Chapter 121 Borrowing Method

121 Borrowing

"Taoist priest."

His palms opened and closed left and right as if he was controlling scriptures. As the cumulus clouds above his head were about to touch his hair, Xiang Jiannan hunched over with a deathly pale face.

All the green energy that he summoned was destroyed. As the energy increased, the sparks on the scriptures around him appeared more frequently, and his mouth became dry.

I could smell the burning hair, and it would pop up from time to time, leaving me with nowhere to hide.

"Don't talk."

At this point, there was nothing more to say between him and Lao Nie, but he kept talking while his hands did not stop, as if he was asking me if I had any last words to leave behind.

As a tough young man, Xiang Jiannan only hoped that Old Nie would act faster.

Begging for mercy is definitely useless. Old Nie came here with murderous intentions. Give me a death that doesn't hurt much.

Although he said it in a tough manner, he was praying silently in his heart. There is no one who is not afraid of death. Seeing himself being devoured bit by bit, the desire to survive had already been awakened by the cold sweat soaking his back.

"hehe."

There was just a cold laugh across the scripture. As Xiang Jiannan expected, Old Nie had the intention to kill from the very beginning. He was a man who would pursue results when he took action, especially after he easily subdued Xiang Jiannan.

The civil official was cunning. After sending the young Taoist priest to the west, he wanted to go back to the county town to find Prefect Sun and County Magistrate Lin to reminisce about the past.

“Everything is like a dream bubble”

He murmured a Buddhist chant and suddenly put his hands together, causing the scriptures surrounding Xiang Jiannan to shrink instantly. A hint of excitement appeared in Old Nie's eyes.

This is the look he uses most often every time he sends someone to the west, just because he feels he has done another good thing.

Saving people from the sea of ​​suffering is a great merit.

Suddenly~~~ flames appeared all around him, and he was unable to open his eyes for a moment due to the smoke. Xiang Jiannan knew that his time was up, and he struggled desperately to move, but his space for movement was limited.

The air was filled with the smell of death. Under the smoke and fire, there was not only pain, but also a sense of suffocation everywhere. Consciousness began to spiral out of control.

"That old man, stop it now!"

Just as Xiang Jiannan was about to faint from the scorching heat, a voice came into his ears in the midst of chaos. The voice sounded very familiar, and just one sentence made the air around him instantly fresh.

After escaping death, he opened his eyes and found that the scriptures flowing around him had all disappeared. Only the cumulus cloud was still hovering above his head, and the golden light that bound his limbs was being taken away bit by bit by it.

"Who are you?"

First he heard Old Nie's unhappy tone, then when he saw who was coming, Xiang Jiannan suddenly felt like crying.

It was almost over. The only one who could come forward to save him at this time must be a relative. The person who came was Song Erle, who was traveling lightly and holding a wooden sword in his hand.

It should be him who helped me break the situation just now, as the direction of the sword was pointing right at where I was.

"People in the underworld, stop asking questions!"

Facing Lao Nie's tough attitude, Song Erle flipped the wooden sword in his hand and changed to holding the sword with his left hand. He shouted to Xiang Jiannan from a distance with an extremely ambiguous tone:

"Taoist, do you still remember that night?"

I remember your uncle.

His Taoist robe was full of holes. When Xiang Jiannan heard Song Erle wanted to make a joke, he was in no mood to do so.

The feeling of escaping death is so wonderful. Now I feel sore all over. It doesn’t matter why Song Erle suddenly appeared here. Anyway, no matter what reason he gives, I, Xiang Jiannan, choose to believe it.

I'm grateful for your kindness. Please do me another favor and beat up this old man named Lao Nie.

"Come here quickly."

Holding the wooden sword, signaling Old Nie not to move, Song Erle spoke with the demeanor of a gangster, arrogant and domineering, as if he had countless younger brothers standing behind him:

"Old man, how dare you touch my people!"

"Are you here to die too?"

As expected, he did not move when being pointed at by Song Erle. His eyes narrowed into a line again, and Old Nie's tone gradually became colder.

This kid just used a wooden sword to break his Buddhist seal. He was so young and couldn't see the way.

