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The old temple in the north of the city of Xifeng Town, night, sub time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold cool breeze rolls up the thick dust on the ground, the fallen leaves are fluttering, the moonlight tonight is only half left, shining on this lonely old temple, but it is more and more bleak, the two stone statues in front of the old temple are mostly mutilated, the etching of the years is more obvious on its body, the broken roof beams on the old temple are topped with collapsed tiles, the leakage of moonlight drills into this temple, only half of the door of the gate is left to cover the darkness inside, the plaque in front of the door is painted with the three words "City God Temple" can only be vaguely distinguished, Covered with a thick layer of ash and cobwebs, it looks like "no one is allowed to enter".

"Brother Wan, we've been waiting for an hour, and we haven't seen anyone?" Ye Feng has been squatting in the dense grass not far from the old temple, his feet are obviously very sore, after waiting for so long, I am afraid he will not have much patience. Wan Qingyi on the side was leisurely leaning on a stout tree, taking a sip of wine in the gourd from time to time, the cold of the night did not seem to disturb his drinking pleasure at all, he also enjoyed it, tilting his head, looking at the moonlight through the thick leaves.

"Don't be in a hurry. What should come will always come. Wan Qing closed the stopper of the wine gourd and exhaled deeply, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

Ye Feng shook his head, turned around and took a few steps back, leaned on the trunk of the tree next to Wan Qingyi, sighed lightly, wiped his sleepy eyes, the old temple not far away still did not move, he sighed again, his eyelids sank, and he leaned against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes.

The wind stopped.

A few sparse footsteps mingled with the silence of the night, not too harsh, followed by the sound, three people of different shapes and different costumes. One of them, a musculent black-faced man in a dark tiger-striped waistcoat, carried a cloth bag on his shoulder, which was not large, only a foot and a half long, but which seemed to contain a living thing, which rose and fell slightly as he walked.

"Hmph. Here it comes. Wan Qing whispered, but he didn't make any movement, just patted Ye Feng, and when he woke up, he booed, and motioned with his eyes that a few people appeared in front of the old temple.

"Brother Wan, that ......" Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, Wan Qing raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, Ye Feng didn't continue, just followed his gaze and looked over there.

The three of them did not all step into the old temple, only the black-faced man and a thin rickety man entered, and the remaining man with a Chinese character face stood at the door of the old temple with a black iron rod in his hand, leaning against a dilapidated stone statue, scanning everything in the surrounding darkness, but when he looked at Wan Qingyi's side, he obviously stayed for a little longer, and then looked at other places casually.

Wan Qing frowned, looked sharply, lowered his body, and continued to disguise himself by taking advantage of the darkness and the coverings of the trees.

"Wait."

"Yes."

About half an hour later, there was finally some movement at the door of the old temple, and the man with a national face holding a black iron rod knocked on the wooden door at the door, and two figures walked out of it, and they were the two people who had walked into the temple before, but the black-faced man had no longer seen the original cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Why is it so long?" The man with the national face asked.

"The master has something to explain, this, yours." The rickety man took out a blue pill and threw it to him.

"Just one? Last time, it was two pills, and I took so much effort to order something like this? The country-faced man said with a sigh.

"Hmph, don't forget it, if you want to ask, ask the master." The man snorted, obviously not taking what he said seriously, but when he mentioned the master, the man with a national face seemed to be a lot more settled, although there were still some small words, but his attitude was very different from before.

"Zhou Lin, don't be satisfied if you get cheap, without a master, you are not a mountain village nofu?" The black-faced strong man said.

"Black Tiger, don't tell him so much, after this time, he won't have his share in the next job." The man said with a lustful face.

"Cheng Hui, if you say it well, it's better than nothing." The man with the national face was Zhou Lin, and after speaking, he immediately threw the turquoise pill in his hand into his mouth, and after a sigh, the muscles of his body trembled, his eyelids turned white, and the shaking of his body began to turn into convulsions, and he stopped after a few breaths, and took a deep breath, as if every pore on his body was stretched, and incomparable pleasure and intoxication emerged from his face.

"This 'Blood Spirit Pill' is really addictive, look at you like this, see how you can live without the master's pill in the future." The man with the body is Cheng Hui, looking at Zhou Lin's appearance, he said with some disdain.

