The white paper fan in Luo Qingyu's hand is made of a special material that is not gold and silk, and it will not be damaged easily.

Therefore, it was hit by the clear yellow Buddha beads that broke through the air, and the two intersected, and the fan bones of the Buddha beads and the metal made a clear sound, and there was a blast-like compression energy fluctuation, which could not destroy it, but the strong force forced the white paper fan to float back a few steps, and the hand holding the fan couldn't help but tremble.

I turned my head to see the footsteps of four or five men approaching rapidly from the enemy's path.

Seeing the reinforcements coming, the white paper fan no longer played with my mind, and as soon as the folding fan turned, it rushed up and wanted to kill me.

I don't know the ruthless thoughts of this guy, even if he is weak, he forced a breath in his chest and stumbled back and forth. The white paper fan came first, and the sharp eyes on the fan bone were about to cut me apart, and the reinforcements had already rushed out of the forest, swishing, and several sharp sound of breaking the air came with a whizz, and the white paper fan turned its wrist and easily blocked the three red silk flying knives.

I saw the one who took the lead in making the flying knife, it turned out to be the black-faced instructor Ba Zhigang who had always been with me, and there were a few people behind him, I only knew Zhu Ke, who was in charge of logistics in Baihualing, and two young people with fresh faces, and after the end, I saw Jia Tuanjie with a majestic face, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and strode out of the dark forest.

When I saw this group of people coming out, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, the reinforcements at the base are not always late like the strips on TV, just come to collect the corpses. However, when I saw these people, I knew that there were reinforcements in time, and the arrival was limited.

It seems that Huiming has no choice, so he has to personally lead the team and kill here.

I staggered, turned my head, and found that the white paper fan did not immediately startle away, but retreated to the edge of the pool, brushed it, opened the folding fan stained with a lot of my blood, and slowly fanned myself. Look at this demeanor, this style, what a turbid son, a beautiful young man, with his refined and picturesque two beards, it is really a martial arts landscape painting.

Seeing me like a bloody man, Zhu Ke stepped forward a few steps, held me up, and asked Lu Zuo urgently, are you okay? Are you alright?

He asked, while taking out the powder used to stop bleeding from his arms and skillfully smearing it on me, while Ba Zhigang next to him held a number of flying knives in both hands, and asked me with a dark face What about the others, why are you the only one? I pointed to Wang Xiaojia and Lao Zhao in that direction, and said go quickly, they are working hard there, and I don't know what happened to Lu Dao......

Ba Zhigang looked back at Hui Ming, this old monk had a calm face, and scolded disdainfully, Look at your little bit of luck - he seems to be scolding me with this, which makes my heart suddenly burst into flames. The old monk glanced at the scene in the field, and snorted coldly and said It's just a white paper fan, I thought it was Zhang Daqiang, you all go over to help, I'll deal with it here.

Ba Zhigang and the others looked at the surrounding scene, and they didn't dare to refute it, nodding yes, Zhu Ke helped me, I pushed him away, and said that I was fine.

Zhu Ke glanced at me worriedly, patted me on the shoulder, said take care, and then picked up his sword and followed Ba Zhigang and the others.

Huiming walked slowly past me, gave me a very unceremonious look, and scolded softly: "Useless waste ......"

This voice was slight, but it was clear in my ears, and I was so angry that I felt that all the pain in my body could not match these few short words-Nima, as the chief instructor of the training camp, was infiltrated by the enemy into this trial base and didn't know what to do, and the reaction was so slow, I still had the confidence to scold me for being a waste?

What are these people, they are the most powerful rudder in the Evil Spirit Sect, you, an old monk of seventy or eighty years old, can't handle it, say me for Mao?

However, I didn't reply to him, as a person who has been in the society for many years, I have enough experience and vision, and I also know when to stand up, when to raise obscurity, and arguing in front of strong enemies, it is simply the rhythm of looking for death.

In the dark forest, countless battles were raging, and the Ghost Mask Robe Brothers and the big guys of the training camp were facing each other on the edge of this black water pool that was constantly tumbling and bubbling.

Although he saw the reinforcements coming from the dense forest, the white paper fan was not afraid, he greeted Huiming very happily, and said Master, since we said goodbye in Nanchong in 95, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, how are we lately?

My eyes instantly widened, and I was almost stunned, and my mind suddenly went blank, and I didn't know what to say.

Huiming blushed and said Luo Qingyu, you dog miscellaneous, since you made that zombie incident that affected the entire Nanchong and caused a stir across the country, the old man no longer has you as an apprentice, and he has nothing to do with me. If you really think of my teachings, then you can take them away, and you won't be able to escape anyway.

