In the Shaolin Temple, the chalcedony burned and turned into a spiritual mist, surrounded by Zigang beads, like guarding the stars and the moon, arching and guarding this newborn divine soldier, accompanied by the surging mist, Lingyun squeezed into the divine soldier.

But no matter how much pressure was exerted, that purple gang bead refused to absorb the purest spiritual qi around it at all, and it just dipped and swirled in the void, the whole body was thorough, and the bright light was shining, almost covering the sunlight in the sky.

This has been going on for a whole hour.

A moment passed, and with a cold snort, the surrounding qi dispersed in all directions, and the lines that could not stop appearing on the purple bead disappeared, converging inside, and the whole was no longer clear, but still a little dim, and then fell downward, being held in the palm of an old hand.

The old man only shook his cuffs, and the sweet and greasy taste in the air instantly stopped, and all of them were included in the cuffs, and the appearance of the poisonous mist covering the sky seemed to have never appeared.

The faces of the three of them were revealed on the mountain, and they were all somewhat quiet.

Wu Changqing touched the bead, broke the silence and said:

"It looks like this purple bead is not quite the same as the previous unicorn lock."

The ancient Taoist put down the classics in his hand that he had flipped through several times, his voice was still gentle, he pinched his eyebrows, and said:

"The prototype of the divine soldier is naturally different from the wreckage of the divine soldier."

"The wreckage of the divine soldier has been broken for a long time, the spirituality is lost, less than one out of ten, and the outside world has forcibly added the spiritual rhyme, which is to send carbon in the fire, which can wake up the wreckage, but this bead is the prototype of the divine soldier, and what is lacking is not the aura at all, but something else."

"Every divine weapon is born by chance."

"Unless you find someone related to this bead, it will be difficult to make up for what this embryonic form lacks, and if you fill it in purely with spiritual rhyme, there is no way to give birth to the spirit of the divine soldier, but it is possible to break this bead."

The Taoist glanced at the beads in the old man's hand and quipped:

"If the divine soldiers don't live alive, it's useless to steal children."

Hongluo Yu bared his teeth and snorted coldly:

"Even if it's a soul, this kind of thing that is highly poisonous everywhere, I don't want to touch it."

"I'm not an old medicine jar or a little madman, this thing is very poisonous."

"Whoever likes to touch it, in short, I don't touch it."

The Taoist smiled gently:

"People who swear to say such things often break their promises and get fat."

"I'll see how long you can hold on."

Hong Luoyu raised his chin slightly and snorted with great disdain.

The Taoist retracted his gaze, and then frowned and said:

"But this bead is a little unusual."

"It looks like Mount Meru, but it looks like a bead the size of a finger, the so-called ability to quench the poisonous mist, but the disciple of Lu Yingbo's vein borrowed the huge space inside the bead to store and accumulate the poisonous mist, and then use it when facing the enemy."

"This kind of usage, but into the treasure mountain and empty back, the real mystery of this thing, has not been used at all."

"I don't know who the person who is really related to this divine weapon is, I'm afraid the realm is not low."

Hongluo Yu Road:

"Besides, if this thing can't be used, can't it be thrown here all the time? Let's talk about it first, if you're here, you can put away the old medicine jar yourself, I don't want to eat one day and my mouth will be full of poison. ”

"I'm not a disciple of your Medicine King Valley, and I'm not as thick-skinned as the Great Monk......"

Hong Luoyu sensed a shadow enveloping him, his voice paused slightly, and his body stiffened.

Yuan Ci stood calmly behind him, looked at the purple bead, shouted a Buddha name, and said:

"There is a way for this bead, the poor monk."

Hongluoyu moved to the side 'quietly' and 'carefully'.

Wu Changqing said:

"I don't know what the master said?"

Yuan Ci smiled slightly and said:

"Just come by fate."

Wu Changqing was stunned, and immediately smiled bitterly, and was about to let Yuan Ci say directly, don't hit the edge, when the heaven and earth qi suddenly changed, Wang Anfeng's figure appeared in the Shaolin Temple, and then strode over.

