That night, I made up my mind to kill the old man of the Vajra Sect, whether he was strong in martial arts or in Vajra.

I lay in bed and couldn't sleep, thinking about it all night, tossing and turning all night, and my mind was full of plans on how to kill the old man. It wasn't until dawn that I fell asleep from exhaustion, and when I woke up again, it was already sunburned, and the countless xx plans that flashed in my mind last night were also erased along with the early morning, which was simply a good time for a night of blindness. However, I was so hungry that I searched through the entire Tongtian Pavilion only to find half a steamed bun, a pickle, and this combination did not look like eating the rest but like a mouthful of relief food specially left for me, I comforted myself with Buddhism, some eating is better than starving. I think that Master first caused me pain in my heart, and then damaged my muscles and bones, and now I have to eat bran vegetables. Could it be that Master is suggesting that I should go to the vast world and do something great?

Suddenly, I was full of emotion in my heart, and I wrote a poem while nibbling on steamed buns.

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains,

You have to go up the mountain to fight tigers.

Knowing that it is gone, and not looking back,

Half a steamed bun sent me away. 」

After composing the poem, the whole person was refreshed and high-spirited. I think that if life is not satisfactory, drink and write poems and fart.

I hummed a little song and went to the Qianshui House to find the little persimmon to discuss, but when I went, he had already left, and his roommate estimated that he had set off at the end of the day.

I asked him what letters he could leave behind.

The roommate said: No.

I said, "There is no verbal correspondence?"

The roommate said: Maybe there is or not, at that time we all slept soundly before dawn, and I heard the movement in a daze and knew that he was gone, and I had no impression of what to say.

At that moment, my whole body seemed to be choked on steamed buns, and it was difficult to breathe, why did I say goodbye without saying goodbye. In my eyes, the little persimmon is more greedy for life and afraid of death than me, but it is such a brother who is more greedy for life and afraid of death than me to go to the battlefield one step ahead of me, neither waiting for me to go with me nor leaving a word to explain, which is really embarrassing.

I'm different from Little Persimmon, because I have a little literary atmosphere, so I'm more pretentious. Before leaving the valley, I first wrote a tear-jerking farewell letter, the purpose of which was to thank the heavens, the earth, the master, and thank you. After that, I handed the letter to Hyun and told him that he could not open it until I was gone, because it was embarrassing to read the letter I had written in front of me. Then I went to the hospital with my luggage on my back to ask for some necessary medicine for bruises, and said goodbye by the way. Then I rode out of the valley on Spot, and even though I turned back frequently, there was no one else to send me off.

It seems that everyone is quite busy......

Out of the valley and down the mountain, it was a different story.

Although Madara was sad to be separated from Yu'er, he let it gallop for a long time and found happiness as a horse again.

The King Kong faction is in the northern suburbs of Luoyang, Luoyang is next door to Chang'an, the two provinces are close to each other, it is said that it is far away and it is not close, but the poor people will not travel once in their lives. Killers are different, killers eat the food of chasing and killing people from all over the world. Not to mention Luoyang, even in a desolate place like the Northern Desert, I have to ride a camel to kill it. In addition to hurrying, I kept an eye on pedestrians along the way to see if there would be small persimmons among them. I thought I had a horse but a little persimmon didn't, and the route from the Valley of Despair to Luoyang was very simple, and I should be able to catch up with him. But I forgot, although the little persimmon doesn't have a horse, he has money, let alone buy a horse, you can rent a carriage.

Besides, Madara is not a good horse who travels thousands of miles a day.

After passing Luodao, I walked a short distance forward to the northern suburbs, and then rode a horse and wandered around the northern suburbs for a day to find the Vajra Sect, and it was useless to find it, I didn't dare to go in at all. My purpose is to kill people, not to be a guest, even though I know that Wu Cheng will invite me to drink and tea.

I held the "Tears of the Buddha" hanging around my neck, and I felt bad in my heart. I feel that I have made a mistake in this step, I have always opposed Master's cultivation of the disciples of the Valley of Despair into a weapon to kill, they only exist to take the lives of others, they have no complicated emotions only to complete tasks and obey orders. Compared to Liu Qing, Master is the best swordsmith in the world. However, Master never wanted to forge me into a sword, I was just being assimilated in the furnace unconsciously.

What I never understood was that if I wasn't used to forge swords, what was the use of it to him? I would never say that I was born to eat white food, but I soon denied this, because eating white food does not require martial arts, and if a person eats white food and learns martial arts, it is really evil.

I took food and water from the spotted and rested against a large tree. This place is far away from Vajra, but not so far that you can't see anything clearly. I was waiting for the little persimmons, and on the third day, I was sweating all over my body, and the food was gone, and even the small pot of wine I had stored was empty. At this time, I realized that the little persimmon had either slipped away halfway, or had already died as a ghost. I'm even more sure that this guy must have rented a carriage and hit the road!

