Such an answer not only exceeded Yixiang's expectations, but also caught the White Tiger Hall Master off guard, and the latter's face showed a look of astonishment that was visible to the naked eye, and he almost subconsciously said:

"What did you say?"

The green-shirted scribe shook the folding fan lightly and said with a smile:

"Begging for mercy is the bow of the loser to the winner."

With a snap, the folding fan closed.

The scribe looked down at the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, the smile on his face disappeared, the corners of his lips were thin, his eyes were high and indifferent, and he said:

"But what kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of being the opponent of this seat?"

The White Tiger Hall Master's eyes shook violently, and the anger visible to the naked eye emerged, like waves, and it took a long time to barely suppress it, and said slowly:

"What Luo Yu said is really good, your temperament is really bad."

"I've lived so long, and I've never seen anyone as bad as you."

The scribe smiled freely and bowed his head:

"Thank you."

The main road of the White Tiger Hall:

"Thanks for what?"

Tsing Yi Scribe Road:

"Thank you for the compliment."

"The weakness of the loser is the best praise for this seat."

There was anger rising in the eyes of the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, and his hundred-year-old state of mind was already an ancient well, but at this moment, he was frustrated again and again, and finally couldn't contain it, he snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that negotiation was useless, and this body was just a body of a split spirit, and it was definitely not the opponent of the few people in front of him.

Although there is no way to transmit the news back to the body at the moment, it cannot fall into the hands of the man in front of him.

With a resolute expression, with his own state of mind, he suppressed the influence of time turbulence, forcibly manipulated, and his body dissipated and reunited.

The green-shirted scribe folded the fan in his hand, fell behind him, stretched out his left hand forward, his expression was indifferent, and he bent his fingers to flick the void, accompanied by ripples visible to the naked eye, the body of the White Tiger Hall Hall Master appeared from the air, as if it had hit the invisible mountain peak at high speed, and the body was slammed and flew backwards.

Despite this, the distance between the two was close to three feet.

The black-clothed man's eyes appeared resolutely, and his whole body shook, and the ripples of the Dao shook.

"Is this ......?!"

Yixiang's face changed, and pathos appeared, even if his martial arts were far inferior to the rest of the people present, at this time, he could also detect that extremely huge and pure aura of destruction from the hall master of the White Tiger Hall.

It is precisely because he is also a core member of the White Tiger Hall that he recognizes this superior martial art that ends with the enemy, and he understands in his heart that the man in black wants to burn all the jade, and all thoughts in his heart are lost.

But at this moment, the body of the man in black suddenly stiffened, and then the violent qi returned to calm, and the essence of the White Tiger Hall Master's eyes soared, and he whispered in his mouth:

"Sure enough, this method, your identity is ......"

The shocked voice came to an abrupt end.

The green-shirted scribe put a folding fan in his hand on the center of his eyebrows, stood with his hands in his hands, and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, but there was disregard and indifference between his eyebrows, and said softly:

"Shh......h Be quiet. ”

"Since you are weak and powerless, then don't be arrogant."

"Do you understand this?"

The shock and emotion in the eyes of the White Tiger Hall Master slowly dissipated, and his expression and consciousness gradually became dull, but his body did not dissipate directly, standing in the air, looking like a lifeless, lifelike puppet.

The scribe brushed the void with his hand, and his cuffs swirled and rolled like clouds.

Unfolded the folding fan, and when the cuffs fell, the man in black had disappeared.

The folding fan covers the face, the jade bones are white silk, there are 100,000 miles of splendid rivers and mountains, the scribe wears a green shirt, and his voice is indifferent.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

"At that time, I will teach you this truth again."

………………

The hall master of the White Tiger Hall, who can distract himself from his reflection and turn from the virtual to the real, and the dream within a dream, has almost no power to fight back, so he has been scattered in this realm, completely dissipated, and can no longer be revived by the means of reflecting people's hearts.

When Yixiang realized this scene, the whole person had no other thoughts.

What he had experienced today seemed to him to be a nightmare that he could never wake up from.

With the strength and identity of the hall master, even if it is a divided spirit, he can be undefeated in any place in the rivers and lakes, but today he was frustrated on this small mountain, not only could he not succeed, but even his own reflection was captured, at this moment, the reverence for the hall master in Yixiang's heart irrepressibly cracked.

And before he could recover from this huge impact full of subversiveness, the whole person seemed to fall into amber, and his inner consciousness began to solidify little by little, until finally, like an ingenious statue, standing in front of the Shaolin Temple Mountain, his body and mind stopped moving.

The green-shirted scribe narrowed his eyes.

