eyebrows and said calmly: "Is this person so powerful?"

    The middle-aged monk nodded slightly: "Now that things have come to this, since the two young monks are here, they must try their best to give it a try!"

    The middle-aged scholar stroking his beard pondered for a moment, his eyes became more and more focused, and he nodded slowly: "Thank you, two masters!"
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