Although the Taoist priest and the monk acted a little unrestrained, especially their attitude towards Lin Moshan's sects, Chen Feng felt a kinship. So he smiled and said: "The so-called grandmaster, first, must be famous, have great achievements, be respected, admired, and have many scholars, and be regarded as a teacher; The second is that it can neither be self-proclaimed nor implied that others are banned. Those who are self-appointed can be said to be ignorant of the height of the sky, and people not only will not admit it, but will end up talking and laughing stock; Suggesting that others are crowned with titles, and crowning champions, grandmasters, and masters under the advice of one or two people, if they cannot be recognized by the public, can only show the shamelessness of the high, and the shallowness, ignorance, or flattery of the lowly people. The grandmaster must be virtuous and learned, and everyone expects it. Since ancient times, the secret world has been full of talents, and it is as bright as the stars, but if you talk about the grandmaster, Hongfeng Island is in a corner, but I am afraid that there is really none. Chen Feng's words were mostly from his experience since he broke into the secret realm. Lin Moshan's various sects are really not praised by him.

As soon as Chen Feng's words were finished, they caused the two of them to laugh. Chen Feng couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that what he said was so unpopular?

The monk was silent, but the Taoist priest stroked his palms and smiled, saying, "Wonderful, wonderful!" ”

As they spoke, the three of them had reached an isolated valley.

The valley is a deep valley, but people are not necessarily elegant people. How many years of grievances, to end here, must be a big thing to ruin the scenery. Chen Feng had been let go by the two. He was not in a hurry to leave, and began to observe the situation in the valley.

There are no bright colors, only plain colors and tranquility; There is no cloud rolling comfort, only steep mountains. ——It is really a place isolated from the world, and it is really a good place that is conducive to breaking off.

"What a good place, no wonder the secret people in the neighborhood choose this place if they know about personal grievances. It's a pity that how many people are buried here. The Taoist priest said.

"Taoist, you have a skin. Dust to dust, earth to earth, and self-reincarnation. The monk recited the Buddha's name, and then confronted the Taoist priest. If this continues, it may not be long before someone will be splattered with blood on the spot.

"Do you remember when we trekked through the mountains for those few torn books?" The Taoist priest looked at the surrounding mountains and asked softly.

"Amitabha! When the color of Chinese New Year's Eve is shrouded, the autumn insects murmur, a passion, but also unforgettable. The monk looked at the sky and fell into a speechlessness.

The Taoist priest took out a stick-like thing, shook it slightly, and a rod that was originally folded together appeared. Domineering and murderous aura surged in the air, and the monk's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that Chen Feng was unmoved, the Taoist priest became more and more surprised, but he did not continue to ask anything.

"This is the Heavenly King?" The monk asked.

The Taoist priest nodded.

Chen Feng stayed in the Southern Tang Dynasty for a while, but he knew the Heavenly King. The fame of the Heavenly King does not belong to the secret realm, it belongs to the rivers and lakes and the court, and belongs to the thousands of Li people. A hundred years ago, the Northern Han Dynasty produced many generals who could fight well, and they all set their sights on the Southern Tang Dynasty. After years of fighting, the Southern Tang Dynasty was defeated and retreated. At this time, a reckless figure in the rivers and lakes of the Southern Tang Dynasty joined the army, and led the male soldiers he recruited and trained to expel the invading enemies of the Northern Han Dynasty to the north of the Pan River, consolidating the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

After becoming famous, this god-like figure did not covet power, retreated bravely, and was crowned the king of heaven by the imperial court. His people are nowhere to be found, but what they used is left behind, and they are worshipped. Therefore, when the Taoist priest took out the Heavenly King, Chen Feng also felt excited. Although he had no feelings for the Southern Tang Dynasty, the pole in front of him was already a symbol of national righteousness, which made him admire.

The Taoist priest stroked his hand and let out a sigh that was incompatible with his identity, "I think back then, how graceful this was on the battle array, but when it came to my hand, it was buried in dust." ”

"Amitabha! The world is unpredictable. I suggest that the King of Heaven should still focus on the common people in the world, and after returning to the Southern Tang Dynasty, you should kill less and resist the northern soldiers more. The gray-clothed old monk clasped his palms together, "I have been a white ginseng for so many years of Zen, and when I think of the murderous northern soldiers, my blood is still surging, and I can't wait to kill tens of thousands more!" ”

Chen Feng couldn't help but be stunned, if what the monk said was true, the Taoist priest in front of him turned out to be a great hero who fought against the Northern Han Dynasty a hundred years ago.

"Let's start......" The Heavenly King Daoist sighed, and then picked up.

Are you about to start fighting for your life? Chen Feng really couldn't guess what grievances they had, and they needed to be resolved in this way.

The monk didn't say a word, and actually took out a red one from his arms.

It was the first time that Chen Feng had discovered that the battle between the secret masters and the contrast of weapons were so disparity.

Who would have thought that the two of them would walk together in front of a huge mountain wall.

"Amitabha! It's really time to make a break! The monk looked at it and said, "This red dust tribulation was given to me by her own hands back then, and it has been dusty for a long time. After today's end, I want it to kill some more northerners! When the monk said this, his face showed a fierce color, as if he was a worldly person.

Chen Feng knew that there were also secrets in the army, but as a commander-in-chief, his cultivation was not the first. The duel of the army depends on the number of people and the battle array, which is a different duel from the battle of the secret one. The Taoist priests and monks in front of him seem to have something to do with the military. I don't know what kind of competition the two use. Listening to what they said before, the cultivation was damaged and has not been restored to this day. If it was not bad as expected, they should have been at least high-level secret masters or even secret sect-like figures. Their duel must have been unusually exciting!

However, to Chen Feng's surprise, the conclusion of the two turned out to be like this-

The Taoist priest and the monk flew up at the same time, one on the left of the rock wall, one on the right side of the rock wall, one with the Heavenly King, one with the red dust robbery, and began to engrave.

The inscription on the rock wall is a test of weapons, a secret power, and a kung fu of flying eaves and walls in the rivers and lakes. The two of them are excellent in this regard, and between tossing and turning, the lettering is also fast. For a moment, sparks were scattered on the rock wall, and debris flew wildly. The two ended almost at the same time, falling to the ground.

"Little friend, please divide yourself." The Taoist priest and the monk all looked unfazed.

Chen Feng first looked at the monk's carving, which is a song "Touching the Fish":

"The red dust, the river waves are like a waterfall, and the hidden whip drives the Xuanzhuo. For him, a piece of Hanshan stone until the red cloud sky is five. Thinking about the Tao, the public is in the twilight. Kanegawa Xiaonagisa. The Shao stone is towering to the sky, and the county network should be recorded, and it will be divided for me.

Brocade paintings, full sleeves are still suspicious of incense mist. Urging people to be rich and rich. Lingyun saw that today is like a stone, and the phoenix is ninety percent of the dance. Annoying. Ask Jin Jing Iron Tire, do you still remember Kaiyuan. The seal is sent to. But the day is sent to the river bridge, the drunken shoot is eliminated, and the river is full of wine. ”

Obviously, this poem "Touching the Fish" was written for a woman, and perhaps that woman was the owner of the Red Dust Tribulation.