Chapter 213

"Xie's team?"

Surrounded by the crowd, Guo fan, dressed in royal clothes and mink fur cloak, slowly stepped out of the carriage.

At the foot of the mountain.

In addition to his motorcade, there was an old looking carriage standing aside with snow on it.

Although the carriage is old, it is well decorated and beautifully carved. I think it used to be luxurious.

Beside the carriage, several people knelt down and trembled.

"People's daughter Xie Xiaoman, knock on the Marquis!"

"Xie Xiaoman."

Guo fan stepped slightly and turned his head sideways.

All the four families in the court were copied by him. Although the Xie family was the mother family of the empress dowager, they were not spared.

The disciples of the clan killed 7788.

Now, it has long declined.

Xie Xiaoman used to be able to go in and out of the court at will, but now he is wearing a gray cloth shirt and kneeling on the ground.

My former identity was also pushed to the end.

I could hear Xie Xiaoman's voice trembling.

This is fear!

For Guo fan, she once thought he was outstanding and should be included in her harem.

I'm confident about it.

But several experiences made her heart and hair cool. She just felt that this person was a demon.

Now.

The enemy of miejia and Tu clan was right in front of her. She didn't even dare to lift her head. She couldn't get up on her knees and her body trembled.

"Look up."

Guo fan's indifferent voice floated into his ears.

Xie Xiaoman trembled and looked up slowly.

Once beautiful cheeks are now more haggard and vicissitudes, and there are tears all over them.

Originally a fairy, now it is scattered into dust. There is panic and fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, miss."

"I won't let anyone bully you!"

A man knelt down and stopped in front of Xie Xiaoman. He raised his head and stared at Guo fan angrily.

This is a beautiful young servant. It seems that he has some martial arts skills.

He stretched out his arms and blocked Xie Xiaoman behind him. Although he was still afraid in his eyes, he didn't give in.

"Oh..."

Guo fan smiled, shook the snowflakes on his cloak and said, "what are you doing here?"

“……”

Xie Xiaoman's delicate body trembled, paused and said, "back to the Marquis, the little woman wants to go into the mountain to worship the Buddha and pray for her relatives."

"Pray?"

Guo fan's voice was slightly slow and nodded slowly.

"You are a woman with a delicate body and no ambition, so I believe you once."

"But..."

His eyes moved and fell on a person in the rear, and his eyes were cold.

"What do you do?"

"Shua!"

The shadow flashed, and the man's body flashed. Unexpectedly, he popped out directly from the ground, holding a short sword in one hand and stabbed.

"Come to kill you!"

A low roar followed.

The man's action was abrupt, like running thunder and lightning. He flashed more than two feet, and the sharp sword light in the air was even more frightening.

And the speed and sword skills displayed in an instant are among the top in the world!

For a time, no one reacted.

Except Guo fan!

"Ding..."

His expression remained unchanged, even a little lazy, bent his fingers and flicked, hitting the ridge of the incoming sword.

In the melodious sound, the sword hidden in the cold light was not hard enough and broke directly.

"Assassin!"

"Protect the Marquis!"

The guards shouted loudly, and the swords came out of their scabbard, which surrounded the Xie family in the field.

"Hoo..."

When the assassin missed, he immediately ran away, folded his body out of thin air and threw it at the dense forest at a faster speed.

The lightness skill is excellent. I'm afraid it can rank among the top ten in the world!

"Oh..."

Guo fan disdains sneering.

Then he put on his cloak and shook gently. His strength broke out, and the blade fragments in front of him shot out immediately.

For a moment, the cold light swept one side like a meteor in the sky.

"Poof..."

The man was in mid air and was ruthlessly penetrated by the cold light. His body stagnated and fell heavily.

"Peng!"

Snowflakes are flying, but the smell has disappeared. Only hot blood flows out and melts a piece of snow.

"How brave!"

Wang Da, the head of the general stall of the West Factory, walked towards the Xie family with wide eyes and grabbed one person at a time.

"Say, what are you doing hiding assassins and plotting against the law?"

"Specially assassinating the Marquis?"

"No... no..."

The man was just a little coachman. He had seen such a scene and was immediately scared out of his wits.

It is no longer neat to speak.

The others trembled, and Xie Xiaoman looked flustered, and his delicate bodies were almost together.

"No matter what we do, this man is just the one we met on the road. He said he was walking together."

"Yes, yes!"

"We don't know him!"

Several Xie family members looked flustered and tried to explain loudly, and the panic in their eyes was even more difficult to contain.

"Forget it."