He stared at Song Erle quietly until Xiang Jiannan stood beside him, then he asked a question.

The little Taoist priest is no longer a concern, but the helper who just appeared seems a little tricky.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing Xiang Jiannan covered in dust and dirt at the moment, Song Erle was glad that he had arrived in time. The little Taoist priest walked with a limp. If he had arrived a little later, he would probably have had to put him in a box if he wanted to take him back. He walked a few steps and it was difficult for him to be serious. When it came to his lips, all turned into a smile.

He held back his anger and quickly looked at the old man in front of him.

"You old man, you are quite ruthless." He sneered at Old Nie's threat, turned his head and signaled Xiang Jiannan not to worry. While speaking, Song Erle actually took two steps forward aggressively.

"Two choices, you go or we go, old man, you only have one chance!"

So domineering!

Seeing Song Erle's full of momentum, Xiang Jiannan just felt that this young man was too handsome now. He raised his dark face and glared at Lao Nie, waiting to avenge his previous humiliation.

No one would do that. He would take someone's life right away. Although Xiang Jiannan is not that cruel, it does not mean that Song Erle beside him is not that cruel.

"No more talk, just get started."

Without patience to wait for Lao Nie's answer, when he seemed to be thinking, Xiang Jiannan bared his white teeth and roared at Song Erle. He was full of confidence, but was a little confused after Song Erle spoke: "Taoist, stop making trouble, I can't beat him."

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"!"

He didn't understand why Song Erle didn't speak more quietly when he said this. Seeing that Old Nie not far away had heard it, the momentum that Xiang Jiannan had just shown disappeared completely.

You are so fierce even though you can't win. Why didn't you say it earlier? Are you really here to die?

Good brother, are you afraid that I will be lonely?

I thank you!

Just as he was stunned, he saw that Old Nie had raised his hand, without saying a word, with even more murderous intent in his eyes.

Song Erle told his enemy his full strength. Was he trying to play the pig and eat the tiger? Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem that smart.

"It's just a trifle."

As a huge Buddha's hand condensed faintly beside Old Nie, Song Erle still looked fearless. He pointed the wooden sword in his hand directly at the sky and muttered:

"I can't beat him, but there are people who can."

"who?"

He felt that the sky and the earth suddenly became gloomy. When the strong wind was howling, Xiang Jiannan steadied his body and asked with difficulty, the pressure displayed by Old Nie was much weaker than it is now. In just a few breaths, he could not even see his figure clearly.

I barely opened my eyes amid the raging sandstorm, and only the golden Buddha's hand could be seen occasionally.

"Your master!"

He roared in his throat as if his throat was choked by sand and stones. Song Erle's speech made people feel that he was having difficulty. Pulling his clothes and looking at the lightning and thunder in the sky, Xiang Jiannan couldn't help but tremble at the power rolling in the dark clouds.

When Song Erle's left hand holding the sword seemed to stir a few times, the sound was already deafening: "Old Taoist priest, please show your power quickly!"

Wow~~~ Boom~~~

Bang, bang, bang~~~~ Several lightning bolts struck the ground, the dust settled, and Xiang Jiannan collapsed on the ground, breathing desperately.

Nine Heavens Thunder Method, N times the attack! If he was hit, he would have been blown to pieces. In front of him, he could only see a torn piece of clothing.

Old Nie must have run away.

"Little Taoist priest, are you okay?"

Sitting on the ground, he hadn't even caught his breath when he saw the carriage that had left earlier galloping towards him. Xiang Jiannan didn't have the energy to answer his questions.

It's okay, I just feel a little exhausted. I'm obviously just a bystander. This driver really has professional ethics. I, Xiang Jiannan, will definitely not lose a penny of the money.

"Wait, I'll be back soon!"

Seeing the mess on the ground and seeing the young Taoist priest and another breathless man smiling at each other, the coachman suddenly felt very heroic. He left a few words and turned around, leaving Xiang Jiannan puzzled.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to avenge you. That guy is still ahead of me. This time, I'm going to destroy his carriage!"

(End of this chapter)