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"Door master, Yan Gongzi, we have arrived, this is Shuanghe Hall."

It snowed overnight last night, Yan Chunlei avoided the carriage early, enjoying the warmth in the car, looking at the snow scene outside the car, and had the urge to say a few words.

"Oh, it's here, it's good." Someone who was pretending to sleep on the side opened his eyes and said with a haha in his mouth.

"Brother Xian said what he said is good."

Meng Yuanxin said Of course you won't understand, I was calculating the order of arrival, and I was afraid that there would be a change, and now that I have arrived at the ground with almost no delay, of course I have to say that it is good.

Their journey seemed to be peaceful, but there was a branch hidden in it, that is, the question of priority.

According to Leng Qin's layman, this Dan Fengxuan is proficient in poison skills, and the seven-step broken intestine red is a first-class power, although Yan Chunlei has his own poison pill, and the protagonist of the original book has the jade pendant that Shui Hongshao gave to his old lover Xian Bing to protect himself, but the reincarnation does not.

In this case, the reincarnation will most likely have to solve the problem of how to deal with the poison gong on their own. And the mother and son mentioned by Leng Qin are the strange people who have a deep understanding of the poison of "Seven Steps to Break the Intestines" and prepare the anti-poison. Therefore, the reincarnator can consider going to the mother and child first to get the antidote.

However, the main god space will not have a choice for the reincarnator to be exhaustive, if you go to find the mother and son first, then it is likely to miss the rescue of Shuanghetang, although on the surface, Mi Ruyan's death is only 5000 essence points, but it is likely to lead to the narrowness of the next choice and the change of Yan Chun's thunder feelings.

Therefore, Meng Yuan did not hesitate to choose to go directly to Shuanghe Hall, according to the normal time calculation, so that it is almost non-stop all the way, as long as he arrives at Shuanghe Hall, he will definitely be able to rush to the front of Gan Mingzhu and his party, otherwise the task of rescuing Mi Ruyan will be meaningless. Now that they have reached the ground, they have gained a slight advantage in time.

"Door Master, something seems wrong here, right?" Got out of the car and thought impermanence.

"There's something wrong." Yan Chunlei asked when he heard this.

"Brother Yan, there should be only one Shuanghe Hall, right?"

"Of course, although this Mi master has some ability, he is cautious in temperament, and he is not a big person, so when Shuanghetang was in the seventh cultivation of martial arts, although it was a famous martial arts family, it then declined." Yan Chunlei said.

"That's right." Meng Yuan explained: "Look here, these two doors are made of copper, I'm afraid they don't weigh hundreds of pounds, and there is a crane with wings ready to fly on the left and right doors, which means that this is the Shuanghe Hall, but there is already a layer of moss on the door, and the scratches on the door are some days, indicating that the door has not been opened for at least four or five days." That is to say, the master of the rice hall has either left or has not come out for several days. Moreover, there should not be many disciples in this hall, or even no disciples. ”

"Could it be that I heard about Yueyangmen, and I went to take refuge, let's go in and have a look."

Yan Chunlei said, stretched out his hand and pushed, with his strength, he was not able to push this door.

"Latched from the inside, there should be someone inside." Meng Yuan reached out and buckled the door knocker and listened.

"Turn it on." Seeing that there was no movement inside, Yan Chunlei raised his eyebrows and held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"I'll do it anyway." Meng Yuan's sleeves flicked, and he already had a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wings between his fingertips, and he reached into the crack of the door and picked it hard, only to hear Kata's sound, something inside was picked open.

The bronze door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside, but it was the front hall of a Taoist temple, dedicated to Wang Lingguan, and the incense in the incense burner had been extinguished for a long time, I don't know how long. There was a thin layer of ash on the floor, as if it hadn't been cleaned in days.

"For about three days, no one has been here."

The two of them swept past the side door and into the courtyard.

"Doorman"

This is the first impression that this place brings to the three people, the dozen or so trees in the courtyard, neglected to take care of, have lost all their leaves in the dead winter as early as the winter, leaving only bare branches, dead branches and leaves all over the ground, paved with the former bluestone path.

The air was dry and cold, and although the three of them had deep internal strength, it was uncomfortable to stand in the cold wind of this late winter.

