The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 320
The master's dazzling spirit can happen in a single thought;
Concentrate, also in a thought.

Zhu Qing only used two moves, and he clearly felt that the man in gray had given up his distracting thoughts. The sword wind fell down densely like a net, but he was still merciful just now.

Zhu Qing gritted his teeth and thought: He can only hold on.

Li Buyan retreated to the third master. When he looked up, he realized something was wrong. He didn't even have time to catch his breath, "Oops, I told you what I said."

"It's over."

"what?"

Li Buyan was obviously startled. What happened to this man? "You won't scold me anymore?"

Xie Zhifei glanced at her and said, "You did a good job today, I have to praise you."

Li Buyan: "..." Why does it still sound like a curse?

Xie Zhifei paid attention to the changes on the court and said, "You will take a rest in a while, and I will come on."

"Don't!"

Li Buyan grinned: "The young lady has confessed that the Third Master is a key figure. Key figures cannot..." until the critical moment.

"Zhu Qing!"

Xie Zhifei suddenly shouted, "Be careful."

Shouted late.

The sword edge scratched Zhu Qing's arm, and blood rushed out.

Li Buyan glared sharply, picked up his sword and left.

"Li Buyan, stop right here."

Xie Zhifei immediately reached out and clasped her shoulders, turned his head and looked under the shade of the tree, not wanting to meet Pei Xiao's worried eyes.

Xie Zhifei asked silently: How many more are there?

Pei Xiao stretched out three fingers.

There are still [-] words left. Xie Zhifei's pupils narrowed slightly: Is she stable?
Pei Xiao nodded: It's a sure thing.

"Li Buyan, Yan Sanhe can calm down, you can also calm down for me, one by one, don't be impulsive, if you do something, she will die of panic."

Don't talk about me, Third Master, we are evenly matched.

Li Buyan replied in his heart, glanced at Yan Sanhe subconsciously, and suddenly turned pale, "Third Master, look, what's wrong with little Master Pei?"

What happened to little Mr. Pei?
Little Master Pei couldn't stand still.

Yan Sanhe started writing quickly. Before he could recite that sentence, she had already written the next sentence, and what she wrote was still correct.

The next sentence is correct!
The next sentence is also correct!

And the next sentence is damn right too!
Wow, she, she, she, can actually recite the Diamond Sutra.

Look at the words again——

Pretty, pretty, pretty!

Little Mr. Pei rolled up to his feet, picked up his clothes, ran over like a madman, and shouted at Xie Zhifei.

"She can carry it very quickly, very quickly, very quickly, very well, very well, very well, hold on, hold on, hold on!"

After saying that, he rushed back like a madman.

The person looked like a madman, and the words looked more like a madman, but Xie Zhifei understood, and a hearty and strong arrogance arose in his heart.

"Did you hear that? The goddess told us to hold on!"

What is a Goddess?

It is the goddess who can read the mind of the dead, cover the coffin board for the dead, and perform miracles.

These words almost made the blood all over Zhu Qing's body heat up.

Hold on, Goddess bless you!

Yan Sanhe lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, writing quickly, immersed in his own world.

The sounds of fighting so close could not be heard, the flashes of swords and shadows could not be seen. It had nothing to do with her whether they had reached the end of the road or whether there was a bright future or a bright future.

Her hand holding the pen rose and fell, and a line of words was written on the paper.

"The appearance of all living beings and the appearance of a person with longevity is not a Bodhisattva..." Those Buddhist scriptures seemed to have been engraved in her mind for a long time, and they jumped out sentence by sentence, but she had never memorized them.

If a person is determined to do something, God will help him.

Yan Sanhe could clearly feel that the person who helped her was Tang Zhiwei, a woman who could still see the warm sun, cool wind, autumn rain, and winter snow even though she was an ancient Buddha with a green lantern.

You can't wait, can you?
Don't worry.

Don't worry!
Meeting Tang Jianxi brings us closer and closer to the truth.

After the last word fell, the pen in Yan Sanhe's hand fell to the ground with a "clack", which shocked Mr. Pei, and then he started crying and shouting without warning.

"Stop fighting, it's written, it's fucking written...grandson, you grandson, stop it...stop it..."

"Ah" didn't come out, and I felt a figure swishing over in front of me, and then swooping away.

Little Mr. Pei took a closer look and saw that there was no paper on the table. It was completely empty.

"Your grandson still keeps his word, but why are you so cruel!"

Little Mr. Pei shouted, rushing over to look at this and touch that, tears streaming down his face.

Zhu Qing had an injured arm and an injured leg, and was covered in blood.

Huang Qi's shoulder was penetrated by a sword, and blood flowed out without stopping.

A large strand of Li Buyan's hair was shaved off, and his hair was as disheveled as that of a female ghost. The female ghost was still vomiting blood from her mouth, apparently having been slapped by the grandson.

Third Master...

The third master was punched in the face, and two lines of blood were slowly flowing out of his nose.There were two sword wounds on the back, one three inches long and one five inches long.

Little Mr. Pei couldn't bear it. With tears in his eyes, he yelled at the top of the mountain.

"Fuck you Tang Jianxi, the Lord of Hell took a nap and let you, a beast, steal a piece of human skin and come out to fool around, right? You are still a scholar, ugh..."

"You bastard doesn't deserve to stay in the mountains, you deserve to stay in a cesspit, hiding from the world and hiding from your eighteen generations of ancestors..."

"I will feed you two pounds of coptis later to clean out the shit in your intestines. I will also give you two pounds of ambergris to cover up the nasty smell on your body..."

The four people on the ground were in pain and tired, and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers.

After listening to Mr. Pei's scolding, the four of them had a sudden thought: Don't stop them, they can still get up and fight again!
"Stop cursing!"

Yan Sanhe walked over and whispered: "Hurry up and take out the medicine you brought. It's important to get down to business."

"exactly!"

Little Master Pei slapped his forehead and said, "Hey, where is my baggage? There are medicines and pills in my baggage. Where is my baggage...Ahhh, where is my baggage?"

The four of them looked at Little Master Pei running around like a rabbit, looking for his troubles all over the world, and another thought came to their minds -

Can they survive until he finds the burden?

Yan Sanhe glanced at Pei Mingting, who was going crazy, strode back to the shade of the tree, and took out the baggage from under the short table.

"it's here."

She ran back to the four of them and shouted to Pei Xiao: "Come here quickly and untie it."

"Can't you figure it out?"

Little Mr. Pei rushed over in a gust of wind, "Isn't it just a matter of three or two, do you understand to save time?"

Yan Sanhe said nothing. He raised his left hand and threw the baggage to him, while hiding his right hand behind his back.

Xie Zhifei felt something was wrong, wiped the blood from his face, and looked behind Yan Sanhe——

The hand hidden behind his back hung down weakly and was trembling.

He only felt his heart aching all of a sudden.

Yan Sanhe noticed Xie Zhifei's gaze, turned around, and hid his right arm back.

"Hide from what?"

Xie Zhifei suddenly became angry, "You can't shout out if your hands are sore. You have a long mouth just to vent your anger? Even a gourd with a saw mouth can speak better than you!"

Yan Sanhe: "..."

The rest: “…………”

(End of this chapter)