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Volume 1: The End of Qingping Chapter 50: The Flower Monk of Daming Temple?

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    Thin dark clouds covered the moon like a veil, making the night appear hazier and quieter.  The town not far away was immersed in the mist-like moonlight.  Perhaps because it was too quiet, the occasional slight barking of dogs in the town could still penetrate the moonlight and reach a small camp in the west of the town.  Naturally, any noise in the camp will also be heard far and wide.  "Bang" a loud noise came from far away from the small camp, immediately waking up many sleeping townspeople.  After listening carefully to the source of the sound, each one of them held the mentality of doing less than doing more, turned around and hugged their mother-in-law, or hugged pillows and continued to sleep.  "Xue Liang, you fucking dare to do something? Do you think I'm easy to bully?" An angry voice came from an extremely ornate tent, cursing loudly.  Han Yong and two Longxiang Guard sergeants were hiding at the door of the tent, peering inside. They saw that the tent, which was originally extremely luxuriously furnished, had become a mess.  The luxurious and elegant rosewood bookcase in the center of the large tent has been torn apart as if it had been hit by a giant hammer and turned into a pile of firewood. The tallow candle on the bookcase has also fallen onto the expensive and gorgeous carpet.  They were encroaching on the territory bit by bit; and the shelves storing swords and armor around them looked more like officers, soldiers and bandits. The swords and armor that were originally neatly arranged were scattered everywhere.  One of the helmets with gold rims even rolled to the door of the tent. Under the weak candlelight, Han Yong recognized this helmet as the one Feng Yi was wearing.  At this moment, Feng Yi looked ferocious, with his hair disheveled. He was standing on the side of the tent, holding an unsheathed ancient sword in his hand, pointing at an unarmed Long Xiangwei general not far in front of him.  There was a cold light on the long knife, flowing erratically from the tip to the blade.  The young general opposite Feng Yi has a square face, big ears, a wide mouth and a lion's nose. He can be regarded as a handsome man, but for some reason, there is always a hint of laughter in his expression, which makes him look suddenly less handsome.  A little more serious, a little more casual.  This general was none other than Xue Junhou, who was next to Guo Qi. Han Yong didn't know his name at first, and since he had always been very low-key and easy-going, he didn't take it seriously.  It was only now that I realized that this military prince named Xue Liang did not seem to be an ordinary person.  At this time, Xue Liang was facing Feng Yi's long sword, but he didn't show the slightest fear. He said calmly: "Feng Junhou, I am here to investigate Tiger Wing Guards Sergeant Niu Er on orders from Commander Guo.  If you can't make things easier for the disappearance of Feng Twelve and Feng Twelve, then you are disobeying the military order. I have the reason and the right to kill you on the spot to enforce military law. " "You, don't give me anything.  I'm singing a high note" Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. ? Then he glanced at the helmet at the entrance of the tent, and his face suddenly became even more ugly. For a general who was born into a noble family, face is the most important thing.  Xue Liang knocked his helmet to the ground, which was no different from pressing his face to the ground and stomping on it.  The expression on Feng Yi's face was changing, and he glanced at Han Yong at the door again, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly said with a sneer: "Kill on the spot? Come and try it, don't use chicken feathers as arrows, Guo  No matter how powerful the commander is, he can't control my Tiger Wing Guards, right?"  , as if he had finally caught Feng Yi's pigtails, and wanted to clean him up impatiently.  "I don't know about this. I only obey Commander Guo's orders. Commander Guo asked me to investigate, so I came to investigate. As for what thoughts and grievances you, Feng Sanlang, have, go to Commander Guo and tell them yourself."  There was a hint of a slap on Liang's face, and he winked at Feng Yi provocatively.  The corner of Feng Yi¡¯s mouth twitched, obviously very angry at Xue Liang¡¯s unreasonable words.  At that moment, he shouted in anger: "Monk Xue, don't pretend to be noble. A few days ago, I stole your limelight in Wanhua Tower and won the favor of Miss Ningcui? Don't think that I am afraid of you.  Monk Hua, your Daming Temple's fists are powerful, and our Yunyan Valley's long swords are not vegetarian. If you have the guts, just come over." Han Yong was jumped by Feng Yi's gaze. At that moment, there was a burst of energy.  A feeling of palpitations filled his heart, as if he had suddenly turned into a fish on the chopping board. If Feng Yi wanted to kill him, he would not even have a chance to fight back.  "What a damn evil sect. What is this? Is it the peerless martial arts in Yunyan Valley?" Han Yong raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. Only then did he understand that Guo QiWhy must Xue Junhou accompany him before he is willing to catch Feng Yi?  Originally, Han Yong thought that no matter how powerful Feng Yi was, he was a young man from an aristocratic family with a delicate body and a noble body, he would be limited and might not be able to compare with him.  Only now do I realize that it would be impossible for those aristocratic families to be able to stand for thousands of years without some profound foundation.  "Fortunately, I was stopped by Uncle Liu this afternoon and didn't take action directly. If I had taken action, I'm afraid the one who fell in the end might not be" Han Yong no longer dared to think about it anymore. He originally thought that a sneak attack on Feng Yi would definitely kill the opponent with a knife.  The thoughts below are like mist in the night, dissipating without a trace with the gentle blow of the night wind.  "You're the damn flower monk, I've already returned to secular life" Xue Liang seemed to have been exposed by someone, and suddenly became furious and yelled at Feng Yi.  