Xilulu~

The horse screamed sadly, and fell into the yellow sand with its headless body, smoke and dust filled.

In the storm of wind and sand, Zhao Tianfeng was shocked and felt that the air in front of him seemed to have turned into an invisible wall.

The galloping fast horse seemed to be stuck in the sky.

Not only the fast horse, but even the wind and sand flying all over the sky seemed to be stagnant in the air.

He looked up and saw a man in a green hat walking in the wind and sand blowing between them. He was still several miles away the moment before, but had arrived in front of him the next moment.

When someone arrived first, he heard a plain voice like a striking encounter between gold and jade:

"Good qualifications, good roots and bones... I met me in a state of death, and my luck and opportunity are also the best..."

It seems that the person coming is faster than the sound.

The shock made Zhao Tianfeng stunned.

Looking at the child whose tears were still dry on the horse, a faint ripples appeared in Pang Wanyang's indifferent eyes:

"Before the invitation to fight, I met a child who could take over my legacy. It was interesting and interesting..."

With his martial arts reaching this point, even if he is not proficient in the qi-seeing technique, he has already deeply sensed the veins of heaven and earth.

Ordinary people may think it is a coincidence, but they will not think so.

Under the sympathy of energy, he could feel that the young man's roots, understanding, and opportunities were the best choices, and he was an excellent candidate to take over his legacy.

Of course it is a very interesting thing.

Plop ~

The stagnant wind and sand flow, and above the horse, the child fell into the wind and sand with the frightened horse.

Once the frightened horse had lost its movement.

Zhao Tianfeng struggled to get up, looking at the breath standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, wearing a blue shirt, but heavier than the mountain.

When you have a moment of blessing, you will worship you:

"Hero, Hero, please, please save my grandfather!"

"Hero?"

When Pang Wanyang heard this word, he couldn't help but smile coldly:

"You said the caravan seven miles away? The people are dead."

"ah?"

Zhao Tianfeng's body trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out again:

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Pang Wanyang looked at the boy crying indifferently, without any fluctuations in his heart. He had seen too many similar things.

The reason why I was interested in stopping was that I was a little curious when I saw such a boy.

"Hisser, please avenge my grandfather."

Zhao Tianfeng kowtowed repeatedly:

"I will repay your kindness as a cow or a horse."

His face was buried in the mud and sand, but he didn't hear anyone reply for a long time, and suddenly looked up.

In the wind and sand, the man in green has already gone far.

"Hero, hero!"

Listening to the shouts floating behind him, Pang Wanyang's expression was plain and calm.

Before the war, I met a young man with a stunning talent. If it were someone else, I might have chosen him to take over his legacy, thinking it was because of the number of days.

But that is an ordinary person, not him Pang Wanyang.

If he wants to pass on his romance, he doesn’t need any talent? As long as he can inherit his martial arts, even if he is a waste, he is still a genius.

What's more, he has a better choice.

Huh ~

A graceful white shadow flashed past and fell behind him. The fragrant wind blew over, but it was Mrs. Bailian.

Mrs. Bailian asked in surprise:

"The boy had excellent roots and bones. What's even more rare is that his energy seems to be attractive to you. I thought you would bring him by my side..."

In decades, Pang Wanyang has not been able to go to the Six Prisons Holy Mountain.

Every time he goes down the mountain, he meets a boy with excellent qualifications and roots, he will teach one or two martial arts, perhaps to cultivate opponents, or find it interesting.

But this young man is clearly the best choice, but he...

"For decades, whenever I see a boy, I always pass on some tricks and look forward to some surprises in the future..."

Pang Wanyang's footsteps were gentle in the wind and sand, as fast as his voice:

“Now, it’s not necessary. Because...

There are enemies in the world!”

.........

"grandfather......"

Zhao Tianfeng's fingers were deeply trapped in the mud and sand, but his tears had dried up.

He didn't blame the man in blue for not avenging himself, because that was a normal thing. He only hated that he could not avenge his grandfather at this time, and it seemed impossible to escape.

Looking at the horse thief who was slapped at the horse, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the bald man's scimitar in the yellow sand, and raised it.

Plop ~

He staggered and rushed into the dust without lifting it.

"Grandpa, grandson is here to find you..."

He laughed bitterly.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he suddenly heard the sound of Buddhist and Zen singing in the void that could not be blocked by the wind and sand.

He opened his eyes and saw the yellow sand rolling in the distance.

A row of monks with robes and naked shoulders came slowly with a Buddha chariot.

The Buddha chariot is extremely luxurious, adorned with agate, gold, silver, glass, coral, conch, red beads, agate and other treasures, shining brightly in the wind, sand and sunshine.

In front and behind the Buddha's chariot are treasure troves, treasure caps, Pisces, lotus, right-handed snails, auspicious knots, honoured banners, and **.

In the tent of the Buddha's chariot, there was a figure who couldn't see clearly, as if it was like a Buddha statue in the temple.

The man seemed to be extremely heavy, and the eighteen monks were carrying him, all of whom were exhausted and panting.

And as the Buddha chariot slowly came, an amazing scene happened.

In the wind and sand, the horse thieves riding horses were all like the most devout Buddhist believers, kneeling in the yellow sand, motionless like statues.

He watched the wind and sand slapped and flooded one of the horse thieves, but he didn't move.

It seems to have really become a statue.

The indescribable weirdness makes people frightened.

"They, they..."

Zhao Tianfeng's hair stood up.

Seeing the carriage getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but run away.

But what scared him was that the Buddha chariot several miles away was obviously very heavy and walked very slowly. But when he turned around while running, the Buddha chariot was almost catching up with him.

He wanted to run away, but suddenly he was confused and fell to the ground with a thud.

"What kind of magic is this..."

Zhao Tianfeng was shocked as he watched as he folded his hands together and knelt down on the ground and recited the Buddha's voice.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant, like a bell, exploded in the vast sea. Its sound was huge and vast. Its sound suddenly overwhelmed the whistling sound of wind and sand that seemed to be everywhere.

And the sound of Buddhist and Zen singing that seemed to be heard by thousands of people.

Zhao Tianfeng was shocked and suddenly woke up.

Immediately, without any time to think about it, I rolled down from the sand slope.

After rolling for more than a hundred feet, he got up and spit out his own mud and sand.

Then I continued running, thinking that the further away from the Buddha chariot, the better. It was so weird and terrible. So many vicious horse thieves died just like that.

Huh ~

Suddenly, Shapo poked out a palm and pulled him into Shapo.
To be continued...