Guo fan gently waved his hand and had no intention to investigate: "look at their appearance, it should not be clear."

"Zhou Junfang."

"The villain is here."

"What lightness skill did that man use just now?"

"Yes."

Zhou Junfang's eyes were deep in thought and said, "the sky is changeable, such as swallows copying water three times, but it's more exquisite. It should be breaking through the air and walking in the clouds."

"This person should be the remnant Yanqing of fengjuan building, which is very famous in the Jianghu!"

"It's him."

After all, he is a well-known figure in the Jianghu. Guo fan has heard of it, but he has only heard of it.

This role has been difficult to attract his attention.

"Hou Ye."

Hold the piano and speak at the right time.

"Yan Qing has made many friends and is known as a chivalrous man in the Jianghu. I'm afraid he came to Shaolin to pray for blessings!"

He said, as if he had no intention of looking at Xie Xiaoman.

"I heard that someone in the Jianghu secretly connected with an expert and wanted to join hands to deal with the marquis."

"I'm afraid he's here to invite help!"

"Master?"

Guo fan smiled and shook his head: "don't worry about him, but go up the mountain."

"Then they..."

Wang Da pointed to the Xie family.

"Drive away."

Guo fan waved his hand: "tell the rest of the Xie family that the Empress Dowager begged to let them go."

"Don't be arrogant!"

"Yes!"

Wang Da used his face and immediately shouted at Xie Xiaoman: "didn't you hear what the Marquis said?"

"Get out!"

"You can leave Shaolin temple within an hour. If not, there will be no amnesty!"

"Yes, yes."

Xie Xiaoman nodded obediently, staggered up with the help of his servant and hurried into the carriage.

Not long after, the carriage hurried away.

And Guo fan at this time.

He had already set his eyes on the high mountains ahead, and the looming buildings and Buddha halls on them.

"Shaolin Temple!"

"When..."

The melodious bell sounds familiar and strange, just like the layers of stone steps under your feet.

only a short while ago.

He also cleaned the stone steps here and was unknown. He was just an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple.

Now.

However, it is high above all others. Walking can make such a large Shaolin heavily guarded and make all monks nervous.

Not many people go up the mountain.

Only Guo fan, Zhou Junfang and four women, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As for the people from the East and West factories, they were left at the foot of the mountain, but even if there were only a few people, the atmosphere of Shaolin Temple was tense.

"See you, marquis!"

In front of the Mahavira hall, the old Shaolin Abbot Wuxu led many monks in red to kneel down.

The square was covered with snow.

The monks spread their cassocks like red clouds.

It's just that monks should have a kind face and a compassionate heart, but now many of them look like angry King Kong.

"Get up!"

Guo fan stepped forward and stepped on the snow, making a sound of "creak... Creak...".

As he passed a monk, he stopped slightly.

"Is the divine monk really smart?"

"I dare not."

Zhenhui got up, his eyes were like pearls, and his hands closed eleven Rites: "little monk Zhenhui, I've seen the marquis."

"Yes."

Guo fan nodded and smiled quietly: "good, good."

Step forward again and enter the hall.

With one hand move, a futon flew from the side and landed in the middle of the hall, opposite the Buddha.

"No nonsense."

Guo Fanpan sat on the futon and spoke calmly.

"Old monk."

He hurried forward.

"Buddhism is a quiet place and a pure land outside the world. Recently, I have always heard that Shaolin has done evil."

He looked at the Buddha in front of him, and his voice gradually became indifferent: "host, what do you explain?"

"Hou Ye."

Wuwei was sad and knelt down slowly: "Shaolin has no intention of being secular, but it's hard to get rid of in the world of mortals."

"If there are people who have delusions and commit crimes, the Marquis can deal with them according to law. The old monk dare not say more."

"Good!"

Guo fan nodded.

Then, with a big hand move, he took a book in his hand and threw it in front of Wuwei.

"Shaolin has been handed down for thousands of years and has gone through several dynasties. In the eyes of the people in the Dynasty and the world, it has a respected position."

"The imperial court has been very kind!"

"But..."

Guo fan's eyes shrunk and a cold killing intention emerged.

"People's hearts are not enough. Snakes swallow elephants. In the past 200 years, the occupied nearby fields of Shaolin Temple have expanded 20 times, and tens of thousands of people around have become Shaolin farm workers."

"A hundred miles away is the private land of Shaolin. Host, what's your explanation?"

"This..."

Wuji took the book and turned it roughly. His complexion became pale and no more blood.

