Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 32

For half a month, with nothing to gain, Wu Xian had no choice but to suppress the loss in his heart and return to his hometown with Zhang Wuji's hope.

Wu Xian patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder, the two looked at each other speechlessly, Wu Xian didn't know how to comfort Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji knew that the end had come, and forced himself to bear the grief, smiled and waved Wu Xian to say goodbye.

"See you next year." Wu Xian led the camel and walked on the ancient road covered with ice and snow, shaking his raised right hand, as if saying goodbye.

"I hope." Zhang Wuji murmured, feeling something in his heart, his face was full of disappointment and sorrow, and an atmosphere of death gradually permeated his body and mind. Zhang Wuji saw that it was still early in the sky, and he already knew in his heart that he was looking for the nine. Yang Zhenjing was hopeless, so Zhang Wuji ran around in the mountains and forests alone.

For three or four days, Zhang Wuji wandered around the Kunlun Mountains alone, but he couldn't find a way out of the mountain.When Zhang Wuji went down a hillside, he saw a pile of rocks in front of him, and he happened to be tired from walking, so he sat on the boulder, put his hands on his head and looked at the sky, thinking a lot in his heart: recent days, the attacks of cold poison have become more and more frequent However, if one day he collapses in the wilderness, his body can only be fed to vultures and wild wolves.As soon as I thought about it, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, an indescribable longing, concern and sadness.

But at this time, suddenly heard the sound of dogs barking from the northwest, and there were dozens of dogs barking. Those dogs seemed to be chasing wild animals, and there seemed to be urgency and pursuit in the sound.

As the sound of the dog barking got closer, the complicated feelings in Zhang Wuji's heart dissipated a lot, and instead he felt a trace of curiosity in his heart. A figure of a little monkey jumped into his eyes, with a stick sticking out of his ass. Short arrow, the monkey rolled after running several feet away, because it was hit by an arrow in the back, so it couldn't jump up the treetops to avoid the pursuit, so it was so embarrassed. At this time, it was lying on the ground, exhausted , but the begging and pitiful look in his eyes.

Zhang Wuji's mind was touched, and he thought to himself: I was chased by the Kunlun faction, and I was in the same embarrassment as you.So he picked up the monkey, pulled out the short arrow on its thigh, took out herbs from his bosom, and applied it on the wound.

But at this time the sound of the dog barking was approaching, Zhang Wuji hurriedly hid the monkey in his arms, thinking of his father Dun Dun's teaching in his heart, that chivalry should be the most important thing in everything, even if it is a beast.So he turned around and walked out, Zhang Wuji only escaped more than ten feet, the group of dogs quickly and nimbly chased up, bared their teeth and grinned.

Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a pain in his leg, a vicious dog gritted his teeth fiercely on his leg, he hurriedly turned around and hit the hound's head with all his strength, he turned the hound into a somersault and fainted.The other hounds swarmed on him, Zhang Wuji was flustered, he punched and kicked immediately, struggling to resist.

Zhang Wuji has been practicing martial arts for a short time, and his body is cold and poisonous, so he has little internal energy. After a while, his hands and legs were bitten by dogs, and Zhang Wuji fell to the ground in panic, his head, face, shoulders and back Being bitten by a group of dogs, I couldn't help screaming.

Just when Zhang Wuji was in a coma, he could faintly hear a few clear and tender breaths, the voice seemed to be whispering in his ears, and it seemed to be shouting from the other side, the voice was very far away.

...

Zhang Wuji's fate returned to the original track, and Wu Xian was also slowly returning home.

After about a month and a half, Wu Xian finally arrived at Xuwang Town in Hanzhong, handed over the letter to Mrs. Xu, received the remaining half of the salary, and left Xu Yuan's house.

Wu Xian freshened up in the bathroom, and changed into a clean blue robe. After freshening up, he was still a handsome young man.

After Xu Wangzhen rested for a few days, Wu Xian remembered that there was still a letter from Zhang Wuji to send, so he rushed to Wudang Mountain without stopping. When Zhang Wuji's letter arrived, Wu Xian was fine.

Three days later, Wu Xian arrived at Qingping Ridge, which was only a hundred miles away from Wudang. Suddenly, the sound of swords and steel fighting came from the northeast, and Wu Xian suddenly hid behind a tree. A big bearded man shouted in a strong voice: "'Black-faced Iron Palm' Tie Kuang, I sympathize and tolerate you in every possible way, but you keep pushing me hard and chasing me for thousands of miles. I have said it time and again, your bastard The seed in the mother-in-law's body was not done by me, Zhang Han."

Zhang Han's words made Tie Kuang's anger even stronger, and his pair of iron palms attacked even more fiercely. When he collided with Zhang Han's long knife, he did not lose the wind at all. It is so strong, I am afraid that it can compete with Shaolin King Kong's indestructible magic skill.

After staring intently for a while, Wu Xian could faintly see Tie Kuang's iron palm, under the brilliance of the rising sun, seemed to be covered with a shimmering aura, but the aura was so weak that it could not be easily detected.

Wu Xian suddenly had a flash in his mind that his skills were all above stick and boxing. If the enemy used magic weapons and swords, Wu Xian, who has always been cautious, would definitely not fight at close quarters. The sharp blade slashed with one knife, so Wu Xian, who was good at martial arts, went to the third or fourth floor. Wu Xian looked at Tie Kuang with fiery eyes, thinking: If he also has such a pair of tough and indestructible gloves, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings added.

That Tie Kuang is a big man with a black face, eight feet tall, like a black bear on an iron tower, his rough face is full of grief, his martial arts skills are wide open, and he is extremely fierce, and his voice, which is as loud as a drum, said in pain: "That bitch said it himself. It’s just that Zhang Han, the ‘Guming Saber’ admired by everyone in the world, is also a villain who dares to act but dares not to admit it.”

Taking advantage of Tie Kuang's speech, Zhang Han found an opportunity, jumped back a few steps, and said calmly: "I, Zhang Han, have been upright and open-minded all my life. I can go to the brothel to have fun for a few taels of silver. Why do you have to do such a shameful act?"

Tie Kuang's face was still grieving, and he didn't trust Zhang Han's words at all. Zhang Han lightly pulled out a saber flower with his right hand. Crisp and melodious, it is as pleasant as clear springs stirring rocks and birdsong in empty valleys.

Zhang Han put away the expression on his face, and said solemnly and piously: "I originally thought that when you encountered an accident, it was inevitable that I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I was so patient with you. I hope you can think clearly about the whole story. If you are stubborn again If it doesn’t work, you can only be the soul of the dead under my knife.”

"Oh! If you can't avenge your wife today, you won't be ridiculed by the people in the Jianghu. It's no different from death. Take your life." Tie Kuang rushed forward, with a destructive aura, unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)