Let's say that Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi in the Buddha Hall tested almost all the Buddhist scriptures with water, but they didn't find anything.

Wu Mingyin was not in a hurry in the dark, but the bald old man among the two old men of the Songshan faction was already a little uncontrollable, but fortunately, the white-haired old man suppressed him on the side, signaling him not to be in a hurry.

As for Yue Buqun, he was extremely calm, showing a deep city government and strong concentration.

At this time, I only heard Lin Pingzhi say a little deflated: "Senior brother, it seems that these scriptures have not been soaked in special herbs. ”

Ling Hu Chong sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Lin, it seems that I was whimsical. ”

Ever since he overheard his master's suspicion of him, Ling Hu Chong has always wanted to help Lin Pingzhi find the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits and clear his suspicions.

Suddenly, Ling Hu Chong saw that the scriptures were bound with threads, and there were mezzanines inside, would the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits be hidden in it? So he immediately put forward his own idea.

Lin Pingyi also felt that it made sense, so the two began to disassemble the scriptures again.

Ling Hu Chong picked up a Buddhist scripture, pulled off the silk thread of the book, and spread the pages flat.

Lin Pingzhi picked up the pages one by one and reflected them in front of the candlelight, checking whether there was any handwriting in the mezzanine.

The two of them worked hard for a while, and finally dismantled all the twelve scriptures, but they did not find any trace of the evil sword spectrum from the mezzanine.

Lin Pingzhi sighed: "All the scriptures have been dismantled, and it seems that they are not in the scriptures." Senior brother, thank you, it's not early, you might as well go back and rest early. ”

Linghu Chong also understood that he couldn't force everything, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, then I'll go back first." ”

Ling Hu Chong said, just as he was about to walk out of the Buddha hall, Yu Guang happened to see the portrait of the ancestor of Bodhidharma in the Buddha hall, the left hand of Bodhidharma in the portrait was placed behind his back, as if he had pinched a sword duel, and the index finger of his right hand pointed to the roof.

Ling Hu Chong's mind flashed with inspiration, and he immediately stopped and looked towards the roof.

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong stopped abruptly, Lin Pingzhi looked at the roof, and was also shocked in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, did you find anything?" ”

Linghu Chong said: "There is something strange on the roof. As he spoke, he immediately jumped up, aimed his palms in the direction of the index finger of his right hand, and struck out.

Hearing a "bang", dust and mud and sand scattered in all directions, and then a red thing floated down from the roof, but it was a monk's robe.

Lin Pingzhi stretched out his hand to catch the robe, unfolded it and shone it slightly in the candlelight, and immediately saw the dense small characters on it, and couldn't help but be surprised: "There are a lot of words on it, it seems that it should be it." ”

When Lin Pingzhi was surprised, the roof suddenly opened, and two figures jumped down like electricity.

Ling Hu Chong exclaimed, "Senior Brother Lin be careful. ”

It's a pity that Ling Hu Chong's reminder was still a little late, and one of the two figures, the bald old man, swept away the robe in Lin Pingzhi's hand and lit his sleeping hole. The other white-haired old man directly swung his knife at Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong first took a step back, then drew his sword and unfolded a sword-breaking style to meet the enemy, and shouted, "Who are you? ”

The white-haired old man didn't answer, but just opened and closed and slashed at Ling Hu Chong.

Although Ling Hu Chong's Dugu Nine Sword was initially refined, the white-haired old man's knife speed was very fast, and the candlelight was blocked by his figure, so the sword momentum was naturally not so clear.

I couldn't see the sword momentum clearly, and I was taken advantage of again, and for a while, Ling Hu Chong's Dugu Nine Sword did not exert its due power.

Otherwise, if it were changed to daytime, it was estimated that Ling Hu Chong would be able to break the white-haired old man's sword momentum in one or two moves.

At this time, the bald old man on the side also saw that Ling Hu Chong was a hard character, so he immediately put the robe into his arms and attacked it with a knife.

The two old men's swordsmanship was so fast that Hu Chong knew that he had to change his position so that Candlelight could see their knife momentum clearly, so he hurriedly jumped sideways and dodged the steel knife in the hands of the two.

After this flash, due to the location, Ling Hu Chong saw the way of the two of them through the candlelight of the Buddhist hall on the side.

"Look at the sword!" Linghu Chong snorted lightly, unfolded the sword-breaking style in the Dugu Nine Swords, and only heard two sounds, and the steel knives in the hands of the two old men fell to the ground.

Wu Ming saw it really in the dark, it was Ling Hu who sprinted into the wrist acupoint of the two, and he couldn't help nodding in approval, this Dugu Nine Swords, Ling Hu Chong learned better than Qu Feiyan.

The white-haired old man changed his moves very quickly, and after he didn't have a knife in his hand, he immediately slashed at Ling Hu Chong's chest.

Ling Hu Chong didn't expect him to change his moves so quickly, he was shocked, and hurriedly swung his sword to stab, but the tip of the sword pierced his throat, and the white-haired old man fell to the ground in response.