"Shaolin's status is respected. The imperial court exempted you from taxes and other taxes, so that he has no worries about food and clothing. He can concentrate on understanding the Buddha Dharma."

"But what did you do?"

Guo fan's voice gradually sank.

Even the thunder reverberated in the hall, making the monks pale and trembling.

"In good years, hoard grain and materials and raise the price of nearby grain; in famine years, buy acres of land from the people at a low price and wantonly expand the land."

"Tens of thousands of people around only know Shaolin, not the imperial court."

"You all eat fat, but you don't know that the people around you are hungry and full. You really deserve to be an eminent monk!"

"Especially xuanjing, Xuanguang, Zhenqing... These masters, please stand up!"

"Poop!"

"Poop!"

But hearing the sound of kneeling on the ground, several monks were pale and paralyzed on the spot.

"Hou Ye."

Wuwei was even more at a loss: "is there some misunderstanding? Xuanding poor monk still knows something. He will never..."

"It seems that this is why they have so much courage."

Guo fan sneered: "these people occupy other people's fields, wives and children, and act recklessly, commit crimes, and act recklessly nearby..."

"Shaolin Temple was originally a clean place for Buddhism, but now it has become a place to hide filth and accept dirt. You are the host, but you don't have clear eyes and don't know people. The crime is still above them!"

"Da..."

Wuwu's hands trembled, and the books in his hands fell to the ground.

"Nonsense!"

In the rear, a monk was furious.

"You devil, are just planting a frame. We really think Shaolin Temple is easy to bully!"

"Give me a slap!"

The roar shook the sky, and the monk rushed forward with his body. With his big hand wrapped in the strong wind, he hit Guo fan hard.

Before the palm arrived, a huge suction force had fallen, and the strength shrouded the land of Zhang Xu, and the void gathered into the shape of a huge monument.

Big tablet smasher!

The millstone is like a big falling monument!

"Xuanding."

Guo fan's mouth is slightly warped. He is Zhenhui's master. Guo fan also learned the Prajna magic subduing knife from him. He is also an old acquaintance.

Now more than 20 years have passed, and my skills have become more and more profound.

It's a pity

He sat cross legged, turned one hand up, and hit the monument with the same move.

As like as two peas, even the same is true.

"Peng!"

When his palms collided, Guo fan didn't move, but xuanding's throat was sweet and flew out directly.

"Poof!"

In mid air, blood blurted out.

"Xuanding!"

"Senior brother xuanding!"

The monks drank.

One of them looked frozen and his eyes were cold: "Lord Hou's martial arts are unparalleled. I don't think much of myself. I also want to ask for advice."

Then he made a mistake at his feet and spread a reed across the river. His body fluttered lightly and pointed to the disease.

Great wisdom has no fixed finger!

"It's difficult."

Guo fan's eyes remained unchanged and bent his fingers to the same point. Their fingers changed in the air, like lotus blossoms.

"Poof!"

In the end, Guo fan's skill was high, and he pointed out the difficult fingering, which fell on his chest.

"Peng!"

Burst of strength.

Xuannan's body trembled and he flew out upside down. Before he landed, he was unconscious.

"Good Kung Fu!"

"Hoo..."

The strong wind howled.

Two more monks came.

One person's palm is as changeable as a thousand hand Guanyin. The Taoist spirit emerges, and then they come together as one.

Compassion emerges and strength is hidden.

Great mercy, thousand leaf hand!

The other man came fiercely, vigorous and masculine. With a big hand, the void roared and made a dull noise.

Powerful diamond palm!

"Please advise me!"

"Come on!"

Guo fan's eyes lit up and his body remained in place. He also showed great mercy. Qianye hand and powerful Vajra palm met each other.

The four palms are opposite, and the two monks spit blood backward.

"I'll come!"

"Amitabha, I also want to learn the Lord's divine skill."

"Look at my Dorothy!"

"No phase robbery means!"

"Dragon claw hand!"

In a twinkling, Shaolin eminent monks rushed in and made 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

The strong wind roared and the figures in the hall flew.

"Hum!"

Guo fan didn't cross his knees. He just hummed between his nose, and even his eyes closed slowly.

He opened his hands and faced the enemy with the same method, but his moves were more exquisite, faster and more pure.

Sometimes moves change, such as fingers, claws, swords and knives, but they can often kill one person.

Moreover, he is ruthless and prone to bad people's cultivation, hurting people's muscles and bones.

But for a moment, there were screams in the hall, and many eminent monks were crying.

The main hall is no longer solemn.

"Amitabha."

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