MTL - The Melon-eating Swordsman In the Ancient Dragon World-Chapter 284 The lama who appeared in Shu
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Chapter 284 The Lama Appears in Shu
I have to say that Ma Xiuzhen’s legs are really long, which Su Shaoying couldn’t put down.
“Would you like to go down the mountain with me?”
“Forget it, the second and fourth sons have just left, and you and the senior brother are leaving too. I’d better stay on the mountain to accompany the master.”
“Unexpectedly, he is still the most sensible person.”
“Where do you put your hands?”
“Let me feel if you are the biggest.”
“Who else have you touched?!”
"I've touched a lot of people, and there are four or five people who are more famous than you -"
Ma Xiuzhen chuckled and said, "I don't believe it. The four famous tigresses in the world are all friends with Lu Xiaofeng."
Su Shaoying sneered, "What kind of tigresses are they? They are not even worthy of carrying my woman's shoes."
“How are you leaving?” Su Shaoying asked.
Before Su Shaoying finished speaking, he saw a large ship floating down the upper reaches of the Qingyi River. A five-color prayer flag was erected on the bow, and several tantric lamas were standing on the deck.
Su Shaoying, “…”
Ma Xiuzhen bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes sparkling, thinking that Su Shaoying was talking about herself. In a moment of excitement, she rubbed herself into Su Shaoying's arms.
Su Shaoying gave a thumbs up, "You know Qinggong, you are awesome!"
“Then let’s…”
“Where did the lama come from in Sichuan?” Su Shaoying asked, “Did he come from the temple on the mountain?”
Zhang Yingfeng laughed and said, "Since you are going to Huguang, let's say goodbye."
It was already early the next morning, and he and Zhang Yingfeng had already descended from Mount Emei and arrived at the intersection of Qingyi River and Dadu River.
“Why don’t you take the waterway to the south of the Yangtze River, and then take the Grand Canal to Beijing?” Su Shaoying asked, “This saves a lot of effort!”
“I don’t know, I haven’t heard of it.” Zhang Yingfeng shook his head.
Zhang Yingfeng is going north to the capital, and Su Shaoying is going to eat the melons of the Embroidered Bandit. Their destination is Yangcheng, Lingnan, and the first stop out of Sichuan is naturally Sanxiang, Huguang.
Let alone Yao Yue and Lian Xing, even Ding Baiyun and Lan Yueyi are not something Xue Bing and Jiang Qingxia can deal with, and Gongsun Lan is about the same.
In addition, most of them are from the Huayan Sect lineage and are not from the same lineage as the Tantric Lamas.
Zhang Yingfeng, “…”
…
In addition to Taoist temples, there are also temples on Mount Emei, and there are even many masters among them, but they are incomparable to the Emei Sect.
“Of course we entered Shaanxi from Hanzhong and then went all the way north.” Zhang Yingfeng said.
Zhang Yingfeng looked at Su Shaoying like a fool, "How much time will it take?"
Since one of them is heading north and the other is heading south, they cannot walk the same way.
The two of them stayed aside, and then saw the big ship arriving at the confluence of the rivers. It did not intend to turn to the west to approach Mount Emei, but sailed towards the lower reaches of the Dadu River, apparently intending to enter the Minjiang River, and then continue southward.
“It turns out that I didn’t go to Mount Emei.” Zhang Yingfeng said.
Su Shaoying rubbed her nose awkwardly, nodded and said, "Okay, let's just say goodbye."
Watching Zhang Yingfeng leave, Su Shaoying hired a boat in Leshan and headed south.
Su Shaoying was not in a hurry, so the boatman saved some effort and slowly went down the river. But the boat was faster, and he soon caught up with the big boat and saw the lamas standing on the boat.
Su Shaoying saw them, and they naturally saw Su Shaoying. An older-looking lama suddenly appeared at the stern of the boat and saluted Su Shaoying, "This person is a young knight from the Emei sect. What's important?"
The old lama's voice was not loud, but every word sounded very clearly in Su Shaoying's ears, revealing his profound internal skills.
"Hello, Master!" Su Shaoying cupped his hands, "It's okay. I'm just dropping by. I'm going to Jiangnan."
The other party was the first to talk and didn't sign up for her number. Of course, Su Shaoying would not lower her status.
It's all useless talking, who doesn't know how to do it?
"That's it." The old lama nodded, his eyes flashed twice, and he stretched out his hand to guide him, "Young hero, the boat is fast, please come first."
Su Shaoying raised his eyebrows. Although he did not respond directly, he did not deny it. In fact, he had already accepted the Emei sect, which could be regarded as giving the old lama some face.
He thought that after asking about his inheritance, the old lama would invite him to take a boat ride with him to build connections and make friends. But in the end, he was asked to go first. This was...
Don’t want to get too close to them?
What secrets are on their ship?
Su Shaoying nodded, not caring, and let the boatman pass quickly.
The small boat quickly passed by the big ship and soon distanced itself from the big ship. Su Shaoying looked back and saw two more speedboats skimming out from the other side of the Minjiang River and approaching the big ship.
The old lama frowned and prepared to drive away again.
“Swish swish!”
The next moment, several people emerged from the awnings of the small boat. They raised their hands one after another, and poisonous needles, poisonous darts, and poisonous caltrops flew through the air. Immediately, several lamas who had not noticed were hit by hidden weapons screamed and fell into the water. The oldest lama was almost hit.
what's the situation?
With a flash of his eyes, Su Shaoying saw the people on the bows of the two boats wearing brocade clothes, fish skin gloves on both hands, and leopard leather bags hanging on both sides of the waist.
Tangmen master!
Why did the masters of the Tang Sect come to attack this lama ship?
“Slow down, slow down.” Su Shaoying hurriedly called to the boatman, “Pull over to the side, give way to the channel, and keep your distance!”
"Nicha Zabu! You seriously injured my third uncle and fled back to Tibet. It would have been fine if you never lived in China. Now you dare to enter Sichuan. Do you think that there is no one in our Tang clan?"
The old lama's face was dark and he stared down, "I had a fair duel with Tang Jingyi. Could it be that the Tang Sect couldn't afford to lose?"
"Get out of here, you son of a bitch. There's no way you can wait for my third uncle to use up all his hidden weapons before we can fight in a fair duel. You have the nerve to say it out loud!" A young man scolded sternly and shot a flying knife with his backhand. Straight into the old lama's chest.
The old lama did not dare to catch the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, so he could only dodge it sideways and then instruct the other lamas to avoid it.
The four young men in the two small boats each reached into their leopard leather pouches and grabbed a few hidden weapons. Then they all jumped forward to get on the boat to pursue them.
“Buzz buzz!”
The next moment, there were several bowstring sounds, and a dozen arrows suddenly shot out from the cabin, hitting the four young people who were about to board the ship.
“Bow and arrows!”
"careful!"
The four young men were not weak in martial arts. They twisted and turned in mid-air to block or dodge. Although they were not hit by bows and arrows, they ultimately failed to step onto the ship and had to fall back again.
But at the same time, they also threw out the hidden weapons in their hands, and then several more miserable screams were heard on the ship.
The next moment, the four people fell back. Two of them successfully fell back into the boat, while the other two fell into the water.
So the small boat had to stop to save people, and the big ship took this opportunity to distance itself, with the sails fully loaded, and went straight down the river, and soon passed Su Shaoying, who had already pulled over.
“Tangmen!”
The old lama appeared at the stern of the boat again, looking at the two boats behind him with a gloomy look. He glanced at Su Shaoying from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but glare at him.
If he hadn't dispelled his vigilance the first time, how could he not care the second time?
(End of this chapter)