Hongluoyu stepped forward, back and forth, left and right, circled around Yixiang, stretched out his thumb, and exclaimed: "Tut, tsk, great, amazing, this means, this row of noodles." ”

"It's you."

"Old, no, it's me, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

Turning his head, he saw the eyes of the green-shirted scribe falling on his face.

Hongluoyu's face was full of sincerity, as if he didn't notice anything, and said with a hearty smile:

"I'm going to find something to cover this kid, otherwise it's not good to stay outside directly like this, after all, it's Shaolin Temple, it's immoral, it's immoral."

"Well, this time I plan to take a good turn around these places in the extreme North Pole, so it may take half a month to come back, you don't have to miss me, say goodbye."

After saying that, he snorted, and as soon as he arched his hand, his figure gradually became illusory and gradually dissipated.

The green-shirted scribe was expressionless, stretched out his right hand, grabbed it casually, and grabbed the Hongluo Yu who had escaped far away back to the Shaolin Temple, overlooking the smiling thief, and said leisurely:

"How did you introduce this seat just now?"

"Like, I didn't hear it too clearly."

………………

When Wang Anfeng returned to the Shaolin Temple, an arc-shaped streamer swirled in the sky, and when he slid over Wang Anfeng's head, he shouted and waved his hand, and then flew into the sky at a faster speed, leaving a long series of elongated shouts and breaking through the clouds.

Wang Anfeng fell silent.

He was so familiar with this kind of picture that he couldn't even produce a hint of shock.

Flying at this speed, for ordinary people, it will basically lose half of their lives, but for the third master, Hong Luoyu, it is just a little dizzy similar to ordinary people after turning in circles.

At the moment, I felt quite speechless, and sighed in my heart, I don't know where the third master annoyed Mr. and was treated like this.

He was still worried about the Yixiang who was thrown back by himself, as well as the reflection of the human heart, the master of the White Tiger Hall in the dream, and he had no intention of thinking deeply, tidying up his clothes, and entering the main peak of Shaolin Temple.

Immediately, I found that the body of this warrior from the White Tiger Hall was stiff, like a stone sculpture, motionless, although he was not dead, but he could not be called alive, but even the most important qi of the martial artist had been solidified, like the flow of water turned into a glacier, and the state of the whole person was stopped in the present.

And the hall master of the White Tiger Hall is not at this moment, and there is no sign of a master fighting between heaven and earth.

Looking at the top of the main peak, Mr. Win and the master are not there, only the ancient Taoist people are sitting and drinking tea.

Wang Anfeng held back the shock in his heart, stepped forward to salute, the Taoist nodded with satisfaction, put down the tea cup in his hand, suddenly raised his hand, and gently pressed it on Wang Anfeng's shoulder.

Realizing the action, the palm was pressed lightly on his shoulder.

A soft true qi instantly flowed through Wang Anfeng's body.

It was also at the same time that Wang Anfeng realized this fact, it was already over, just like reaching out in the water, chasing the ripples, although the ripples were slow and did not seem to be urgent, but they were always faster than the movements of the palms, and the latter moved first, calmly.

Wang Anfeng quietly let the Taoist do it, and after a few breaths, the ancient Taoist raised his right hand and said with a smile:

"Yes, you haven't been occupied by that person."

"Shaolin fruit is a great martial arts sect, and its state of mind is solid, and it is not different from Xuanmen."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and took the initiative to ask:

"The senior of the Taoist is talking about the ...... in black."

Gu Daoren nodded and wrote lightly: "It's him." ”

"It should be the shadow of the hall master of the White Tiger Hall."

"Shadows?"

"Yes, it's a shadow, like a flower in the water, like the moon in the mirror."

The Taoist gently tapped the edge of the cup next to him, and there was a crisp sound.

The amber tea soup rippled and shattered the reflected sky, and the voice was gentle, explaining:

"That's what it is."

"Even if there will be ripples in the water waves, the shadow will always exist, no matter how great the force is used to attack the water, at most it will only make the ripples continue to expand and the shadow will collapse, but as long as such an attack disappears and is slow, the shadow will reappear."

"The sea of heart is boundless, if you are afraid in your heart, his shadow will become clearer and clearer."

"Fortunately, you have always used the mind of Buddhism to lay the foundation, Buddhism Tantra Vajra is not bad, all things are not invaded, Zen insight into itself, clear mind, one inside and one outside, the most difficult to be affected by this kind of means. Otherwise, he will always be in your heart. ”

"If you don't die, he won't perish."

"Just as if the mirror is not broken, the reflection will always exist, and it is even more difficult to get rid of it."

