Xia Bai changed into a simple monk's robe, and in a mountain col after the snow melted, he opened the letter he got from Lin Rongrong's arms.

The handwriting on the letter was beautiful, and if you looked at the wording, you could see that it was a letter that the little girl had not yet sent, or that there was nowhere to send it.

[Sister Yueru, don't you like the Zhendong Dart Game, come back, Daddy is also angry with you, even if you don't throw hydrangeas and don't get married, we all like you, come back. 】

It's your sister who pays off.

"Lin Yueru?"

Xia Bai's mind flashed through the rich girl she met when she was still observing in Shaomu Mountain that day, and she also mentioned throwing hydrangeas to recruit relatives, and she was depressed, it seemed that it was her.

Casually putting the letter paper in his arms, he closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, only to feel that he still felt tired, like "not sleeping enough", which should still be the sequelae of the previous frequent triggers of near-death.

Stay until after dark.

In the mountains behind Shaomuro Mountain, a ghostly figure rushed through the gray forest without seeing a human figure, and even the beast that fell asleep at night lowered its head as soon as it was alert, thinking that it was just a gust of night wind.

A hundred miles away, it didn't take too long for Xia Bai, late at night, he rushed to a nearby town, found an inn, and changed the face of an ordinary passerby, just to stay.

At the foot of Shaolin, there are many lay disciples, and it is not strange that they are wrapped in monks' robes, and the shopkeeper who is woken up in the middle of the night is not angry, after all, how can anyone who opens the door to do business get angry in the middle of the night.

It's just that he looked at what he thought was a "lay disciple", and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, guest officer, the small shop is already full." You're also here to participate in the hydrangea throwing of the eldest lady of the Zhendong Dart Bureau, right?"

Xia Bai combined with the existing information and asked casually: "Didn't the eldest lady of the Lin family run away, how to recruit relatives?"

The shopkeeper said: "I don't know objectively, the eldest lady ran away from home in anger, and just came back yesterday, she released the news that she agreed to throw hydrangeas to recruit relatives, and she probably figured it out." Lin Daxia is such a good person, and it is also a blessing to have two daughters, I heard that they went to the mountain to pray for blessings, but they have not returned yet. ”

Xia Bai nodded, this inn is full, is to change one, so walked two or three, and finally found one, after checking in, block the door, close your eyes and feel the surroundings, after confirming the safety, it is to take out the mezzanine fragments in the seven "Forty-two Chapters Sutra" one by one, under the slight smoke of the candle, the lines outlined on the fragments appeared.

Xia Bai sat on the wooden chair and pieced together several pieces one by one, and at the same time, the piece that he still remembered in his mind also joined the combination.

Although there are many pieces, this kind of jigsaw puzzle game is really simple for him.

With the work of Xiao Banzhu Xiang, he put together the map.

The graphics are simple: if it is a mountain range of guillotines, a large river that winds slightly but leads to east and west, the dot marked is on the head of the guillotine, which seems to be in the middle of the mountain, or the belly of the mountain.

The entire map is written "Snow Drum" vertically and "Cave" horizontally, and I think it is the name of a mountain or a river.

After memorizing the map, Xia Bai directly put it on the candle flame and burned it, and then cleaned it slightly and went to bed to rest.

At lunch the next day, he threw some pieces of silver to Xiao Er, and asked him to buy a piece of clothing and various maps.

Xiao Er saw that the guest officer ate lightly, but he was generous, and he gave the errand fee, so he was naturally happy in his heart, and his legs and feet were also diligent, and it didn't take long for him to bring back a gray-black leather robe, as well as the items Xia Bai needed.

With a bowl of fine noodles in his stomach, Xia Bai felt some of the breath of the world.

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door, saying, "Lin Daxia has encountered an accident in Shaolin", "Not only Lin Daxia, but also many senior monks in Shaolin are also in trouble!".

Someone replied: "No, I just came down from Shaomuro Mountain, and I only asked for incense in the morning to make a vow." ”

The person who brought the news responded: "Hey, it's in the back mountain." ”

"Is it the back mountain that Shaolin has always listed as a forbidden place?"