"Master......"

………………

Lu Yingbo pierced the tea soup in the tea cup with a silver needle hidden in the palm of his hand, mobilized a small amount of internal force, and confirmed that there was no problem with this cup of tea, so he drank it in small sips and moistened his throat.

In this process, we have been vigilant enough.

She doesn't trust the knife maniac.

And under the sword madness, the two resting warriors who have made a name for themselves on the black list are even more vigilant. But contrary to her expectations, the knife maniac didn't seem to intend to question her, and didn't take any action for several days, but this behavior made her more and more curious.

At the moment, she secretly calculated the time, Zi Gangzhu did not have her protection and the qi was closed, at this time, she should have been unable to control the poison inside, pouring out, and the qi was involved in the heavens and the earth, forming a vision, but with her sensitivity to poison, she did not notice that there was a sign of this kind of thing happening in this city.

Could it be that a knife maniac actually felt at ease to put the prototype of a divine weapon like Zigangzhu far away?

Or is he also good at similar Qi sealing martial arts.

Is it even enough to suppress the qi of a prototype of a divine weapon?

If it weren't for that, why didn't she respond to the divine soldiers who had been raising them for more than twenty years?

The thoughts in her heart rose one after another, and then sank again, compared to the worry about her own situation, the thoughts of doubt were more, just when her mind was disturbed, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone deliberately made the sound louder, but it was magnificent.

Lu Yingbo raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a knife still dressed in black pushing the door in.

The woman restrained her curiosity at the moment, leaned back a little, maintained her only dignity, and said lightly: "Have you finally decided to use torture?" Knife maniac. ”

Wang Anfeng's eyes were calm, he shook his head, and said:

"I didn't have this plan before, and I won't have it in the future."

Lu Yingbo sneered slightly:

"In that case, how about you just let me go?"

Wang Anfeng said:

"In addition to torture, there are naturally other ways to get what you want from your mouth."

"So-and-so said that three days ago."

Lu Yingbo almost couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard such an answer, and said:

"And what are you going to do when you're looking for me now?"

"What? You couldn't take me three days ago, can you have a way after three days? ”

The flat voice replied:

"Exactly."

Lu Yingbo was slightly stunned, and the rest of the words could not be spoken.

Because Wang Anfeng's hands had formed a Buddhist lion seal, he drank an ancient clumsy accent in his mouth, and at the same time, the Qi of the Buddhist Gate around his body shook the void, pointing directly at the hearts of the people.

Lu Yingbo's thoughts slowed down for a while, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

The last clear thought was stunned and then incredulous.

How can it be?

Three days, from scratch?

Where did he learn this method?

Wang Anfeng's expression was solemn.

Zen Buddhism is unlearned, extra-legal, imprinted with the heart, and does not establish words.

Once an epiphany, he became a Buddha on the ground.

Getting to that level is a dream, but getting started is not difficult.

Divine soldiers have absolutely vivid memories for any martial artist, and Lu Yingbo is not a martial artist who is good at his state of mind, his mental defense is weak, and he is caught off guard, and he has a great chance of succeeding for the first time.

The mark in Wang Anfeng's hand changed again, his expression was solemn, and the mantra of Buddhism came out of his mouth again, Lu Yingbo's heart was shaken, his eyes were dilated, and he was gradually at a loss.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly closed, and he said offended, and under the low noise of the Buddha's horn, under the agitation of the qi, the spiritual rhyme of the four-rank martial artist that could be mobilized by the four martial artists vibrate, and with the initial entrance to the Buddhism, his heart was connected, and he went straight into the depths of the inner crack of the woman in front of him.

At the moment, I only felt a trance, as if I had entered the weightlessness of Shaolin Temple from the outside world.

Then when he opened his eyes, the world was dark, and the scenes were shining, like meteors passing in front of Wang Anfeng's eyes, and the figures inside were confused, Wang Anfeng knew in his heart that this was an extremely important memory in the heart of the woman in front of him.

