At night, the snow continued for a day, and finally it became lighter at night.

But this world has been covered with a layer of white, and all the sins in the world have been buried.

Ye Sheng held a big black umbrella and wore a white long jacket, and slowly walked out of Jixia Academy.

He wants to go back to Ye Mansion, he wants to find the eldest lady, and he wants to find out the real reason for his mother's death.

Ye Wangye is not in Ye Mansion, he spends most of his time in the Xianyang military camp every year, which seems to be his home, and Ye Mansion is just a place where he stays in his spare time.

No one can figure out Ye Wangye's character, even the old lady and his mother dare not touch her son's rules.

Ye Sheng knew the news, maybe the entire Xianyang people knew the news.

Ye Wang Ye is in the barracks.

That's why Ye Sheng dared to enter the Ye Mansion tonight, find the eldest lady, and force him to find out the cause of his mother's death.

In Xianyang at night, every house closes its doors and windows, and when the cold air hits, no one will stay on the street at all.

Even beggars are hiding at this moment.

Ye Sheng walked alone on the street, the black umbrella blocked the fine snowflakes, and the thick snow under his feet made a creaking sound.

His face was calm, his eyes were ahead, and his body was erect.

After walking a few streets, it is not too far from Ye Mansion.

Ye Sheng stopped suddenly, the black umbrella in his hand turned slightly, splashing snowflakes and falling.

There was a man in front of him walking towards him.

Fair.

Ye Sheng thought that he would be surprised, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and he walked out with a swagger.

This man is a monk.

This made Ye Sheng even more surprised, in the past, the monks in Xianyang were all in several temples on the West Mountain, and they did not go down to the West Mountain on weekdays, and the monks in the entire Xianyang City were probably only the indifference and heartlessness of Dalin Temple.

Who is this monk?

The monk walked up to Ye Sheng, his face was vicissitudes, he held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and said, "Hello Ye Sheng's donor." ”

"The master came to my surprise. Ye Sheng said calmly.

"Donor, little monk Mao Sen, come to kill you tonight. Manssen lowered his eyebrows and said.

"Does the master have an enmity with me?" Ye Sheng asked.

"Nope. Mason shook his head.

"Resentment?" Ye Sheng asked.

Mason shook his head and said, "No." ”

Ye Sheng smiled: "No hatred and no grudge, you want to kill me, who promised what treasure to let the master come?"

Manson thought for a while and said, "The treasure I dream of, the donor's life is very precious, and the little monk's treasure is even more valuable, so please ask the donor to go on the road as soon as possible." ”

As soon as Manson pointed out, a plain finger suddenly bloomed with Buddha light, enveloping Ye Sheng in it, unable to move.

Ye Sheng frowned, and his eyes flashed with horror: "Innate realm?"

He saw that the ten heavens of the day after tomorrow made a move, and there was absolutely no such power, and he was frozen in place and couldn't move, which was definitely something that could only be done in the innate realm.

Manssen's face was calm, and his finger was aimed at Ye Sheng's eyebrows.

As long as the point is hit, Ye Sheng will definitely die.

Everything around seemed to be still, Ye Sheng looked at Mao Sen coldly, there was no fear in his eyes, only a killing intent that could not be dissolved.

Manssen ignored it, the killing intent of the weak, in the eyes of the strong, was just a boring thing.

His finger fell, this so-called killing intent, just a joke.

He had no hatred for Ye Sheng, and he didn't know Ye Sheng before, but when he came down from Hanshan Temple, he knew Ye Sheng's name, and he also knew why the eldest lady wanted him to kill Ye Sheng.

Sonor!

With a muffled sound, Mansson's finger, three inches in front of Ye Sheng's eyebrows, touched the iron plate, and he couldn't move.

Mao Sen hurriedly stepped back and looked at a figure behind Ye Sheng, his face serious.

A congenital master.

Zi Yuantian dressed in purple clothes, walked out from behind Ye Sheng, his face was indifferent, and said: "I didn't expect to send an innate master to kill you, who did you offend and hate you so much?"

Ye Sheng lifted the ban from the state of confinement and said softly: "Kill him, I still have a lot of things to deal with tonight." ”

Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.

With each step he took, his momentum became stronger, and Mawsson took a step back, his face solemn.

Obviously, he was very jealous of Zi Yuantian.

Ye Sheng watched from behind, not thinking it was strange, Zi Yuantian could become a teacher of Jixia Academy and teach martial arts, that must not be a weak person, and the average innate master is estimated to be no opponent of Zi Yuantian.

Zi Yuantian walked nine steps, his momentum was nine points stronger, and the cold wind was terrible, rolling up the white snow, and sprinkling it one after another, accompanying Zi Yuantian's indifferent face.

"Fist of Life and Death!"

When Zi Yuantian was in the tenth step, he punched out, and the gray and white condensed fist was fiercely suppressed.

Manssen clasped his hands together and said in a condensed voice: "Golden bell jar!"

A golden bronze bell buckles down, protecting Mansham.

While!

The fist of life and death smashed on it, sending out a long bell that shook all the snowflakes around it.

Zi Yuan stood still, Mason spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden bell jar crumbled.

"You can resist a few punches from me, you have only been in the innate for a few years, and you are not my opponent at all, how can you think of assassinating my disciple of Jixia Academy?" Zi Yuantian sneered.

Manson's face was very bitter, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "The little monk must kill him." ”

For the sake of a dream in his youth, an unrealistic dream, he was already stunned, and only by killing Ye Sheng could this dream come true.

Whether or not the dream will break in the end, he has to give it a try.

Thinking like this, Mansson's eyes were firm, and he pointed out.

"One finger from the Buddha!"

With this finger, the golden mangs flickered, shining on most of the long street, and the power was huge, aiming at Ye Sheng.

The Buddha's finger, in the midst of his fury, is unmatched.

But Matsumori is too weak.

Zi Yuantian drank coldly: "This is your own death." ”

Bang bang bang!

Three punches in a row, Zi Yuantian didn't perform any other moves, just crushing you to death with force.

Rumble!

The first punch smashed one of the Buddha's fingers.

Rumble!!

The second punch shattered the bell jar.

Rumble!!!

The third punch hit the body of the flourishing.

Matsumori knelt on the ground, his face pale, his hands folded, and the Buddha beads still in his palms.

He was defeated, Ziyuan Tianqiang was too much for him, and the gap between the high and low innate realm was very huge.

Zi Yuantian glanced at Mao Sen, his eyes were calm, looking at Ye Sheng, and found that Ye Sheng's face was also very calm.

"Aren't you worried that I won't be able to beat me?" Zi Yuantian asked curiously.

"If you can't beat it, it can only mean that my master and I can't see it well, since I have found your support, this night, my life is in your hands. Ye Sheng smiled slightly, not worried at all.

It's all out, is it still useful to worry?

I can only believe that Zi Yuantian will help him solve his troubles.

Ye Sheng continued to walk forward, passing by Manssen, and heard a faint murmur: "Before the Buddha's disciple Ananda became a monk, he saw a girl on the road, and since then he has been in love with him. The Buddha asked Ananda, "How much do you like this woman?" Ananda said, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and I would like to be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just asking her to pass over the bridge." ”

Ye Sheng's expression moved, thinking of something, he didn't pay attention to Mao Sen, he had already been interrupted.

When Ye Sheng walked to the end of the street, he turned his head and saw that in the heavy snow, Mansen was meditating cross-legged, and his breath was gone.

Ye Sheng turned the big black umbrella, and when he turned around, he saw Ye Mansion.

Ye Wangye's mansion is also the place he remembers the most.