555 The Leaping Birds (2/2)
However, if anyone dared to disrespect the Youngest Uncle, they might put up a desperate fight, because the black donkey was dead, so was the Youngest Uncle who could never again speak for himself.
Ning Que was the most professional killer. However, due to Sangsang's illness, after entering the Tile Mountain, he had been constraining himself to not kill.
At this moment, he did not want to endure anymore. He tightened the bowstring with his fingers, buzzing and indicating that if the arrow was shot, someone must be killed.
”I didn't feel as if anyone was trying to warn me.”
He looked at the yellow-clothed old monk and said, ”But I am warning you this time. If you stop me when my carriage passes the bridge, I will kill you.”
If he said who was going to die, the person would die.
Looking at his quiet and calm face, no one would doubt his determination and abilities.
The expert of the Sword Garret, Cheng Ziqing sighed in his mind when he saw this. He stepped forward and was going to stop Ning Que.
However, he stopped after only taking one step, because he found that even he could not break through Ning Que's arrow intent.
The black horse carriage slowly moved towards the bridge.
The yellow-clothed old monk stood up, calm and decided. He was ready to sacrifice himself.
Who could stop this?
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At this moment, a clear ringing suddenly sounded on the mountain road.
The bell was loud and clear, with softness and mercy.
Hearing the bell, several kingfishers flew out of the bamboo grove and landed on the mountain road, leaping towards the bell sounds, as if the devout followers worshipped the mountain.
An old voice bitterly screamed. An elderly woman uncoordinatedly broke the peace on the mountain and froze the leaping birds.
”Ning Que, you're still as cold-blooded and overbearing as usual. Do all the Tangs act in this way? Do you forget that this is the Lanke Temple? Do you really think no cultivator dares to challenge the authority of the Academy?”
A moment later, another powerful voice sounded on the mountain path. It sounded like the bell of an ancient temple as well as the gentle singing of Buddha, which cheered the birds up once again.
”Even if you are from the Academy, how dare you kill in the Buddhist Heartland?”