Chapter 124

The young man in white robe sat up, frowned and touched the tear on his clothes. If there was not a large amount of blood left, he almost thought that he had never been hurt.

He turned his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang, "little monk, do you know how long I have passed out?" His voice was gentle, but his tone was firm.

"It's almost half an hour since you were knocked unconscious by the bandits." Lu Zhengkang is smiling.

The little blood in the young man's body flowed up his cheeks, and his cheeks were flushed. I don't know whether it was because of anger, shame or both.

"Well, you see it all?"

"See? Maybe. "

After finishing his clothes, the young man reached into his arms and pulled them out. Then, with a gloomy face and a helpless sigh, he stood up and arched his hand to Lu Zhengkang Don't tell me about it. Mo Yun is polite, "he hesitated." I wonder if you've ever seen someone cure me? "

"Oh," Lu Zhengkang said, "I know."

"Please be sure to tell me the name of the elder. I must repay you for your kindness." Mo Yun is very anxious. People like him don't want to be in debt.

"He told me not to tell you."

"Why? Is it true that there are people who do good deeds without asking for return? But even if he doesn't need me to pay the debt, I can't pretend it didn't happen. " Mo Yun Yiyi to the ground, "little master, if you can tell me a little bit about the clothes and appearance of your predecessors, Mo Yun will be very grateful. He is willing to do something for you that doesn't go against his heart, even if you go up the mountain and down the sea of fire, there is no complaint!"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "well, my request is that you don't ask who saved you."

"Don't tease me like that!"

"Well, you'll know when you need to. Don't worry." Lu Zhengkang patted Mo Yun on the arm, then turned and jumped into the lake.

Mo Yun was so frightened that he jumped into the water to save Lu Zhengkang. But before he put his foot into the water, Lu Zhengkang appeared on the surface of the lake.

"There's something good down there!" Lu Zhengkang was smiling, his brain shining in the sunshine, but the things he was holding were more dazzling.

A piece of silver ore, reflecting a beautiful thick halo.

Mo Yun has outstanding insight and tells the name of the ore: "Twelve colored silver clouds!"

Lu Zhengkang waded ashore. When his internal power was agitated, he was dripping with water, and his brow was wrinkled and his face was hesitant.

"It will sell for a good price." Lu Zhengkang stroked the ore on his hands with a smile.

"Of course, it's a super three grade material. It's worth a lot of money. If I hadn't been robbed by thieves, I would have bought it from little master."

"You're rich? That's good. I'll rush up and kill those mountain bandits later. When I get the money, I can buy it! "

Mo Yun thinks that the young monk is full of copper smell and despises human life. I'm afraid he didn't come from a good family. Where did he practice wild fox Zen with his master? His master must have saved himself

While thinking about how to repay the master's kindness, Lu Zhengkang said perfunctorily, "little master, I don't know. Most of my martial arts are on my black jade remnant sword. Without the sword, I'm afraid I can't defeat others."

"It's not the swordsman who gives up lightly!" Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, "since the sword has been robbed, just buy another one!"

Seeing his innocence, Mo Yun patiently explained his difficulties. What's unusual about the broken sword? What's penniless.

It seems that the sword is really different to him.

Everyone has one or two emotional things, just like the fixed point of life. With it, you can walk safely. Without it, you will be lost.

This swordsman, without his sword, seems to be a bit of a pussy.

Fortunately, the sword outside his body is not his backbone. In his heart, there is a straight sword to help him cut through the thorns.

Lu Zhengkang interrupted his long speech, "well, less nonsense. If we don't have any money, let's make it!"

"How do you earn it? I don't know how to be a businessman. You're young and you're still a monk. No one will come to buy your things in business. "

"I'm so old that I don't even have the experience in the world! Just follow me

Lu Zhengkang put Caixia silver in his arms and headed for the depth of the cave.

Mo Yun followed him through the tunnel with difficulty. He wandered around and stumbled. He had to take time to gather his inner Qi and recover his skill. He finally came back to the surface from a mountain stream before dark.

Looking at the misty sunset and the snow capped mountains, the swordsman took a few deep breaths and chanted a song "dingfengbo" by Dongpo's hermit.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. Why don't you sing and roar. Who is afraid that bamboo sticks and sandals are better than horses? A misty rain in one's life.

"When the spring breeze blows and the wine wakes up, it's slightly cold, but the mountain top shines obliquely. Looking back, it's always bleak. When you go back, there's no rain or sunshine. "

He tut tut taste here, Lu Zhengkang has quickly down the mountain, all the way toward the road.With the help of the strong scenery of heaven and earth, Mo Yun's heart is big and his chest is empty. Now he uses his lightness skill to go on his way, like a strong arrow through the air, and his clothes are as loud as a flag.

I don't know why, he felt that he had a lot of energy to spend. The more he ran, the more relaxed he became. It seemed that there was a lake in his body, constantly replenishing his losses.

In the capital, the official road was wide and smooth. One after the other, they ran for more than 300 Li in an hour, and it was dark.

"The capital is ahead!" Mo Yun yelled, "I was going there!"

When Lu Zhengkang heard that Yan slowed down, he stood on the half slope and looked at the xiongcheng on the distant plain.

In the night, the capital city is covered with bright lights. The towering mountains on three sides are like black iron walls. Four or five thin rivers reflect the moonlight. They fly into the city like jade streamers. When they leave the city, they will flow eastward.

The world after the snow is imprisoned by monotonous colors, but the capital is so extraordinary. The bright red light rushes to the sky, like a bonfire in the white night and the stars in the midsummer, which makes people carefree.

Lu Zhengkang looks at it from the perspective of heaven's eye. There are a large number of beads in the city with good quality, and many of them are like giant whales in the deep sea. The dense beads on the upper edge shine brightly, as if a small sun had opened on the plain. No wonder Xu ranxue praised the capital as the highest, most wonderful and most beautiful place in the world.

Lu Zhengkang nodded with satisfaction, turned to Mo Yun and said, "this is my cornucopia! Let's find a place outside the city tonight to deal with it. We'll have business tomorrow! "

"What are you going to do?"

"Ho! What should monks and Taoists do? Look at your palms, do fortune telling, and talk about geomantic omen. The money will come

"You know that?"

"Good at home!" The little monk patted his chest and made sure that he was very proud.

Mo Yun is on the side, ready to talk and stop.

"Don't look like that! Take off your clothes first

"What is this for?"

"As a long banner, it has been marked out so many holes anyway. I'll find a pole to put it on. Tomorrow I'll go to the city to borrow some ink and write down the signboard to guarantee that it will be rich!"

"But I took off my clothes. What should I wear?"

"I don't know," Lu Zhengkang thought with a frown. "Why don't I pull some reed mats for you and then sell myself to bury you? Isn't it beautiful to take the money and run away? "

Mo Yun shook his head.

"Then we have to steal and rob. You can get whatever you want to wear! "

Looking at Lu Zhengkang's excited and arrogant manner, the young swordsman thought to himself: this little bald donkey It's so weird.