A few words of understatement, linked to the scene that Wang Anfeng had just spied on, made Wang Anfeng's heart rise a feeling of difficulty to fight, but at the moment he thought of something, took a step forward, and said urgently:

"That Dao Chief, where is the White Tiger Hall Master now?"

"Are you fighting with Mr. and Master?!"

His voice was full of worry, but the Taoist didn't answer, just smiled.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and a faint uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

The corners of the ancient Taoist's mouth were quiet and the smile spread, and the eyes were deep and dark.

He raised his hand and pointed to his heart, and said softly:

"Isn't 'I' right here?"

"What?!"

Wang Anfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, his body stiffened, but in an instant, he heard a poofing sound from the Taoist, and then a rather wanton clear laughter sounded, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then saw that the Taoist's eyes were clear, and there was nothing unusual, only then did he understand what was happening, relaxed slightly, gritted his teeth and said:

"The Taoist ......"

The Taoist priest laughed, covered his abdomen with one hand, held the table with the other, and said with a smile:

"Haha, I'm sorry An Feng, your appearance makes me feel that I don't bully you and it seems to be sorry for you."

"Hahaha......"

"Today is also a happy mood."

Wang Anfeng: "......"

After a while, the Taoist covered his robe and leaned on the recliner, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he said lazily: "Don't worry, whether it is Master Yuanci or your husband, they will not be afraid of that kind of means, just a reflection, don't say it's here, it's outside, is there anything to worry about?" ”

"If the deity appears, you can still give it a try."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So, has the reflection of the hall master of the White Tiger Hall been wiped out?" ”

The Taoist nodded and said:

"So to speak."

"As for the woman who cultivates poison skills outside, you can rest assured, the memory in her heart may still be there, but the 'shadow' hidden in the memory gap has been completely dispelled by Master Yuanci, but in her current state, if she is discovered by the high-level in the White Tiger Hall, she will inevitably see the problem."

"However, because of the cracks in my mood, it will be easier to ask what I want?"

The Taoist sighed thoughtfully, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said with a smile:

"It's up to you what you want to do with it."

"Other than that, this thing is for you."

The Taoist's right hand brushed from the table, leaving a jade bead, but the size of a thumb, the whole body is clear, and there is no flaw, under the sun, there is a slight sense of transparency, and the faintly complex lines rise and fall on the surface of the jade bead, constantly born and destroyed, and there is no repetition.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and said, "This is ......"

Dao said: "Naturally, it is Zigangzhu." ”

"Of course, the toxicity in the prototype of that divine weapon has been completely extracted, and it is no longer the original appearance at this moment, so unlike the Qilin, you can use it at will, without worrying about being seen. Its personality is far above your unicorn lock and wooden sword, but it is not for attacking. ”

With a flick of his hand, the jade bead turned into a streamer and landed on the placket of Wang An's wind.

The glimmer dissipated, and there was a tassel tied around the waist, like a jade pendant.

Wang Anfeng felt the heavy and huge in it, like the aura of the sky hanging low, his expression was slightly stunned, and he said in shock: "This bead is ......."

The Taoist smiled and said:

"Don't think about it."

"The qi in this bead is sufficient, but it is self-contained, and it is indestructible, with your cultivation at the moment, you can't mobilize the slightest bit at all, it's better to use the other two divine weapons obediently."

Wang Anfeng exhaled slowly and nodded.

But he was a little puzzled in his heart, unable to evoke the spiritual rhyme, nor able to mobilize the qi.

What is the role of such a divine soldier?

The Taoist smiled and replied:

"But because of this, when you wear this jade bead, it is equivalent to a whole world around you. The real world, even if it is very immature and only a prototype, is enough. ”

"It only serves one thing."

"Obscuring the heavens."

"Unless there is an immortal person, no one can calculate your heavenly chance, and even if there is such a person, you must first break the protection of an entire world before you can calculate your destiny, and from then on, you can also avoid the problem of martial artists, thaumaturgy cannot be cultivated at the same time."

"It is with the qi of other realms that the fate of this realm is calculated."

"Speaking of which, there are millions of possibilities for divine soldiers since the passage of time, but someone happens to have this luck, and among the millions of possibilities, they happen to find the one that suits you best."

"Little one, you're in luck."

Wang Anfeng was stunned, and then bowed to the mountains and rivers, and said:

"Junior, thank you, sir."

The voice echoed, but there was only silence between the mountains and rivers, and there was no reaction.

It wasn't until Wang Anfeng was urged by the ancient Taoist to leave the Shaolin Temple for the time being, that the wind passed through the sparse forest, and a flat voice sounded on the main peak.

“…… Talkative. ”

The Taoist didn't answer, just smiled.

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