"Then you don't want the 'Blood Spirit Pill' to give it to me, I want as much as I want for this kind of pill that can increase my cultivation." Zhou Lin snorted coldly and clenched the black iron rod in his hand.

"Can't you two settle down? The master said that as long as we continue to help him catch the child, there will be more benefits in the future. The black tiger's voice was low and reckless, and after the words were finished, the black tiger also snorted, and said, "Hehe, with this elixir, we must not have many days to stay in the refining period." ”

When the other two heard this, they were also quite happy and smiled.

Wan Qingyi's prostrated body gradually straightened up, looking at the three people in front of him, an incomprehensible smile also emerged.

"Brother Wan, do you want it?" Ye Feng asked, but only to see Wan Qing gesture one by one, signaling him not to move first.

Wan Qing pushed aside the bushes and walked out. Tucking the flask in his left hand around his waist, he yawned a large, long yawn as he went, until the trio could clearly hear him.

"Which one are you?" As soon as the black tiger saw someone approaching, he became alert.

"Hah...... I can't sleep at night, so I go out for a walk and enjoy the moonlight here. Wan Qing put on a kind face and said with a smile.

"Hmph, who believes? Tell you, don't go out and walk around at night, you'll hit ghosts. Cheng Hui smiled sneeringly, and at the same time took a few steps forward, until he could see Wan Qingyi's appearance clearly.

"Really, I'm just here for a walk, I'm a person, it's not easy to fall asleep at night, by the way, I still have a problem, that is, my nose is smart, I can smell bad people." Wan Qingyi pretended to lean forward, sniffed, and put on a somewhat distorted face, saying, "Ah, it stinks!" ”

"You, you want to meddle in our affairs?" Zhou Lin shook the black iron rod in his hand, turned the direction, and pointed in the direction of Wan Qingyi.

"Hey, little brother, try not to talk if you can, I don't want to hear you yelling at me." Wan Qing looked at the three people opposite, touched the wine jug on his waist, untied the belt, uncorked the wine, and a mellow aroma of wine wafted out, flowing to the tip of his tongue and down his throat.

"You! Black Tiger, Cheng Hui, don't do it yet. Zhou Lin reprimanded, and at the same time stepped forward, and found that the person in front of him had clear eyebrows and eyes, and clearly did not have the appearance of a martial artist, and snorted more contemptuously, "Just you?" An alcoholic? ”

Wan Qing shook the wine jug, looked at the almost empty wine jug, looked a little unhappy, and said to himself: "The wine is gone, hey." ”

After finishing speaking, Wan Qing shook the wine jug and threw it in the direction where Zhou Lin was, only to see Zhou Lin pick up the black iron rod and pick it up, and after a crisp "pop" sound, the wine jug was shattered, turned into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Where can Zhou Lin endure such a provocation, his body turned, and he rushed towards Wan Qingyi, an iron rod was thrown on Wan Qingyi's right arm, Wan Qingyi did not dodge, let this iron rod hit his right arm, a sharp pain came from the arm bone, a low roar came out with this pain, Wan Qingyi clicked on one knee, his breathing began to be rapid, his voice began to tremble a little, and said: "No, no, it was the man in the grass who instructed me, he is my boss." ”

After speaking, Wan Qingyi raised his left hand and pointed at Ye Feng, who was still hiding in the grass, Ye Feng had been paying attention to everything that happened here, but he didn't expect Wan Qingyi to give him this one, Ye Feng looked embarrassed, and he couldn't hide anymore, so he picked up a wooden stick to the side, got out of the bushes, and approached the people in front of the old temple.

"What? Do you still have accomplices? Do you look down on the three of us? Find a little hairy boy to take the blame, I think you are really killing yourself. Zhou Lin put away the iron rod, put it on his shoulder, looked at Ye Feng who was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and said more and more contemptuously.

"Yes, it's him, boss, you asked me to come to them to find fault, you can't leave me alone." Wan Qing looked innocent, turned his head to look at Ye Feng, and said.

