Fugui and the others hurriedly ran out of the tavern, and the kung fu Tuoba Liang carried the Yishen Gongzi who had already disappeared without a trace, and when Fugui ran out, he looked down at the poor mule, scolded and roared a few times, but he led the other two horses out of the intersection,

Jiang Cheng was also very flustered, his face was pale with fright, it took a while to relieve himself, his personality is very kind and a shy guy, but at this time, Zhang Fugui is the backbone, but Niu Er is not afraid at all, he followed behind with a smile, but he led the old black horse for Fugui for a while,

I turned around and couldn't find the purple-clothed Jiang Youye, and I didn't know where the woman had gone, thinking that it was the rest of her life after the catastrophe, and she had long since disappeared, Fugui spit twice at the loess surface, but when he turned over the horse, he saw Yuan Jianzhi, who was a little weaker.

"And the sword will be returned to you... I don't know where Chu Jingjue took that monk... I, Yuan Jianzhi, want to say thank you to Chu Jingjue, I won't be able to find anyone..."

Although Yuan Jianzhi was injured internally, coupled with the hunger and fullness for several days, his body was thin, but he spoke very methodically, but he was very organized, but he was full of like a martial artist who often floated on the rivers and lakes.

Fugui caught the red phoenix sword and inserted it on the side of the saddle, he was holding a knife in his hand, it was the wind knife that fell in the tavern, but it was not refined, the sword light was cold and made Yuan Jianzhi glance sideways a few times, and he was really impressed in his heart, cooking is indeed a treasure knife that can't be wrong, Chu was surprised to realize that the identity of the young man was Ling Yuan Jianzhi also had the intention of wanting to have a good relationship,

As early as when he was in Jianmen Mountain, Brother Xiu revealed Chu Jingjue's true identity in front of Yuan Jianzhi, it was the inheritance disciple of the Jiudu Mountain Demon Sect, and it was also the personal disciple of Han Shen, who was once famous in the rivers and lakes.

"Hey, Brother Yuan, where are you going, I just walked around, those barbarians seem to be running faster than us, the monk who came out of nowhere does have some skills, and he scared away those gangsters with three fists and two palms... If you want to find out what to do, let's go all the way... It's just late, I really don't know where the surprise has gone..."

Fugui jumped off the horse, shook off the reins, and handed Yuan Jianzhi a wine gourd, "Seeing that your face is pale, it's good to give you a pot of wine to warm up..."

Yuan Jianzhi took the wine gourd, pulled off the stopper and poured a few sips, it was indeed a little hot in his abdomen, and he was much kinder to these three guys who were not much different from Chu Jingjue's age.

"Since the monk rescued people, he thought he should be a good person, so he will stay at the inn first, and the next day we will find Chu together and be surprised..."

So a few people found an inn, opened a big room, four people two beds, and stayed, Fugui is also a big heart, Zhang Luo got a table of wine and food, everyone ate and drank, but it was Fugui to ask the few villains who seemed to be foreigners The specific origin, even this personal experiencer Yuan Jianzhi did not come out of one, two, three, and everyone slept that night without saying anything.

When night fell, the air became cold, Chu was shocked to find a lot of dry firewood, burned it next to the cave, took out dry food from the Qiankun bag, and ate two bites with Monk Zenyi,

When I was in Qingzhou, I met such a strange monk in the back mountains, tall and simple, and it was indeed the first time I met with the Southern Dynasty and Gao Fei Liangrao, and a few skirts were a big battle, and that Zen could be hung to Chu Jingjue with a palm in the dirt and suffocated to death,

But then people saved themselves again, and now this monk has saved himself twice.

These two people are martial arts cultivators with mellow energy, even if the night is cold, but they don't feel much about them coming.

Through the bonfire, Zen Yi glanced at the guy sitting opposite him staring at the flames in a daze for a while, and Zen Yi said softly, "What is the state of your Demon God Skill cultivation, I see that you can fight with that barbarian who is cultivated by the grandmaster at least a stick of incense, but you are covered in blood for others, but you yourself have no external injuries, which is also strange... That's right, you have a reverse scale body, and that Rao fist can't hurt you..."

