Wang Qing returned to the mountain and handed in the wanted task, and the 1,500 tributes were in hand, and the pressure of arrears was reduced by half, and he instantly felt that the sky was bluer, the water was clearer, and life was so beautiful. There is still more than a week to go, I hope Huidong will give some strength, and the 2500 tribute will also depend on him.

By the way, summed up today's combat experience.

"Chasing Yan Jue", which was previously used solely to attract monsters, has made a great contribution.

The special internal force winding method of "Chasing Yan Jue" can effectively counteract the sound of the wind and make the bow and arrow silent.

When Wang Qing assassinated Huidong, he tried to wrap his true qi around the long sword in the same way, and sure enough, the sound of the long sword breaking through the air was hidden. Not only that, but it also has the effect of slightly increasing the speed of the sword, which has made a great contribution to today's assassination.

Wang Qing also tried to use this method in the body method, but unfortunately the wind brought by the body was too complicated and had little effect, but only slightly increased the speed of the body method, which was an unexpected joy.

Although today's battlefield ended hastily, it does not mean that Wang Qing can be idle.

With the help of the strong business network of the Dadi Hengtong Gang, Wang Qing now has a sufficient supply of jade raw materials. The only pity is that the number of seals handed in is too large, and there is a faint sense of saturation. The senior uncle of the Treasure Pavilion hinted several times that he might have to lower the purchase price of the intermediate seal. This stable source of tribute may be discounted, and Wang Qing has to take advantage of the fact that it is still the original price to step up production. After all, there are still a lot of debts, and you can't completely rely on the good people of Huidong to send them.

In addition, Wang Qing had to squeeze out time to study, and he only read less than half of the boxes of books he bought.

Not to mention the life of a craftsman who was forced to work hard after Wang Qing returned to the mountain.

On Wudang Mountain, Wang Xu can be described as mixed at this time.

The joy is inexplicable, and the task of "Expelling Huidong" received has been completed by one-third. You must know that the rewards for this kind of special quest for the inner door are extremely high. It can really be said that people sit at home, and joy comes from heaven.

But it's a pity that Wang Xu didn't have the heart to think about the task at all.

His daughter-in-law's current situation is cold, and he is about to die of worry.

Originally, the couple were quite happy to receive the assignment. Two second-rate masters of the inner door to deal with a second-rate master of Shaolin plus a group of third-rate masters, no matter how it is calculated, there is no problem. Especially the appearance of Wang Qing made Wang Xu feel that he was nine out of ten.

Unexpectedly, the reality is a big mouth.

Yan Han was killed by several third-rate masters.

In fact, in games, especially in PVP scenes like the battlefield, killing and being killed are commonplace, and ordinary players don't take it seriously.

If Yan Han died in the hands of Huidong, it is estimated that it would not be a big deal, of course, she died under Huidong's array, and it can also be said that she was killed by Huidong.

However, Yan Han didn't think so, he always thought that he was superior, and he was killed by a third-rate player like an ant, and he didn't slow down for a few days. After returning from the bitter cold, he locked himself in his room and did not eat or drink. Wang Xu was in a hurry, and there was no way.

The experience of this cold after entering the game is also legendary. When she was still in the novice village, the novice village was crowded with people at that time, and she couldn't grab a girl at all. He walked out aimlessly, gradually moving away from the crowd, and luckily did not encounter wild monsters.

In the wilderness, I happened to meet a Taoist priest who was being chased and killed. The two sides fought to defeat both sides.

Yan Han slashed those pursuing martial arts people, not only gained a lot of experience, but also gained a high-grade sharp weapon long sword.

The rescued Taoist priest took her to Wudang Mountain, entered the inner gate, and became the nominal senior sister of Wudang Mountain.

After that, his gaming career was on the right track. Resources, martial arts, and famous teachers are the same, and I also got acquainted with Wang Xu. It can be described as a double harvest of love and career.

She has always felt that she is the darling of God and the protagonist of the times.