By the time it got dark, the eyes of all the animals in the woods glowed green, and I guess the eyes of me and Spotted were no different from them at the moment. I tied it to the tree, and it was very loose, and if he was determined to escape, he would definitely be able to break free.

I explained to Xiaoban: If your father dies inside tonight and can't come back, you can leave early tomorrow morning, and you will run freely from now on.

I touched its head, and it rubbed against my cheek.

I said, "You kid is stupid and stupid on weekdays, and he looks different like your father, and you must be careful of those bad guys who sell horses when you go out, if you really can't do it, you can go to your mother." Your mother is in Emei, Emei is far away, I don't know where it is, forget it, you better find a father and mother again.

In the end, I put the savings on Spotted, hoping that others would give him a bite to eat for the sake of a horse with private money.

The qi sinks into the dantian, and the soles of the feet seem to be supported by auspicious clouds. In an instant, I was away from Spota and flying in the night sky in the northern suburbs.

Quietly leaping into the Vajra Sect, he gently leaned on a certain roof and looked around. The Vajra sect under the cover of darkness is really featureless, and there is nothing to praise except for the large area of land. Thinking about it, it can also be because of the study of Shaolin, there are some similarities in moral and aesthetic aspects. Based on my experience as a guest in Shaolin, I quickly locked down the residence of the head of the King Kong Sect and gambled on it.

I managed to fly to my destination in the dark, crouched on the roof, and carefully lifted a brick to peek inside the house.

The room was brightly lit, and in front of the desk sat a thin old man, with bald hair and only a few sparse hairs. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that in order to flaunt that they are different from Shaolin, they deliberately designed this half-bald hairstyle. Therefore, those men who were born with sparse hair or born bald and were reluctant to shave their hair all went to the Vajra sect, and these people felt that the Vajra sect was more tolerant than Shaolin.

I leaned over to look at the old man's head with mixed feelings. I thought that although Wu Ling's hair was shaved in half, he still looked like he had a hairstyle because of his youth, and this old man was obviously a little miserable.

I whispered from above inside: Hey, old man!

The man had excellent ears and immediately looked up at me.

As soon as he looked up, I panicked, this man was not an old man at all, his face was young and clean, and there was not a trace of wrinkles.

I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

I'm going to put the bricks on it.

The man said, "Wait, since you're disturbed, you might as well come down and have a cup of tea."

The meaning of this is "I want to leave after peeping?" I obediently removed a few more bricks and tiles, and simply jumped down from them. After entering the house, he found a comfortable place to sit down, and said cheekily: I was just thirsty, and I just needed a cup of tea to moisten my throat.

The man stood up, poured me a cup of tea, and sat down across from me.

He sat across from me, and I could just see him clearly, and of course he saw me clearly. This person feels very similar to Wu Ling, white and thin, but his speech and demeanor are mature and steady. It's a pity that at a young age, there are only a handful of hairs on his head.

He asked: You just called me old man?

I said: No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding, a beautiful misunderstanding.

He smiled slightly, not bothering me.

He asked, "Are you a thief?"

I said, "Why, I hate stealing chickens and dogs the most in my life."

He laughed.

I wondered: Am I funny?

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I just don't think your temperament is like a killer."

I was shocked: Who are you?

He said, "The people you want to kill in every possible way."

I said, "Are you in charge?"

He stopped smiling at the moment, raised his eyes and told me seriously that he was the person I was looking for.

I stared at him in disbelief, speechless.

He said, "There was already one person before you, and you were together?"

I asked: Where is he?

He said, "Dead."

I can't believe it: dead?

He said, "It seems to be your companion, but he is not as patient as yours, and he did not wait for me to invite him to tea......

I said, "So you killed him?"

He nodded, not going to explain it to me.

I drank the tea, and then looked viciously at his hands, the hands that had killed Snow and the Little Persimmon. Although those hands were calloused on the tiger's mouth and fingertips, they looked quite white, who would have thought that they were a pair of bloodthirsty hands.

I slammed my teacup on the ground and stabbed him with a dagger. He ducked sideways and removed his weapon from the wall. The head of the house used not a meteor hammer but a scepter, the glittering material I recognized at a glance as diamond, the scepter was made of diamond throughout, and a curved pattern was made at the handle. My short dagger was insignificant in front of his scepter. He was a great martial artist, agile and explosive, and the scepter was not like a weapon in his hand but like his right-hand man.

After fighting for a long time, I didn't hurt him for half a point, but my nose and face were swollen from being beaten by him.

No wonder the snow couldn't kill him.

I held on to the desk, panting. The silver needles in my cuffs were ready, and in an instant I was swishing out a dozen silver needles. For the first time, it was the first time I had used so many silver needles in one go, and it was also the first time that I desperately wanted to kill the other party.

However, he seemed to have noticed that his vigorous flipping and jumping had passed by most of the silver needles, and occasionally one or two silver needles were inserted in the irrelevant parts.

The boss asked: Do you still want to kill me?

I said: Kill.

The head said: If you can't kill it, you have to kill it?

I said: Kill.

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