Chu was shocked to choke on two mouthfuls of roasted cakes, swallowed a few bites, and poured a few sips of wine, and his heart sank, when he was fighting with that barbarian, he didn't feel that someone around him was secretly watching, this Zen has been working for a while? Also, although this monk looks young, his martial arts cultivation is too much higher than that barbarian, especially he can't feel the other party's qi, so he naturally can't guess what kind of cultivation this Ran Di is, but it must be too much taller than that barbarian, otherwise the person who can be beaten with just one palm spits blood,

"You've already arrived? I didn't have any external injuries, but I almost punched someone to death with three punches, Zen Yi, you are fortunate to have come out, otherwise, I would definitely have hung up, hey, I should have been on the wall to watch, not to save that Yuan Jianzhi, and that Jiang Youye is, I still haven't figured out why those two people were captured, what is the purpose of those foreigners..."

I was surprised to say casually, but I secretly teased this monk in my heart for a few words, I had already hidden my position, but I was watching the excitement, but I was about to give people to die and came out to show my skills, this monk is just right,

"Although the land area of the Qinglong Dynasty is thousands of miles away, but there are not some people thousands of miles away, the frontier has been on fire for many years, it is not surprising, to the northwest through the Gobi Desert, through the towering Kunlun Mountain, and then to the north to the extremely cold land... As for the south, when you reach Nanzhan Prefecture, you only reach the southernmost part of the Qinglong Dynasty, but further south, you don't know how big the vast wasteland in the southern Xinjiang is..."

Zen Yi spoke casually, but he took out a big bag, but what he drank was water.

Listening to this monk's few words, it seemed that he was about to give a big circle of the Qinglong Dynasty's belonging, Chu was shocked to find interest, and said with a smile,

"It's so big, it's so far, can't you go away, master? I think the soles of your feet are indeed grinding, do you want to go back and I'll buy you a pair of boots... The kind that is most comfortable... Don't worry, I still have some money in my pocket, and I won't search for it at all... Even if you buy hundreds of pairs and thousands of pairs, I'll give them to you, okay?"

I was surprised to lean on the stone wall casually, and my left hand habitually touched the wind knife, but it was empty, and my face immediately changed greatly, and I was about to jump out of an arrow step, and after running straight out of three or five steps away, it was fixed in place.

I only listened to the monk Zen Yi said, "Go to the treasure hunting knife, don't worry, your partner helped you take it, my eyes are very good... Don't panic, that knife is indeed a treasure, and the average martial artist will hit it when he sees it, but the scabbard hanging from your waist has more stories than that knife..."

Surprised and sighed, the knife was smashed into the air, but he forgot to take it in a hurry, and then he passed out on the spot, and naturally fell in that tavern, since Zen had someone to help him, he was also relieved, and the gift that his father gave him, if it was really lost, it would really become a knot that could not be untied,

Turned around and sat down again, staring at Zen with a blank face.

Zen Yi smiled and said, "I want to go through all these great rivers and mountains, but unfortunately the manpower will eventually run out... It's inevitable that a person will be uncomfortable outside, but I want to go back to the sect, I'm going to Fahua Mountain, and I met you... But I've really been to Kunlun Mountain..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chu and was surprised, and then lowered his head to eat the half of the baked cake, which was already cold and hard, but he ate very patiently.

Chu was shocked, but he pretended to be calm and leaned aside, he thought in his heart, this monk is like a thoughtful old man with an old god here, Kunlun Mountain is so big, who can he meet, is it possible to walk with Song Jinghong, how can it be,

He only pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, but he didn't speak, didn't ask any more questions, leaned aside with his arms crossed, and watched the bonfire swaying, his heart was actually a little anxious.

Zen Yi finished eating the baked cake, and took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, the slender hands were as soft and translucent as jade, not as dark and cracked as the pair of black naked feet,

"I did go to Kunlun Mountain, but I haven't met the person you think, mine is another thing..."

Zen shook his stiff neck a few times, and gently beat his thighs a few times, as if an ordinary person had been sitting for a long time, and his legs would be numb, but who could have imagined that this person could walk to the Kunlun Snow Mountain,

Here is far away from Kunlun Mountain, there are less than tens of thousands of miles, along the way is not a steep and difficult road, just to recognize the road will consume mind, fortunately Wufu has a Qiankun bag, a thing is much stronger than ordinary people, but it is also a very difficult journey is not,

Chu Jingjue pricked up his ears, his eyes were a little dazed, but he still stared at the flames, but he didn't pay attention to Zen Yi's words, in fact, he was already a little panicked in his heart, and he really didn't know what this monk wanted.