The pictures of these memories are plainly hidden in the bottom of my heart, and at this moment, under the characteristics of Zen Buddhism with the initiation of the heart, with the help of the spiritual contact that can only be done by the four martial artists, they are displayed in front of Wang Anfeng's eyes.

For the first time, Wang Anfeng understood why Sipin was already able to be called a pillar country.

It's just that opponents who have played against each other before don't seem to show this trait.

It seems that the same as the use of visions by the middle and third rank warriors, it is not a means that everyone can do.

At the turn of my mind, I thought of what the master had said that there is still a sect of Buddhism, and walking on the path of Standing King Kong is different from Zen Buddhism, but I don't know what it looks like.

At this time, in front of Wang Anfeng's eyes, the speed of the pictures was getting faster and faster, he didn't dare to be distracted anymore, he thought, and at the moment he collected his thoughts, as if he was stepping into a river that was constantly flowing backwards, without thinking about it, without other thoughts, in order not to be ejected.

At the same time, his eyes were slightly open, looking for a picture of Zigangzhu.

I don't know how long it has been, his eyes suddenly brightened slightly, a broken streamer suddenly became brighter, inside was a drowsy room, a huge wooden barrel, rising mist, Wang Anfeng looked a little familiar, and immediately realized that the wooden barrel was very similar to the one he had been using for the medicinal bath.

In front of the barrel was a beautiful woman, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, similar to Lu Yingbo.

It's just that the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are faintly sharp and mean, but they are three points worse than Lu Yingbo, and the clothes on their bodies are extremely beautiful, mainly blue, with a lot of silver jewelry, Wang Anfeng recognized that this was the dress of the Great Qin Nanban, and immediately thought that Lu Yingbo and Hu Xuan'er were probably from the Nanban, no wonder they were good at poisoning.

As he thought so, his gaze suddenly narrowed.

In the barrel, a thin little girl was drowned in the pitch-black potion, her lips were tightly closed, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she looked extremely painful.

The mouth of the bag opened, and all the contents were poured into the barrel potion.

But it was not all kinds of tonic that Wang Anfeng was familiar with, all of them were centipedes and toads, and they were not ordinary species, among them, he even saw a purple spider the size of a child's fist, with dark and dazzling compound eyes, lying on the back of the little girl in the barrel and biting through the skin.

Wang Anfeng's palm trembled slightly, and he instinctively popped out a qi machine and knocked the spider down.

Immediately, the secret path was not good, the existence in this consciousness could not withstand the vibration of his qi at all, and sure enough, this picture suddenly turned into fragments, disappeared like a meteor, and lurked deeper in Lu Yingbo's heart.

Wang Anfeng forcibly maintained his immobile state of mind and allowed the 'river' to flow.

After that, there were more pictures circulating, most of them were in a very remote village, all they saw was a narrow sky, and the things they experienced were painful even for bystanders like Wang Anfeng, and most of them were practicing with the most poisonous things in the world, and there were few quiet times.

Sometimes, just looking at the sky is hard to come by.

The martial arts inherited are different from those of Great Qin and the Western Regions.

Most of them have to rely on poison, first feed the poison with their own blood and internal force to grow up, and then feed themselves back, improve their skills, and gradually make their bodies turn into highly poisonous things, and even in the end, even the most poisonous insects in the world are unwilling to approach her.

Wang Anfeng immediately understood the source of Lu Yingbo's martial arts.

But then there was a question, why did such a woman who grew up in Nanban appear in the Western Regions? And in the pictures he has spied so far, this village is isolated from the world, there is no trace of contact with the White Tiger Hall, and her mother has no feelings for her, but it is just for her to inherit martial arts.

How did she become a subordinate of the White Tiger Hall?

At the moment, I was puzzled, and I secretly sighed that I was still in a hurry, if I could go further in the means of heart initiation, I would be able to move forward in the 'river' and find the part I wanted to see.

At this time, Wang Anfeng slid a picture in front of him.

The sky was dark, and there was fire in front of me.

Because the poison eroded the body, making it impossible for the body to continue to grow, Lu Yingbo, who remained at the age of nineteen, looked frightened, as if he had completely collapsed, his eyes were hollow, and his body and face were covered with blood.