The bald old man was shocked, and Ling Hu Chong stabbed out a sword at this time, and the tip of the sword immediately pointed at his throat, and shouted: "What is the way you came from, tell me, I will spare your life." ”

The bald old man looked at the white-haired old man who fell to the ground, and said sadly: "My brothers and I are rampant in the rivers and lakes, and they rarely meet opponents, but today they died under the sword of Zunjia, and the high-ranking disciple of Huashan Ling Hu Chong really deserves his reputation." ”

Linghu Chong was shocked when he saw that he knew himself, and saw that he seemed to be sad about the death of the white-haired old man, and he was a righteous person, so he was a little unbearable, and immediately said: "You give me the robe, and I will not be difficult for you tonight." ”

However, the bald old man did not appreciate it, and laughed: "How can I be a vulture who surrenders? Before he finished speaking, he saw his left hand flip, but a dagger pierced his heart.

Ling Hu Chong couldn't bear it very much, put the long sword in his hand on the ground, and said softly: "Alas, I'm going to let you go, why are you doing this......"

After sighing, Ling Hu Chong was about to lean down and take out the robe from the bald old man's arms, when another person jumped off his head and slashed at Ling Hu Chong's back with a palm.

Wu Ming naturally saw it clearly, and the person who attacked Ling Hu Chong was naturally Yue Buqun, who had been hiding and not moving before.

However, looking at his posture, he had no intention of causing the fox to rush to death, otherwise Wu Ming's six-vein divine sword would have already been shot at this time.

Although Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship is very skillful, but his ability to respond to the enemy is still a big step behind the first-rate master, at this time, Yue Buqun suddenly attacked from behind, where did he have time to take the long sword on the ground.

only heard a bang, Ling Hu Chong was slapped hard, and then passed out.

Yue Buqun hurriedly leaned down, took out the robe from the bald old man's arms, unfolded it slightly, put it away immediately, and then left the Buddhist hall, quietly disappearing in the night.

Wu Ming sneered in the dark, even the person who wanted to pit his apprentice dared to call him a gentleman's sword, and he was really a sanctimonious hypocrite.

It's a pity that this evil sword spectrum is not a good thing, whoever gets involved is unlucky, Wu Ming seems to have foreseen the scene of Yue Buqun swinging his sword from the palace and becoming a eunuch.

Although the two coveted old men had died, and Yue Buqun had also left, Wu Ming did not dare to be careless, for fear that someone would come at this time and harm Ling Hu Chong's life, so Wu Ming had no choice but to continue to be a "protector" in the dark.

When the sky gradually began to shine, a mother and daughter came to this Xiangyang Lane.

Wu Ming recognized them from afar as Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan.

The mother and daughter first called inside and outside the house, and finally found the unconscious Ling Huchong and Lin Pingzhi in the Buddhist hall.

Wu Ming secretly said in his heart, the current situation is very different from the original Xiao Ao, as long as Ling Hu Chong fights for himself, with a hypocrite like Yue Buqun, after obtaining the evil sword spectrum, he should still seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and is biased towards Ling Hu Chong.

As for whether this would be the case, Wu Ming was not too worried, because when he saw Yue Lingshan's full love for Ling Hu Chong, he was afraid that he would be unswerving, and nothing could separate them except life and death.

So Wu Ming didn't stay anymore and quietly went away.

After returning to the inn and washing up, Wu Ming ate breakfast on the street, and it was not until the third pole of the day that he walked slowly towards the colorless nunnery.

At this time, Qu Feiyan and Yilin lingered for a long time on the corner not far from the entrance of the Colorless Nunnery.

Seeing Wu Ming coming, Qu Feiyan was very happy, but when he greeted him, he said coquettishly: "Master, why did you come so late, causing people and Sister Yilin to wait for so long, you have to compensate us well." ”

Wu Ming said with a smile: "Yan'er, don't you want to visit Fuzhou City, then today Master will take you to have a good walk, what is delicious and fun, let's go." ”

Qu Feiyan immediately said excitedly: "Great, thank you, Master." Sister Yilin, let's go, let's go shopping. ”

Yilin wanted to go, but she was a nun, and her dress was very inconvenient, so she immediately shook her head and said, "Feifei, you and your master go, I won't go." ”

Qu Feiyan took Yilin's hand and said with a grin: "Sister Yilin, go ahead, didn't we all talk about it last night?" ”

When Yilin was hesitating, Wu Ming smiled and said, "Lin'er, it's rare to come to Fuzhou, let's go." ”

Wu Ming's smile particularly fascinated Yilin, and when she saw him personally invite, her heart moved, and she forgot to insist, and immediately nodded shyly "um".

Next, the three of them walked around Fuzhou City.

Fuzhou City is very lively, there are many kinds of southern Fujian food and snacks, but unfortunately Yilin is a little nun, this can't be eaten, that can't be eaten, so Wu Ming wants her to return to vulgarity as soon as possible.

Qu Feiyan is like a roundworm in Wu Ming's stomach, he seems to know what Wu Ming, the master, thinks, and every now and then, he will say: "Sister Yilin, this can't be eaten, that can't be eaten, this nun is too aggrieved, you might as well be vulgar, in the future, Master and I will accompany you to travel the world, eat until you are old, play until you are old, how happy it is." ”

Since she fell in love with Wu Ming, Yilin has actually thought about this problem, but she grew up in Baiyun Nunnery since she was a child, and she was deeply nurtured by her master Dingyi Shitai.

Besides, she was also used to the life of a nun, and if she hadn't met Wu Ming, she wouldn't have thought about it.

……

Although Yilin couldn't eat a lot of things and refused to go to many places, the three of them still had a good time in Fuzhou City.

In the evening, when the three of them returned to the Colorless Nunnery, they heard about one thing, that is, the Dingxian Shitai sent a carrier pigeon, which mentioned that they were trapped in the Longquan Sword Casting Valley.