"Yes, Lin Daxia is dead, and many high-ranking monks are also dead, and I don't know what evil organization did it. It's really a good person who has lost his conscience, Lin Daxia. ”

"That's right, the eldest lady of the Lin family came back in anger, and she had to throw hydrangeas according to Lin Daxia's wishes these days, but she didn't expect that she didn't even see the last side, which is really a trick. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

These news naturally came from the mouth of the wind media, but even the wind media thought that this killing was a terrorist and mysterious organization, a premeditated attack, after all, no one could imagine the existence of Xia Bai.

As the culprit who caused this killing, he was sitting quietly in the corner of the inn, drinking the last bite of pepper soup sprinkled with coriander, the taste buds on the tip of his tongue felt spicy, and his body also felt a natural warmth.

Glancing sideways at the crowd discussing the matter, he was rather bored.

Why did you lose your conscience?

Where has the conscience been lost?

I thought that I would quietly take the books of the Scripture Pavilion and leave, and just die a sweeping monk, but I had to make such a big move, who is to blame?

Of course, it was the Buddha who was to blame, if he hadn't alerted the monks in the main hall, those monks would never have found themselves, and therefore would never have died.

After that, there will be no Master Jingfeng from Shaomu Mountain to investigate, Lin Daxia from the Zhendong Dart Bureau will not come, and the kind little girl who wants to bake gluten for herself will not die.

Originally, they would only kill one person and lose seven scriptures, but now they are like this, who is to blame?

Xia Bai shook his head, turned around and went back to the wing.

After locking the door, he began to spread out the map he got from Xiao Er, and began to compare the terrain of the "Guillotine Mountain" one by one, with the big river as a reference, it was still easy to find.

Soon, Xia Bai found that the "cave" was a hidden small tributary of the Yellow River, which converged with another stream in a high mountain, and then headed east, leading to the mouth of the sea.

The "Snow Drum" is also the name of Mt. Guillotine.

Xiao Er bought back various versions of the map, and Xia Bai also took the trouble to study them one by one, until he confirmed the location of this so-called "end of blank history", and then burned all the maps to ashes.

"It seems that this place of end is also very close to Jingshan in the East China Sea, and I don't know if there is a relationship. Xia Bai groaned slightly, but he was not in a hurry, because he felt that his body was still a little weak, which was the sequelae of near-death.

Since he killed the Buddha's hand in the forbidden land of Shaolin Houshan, and has the Huangquan Biluo knife in his ears, he naturally knows that even if this world seems to be peaceful, there are still many transcendent factors.

Although he was near death and unharmed, if an extraordinary god imprisoned and suppressed him, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

At least at this point, I can't solve it.

This place of end is obviously not unusual.

Therefore, he has to adjust his body to the best condition before setting off, sharpening his knife without making a mistake for chopping wood, not to mention that it will not take a few days.

After thinking about it, he opened the book "Six-armed Vajra Body", one of the five great miracles, obtained from Shaolin.

The previous chapters say that piety is needed, how and how is it needed...

Xia Bai flipped through quickly, and only when he was close to the middle story did he enter the topic.

This sword demon is naturally the first hurdle for those who know the rivers and lakes to practice martial arts, but it is to condense the true yuan, with the true yuan, the internal force is inexhaustible, and the recovery is extremely fast.

And a master of the rivers and lakes who has a perfect true yuan can be called a grandmaster.

The bitter Zen master of the thirty-two years of Zen is the best in this.

And one step further is the Xuan Qi that covers the True Yuan.

Shaolin's sweeping monk has the Zen spirit of "green lantern Rulai", which is the so-called Xuanqi realm, but the span of this realm is obviously very large, but it is not clear how it is.

Xuan Qi will make the internal force true qi produce qualitative changes.

Therefore, his own sword qi can break the internal force of the Kuzen master for more than 100 years.

Thoughts passed through his mind, and then he looked at one of the five great magic skills of Shaolin, but Xia Bai became more and more curious, no wonder he had never met anyone who performed this exercise in the mountains behind Shaolin.

"It turns out that this is a Xuanqi technique. ”

Xia Bai smiled.

On the rivers and lakes, people who can reach the realm of Xuan Qi are rare, and naturally no one can practice this technique, and after this exercise is completed, it is said that it can condense the illusory four arms, and can hold six weapons to kill people.

The Sword Demon suddenly became a little interested.