"I'm going to ask you, is your mother-in-law surnamed Song? The red-robed benefactor I met in Qingzhou earlier was for the eunuch in the prince's mansion in the capital... And your mother should be called Song Changying, Chu was shocked, you should know much better than outsiders..."

Zen Yi stared at the young man opposite with extremely clear eyes, with a calm demeanor,

Shocked to hear his mother's name, but the whole body trembled, clenched his fists and said, "My mother is dead, I have always thought that my mother is surnamed Chang, I just listened to a few words of Song Jinghong, just some guesses, but no one has ever really talked to me about this thing, my father is in a chaotic mind again, as soon as my mother leaves, my father doesn't know where to run, who do I have to ask?"

Zen Yi folded his hands and sighed, "Amitabha, the donor's day mourning is, your mother will definitely be tender enough to go to Elysium, you can rest assured, mine is your mother's... That is, your grandparents..."

Surprised nodded, meaning that the next thing was, he sat across the campfire and listened carefully,

"I met an old man named Ouyang Jiu, that person was already legs exhausted, the monk was just wandering on the road, but he met a team of people on the mountain road, chasing a single person, that person was Ouyang Jiu, at that time he had already broken his feet for the blade, I naturally couldn't look at it, stepped forward to rescue, and beat away that group of people..."

Chan Yi is that a middle-aged man he rescued last month, called Ouyang Jiu, because his feet were speaking, even his legs were rotten, or Chan Yi helped to treat him, and even his legs were cut off with a dagger, which saved the man's life.

Among the people he ran away, the highest cultivation was already Dapan Yae, Zen was kind-hearted, and he only broke a few ribs, as for in that continuous mountain, plus the wind and snow did not stop, whether he could return safely, I don't know,

This Ouyang Jiu is naturally grateful, although the monk in front of him is young, but his martial arts cultivation is also a martial arts cultivation Ouyang Jiuda, who was already a little angry, is impressed, this skirt is a music school, even if there are no legs and no feet, but he can save his life in the hands of those minions of the Qinglong Dynasty, but it is also a life that should not be extinguished.

Under the care of Chan Yi, this Ouyang Jiu did pick up a life, this person's identity only told Chan Yi that he was a mausoleum keeper, and his main surname was Liu, and he vaguely told Chan Yi that the pair of people and horses were famous Yan Lingwei in the Qinglong Dynasty, and Chan Yi did follow this person to a cemetery, the mausoleum was not on the ground, but in an extremely steep mountain col underground, but the decoration was extremely luxurious,

Zen Yi never really went under the cemetery, but just did a ritual at the door, but he just recited the Diamond Sutra.

When Ouyang Jiu was parting in Zen Yi, he asked him to help bring a few words to the Chu family in Qingzhou to a girl called Chang Ying.

"Liumen is unfortunate, the only bloodline, the emperor does not live up, and he sees the lord again. ”

It's just these sixteen words, and there is not one more word, Chan asked Ouyang Jiu again and again, but this person didn't say a word, but just confessed to help keep it secret, don't give people the entrance to the mausoleum,

That day, looking at the footless middle-aged man walking in the wind and snow on crutches, Zen Yi stood alone in the wind for a long time, and then remembered that as early as in Qingzhou, the woman who died next to the sword saint was not the woman called Chang Ying.

Chan Yi went to look for Ouyang Jiu again, but in the vast mountains, he couldn't find the entrance to the mausoleum, he was a martial arts master, and he was also lost, after leaving Kunlun Mountain, he looked for several classics, but he couldn't figure out who Liumen was.

Three months later, Chan Yi appeared in Miura County, originally thinking of going back to the temple and then going to Qingzhou City, but he met Chu Jingjue, a young man, how he was not very happy,

At this time, these came out, but Chu on the other side was confused, A-Niang had already passed away, didn't this Zen Yi have to find himself, but what does that mean? 166 Reading Network