The blood gathered into a long robe, the night was the eyes, and the flames danced into a strange mask.

A man who couldn't see his face clearly stood behind Lu Yingbo, holding Lu Yingbo's palm, Wang Anfeng realized that this person was the real key, and he looked at it at the moment, wanting to see the latter's appearance clearly, at this time, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at him calmly.

From the 'past' that doesn't exist.

Through the illusory memory, look at the real person who is in the 'now'.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted suddenly.

Instinctively tensed his body, and when he was about to interrupt the means of initiating his heart with his heart, that picture suddenly shattered and reorganized, the river reversed, and the other side of the bank was not pure and comfortable, and the scenes I had seen before reappeared, Lu Yingbo's girlhood, childhood.

At this point in her life, the most unforgettable things have resurfaced.

In every memory, the mask suddenly appeared, the man who couldn't see his face clearly, or at the beginning, with the strength of the four grades of the righteous path like Wang Anfeng, he instinctively ignored the man's face.

Lu Yingbo was staring at the sky and enjoying the rare tranquility, and the man behind him walked by holding a bamboo basket.

There were herbs and ores in the baskets, as well as toys for the children to bring back.

One of them is a mask upside down.

The child ran in front of her.

The child wears a mask on his face. Behind the children, a man handed her sugar water, unable to see her face clearly.

The woman added poisonous insects to her medicine pot, and the poisonous insects shook in the black potion.

The ripples turn into masks......

Such a scene that exceeded his expectations made Wang Anfeng's heart beat uncontrollably and accelerated, his scalp was numb, and immediately a guess appeared in his heart, an unreasonable, but extremely strong premonition.

That man is the owner of the White Tiger Hall!

White Tiger Hall Master!

Although the White Tiger Hall has not been in contact with Lu Yingbo's past.

However, the hall master of the White Tiger Hall 'imprinted' himself into every important memory of Lu Yingbo, not to change the memory, but to establish the result of 'he has special significance for Lu Yingbo' in the future, and then naturally, changed Lu Yingbo's 'past'.

For Lu Yingbo, that is the truth.

She naturally became familiar with the hall master of the White Tiger Hall.

This method made Wang Anfeng feel numb on his scalp, at this time, all the pictures, the man selling sugar water, the man holding Lu Yingbo in the night, and the man walking by with a basket, suddenly moved, and then raised his head in unison and looked at Wang Anfeng.

His eyes were dark.

Behind Lu Yingbo, who was practicing poison skills cross-legged, there were eighteen compound eyes of the tender yellow lord vibrating fluff.

Each compound eye reflects Wang Anfeng, who should not exist in the picture.

Wang Anfeng's scalp was numb, and he suddenly drank violently in his mouth, his hands formed a fearless seal, his whole body was covered by the aura and charm, and he was shining brightly, and the battle of consciousness was not sloppy.

He never thought that what was hidden behind Lu Yingbo would be so incredible.

This was completely beyond his guard, he had imagined all the possibilities, but at most he found nothing, and he was worried that he would be trapped in his memory and could not return, but the scene in front of him had completely exceeded his worldview.

The picture he saw was the memory of Lu Yingbo that he saw with his heart.

And the memory should be an illusory picture, every scene is a reflection of the past, not real.

There was no longer Lu Yingbo's past in front of him.

Because Lu Yingbo's skill is strong up to the fourth grade, if it weren't for Wang Anfeng's natural restraint of her poisonous skills, the master who almost looked down on her would have been nothingness in the past.

But in the void, there is truth.

The man in black walked from Lu Yingbo's memories and past, his face was still not real, but he smiled at the corners of his mouth, with the pure clarity of a young man, the generosity of a middle-aged man, and the wisdom and compassion of an elder, and then said softly in a familiar tone like a street dialect:

"Little brother, do we know each other?"

It is the street slang of Daliang Village. And there was a faint familiarity, as if this person had walked past his house in such a tone on a lazy afternoon.

Wang Anfeng's heart was full of alarm bells.

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