Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the tenth year. In the past ten years, Qin Hui has either practiced swords every day, or challenged masters everywhere. Ten years pass quickly, and with such a long time, it is easy to forget many things. Sometimes when Qin Hui comes back and thinks about it, she forgets that she is in the movie, not reality.

Whenever this time, Qin Hui, who felt confused, would take out a photo of Zhang Ling. Because after seeing Zhang Ling, Qin Hui felt that she was just a passerby in the movie.

Time is very cruel, in the seventh year after returning from the city of vain death, a generation of heroes, Yan Chixia, who bravely entered the Netherworld, passed away. He was alone, and he fell forever in Lanruo Temple, with only a golden demon slashing sword by his side, which accompanied him through the last journey of his life. It is said that his only friend, the famous ranger Yiye Zhiqiu, when he went to visit him, even the corpse was already stinking.

Whether Yan Chixia is a good person or not, Qin Hui doesn't know. But he knew that Yan Chixia was really righteous. Because of Ning Caichen's matter, Yan Chixia has always blamed herself. And the wounds left in the city of vain death have also been tormenting his soul.

In the eighth year, Zhu Yuming, the monarch of the Song Ming Dynasty, died after being sick for a few months because of the wind cold. Now enthroned as emperor is the crown prince Zhu Yanqing. After Zhu Yanqing ascended the throne, Fu Tianqiu also became the prime minister as he wished. And his two daughters, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi, also became the queens of the East and West Palaces. However, the right makes people confused, and I heard the folk gossip that the Fu sisters are now very unhappy because of the competition for favor.

As for Qin Hui's cheap uncle, the old demon of Montenegro, now hugs Xinna's two concubines all day long and lives a happy life. As for the names of these two concubines, one is called Nie Xiaoqian and the other is Ning Caichen.

Today's Master Zhao is also on the rise and has become the governor of Liangjiang. And after becoming the governor, Master Zhao couldn't get rid of the king catcher, because the king catcher also became the chief soldier of Liangjiang. After becoming the chief soldier, Wang Zhutou and Master Zhao still fought non-stop all day long. Today, Wang Zhutou will give Master Zhao eye medicine, and tomorrow Master Zhao will put on small shoes for Wang Zhutou. Hehe, as the saying goes, it's fun to fight with people.

The rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes. Fighting and killing every day is the main theme of the entire rivers and lakes.

"Donor, give a little!" With the words, thirty or forty monks stopped three or four young people dressed as heroes in the rivers and lakes.

"Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-seven! No way! Monk, you're not mistaken! More than 30 people came at a time, you are a local tyrant! The group of knights looked at the monks who came up and exclaimed.

"Go, go, go! We didn't break any money! The Jianghu guests said in disgust.

"No broken silver!" Dozens of monks glanced at each other, and then after reciting Amitabha, they said in unison; "Since the donor didn't break the silver, then give a silver ingot of one hundred taels. This is the money that the donors have for the Buddha to repair the golden body, and the monks will not refuse. After saying this, the monks gathered around.

Looking at the monks who came up, the Jianghu guests slowly retreated and shouted; "What! We don't want to give money, so you monks will rob it! ”

The monks glanced at each other, then took the stick pinned behind them in their hands. After holding the stick in his hand, a little monk with a kind face said with a smile; "Amitabha! Xiangguo Temple, where the young monks gathered, is now adding a golden body to the Buddha. Repairing the golden body for the Buddha is a matter of immeasurable merit, and I hope that the donors will not maroon these things outside the body! ”

"It's the monks of Xiangguo Temple who came out to make a fortune, and they will snatch all our underwear! Let's run! Several knights glanced at each other, and then scattered in a hurry, running towards different places.

"Don't go, don't go! Don't go! Dozens of monks shouted while chasing after them.

"Don't go!" A few big men who were eating listened to this, and rushed out directly as soon as they pulled out their waist knives.

"Don't go, don't go! Did anyone see the fugitives? Several big men brandished broadswords and asked loudly at the crowd.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Hui shook his head, then disappeared into the crowd with the sword in his arms.

"Amitabha! Master Qin, we have been separated for many years, but I didn't expect you to come to visit Baiyun! In the splendid Xiangguo Temple, a monk about thirty years old, wearing a bright red monk's robe, asked Qin Hui with a smile.

Qin Hui, who was standing outside the main hall, looked at the golden body of the Buddha in the main hall, and said to Monk Baiyun; "Why I'm here, you should know it!"

Monk Baiyun clasped his hands together and said; "Amitabha! In the past ten years, the donor has been constantly facing the masters of the Quartet, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism have not been able to raise their heads, and the limelight is really unique! Hehe, I just didn't expect that the little monk He De could be worthy of the donor's challenge! ”

After Monk Baiyun just folded his hands, before Qin Hui could speak, he immediately raised his hand with a palm and shouted; "Divine Palm!" With Monk Baiyun's words, one by one, the golden palms that were high headed towards Qin Hui.

Qin Hui rose from the ground and let go of the golden palm that came from the fight.

"Boom!" With a bang, the golden palm that had been conceded by Qin Hui suddenly hit the stone statue of a Dharma Protector Heavenly King. And the stone statue of the Heavenly King, which is more than four meters high and carved from stone, was smashed.

Qin Hui, who was flying in the air, looked at the stone statue behind him that was blown up and shattered bones, and said with a smile to Monk Baiyun; "What a monk with a Buddha in his heart! It's so dark! ”

"Good, good!" The compassionate Baiyun monk, after smiling slightly, flicked his sleeves, waved his palms at Qin Hui again and again, and shouted; "Ten thousand Buddhas!" As he spoke, the golden palm prints rushed towards Qin Hui one after another.

"Aang!" After a dragon groan, Qin Hui, who was holding the sword in his hand, swung his sword suddenly. With the dragon-shaped sword light, he cut through the dozen or so golden palm prints that rushed towards him, all of which were slashed with one sword.

"The boy worships the Buddha!" Monk Baiyun looked at the sword light that came straight to him after cutting his palm print. He clasped his hands together, sandwiched the sword light in his palm, and bowed down.

"Aang!" With the sound of the dragon's groan, the big dragon, which was caught by the hands of the white cloud monk, let out a dragon roar, rushed out of the white cloud monk's palm, and shot towards the head of the white cloud monk.

Monk Baiyun looked at the sword light that rushed in, and quickly tilted his head and narrowly avoided it.

Monk Baiyun looked at the golden blood left in his hand and said with a wry smile; "The donor's strength is extraordinary, and Bai Yun, the newly trained Buddha's golden body, is far from being an opponent!"

After Qin Hui fell from the sky, he smiled bitterly at Bai Yun and said with a smile; "In the past ten years, I have faced all kinds of masters, and I have been challenged by many masters. But among these people, you are still the first one who can forcibly take my sword qi under the age of fifty! ”

"Amitabha!" Monk Baiyun recited the Buddha's name, and then invited him to say; "There are many female donors here who need to be almsgiving, so why donor Qin just stay here for a few more days."

When Qin Hui heard this, he immediately shook his head and said; "Forget it, I just happened to walk here, so I came up and took a look. These female donors, you should give it yourself! After saying this, Qin Hui grabbed the sword and turned to leave.

"Amitabha! In the past, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and then there was a poor monk to save the world! What a merit! Monk Baiyun said, revealing a look of compassion.

"Dingdong, congratulations to the host for completing the mission, please get ready to return."

Listening to the sound ringing in her ears, Qin Hui, who had been waiting for ten years, nodded with a smile.

A flash of light flashed, and Qin Hui disappeared into the world of A Chinese Ghost Story and returned to the real world.