Shaolin Temple.

The scenery is as always, the green mountains are handsome, on the lonely peak, the monks sit cross-legged, the old man reads, the green shirt is lazily sitting on the bamboo chair, holding a scroll of Danjing but not looking, only closing his eyes and listening to the breeze, between the eyebrows is cold as usual.

Wang Anfeng suddenly relaxed.

As if the clouds had disappeared, the original thoughts of dancing like a group of demons disappeared in an instant, leaving only stability, pursing his lips, and the young man stepped forward to salute as usual, and said in a low voice.

"I've seen Master, Second Master, Sir."

The chanting voice paused slightly, and Yuan Ci opened his eyes and looked at the young man.

Mind churning.

He really had a lot of emotion in his heart, and there were still many worries and fears, but he was overjoyed, and all kinds of thoughts came to his lips, but he just said lightly:

"Feng'er, you're doing a good job."

The tone is warm and mellow, but the emotions in it are only clear to yourself.

On the side, Wu Changqing put down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, looked at Wang Anfeng, and sighed with the same emotion in his heart, and asked if there was any injury, the scribe seemed to be impatient, raised his eyes, glanced at Yuan Ci and others, and said coldly:

"This kind of stupid opponent, if you can't deal with it, you deserve it."

Fu glanced at Wang Anfeng again, and a trace of imperceptible softness flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he scolded again:

"You haven't been here in days."

"So slack."

"Since you're here today, let's go and practice!"

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The gate of Bronze Man Alley slowly closed, and a roar came out, isolating the inside and outside, and the young man looked at the opponent who appeared in front of him, took a slight breath, and his expression became calm.

Outside, however, the heavens and the earth changed in an instant.

The clear blue sky slowly crumbled, turning into nothingness, gloomy surging, looking at it makes people chill their hands and feet, outside the Shaomuro Mountain, the mountains and the earth have turned into a desolate ruins, there are hideous sword marks, permeated with cold and sharp qi, and there is no longer the slightest life.

But there was still a sun hanging in the sky.

The light emitted was like weeping blood, sprinkled all over the ruined heaven and earth, like a dying person, coughing up the last blood from his mouth, shocking and filled with unspeakable despair.

Yuan Ci glanced at the sky, and a trace of fear flashed on his always resolute face, and he said in a complicated manner:

"The avenue collapses, and the heavens and the earth return to ruins......"

Wu Changqing pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but the old man's slightly dry look at this time revealed what he was thinking.

He and Yuanci were born in this world, which is the real world for them, if this world collapses and destroys, they will not be spared, they will only fall and disappear like the sunset, leaving no traces.

In the face of such a scene, even if the state of mind and martial arts are far beyond ordinary people, it will still be a little terrifying.

The scribe sneered, casually put the Danjing aside, his face was paler than before, and he was wearing a green shirt, which looked a little thin and sharp, like a fast sword out of the sheath, and said disdainfully:

"What is false is also worthy of being called the Tao?"

Yuan Ci retracted his gaze and said slowly:

"Vimalaya once said that when you look at the suffering of the world, you are not tired of life and death, you are not tired of life and death, you are looking at the absence of life, the law of life is carrying everything, and you are looking at the vain of all the laws, and there is no master and no appearance."

"All things are nothing, and the avenue is true."

Mr. Win shook his head and sneered:

"But what is fake is what is fake, and it will shatter when touched."

The voice paused slightly, as if he thought of something, the scribe's face turned cold, and he stopped talking, today he cut the part of this world that was triggered, but it caused greater and more serious consequences, the structure of this heaven and earth is different from the other, the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers are extremely closely related to each other, one is broken, and the rest are damaged.

Now, apart from this Mt. Shomuro, the rest of the world is in ruins.

Fang Cai was just too lazy to explain to Wang Anfeng, and just used his own authority to construct an illusory image.

The three of them were silent for a long time, and the scribe turned over his hand and took out the broken jade bead, most of the spiritual rhyme in it had been poured out, and the remaining small part was used to stabilize the existence of the Shaolin Temple itself, as well as to reawaken Wu Changqing and Yuanci.

This is just an empty shell.

But because there is only an empty shell left, so you can feel the aura of the aura that once existed, as well as the traces of extreme antiquity, as if it does not belong to this era, Mr. Win's fingers gently rubbed this jade bead, felt the charm on it, closed his eyes slightly, and said:

"The spirit of this bead can reconstruct the world."

"And the most important thing is the ability to refine the fake into the real."

Yuan Ci's expression was slightly stunned, and a faint streamer had appeared on the fingertips of the scribe, and the jade bead emitted a ghostly light, gradually deformed, and finally turned into an elixir, which outlined the Tao lines, as if there were hundreds of birds and phoenixes, and it seemed that the dragon could be seen soaring, and the seductive fragrance was rising, but it was about to climb to the peak when it stagnated and disappeared.

Wu Changqing's expression was moved when the aroma of the elixir emerged, and at this time, seeing that his success had fallen short, a look of annoyance and heartache uncontrollably appeared on his face, and he took a few breaths before he cleaned up his mood vibration, raised his eyes to look at Mr. Win, and hesitated:

"Sir, this is ......"

The scribe bowed his head and said:

"Qingli Red Fire Pill."

The voice fell, and the elixir in his hand had been deformed, and it had changed back into the jade bead, and then it slowly shattered, turning into powder and completely disappearing into this world, after all, it was a broken remain, and the derived thing could only exist for a moment.

But the appearance of this scene itself caused a huge shock to Wu Changqing and Yuan Ci's hearts.

Qingli Red Fire Pill.

The upper three pins of elixir in the game back then were able to completely eliminate the negative status penalty after the character was killed.

And in the rivers and lakes in their memories, there is a panacea that can cure almost any serious injury. For the warriors who lick blood from the knife edge and fight in the rivers and lakes, it is almost equivalent to a second life.

Refining the fake, making it true.

Wu Changqing's eyes widened slightly, and his heart shook.

The original grade limit seems to have the hope of being broken.

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I don't know if it's because of his relaxed mood, Wang Anfeng's practice today is quite smooth. The move was hearty, and he defeated several opponents in the bronze statue one after another, and was beaten out of the door because of a momentary miss.

Now after all, he is walking with Gong Yu and the others, and he is worried that Baili Feng and others will have something to find him halfway, so after finishing the practice of Bronze Man Lane, he said goodbye to the two masters and Mr. Win, who still had a cold face, and left, and returned to the inn in Fufeng Guancheng.

It's just that when he returned, Mr. Ying and Yuan Ci rarely issued him a 'mission' again.

The scenery of Shaolin Temple is shattered inch by inch in front of him, in a blink of an eye, the boy has sat back in the guest room of Fufeng Guancheng, at this time because no one is watching, the candle has been extinguished, the young man looked for the flint, and lit it again, under the faint candlelight, Wang Anfeng slowly spread out the paper scroll in his hand, his eyes swept from the words on the paper, and read out softly:

"Something Found."

"It is characterized by a fairly ancient existence, possibly a jade bead, and a spiritual charm in it."

"In the case of ensuring their own safety, find relevant records, and give rewards according to the degree of completion of the task."

The boy looked at it twice, memorized it all in his mind, and then rolled the paper into his arms, thinking that the previous task seemed to have failed, and this time it must be completed.

Fu meditated on the bed for a while, and as the night deepened, he blew out the candle flame and fell asleep peacefully.

PS: It's almost eleven or twelve o'clock, and there is a more