I have a way to activate the human brain and remind people of the past. He is well-informed. Master Yan Zheng might as well give it a try. ”

The words fell, and the sword light suddenly sounded!

Monk Yan Zheng had been vigilant in his heart, and he also wanted to stop it. However, this physical body has not yet been fully activated. Moreover, this sword has been ready for a long time. When it came out, it was as fast as thunder and lightning, as fast as lightning, and with the meaning of the sword's half-mirage, the sword light flickered. It had magically bypassed his outstretched arm, splitting it across his skull. The guzheng made a sound, and the body trembled and bounced.

Under Luo Qing's sword, he took advantage of his position and flew back. He dodged Yan Zheng's backhand shot and yelled "Stop!"

Monk Yan Zheng's face flashed with black anger, and he said solemnly, "What are you doing?"

Luo Qing just smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the body of the sword. He wiped it blandly. "Why is the monk's skull so hard?"

Although the lightsaber is not a great magic weapon, it can be given to Luo Qing as a gift from all soul gates. It would have been a breeze to cut iron like mud, but now the sword had cracked in Yan Zheng's skull, only shattering the skin, and then it was bounced back. Before Luo Qing wiped the sword, it was still buzzing. The scene is both strange and incomparable.

Monk Yan Zheng touched his scalp, and when he felt the blood on his scalp, his face became more and more gloomy. Luo Qing didn't care what he thought, but laughed: "Young Master Yan Zheng still doesn't remember, this is too strange. Is it true that even if your brain is hard, you can forget everything that saved lives in the past?"

"The grace that saved my life?"

The monk suddenly remembered something: "...... in Tumo Valley"

"Yes, Master Yan Zheng finally remembered! In the Dmitry Valley, you were left behind by the thief Bald Head and Lu Yueming. Your life is at stake. Didn't I save you and send you to the precipice with all kinds of difficulties? This kind of thing has been forgotten, and it is very inappropriate!"

Listening to Luo Xude speak, Monk Yan Zheng pursed his lips and was silent, his thoughts surging. He only thinks that the most secret things have been successfully hidden and can be heard by the younger generation. At the time, it was apparently not far away, and they could see it clearly at a glance. Doesn't that mean that the secret has been leaked... But what was the reason why He Qing and the others let go after killing Jin Shencheng that day?

After all, he is a person of the highest intelligence. He stared at Luo Qing for a long time. Slowly, an answer emerged: the younger generation had just entered and left the dust house for a long time. They don't necessarily agree with the clan. Maybe there are some taboos, they don't give exact information.

I have to say that in the eyes of really smart people, there is no secret to Luo Qing's character and demeanor. The monk's thoughts and He Qing's original reasoning are almost in the same vein, and the results obtained are extremely similar.

"If so, it's easy. The monk whispered.

Luo Qing, who was far away from the other side, couldn't hear it clearly, and shouted, "What did Yan Zheng's master say?"

The monk looked at him again, his eyes drooping, and said, "I really shouldn't forget this. Now ask the immortal leader to give me a hint. What did the poor monk do that day? As long as the immortal leader mentioned this, the poor monk would definitely promise to repay him for his kindness. ”

"Oh? the monk forgot, but he still wanted to give me some good. ”

Said without regrets. The monk's voice was calm and did not fluctuate.

After speaking, the two of them did not speak for a while in the mountains and forests. When the sound is gone, there are not even the sounds of birds and animals around them. Only the light breeze from the tips of the leaves flowed, making the mountains and forests more and more empty, like death.

Luo Qing looked at the monk, and the monk looked at Luo Qing. Both sides are like mirrors in their hearts: what promises and kindnesses are jokes and empty words. What the two really care about is the identity of the monk, but after his identity, this earth-shattering secret comes from this, and no one can afford such serious consequences.

The monk knew very well that from the moment Luo Qing caught up with him, his identity was exposed, and all the work done earlier was meaningless. The only option he faces is to use all means to hide the "secret" behind his identity.

Killing is of course the easiest option, but not to mention that he still has some ability, that is, if he really wants to kill Luo Qing in the mountains, I am afraid that the next problem will be even more serious - it doesn't matter if he reacts from the dust, the monk really wants to be unrelenting from the dust, make things bigger, and attract the attention of the servants all day long, so as to meet the requirements of the Bodhisattva, however, it is really not good for Rakshasa to teach there.

He has a tacit understanding with the other party to let things start and end in Cliff City. He opened a new stove, rearranged it, and eliminated the effects in exchange for a promise that both parties would continue to work together and help him escape punishment.