"You ......" Ye Feng didn't know what to say, he didn't know what trick Wan Qingyi was doing, looking at Zhou Lin with a disdainful face, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's you who kidnapped children, right, if I don't clean you up, it's because of you wicked people that the town will be uneasy." ”

"Yo, the milky hairy boy who has not dried up, is still so reasonable, do you know that you have a dead word written on your face?" Cheng Hui looked at Ye Feng, who was not tall, and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and said.

"Cheng Hui, although he is older, the master may also want him, arrest him, give it to the master, maybe he can change a few pills." The black tiger took a few steps forward with heavy steps.

"Go." Cheng Hui motioned to the black tiger, he seemed to think that such a little hairy boy was not worth his hands.

"Boss, be careful, these people are not easy to mess with." Wan Qingyi still looked at Ye Feng with an innocent face, and said with his left hand covering the part of his right arm that had been hit with an iron rod.

Ye Feng didn't want to say anything, he didn't care, he just looked at the oncoming black tiger, clenched the irregular wooden stick in his hand, and his expression became serious.

The black tiger pounced forward, and the heavy strength of his right hand like an iron fist swept in, Ye Feng watched his movements carefully, and quickly analyzed his next movements in his mind, and then deftly dodged, and the black tiger's fist was empty.

"Hmph." The black tiger punched out again, but he didn't expect to be dodged by Ye Feng's action at the same time, the flesh on the black tiger's face was twitched, obviously he couldn't hang his face in front of his companions, he jumped and made a move at a faster speed, but because of his big movements, he still couldn't hit Ye Feng, but he was a little tired and gasped for a few breaths.

The black tiger looked at Ye Feng viciously, his breathing became heavier between his snorts, and Wan Qing watched their fight, but a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Hui couldn't stand it anymore, his figure stuck to Ye Feng's body like a ghost, and slapped Ye Feng's body with a palm, and as soon as the palm was passed, Ye Feng's body was crooked, and he was knocked off the outer wall of the old temple outside Zhangxu.

Wan Qing frowned, looking at Ye Feng who was hit, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, but when he saw Ye Feng immediately stand up against the wall, the tense strings in his heart slowly loosened.

"You hairy head, come here at night to find death, see if we don't send you to heaven!" Cheng Hui rushed forward and slapped it with one palm, but Ye Feng was on the side at a faster speed, the wooden stick in his hand was crooked, and it was inserted towards Cheng Hui's chest, Cheng Hui is not a vegetarian, his reaction is indeed extremely sensitive, he turned his palm, held the top of the wooden stick, and went backwards, stopping the wooden stick at a place less than half an inch from his right chest.

"Hmph, you're still a little tender." Cheng Hui had a distorted smile on his face, as if he was really as mad as a ghost.

"Oh? Is it? Ye Feng snorted coldly, the wooden stick turned abruptly, and a wooden thorn was drilled out of the tip in vain, and the length of the wooden thorn penetrated Cheng Hui's palm, inserted into his right chest, and then penetrated through his body, and drilled out from under the shoulder blade in the back of his right.

Tick tock. Bright red blood flowed out little by little from the tip of the wooden thorn, and fell to the ground with a clatter, Cheng Hui's eyes widened, looking at Ye Feng in disbelief, and the ordinary wooden stick in his hand.

"Boom." Ye Feng pushed Cheng Hui away, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, blood was still flowing from his right chest, and his body began to twitch, accompanied by the gradual loss of vitality in his eyes.

"Haha, Xiao Feng, didn't disappoint me!" Wan Qing jumped suddenly, and punched Zhou Lin, who had not yet reacted, only to see that he was hit on the stone statue in front of the old temple at once, and with a bang, the stone statue was broken, followed by the broken, and there were many bones on Zhou Lin's body.

The successive accidents hit the black tiger's sight, and before he could make a move, Wan Qingyi's figure appeared in front of him again, and his face began to tremble.

"Tell me, where did you hide those kids?" Wan Qingyi said lightly, without any tone, but with a majesty like a tide, he attacked the black tiger.

"I don't want to ask a second time, say."

"Li...... Inside, under the idol of the gods...... Below. ”

"Thank you for your cooperation." Wan Qing slapped his palms on his neck one by one, not to death, but enough to make him faint.

"Xiao Feng, go. Go inside and have a look. Wan Qing flicked his robe and stepped into the old temple.

The wind began to blow again.

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