While cursing, he didn¡¯t bother to put on airs with Feng Yi anymore, he rushed forward and punched Feng Yi in the face, without even the slightest intention of holding back.  The fist carried the sound of howling wind. If it was hit hard, even if Feng Yi could survive, his handsome face would definitely not be saved.  Not to be outdone, Feng Yi vibrated the long knife slightly, and it suddenly turned into a piece of fine silver light, like a mist, covering Xue Liang's fist.  Han Yong was dumbfounded. He had never seen a long sword used in this way. In his past memory, even the fastest person could only flash a few swords in an instant.  It's just a cold light, it can't reach the level of Feng Yi in any case. It's gorgeous and dazzling, but there is a slight danger hidden in it.  "Yunyan Valley Daming Temple" Han Yong murmured to himself, but suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Yunyan Valley, isn't that boy Li Mu's master from Yunyan Valley? Fengyi is  The boy is also from Yunyan Valley, why are you still chasing him? No wonder Uncle Guo said that people from Yunyan Valley like to fight with their brothers the most" "Leader, what is going on with Yunyan Valley and Daming Temple?" "Han Yong?  A Long Xiang Guard sergeant behind him asked with a pale face.  "I don't know either. I just heard about it for the first time today" Han Yong was a little impatient. He thought of a more serious problem.  If Li Mu enters Yunyan Valley and learns "peerless martial arts", wouldn't the authority of his brother-in-law be greatly reduced?  I had vowed in the morning that if Li Mu treated his sister badly, I would definitely take care of him Now it seems that I am afraid that I will be the one who gets taken care of.  "Bang" and "crash" sounded several times, and in Han Yong's worry, something seemed to be crushed by Xue Liang's fist.  Then Feng Yi's voice sounded, and he cursed angrily: "Monk Xue, I will fight you until death, how dare you break the screen His Majesty gave me, I will definitely report it when I return to the capital.  Your Majesty Ming, let's see how you explain" "Hey, what's making the fuss is just a few pieces of rotten wood. There are a lot of this kind of wood in the dense forest of Daming Temple. I'll ask Uncle Guo to ask for a few pieces to compensate Your Majesty.  , That's it." Xue Liang's voice was full of pleasure, as if he did it deliberately by destroying the screen.  As he spoke, his hands did not stop, and then there were several more sounds of breaking porcelain, mixed with Feng Yi's horrified screams, which came far away in the night and sounded particularly scary.  Xue Liang smiled evilly and shouted: "Feng Sanlang, you are really not a good thing. You even have the Yue Human Clan's tear porcelain vase, and you put it out blatantly. Are you telling everyone clearly that you are a heartless person?"  Han, have you ever kidnapped a girl from the Yue people? Do you want me to promote it for you? " "You you I'll fight with you" Feng Yi trembled, but couldn't even say a word.  , he was about to pass out from anger. In response to Xue Liang's behavior of deliberately distorting the facts, he could only use more and more fierce sword skills in response.  Han Yong was even more confused. He had heard of many porcelain names, such as "Ming Porcelain", "Cang Porcelain", "Blue Porcelain", etc. Even the porcelain of the Yue people, he had only heard of "  I have never heard of the name "Yue Porcelain", and there is also something called "Tear Porcelain".  Curiosity is curiosity, but it is not something that should be thought about right now.  Han Yong reached out and knocked on his forehead, cheered up, and continued to look into the tent a few times.  There was nothing intact in the tent. Except for the helmet at the door, everything that fell on the ground had been crushed or crushed into pieces by Xue Liang, either intentionally or unintentionally.  Feng Yi has stopped talking, and with a livid face, he attacks Xue Liang with one knife after another. The moves are complicated and gorgeous, and the whole tent seems to be filled with the light of the sword. Xue Liang, on the other hand, may already feel that he has a chance to win.  He whispered with a smile on his face.No matter what, he kept dodging Feng Yi's long knife. Only when he couldn't avoid it, he would punch lightly.  It's just that Xue Liang's seemingly powerless fist can always defeat Feng Yi's sword light, forcing Feng Yi to retreat and defend. It looks like Feng Yi deliberately avoids it, and it also seems like the two have discussed it in advance, which is very weird.  .  "Feng Sanlang, for the sake of Lord Feng, I have already given you a chance. If you don't put down your fucking weapons, don't blame me, Monk Hua" Xue Liang kicked up a broken board on the ground and brought it with him  The whistling sound shot towards Feng Yi, and was finally cut into several small pieces in the light of Feng Yi's sword.  At the end of the sentence, Xue Liang suddenly came back to his senses and couldn't help but muttered with an unlucky look: "Bah, bah, bah, you are the fucking monk. I am not the flower monk, and I am not a monk. I am Xue Liang, and I am the Xue family in the Central Plains."  A direct descendant of" At the moment when Xue Liang was slightly absent-minded, Feng Yi's face flashed with a stern look, and the light of Da Peng's sword suddenly retracted, and instantly turned into a complete long sword, slashing towards Xue as fast as lightning.  Cool, as if the sword light that originally shone like fireworks was just a dreamlike illusion.  The sharp sword light struck in front of Xue Liang in an instant and slashed diagonally towards his right shoulder.  A trace of hesitation flashed in Feng Yi's eyes, which was replaced by madness in an instant. He seemed to have completely lost his mind and was determined to kill the young general in front of him with his sword.  Xue Liang had a horrified look on his face, as if he didn't expect Feng Yi's move, and he retreated at a loss, but he couldn't get out of the range covered by the long sword.  There was a "click", and a figure suddenly broke into two pieces under the light
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