Shan Yifei sneered: "You also saw it, why didn't you make a move?" ”

Liu Kuzhu's voice was flickering, as if coming from the netherworld: "Because I don't dare, I only have one life." ”

Shan Yifei laughed, but there was no smile in his voice: "Coincidentally, I happen to have only one life." ”

The fat on the white and chubby face of the rich fairy hand trembled, still with a smiling expression, a pair of small eyes looked at the bitter master next to him, and said with a smile: "The master is a member of Buddhism, and he takes compassion as his heart and purifies all sentient beings as his own responsibility, but why didn't he save Mr. Ye?" ”

"Not bad!" Liu Kuzhu's voice came again, "What's more, that person swept Shaolin all over the gate back then, forcing Shaolin to close the mountain for nearly thirty years, master, you are a Shaolin monk, you are reasonable, and you should also seek justice for your Shaolin!" ”

The sorrow on Master Ku's face became even stronger, he folded his hands together, and said in a low voice: "The old monk is an outsider, and he doesn't ask about the world, what can he manage?" What's more, there are antecedents and retributions, Mr. Ye usually does not cultivate good fruits, and suffering this bad karma today is also the truth of the cycle of heavenly principles. ”

He sighed, and his sad gaze swept over Mao Da, Qiu Er, Shan Yifei, Liu Kuzhu, and the five rich and noble immortals, and continued: "I see that the five are full of evil spirits and full of bad karma, and he is afraid that he will inevitably fall into hell forever and suffer from the reincarnation of a thousand knives. ”

Master Ku looked at the willow withered bamboo in the corner of the shadow again, and said, "There is another sentence, Mr. Liu said the wrong thing!" ”

Liu Kuzhu said: "Oh, what words? ”

Master Ku said: "Even if you want to seek justice for Shaolin, it shouldn't be an old monk who comes out." ”

Liu Kuzhu said: "Isn't it who you are?" Aren't you a Shaolin monk? ”

Master Ku nodded: "Not bad." The old monk is no longer a Shaolin disciple. Naturally, there is no reason to ask for justice. ”

Liu Kuzhu was stunned. Immediately hissed and laughed: "Master, you are not a Shaolin disciple?" When is it, why don't I know? ”

The corners of Master Ku's mouth twitched, and he seemed to smile, just with his sad and sick face, this smile was really more ugly than crying, only to hear Master Ku say: "Just now, a moment ago, the old monk expelled himself from the Shaolin Gate Wall. ”

Liu withered bamboo was stunned again.

He looked at the old monk's compassion. seems to be sad for the people in the world, speechless for a while, no matter who encounters this kind of oil and salt does not enter, but is still shameless old monk, I am afraid that he will have a headache.

Wang Dong and Huang Rong walked all the way out of the big boss's mansion without encountering any obstruction or attack.

When they walked out of the courtyard gate, Lei Zhentian still straightened his back and sat motionless on the coffin, like a lifelike sculpture. Sit down permanently.

Wang Dong paused slightly, and asked, "Where is Zhang Laoliu's coffin?" ”

He looked at the mess beneath his feet. Countless broken pieces of wood, and said calmly: "I broke your coffin, and I will always pay you a new one." ”

Huang Rong only felt that it was ridiculous, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

In today's era, such a person of noble character is rare, but she believes that no one is willing to accept the coffin of other people's compensation.

Lei Zhentian still didn't look back, only coldly spit out two words: "No need." ”

Wang Dong insisted: "This time we must compensate." ”

Lei Zhentian was silent for a moment, and Fang slowly said an address: "Chengxi has always been a Qian alley!" ”

Wang Dong wrote down this very strange place name, grabbed the wine jar in front of Lei Zhentian, and poured him a large bowl of wine.

"Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and go to the underworld for many old people."

After that, he didn't look at Lei Zhentian again, and left with Huang Rong.

Wang Dong knew that Lei Zhentian was going to die soon, so this bowl of wine was a bowl of soul-breaking wine!

And the reason why he knew that Lei Zhentian would die was because he had already seen a person slowly walking around the corner.

The cold wind was like a knife, and it was cold to the bones, but the man wore only a thin placket, made of the cheapest coarse cloth, and perhaps even the beggars on the street were better dressed than he was.

The man was covered in oil, his hair was messy, and his face was covered in mud, and it seemed that he had not been cleaned for a long time, but his back was as straight as a sword out of its sheath, and his steps were neither fast nor slow towards the mansion of the great boss.

Wang Dong and this person walked opposite each other, and quickly passed by, as if neither of them noticed the other.

It wasn't until she walked out of the street and turned around the corner that Huang Rong suddenly said, "That person just now was not simple. ”

"Can you see that?" Wang Dong glanced at Huang Rong, but was slightly surprised by her eyesight.

"Don't forget, after all, I am the daughter of the 'Eastern Evil' Huang Yaoshi." Huang Rong had a smile on her face, looking a little proud.

She was not such an easily complacent person, but since she met Wang Dong, she found that her martial arts were far inferior to the other party, and even the most proud intelligence was firmly suppressed.

So whenever there is a little thing that surprises the other party, she can't help but be a little happy.

"If an ordinary person wears such clothes, he will never be able to hold his back so straight, let alone his eyes ......."

Huang Rong had never seen such a pair of eyes.

If Wang Dong's eyes are deep and deep, and when he looks at them contemplatively, they are like a pitch-black abyss, unfathomable, then Fang Cai's eyes are a light, a sword light, sharp and indestructible.

Now that sword light is still constricted, but it can't be concealed anymore, and it's about to break out of the sheath!

"Under the Cuiyun Peak, in front of the Green Water Lake." Wang Dong said slowly: "He is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa. ”

But all the people in the rivers and lakes, as long as they hear the name Xie Xiaofeng, whether they admire him, fear him, fear him, or hate Xie Xiaofeng, etc., they will always show some shocking emotions.

However, no matter how famous Xie Xiaofeng is and how great his ability is, it is impossible to convey his prestige to the different planes, so Huang Rong, a visitor from another world, just faintly 'oh': "He is very famous?" ”

Wang Dong said: "Xie Xiaofeng is only thirty-two years old this year, but he has already defeated the 'Dragon Swordsman' Hua Shaokun twenty years ago. ”

The Dragon Swordsman is by no means weak.

Twenty years ago, Hua Shaokun, the 'Dragon Swordsman', went out of the rivers and lakes with a sword, fought against the eight disciples of Wudang, and won all the battles, and became famous after this battle.

Later, it was rumored that he was about to marry the cousin of Xie Wangsun, the owner of Shenjian Villa, Xie Phoenix, who was known as the 'Flying Phoenix Swordsman', the dragon and phoenix swords, the perfect combination, it was Hua Shaokun who was in the middle of the day, and the most proud time, but at that time, he lost to an eleven or twelve-year-old hairy boy who had not dried up in the sword competition.

The boy who defeated Hua Shaokun was Xie Xiaofeng! (To be continued.) )