The Traverser of Marvel World

ps: I sent the baby back to his mother-in-law's house today, and I didn't get home until 7:00 in the evening. This chapter is a bit late, and there is another chapter to follow, and it will resume normal update tomorrow. "Apex Fiction,

The wind and sand all over the sky not only made it difficult to walk in this wilderness, but even blocked the sight within a few feet.

Shifang, who was following behind his master, was forced down the steep slope by the head-on wind and dust.

After finally struggling to climb up in the wind and sand, he accidentally looked down, but was shocked to find that his master was walking down the mountain road.

That's not to mention, when he went to a place to take a break after all the hard work to keep up with his master's steady pace, he had just opened the rice bag he carried with him before he could eat it, and Shifang found that the original white rice had been stained. It was full of dust.

Thanks to Zen Master Baiyun, he has traveled more bridges than Shifang. Even in such a harsh environment, he can still calmly solve the problem of eating with his large sleeves.

On the outskirts of Guobei County, Shi Fang, who found that the dark clouds were coming, quickly came to a grass tent with his master to take shelter from the rain.

Not long after sitting here, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

Just when Shifang, who quenched his thirst after drinking the rainwater, rejoiced that his bad luck was not too bad, he found a skull sitting under his buttocks for who knows how long he had been here.

If it's just like this, it's fine, as a monk, a young monk who travels around with his master.

Especially in today's chaotic era of cannibalism, the existence of skulls, which are enough to frighten ordinary people, has long been familiar to Shifang.

But what I never expected was that the skull was randomly thrown to a place here. Over there, I saw a bunch of bandits with swords and blades rushing over from the grass.

"I don't know that human head!" Shi Fang, who thought he was unlucky again, ran away with his head in his arms, and loudly defended himself.

Change it to normal. These gangsters who make their living entirely by licking blood with knives will definitely be happy to have in-depth exchanges with the innocent Shifang.

But right now, these guys don't care about each other at all. It's about running in one direction as fast as you want.

Just as all the gangsters ran over ten directions into the barren grass that was almost one height high, one man and one horse appeared.

"Give me back that money!"

A man named Yan Chi jumped from his horse and landed in front of the gangster's escape route,

While speaking, turning around with a broad sword in hand is a slash.

This cut immediately proved that running the fastest often doesn't always save you from danger, and even kills you because of it.

No, the gangster who ran at the front had no time to dodge, and was beheaded by the sword that looked like an antelope hanging horns.

"Whoever gets the money goes first!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The gangster, who was frightened by the sword but still unwilling to give up the money he got, retreated wildly in the direction he came and went while talking.

This obvious behavior of courting death. The old saying "man dies for money, bird dies for food" was soon verified.

Faced with Yan Chixia's fierce swordsmanship, this group of gangsters who robbed houses and did all kinds of crimes seemed to be cutting vegetables and melons, killing one with one sword.

Just when the sword light and the stump flew together, and the blood and the screams were the same, suddenly a clear singing sound came from a distance in the rain:

Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.

Bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly beat horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain Ren Pingsheng.

"Um?"

Zen Master Baiyun, who was sitting cross-legged in the hut to avoid the rain, completely ignoring that his apprentice Shifang was in danger, stopped the scriptures he was reciting.

Not to mention how high the literary talent contained in this poem is, when the first word Mo sounds. Obviously the sound came from far away.

But almost at the moment when the last new character just fell, Shifang, who was about to be splashed with blood splashed in the air, felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he looked closely, he realized that he had returned to the hut at some point among.

at the same time. At the same time, there was a voice that made people feel good, saying:

"Little monk, in this troubled world, it's better to be careful."

"Ah?" He followed the trend. The foolish Shifang realized that there was a young man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat beside him at some point.

Fortunately, these days of wandering with the master are not in vain, although I still have some confusion about the situation. But Shifang finally knew that he was able to get out of danger and return to the hut, probably because of the other party's help. Heshi then said:

"Thank you for the kindness of this benefactor."

While talking, Shifang also looked at this ordinary man in front of him with curious eyes.

Just kidding, if you can get yourself back to the hut in the same environment just now, if you say that the other party is not a strange person, Shi Fang will not believe it.

But traveling with my master for so long, Shifang has seen a lot of people, and this kind of hermit is the first time a girl has encountered this kind of strange person in a sedan chair.

In addition, this guy is at an age where he is naturally jumpy, so how could he not be curious.

"The so-called red flowers, white lotuses and green lotus leaves, the three religions are originally one family, that is, fellow Taoists, why bother to thank them."

The man who let go of his right hand finished speaking with a smile, and made a salute to Zen Master Baiyun who was still sitting in the corner of the thatched shed, and said with a smile:

"This master, you are polite."

"This Taoist priest, please be polite." Zen Master Baiyun, who stood up and saluted with palms together, said seriously.

It was the first time to see his master greet someone so solemnly, and the surprise and curiosity in Shifang's eyes became more and more intense.

It's a pity that the man in the coir raincoat didn't stop much after seeing the ceremony.

Instead, he left a sentence "Treasure the road ahead." After that, he left in the heavy rain.

At this time, Yan Chixia, who chased and killed the gangsters for his own money, hadn't even finished killing them.

"What a supernatural power!" Zen Master Baiyun suddenly said while standing in the grass shed and looking at the direction where the figure was leaving.

"Master, what supernatural power? Are you talking about that Taoist priest?" Shi Fang, who was standing next to Master Zhengjia, asked curiously.

"If it wasn't him, could it be you?" Zen Master Baiyun said after glancing at his silly apprentice.

"I wish I had that supernatural power, so I don't need to travel so hard." Shi Fang, who thought his master was talking about his rescue, murmured.

"You, talk less and do more."

Zen Master Baiyun, who was too lazy to explain the truth to the other party, had just finished speaking, and the murder scene over there finally stopped.

Going out with a light step, it seems that there is no difference from normal walking, but in fact, the figure that spanned several feet in an instant stopped in the open space thousands of meters away.

Although the continuous rain curtain wets the whole coir raincoat and bamboo hat, it is strange that no matter the man's robe or the straw sandals under his feet, not to mention the water, even the smoke and dust raised by the wind and sand Not the slightest bit of contamination. (To be continued..)