I didn't expect the debut of the first descent from the mountain, but it ended like this. The huge gap makes it impossible to accept reality at all.

Wang Xu tried all kinds of ways to persuade him, but unfortunately it was useless. I had no choice but to send a letter of help to the cold master, hoping that the elders would have a way.

Not to mention Wang Xu's side, he was at a loss.

Huidong, who was out of the game with three strikes, left the battlefield in a trance.

The brothers followed him, trying to persuade him, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know where to start.

Huidong beat his spirit, but comforted his brothers.

As the core of the team, Huidong knows that his brothers are watching him. Failure is not terrible, but you must not fall. Not even the slightest trace of negativity can be vented.

forcibly suppressed the resentment in his heart, he couldn't laugh anymore, and barely maintained an indifferent expression. I thought back to the success course I had taken before, and I got a few bowls of chicken soup. It wasn't until the brothers were deceived by the same enemy that the blood boiled that the team was dismissed.

Until sitting in the carriage back to Shaolin, alone in a private environment. Huidong can no longer maintain that seemingly strong image.

The red and swollen eyes could no longer lock the tears. Only the last shred of dignity left it to control and not cry.

Large tears crossed his cheeks, but Huidong didn't wipe them. It's just staring blankly at a spot that doesn't know where it is.

My heart kept churning, why? Why lose? If...... If......

Self-blame, remorse, shame......

Just after Huidong completely let go of his disguise. The venomous snake of anger also quickly absorbs all kinds of negative emotions and keeps growing.

The Zen heart in Huidong's character column flickered a few times, and it fell to level 2. And the experience of level 2 is also decreasing rapidly.

Even the words of the stick intent and the formation intent gradually turned a dangerous red and flickered.

By the time Huidong got off the bus in Shaolin, the Zen heart had already turned into a blood-red level 0, the stick intent and the formation intent had completely disappeared, and even the nature of the true qi had degenerated, not much stronger than the internal force.

It's a pity that the current Huidong doesn't have the heart to pay attention to these at all, he just wants to find a clean place to avoid now.

Hui Dong beat his spirit, put on an indifferent look, did not want people to see the clues, and stepped into the gate of Shaolin, and now only his small Zen room is a haven from the wind.

"Huh?"

A young monk who was sweeping on the stone steps let out a slightly puzzled voice as Huidong passed by.

Huidong didn't hear it, and still walked inside.

Suddenly, Hui Dong felt the fluctuation of true qi behind him, he was assassinated three times today, and Hui Dong was extremely sensitive to this kind of close fluctuation of true qi.

Immediately, lift the stick, turn around, defend, and carry the defense exercises in one go.

When Huidong turned around, he saw a golden giant lion formed by true qi rushing towards him.

"It's over!"

There were only these two words left in Huidong's mind.

What's wrong with me today, and the sneak attack?

The golden giant lion pounced in front of Hui Dong, and instead of attacking, he opened his mouth wide and let out a silent roar.

Strange, there was no sound, but a shocking lion roar appeared inexplicably in Huidong's heart.

The feeling was extremely uncomfortable, obviously all five senses were telling me that there was no sound, but my brain clearly received the lion's roar. The feeling of confusion almost made me want to vomit.

The lion's roar in his heart brought up layers of golden sound waves, rippling in Huidong's consciousness. Mighty and unstoppable.

The poisonous snake formed by the thought bore the brunt, and without a trace of resistance, it turned into a burst of black smoke and dispersed.

All kinds of negative emotions, mud and sand, have also been swept away.

Hui Dong endured the awkwardness, emotions, hatred and other things in his heart, which were obviously intangible things, how could he clearly perceive them?

When I opened my eyes, there was no trace of the giant lion, and there was only a clean, refreshing young monk in front of me, wearing a set of extremely ordinary monk's robes, holding a half-new broom.

No matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary monk.

Is it a delusion?

No!

Now Huidong's mind is clear, and his obsession is gone.

Huidong, who has regained his sanity, has also regained the qualities that an elite Shaolin disciple should have.