"I came here with my father once more than 10 years ago, and there are still a few disciples here." Yan Chunlei sighed: "Kanli Venerable Master Mi Ruyan is a Taoist, since returning to the hidden rivers and lakes, in addition to training a few disciples, is to do Fang Langzhong, refining alchemy, at that time the incense here was still quite lush, but I didn't expect it to be like this now." ”

Meng Yuan took a few steps to the side, stood still in front of a tall jujube tree, and asked, "Brother Yan, do you see how much this person's adamantine kung fu has been practiced?" ”

On the bare tree, covered with countless scars, one of which is the most obvious crossover trace of a "ten" shape, which is more than an inch deep into the trunk, and on the side of the trace of the "ten" shape, someone left a line of handwriting with his finger "Yin Jianping technique was first dyed in the year of Yihai." ”

"Yihai year, it should be seven years ago, looking at this kung fu, there should be seven fires. can practice this kung fu to such a level, if he has the opportunity, Yan has an opinion on him. Yan Chunlei said.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a while." Mengyuan didn't say anything, but walked around the courtyard with the light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace.

The door of the main hall is hidden, and the statues of Taishang Laojun and Lu Zu are enshrined inside, and there are ever-bright candles lit on the side.

"There's someone here!"

Meng Yuan smiled slightly, deliberately took a heavy step, and walked towards the Danfang on the side.

There was a faint smell of wine in the air, which was getting stronger and stronger, and when it came closer, just smelling it made people feel slightly drunk.

"You're still back?"

An old and stumbling inquiry came from the Dan room.

"It's good to be back, uh, the wine is out again." The man hiccuped, slurring his words.

Meng Yuan groaned slightly, raised his legs and stepped in, only to see a drunken white-haired old Taoist priest leaning against the wall of the Danfang.

His white hair was like grass, his green sermon robe was filthy, a little hunched, and his eyes were confused.

If it weren't for a pair of thicker arms than ordinary people, this would be an old man with an old dragon clock, where would he be like a martial arts celebrity.

"Hiccup, you're not him, who are you, and why are you here?"

Seeing Meng Yuan come in, the old man rubbed his eyes, maybe he hadn't woken up yet, and his walking movements were staggering, his expression was quite nervous, as if he was afraid of something, he took two steps forward, and slammed his hands on Meng Yuan's shoulders.

This trick can be called exquisite, but maybe he was hollowed out by wine, but the speed of this move is really not flattering, if it is an ordinary person, he may be caught off guard, but the person in front of him is Meng Yuan.

His hands flipped up like electricity, like two crane claws, and he grabbed it in the air, which was a move in his newly fused hundred birds' palms, "Three Cloud Claws." ”

The old man's wrists were pinched into his hands.

If it was an ordinary person, and the wrists were in the hands of the other party, it would be a situation that had been controlled, but the old man just let out a "huh" and shook his strength violently.

Meng Yuan was not careful, he almost broke out of his hand, and immediately added a point of strength, and used the kung fu of breaking the golden finger, and buckled it hard, only to feel that the strength of the opponent's forearm was a little surprisingly large, under the opponent's unique force technique, it was like a big snake, writhing vigorously, but it couldn't break free of Meng Yuan's five fingers.

"Could it be that this is the iron-fisted kung fu of the Yan family's three uniques?"

Meng Yuan, who had already guessed the identity of the other party, did not add any more strength to give this drunk old man some color, but directly carried out the mental method of transferring flowers and jade. This set of mental methods is the best at grasping the other party's power mode, and dialing it all back, the two of them pushed each other back and forth a few times, and Meng Yuan had already touched the power method of the other party's wrist muscles and bones for seven or eight points.

This is mainly because the difference in skill and realm between the two is too great, just like a coin trick, if you let the magician change, it is difficult for the onlooker to see the strangeness, but if it is an unskilled apprentice who is doing the same trick, but the bystander is a magician, then it is likely that as long as you watch it once, the trick of this trick will be learned. Of course, to do the same trick, the magician needs to go through a period of practice.

This old man couldn't break free of Meng Yuan's hand, he took a breath, his whole body was full of size, and he rushed under his feet, and directly bumped into Meng Yuan.

"Phew"

I saw that this old Dao somehow turned half a corner under his feet, and hit the wall of the Dan room on the side, and the dust on the ceiling fell like rain, Meng Yuan immediately stimulated the body protection qi, but this old Dao didn't react so quickly, and directly made a gray face, and coughed continuously.

"Brother Xian, what's going on, uh, is this the Master of the Mi Hall?" Yan Chunlei, who rushed over when he heard the sound, was very taken aback, and looked at the old Dao who was knocked unconscious by Meng Yuan's slap, and asked with some uncertainty.

"It should be, he's a little too drunk, as soon as he sees me, he will shoot at me, impermanence, find some cold water." Meng Yuan picked up this unlucky old way with an innocent face, and walked outside like a cat.

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