Chapter 143: Bet, enjoy the scenery, go alone

Li Dingxun followed the motorcade on horseback, Su Mo sat in the handlebar position, and the two of them looked ahead and talked constantly.
　　 has been away for a month and is almost out of Guangdong.
　　 Every time they go to a village or town, the team will stop and rest for a long time, but there are few people along the way, most of which are natural fields, hills, swamps, etc.
　　 is now in a gorge, with dangerous cliffs on both sides, a Wuchuan River meanders and twists, carriages and horses on the rocky beach of the river, difficult and bumpy. Looking up, there are little white clouds around the blue sky, and the weather is rare. There are dense and dense woods on the mountain, the cliffs are full of yellow muddy rocks, vines hanging, moss overhangs, wild flowers and weeds, among the beautiful scenery, but there are also uninvited guests who disturb the tranquility.
　　 Li Dingxun smiled, turned his head to look at Su Mo, saw that he looked worried, and said: "Mr. Su don't worry, some thief, if you really dare to attack the team, you can slaughter with a wave."
　　 There are many bandits in the mountains, these people always like to catch the autumn breeze with the pedestrians passing by. During the period before the Pure Land calendar, such thieves were extremely rampant.
　　 "The world was already in turmoil at the time, and it is understandable that such a gangster appeared. However, there are exceptions, even in the years when the Buddha was born." Su Mo and Li Dingxun often talked about history and people.
　　 "Especially after the Buddha destroyed a faction with a palm of the hand, the demons in the whole world were terrified, and the sect even disbanded on the spot, and the demons hid themselves until the Buddha's Nirvana."
　　 "Why is this?"
　　 "Without him, it is said that when the sect was founded, he provoked Shaolin, and the Buddha cultivated in Shaolin."
　　 The two remembered that the Xueyan Sect and others were unable to eat when they heard the news of the Buddhism Tupai, and they couldn't help but laugh.
　　 The wind blew up in the afternoon, and the clouds covered the sky again.
　　 It rained at night and the convoy was stuck in a meadow and could not move.
　　 Li Dingxun leaned against the wall of the carriage and took a nap, hearing the sound of heavy rain mixed with scattered horseshoes.
　　 "So courageous!"
　　 A Ang Zang man broke through the rain curtain, as if a big whale jumped out of the sea. The band of bandits who came in the dark saw the dark shadows flickering, and then a series of muffled firecrackers sounded, suppressed in the night rain.
　　 Raindrops mixed with blood and water poured on the yellow thatch in autumn. The moist and muddy ground exuded a fishy smell, just like a predator’s mouth odor, and human flesh and bones would eventually return to the roots.
　　 The next day, a few people in the convoy went out for convenience. Seeing the stumps and broken arms scattered on the ground, they screamed and ran back screaming.
　　 Li Dingxun held a bowl of water, chewed a few mouthfuls of white rice balls, and swallowed them with clear water.
　　 Su Mo's face was a little pale, "You didn't have to work so hard, this scene is very ugly."
　　 "Li Mouxiang pursues the principle of simplicity, do you know what simplicity is?"
　　 "What is simplicity?"
　　 "One horizontal and one vertical, the strong live, the weak die."
　　 "How can someone like you discuss Zen with you?"
　　 "Zen is inseparable from the Tao. People live in the world and fall into the woods. I punch because they die. They die as a result. I don't care how ugly death is."
　　 "Pifu."
　　 "It's the husband, but the gentleman would like to accompany him to do a major event in the world?"
　　 Li Dingxun spoke upright, splendid and proud, and it was heartbreaking. The scholar Su Mo also felt an unprecedented rush of blood in his heart.
　　 "You said, what's the big deal?"
　　 "Imitate the Buddha of the year and razed the outside world."
　　 "Blood Yanjiao?"
　　 "That's right! It is the religion that believes in Xiangshu."
　　 "I can't believe in your martial arts."
　　 Li Dingxun laughed and punched!
　　 A punch is like a drill, the fist and wind whimper like a ghost, and the spirit is like a landslide!
　　 "Good strength!" Su Mo praised, and the ivory fan around his waist flew into his palm, opening the fan like a jade shield.
　　 There is a fist that can break steel on one side, and a thin and tough white paper on the other. The two fought against each other, the fist wind slammed into a dense infuriating energy, and the remaining power remained undiminished.
　　 "It has long been heard that there are six arts of gentlemen in Shangzhen Academy, which are unpredictable. Is it fortunate to see Li today?"
　　 Su Mo shook his head, "A gentleman wears a sword, so he will not show it to others easily."
　　 "Unfortunately, Confucian scholars are disappointed." Li Dingxun sighed, "Since we don't want to fight by force, it's better for us to fight against each other."
　　 "Good too."
　　 "Just bet I can kill the monster."
　　 "This is not a fight, this is gambling."
　　 "Just treat it as your denial, then if I win, you will advertise it for me."
　　 "Why do you do it?"
　　 Li Dingxun smiled and said, "Isn’t it all the case for people in the world to seek fame and fortune?"
　　 The scholar said: "If you win, I will ask you to go to the restaurant and drink for three days as a congratulation."
　　 "A word is definite."
　　 "A word is definite."
　　……
　　 In November, I left Guangdong and entered Fujian.
　　 The land of Fuzhou is lively and prosperous. Because there are many banyan trees in the city, it is named as Banyan City.
　　 While the convoy was resting, Li Dingxun and Su Mo had a good tour and tasted delicious food.
　　 From the famous Buddha jumping over the wall to the spring roll rice noodles on the streets and alleys, there is a dazzling array of delicious food.
　　 In December, I left Fujian and entered Jiangnan.
　　 "The land has beautiful lakes and mountains, the first state in southeast", when I came to Hangzhou, I had to go to the West Lake, and I couldn't miss a piece of Xihucuyu. Rent a painting boat, tour the lake and admire the scenery, and the breeze is blowing in your mind. It's a pity that it was not coincidentally. After two days, it was covered with clouds, and I couldn't see the scene of the moon reflected in the three pools. It is a fly in the ointment.
　　……
　　 The twelfth of the first lunar month~EbookFREE.me~ The two arrived in Jiangbei Bloody Valley.
The Xueyanjiao was in the depths of a basin swamp, over a low mound, and looking around, there was a dark mud puddle, exuding miasma, so that a layer of gray mist shrouded in the sky, reflecting a faint light in the sun. The color halo, like the reflection of the scales of a group of pythons, is evil and profound.
　　 In such an unseeable thick fog, there is a silent building, like the towering back shell of an old tortoise. Clouds and mist flowing between the beams and pillars of the building, like a poisonous flow of blood, pumping this outer core.
　　 "That's the Holy City of Blood." Su Mo fanned his fan, "Contemporary leader Yu Yuandi, an assistant leader, and a wife of the assistant leader, these three are the mainstays of the evil way."
　　 "Then kill the three of them first."
"More than that," Su Mo shook his head, "This sect is quite secretive. There are three ways and nine streams, including ancient witchcraft, shaman demon spirits, and so on. Countless people wanted to find out, but they fell to nothing. The core figures in the sect are all people who are connected to the devil, who do not enter the pure land and cannot be superborn..."
　　 "Since you don't want to enter the pure land, it is reasonable to give them a life-long life. Scholar, wait here. I don't come back in three days, so let's go!"
　　 Li Dingxun is wearing armor and standing on the top of the mountain. He is not like a human being, not a living thing, but more like a city, a heroic city.
　　 Su Mo watched him rush down the mountain, deep into the thick fog, shouting and killing, mixed with thunderous howls, like a battle of ten thousand armies.
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