The white paper fan said respectfully to Huiming: "Master, you don't recognize the apprentice, but the apprentice can't disown the master, although most of my skills are practiced later, but the foundation is laid by you." Besides, you don't recognize me, but my sister and sister treat me kindly, it's the action planning this time, and most of it is the master who is behind the trouble, in order to avoid the damage to your old man's reputation, why don't you let me go and let me withdraw with the remnants? Oh, by the way, the kid behind you is the head designated by the master - he killed Senior Sister Jia Wei, and only one death can be freed, do you say yes or no? ”

Hearing the white paper fan calmly speaking, Huiming's face was cloudy, and he slowly looked back at me, which was meaningful.

Seeing that Huiming was a little moved, the white paper fan immediately puffed up like a clever tongue, and said: "Master, everything I have done is to avenge the tragic death of my senior sister in Miaojiang, you have to understand my hard work." This matter has become this face, and it is also implicated with the teacher, in the final analysis, it is your own poor supervision and dereliction of duty, and you will be held accountable after all. In this case, good birds choose trees to perch, you might as well join our robe brothers' club, the position of the big worship has long been vacant, if the big thing is done in the future, you also have a good background......"

The white paper fan said a lot of words, and the sky was falling, but my heart gradually became cold.

I said before that this world is really big, and this world is really small.

I never expected that the second-in-command of the Evil Spirit Sect in Honglu, the capital of Xichuan, the ghost-faced robe brother association that stood on its own, was actually the apprentice of the old monk Huiming, and what was even more surprising was that the leaker of the information about the training camp was actually the wife of the chief instructor, the old lady surnamed Ke - I can believe that she only played the role of a fuse, but after the death of so many people, Jia Tuanjie has been forced to go to Liangshan.

So, is he willing to kill his relatives in righteousness, to carry the black cauldron, and to shoulder the responsibility of this bloody case?

As far as I know about him, it's really hard.

After five minutes, after persuading Huiming with reason, emotion, and temptation, he stopped his words and waited for his master's decision.

During the whole process, Huiming didn't say a word, his eyes seemed to be closed, he listened quietly, and when the white paper fan was dry, he opened his eyes, revealing a bright light like a light bulb: "Luo Qingyu, fourteen years ago, you couldn't learn more than three or two percent of me, today I will consider you first, and see if you have made progress over the years!" ”

After he said this, his body was all the way, and his whole waist was as straight as a javelin, and his momentum was vigorous.

The white paper fan frowned, and his originally respectful expression immediately became arrogant.

Seeing Huiming's attitude, he knew that the old monk of the Dao was reluctant to have accumulated a face over the years, and it was impossible to follow him into the water, and immediately he no longer pretended to be the obedient appearance of the filial son and grandson, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and said Master, when I studied art with you, you made me learn the "Huayan Sutra" of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, and also practiced the "One Vehicle's Teachings Divided into Qi Chapters" and "Yuanjue Sutra Shujian", all of which are realms, as for the specific cultivation techniques, the true way of enlightenment, but only willing to pass on to the senior sister, so that I lived in vain for the first thirty years, and then I learned the wonderful method of refining corpses. But you want to drive me out of the house, more than ten years apart, I should really report to you about your studies, so that you know that this is better than the blue.

Huiming wrapped the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist around his right hand, and said as he walked forward slowly: "Luo Qingyu, you are a genius, a rare genius, a person like you, in Xichuan, may not be able to produce one for decades. In the first 20 years, I used Buddhist scriptures to cultivate you, because I wanted to sharpen your mind so that you could achieve great things, otherwise you would eventually fall into the devil's path. It's a pity that I was wrong, your heart, too anxious! ”

The white paper fan unfolded the stainless steel folding fan of the hand mountain, and finally revealed a hideous face: "Fuck your mother, what kind of fucking big-tailed wolf, others don't know, don't I know that you are cultivating the 'Empty Happiness Double Luck' Joy Zen in the Tantric Prajna?" ......"

As soon as his scolding fell, the folding fan flew over, and the eight-headed Yin Ghost Spirit Monkey got up from the surrounding dirt and flew towards Hui Ming.

Huiming intersected his hands, and his left hand gently rubbed the yellow Buddha beads on his right hand, which was several levels faster than the Japanese gold-fingered Kato Eagle, and soon rubbed off the red mark. His expression was relaxed, and he sneered at the Yin Ghost Spirit Monkey that flew towards him.

The sneer caused his serious face to be very funny, as if crying.

The four Yin Ghost Spirit Monkeys flew up and jumped up, grabbing at Hui Ming, who was walking slowly, with sharp claws raised from different directions.

"Dart ......"

Hui Ming spat out the truth, the lightning in his right hand swept forward, and the fist with the Buddha beads brushed over these vicious monkeys, and all the monkeys slipped down like sand sculptures and disappeared.