Munch was not the most important person in a sentence, and there was no pressure on him to destroy the letter and take back the promise. However, it was a deal he made with the big man who came to clean up the pieces. Although the man was the busiest man in the world, he had returned to Tokai to deal with a room full of paperwork at this point, but frankly, he didn't want to touch the man's scales. Even if the Bodhisattva himself is in his seat, I'm afraid he should pay attention to it.

In this way, whether killing Luo Qing can be handled cleanly, so as not to make people think differently, is a big question in front of the monk. Besides, he doesn't know if the young man in front of him has a successor!

In contrast, he still thinks it's simpler to use other methods.

After many emotional shifts, the monk finally said, "Eternal life is difficult, and climbing to the sky is also difficult. Yu Xianchang was only a disciple of Li Chen's outer room. His contact was nothing more than the first weather method, the magic formula, and so on. He has practiced to the extreme, just a 300-year-old Shouyuan, far from immortal. ”

Luo Qing looked at him and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be so miserable in the eyes of others." ”

The monk just didn't listen to this sentence and continued: "Yuxian's long-term luck and temperament are extraordinary. It is not difficult to say that he really entered the walls of the gate, away from the dust. However, the so-called Tibetan form of Tianfei, the authentic writings of the Nine Degrees, and even the methods of the Dust Sects such as Tianfu Xuanwei are not the best way to live a long life. Since the two robberies, only seven people have been able to gain immortality from the Dust Gang, and only three have survived. As for eternal destiny, no one ......"

Luo Qing directly interrupted him and said, "If you look up and don't look at the road, you will fall to the bone sooner or later." The monk might as well say something practical. ”

When he said this, the monk frowned. This monk has been practicing for many years, and he is highly accomplished in the six major Buddhist disciplines. After listening to these voices and arguments, he would know that Luo Qing's heart was not shaken. But when it comes to this, he still wants to say: "Yu Xianchang is a smart man, and the poor monk doesn't talk much. There is only one thing here: as long as Yu Xianchang is willing to give in, I will take an oath to give up all my achievements and become an immortal guide. It is guaranteed that the immortal will grow within ten years, and it will also be a Dan Dacheng, and within a hundred years, it is expected that the longevity will be above the void......"

Luo Qing interrupted him again: "Like Master Ming?"

When he said this, the monk's heart trembled, and his eyes were as cold as frost, stinging Luo Qing's face. Only this sentence can prove that Luo Qing does know part of his foundation. If this kind of information comes out, how can he talk about long-term plans?

"It seems so. The Master comes from the Rakshasa and worships the Ghost King. But I don't know what kind of monks he taught and what kind of gods he worshipped. ”

"Don't be rude!" the monk shouted in a deep voice: "Yuxian Chang should have a respectful heart!"

Luo Qing smiled, "I naturally have to respect my seniors. However, it is good for people to see the demeanor of their predecessors. Cause magical mayhem, take away disciples, kill civilians... There are all sorts of ways to do it, all of which are tacitly approved by your religious gods, but it's really impossible for people to respect them.

"Saying 'Blood Monk' is a good excuse in itself, anything dirty can be thrown out, a lie or something, just for its use, unfortunately, a lie is a lie after all. Then again, wouldn't the monk want to know how I discovered this causal relationship?"

Or tear the face, the silence is certain, is the follow-up processing is a trouble...

The monk was thoughtful, narrowed his eyes, stared at Luo Qing's lips and teeth, and launched a fatal blow at any time, but when he saw the opposite side, the young team member grinned, his white teeth were as clear as knives!

The sharp pain in the cerebral palace is like a knife straight into it!

"What is this!"

Munch is also capable, he reacted almost immediately, and was suddenly released by the deepest seed, like a wave of tide suddenly washing the entire brain again, but he didn't find anything, but the headache became worse and worse.

"Poison, trickery, or spell?"

After many battles, the monk was able to remain calm. He let out a low roar, endured the sharp pain in his head, and flew back into the distance. In the meantime, he changed his approach, restarted the seed flash, and brushed it again. This time, it still doesn't work. At this time, Luo Qing was already flying up with his sword, and Sen Leng's shock wave penetrated his heart.

A good monk, at this critical moment, his hands can still have the Dharma imprinted on his chest. With a loud "buzz", a layer of paper-thin golden light lined up outward, and the other layer did not stop. In this way, it repeats again and again, one by one seventeen or eighteen layers are discharged outward, forming a golden mask outside the body, which collides with the shock wave and makes a crisp sound.

The shock wave cannot penetrate. The monk seized the opportunity and sat heavily on horseback. The golden light mask outside him shattered with a "bang". Countless golden lights were scattered all around.