Put your hands together and give a heartfelt salute.

"Thank you, senior."

The young monk also seriously folded his hands and returned the salute, and then picked up the broom and continued to sprinkle and sweep.

"Why did you go crazy? Didn't your master tell you to study the Buddhist scriptures to dispel the evil spirit of martial arts? How can today's young people be so eager for quick success? ”

Huidong was stunned for a moment, and then opened the character bar to check.

"It's over, it's completely over."

Huidong muttered.

But it's not over. Zen heart level 0, the stick intent is gone, the formation intent is gone, "Vajra Fu Demon Stick" level 0, "Myoho-renge-kyo" level 0, what is the difference between this and whitewashing, even ordinary third-rate masters are not as good.

The state of mind that had just been restored was messed up again.

This time it is no longer the slow erosion of hatred, but the overall collapse of the state of mind, and all thoughts are lost.

The young monk's brows furrowed.

"Why are you here again, young man now?"

A lion's roar rang out again.

Huidong regained Qingming again. Laughed miserably.

"Senior, I'm already a waste. Why are you saving me? ”

"It's. The key is how to break it and what to erect. Poor monk crossing the Fa, go back and tell your master, you will follow me to practice in the future. Alright,. ”

Huidong was confused, but the other party helped him after all, and politely gave a salute, and Huidong turned around and entered the temple.

The more Huidong thinks about it, the more strange it becomes, he is from the Huizi generation, and the master is from the Xuanzi generation, what kind of generation is this? I don't think I've heard of it.

I found the master and briefly described the situation.

Unexpectedly, Master Xuantong was shocked after hearing this, and hurriedly went out.

Then it didn't take long for Huidong to be transferred from the Luohan Hall to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The identity has also changed from an inner disciple to an ordinary monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Huidong, who had just been hit, didn't care about it. Reading Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day has soothed the wounds in my heart.

Gradually, Huidong read Buddhist scriptures, from a boring behavior to pass the time, slowly became a habit, and then slowly tasted a little taste, and gradually went deeper.

Huidong gradually immersed himself in the world of Buddhist scriptures, and the chaos outside gradually moved away from his life.

The rivers and lakes are forgetful, and in less than two weeks, Huidong, who dominates the No. 88 battlefield, has disappeared from the public's field of vision, and countless new figures have quickly filled the gap.

Probably the only one who still remembers Huidong, apart from his seventeen brothers, is only Wang Qing.

Huidong's sudden disappearance made Wang Qing cry.

Big brother, I still have 2,500 tributes to find, you can't just leave.

The remaining more than a week has been bitter for Wang Qing. On the one hand, he was frantically slaughtering monks on the battlefield, and on the other hand, he was working hard to make seals.

Wang Qing's madness also attracted the attention of Shaolin, and the wanted notice about Wang Qing was sent to every Shaolin inner door player. As high as 1500 men tribute wanted, the monks organized several encirclement and suppression of Wang Qing.

It's a pity that Wang Qing has been mentally prepared for a long time, one shot to change places, so many battlefields, you can find it slowly.

In this way, before the deadline arrived, Wang Qing still hadn't scraped together enough tribute, so he could only hand over nearly half of the materials he had worked so hard to collect to prepare for refining the Shattered Star Sword before it could be resolved.

can make Wang Qing feel distressed.

Spirit soldiers are not something that players can play at this stage. A lot of cherished materials are required. These materials are only accessible to a select few elite players.

Wang Qing has worked hard for so long to prepare one-third of the materials, this is no longer a matter of money, there is no market, and the output is not much. Elite players have their own needs, and basically these high-end materials are bartered, and it is extremely difficult to exchange.

So every time I think of Huidong, Wang Qing is itchy with teeth, as long as I am asked to kill it twice, I don't have to use those precious materials to offset the account.

Hehe, as everyone knows, every time Huidong thinks of Wang Qinglai, his hatred is even more monstrous, and he can't even suppress his Zen heart.