It was a cold winter, located in the north, and the outside of the ruined temple was covered with a thick layer of snow, and pedestrians would make a creaking sound when they stepped on it.

A group of heroes from the rivers and lakes, some men and women, old and young, strong and weak, carried luggage, stepped on the snow, walked outside the broken temple, and the leader shouted: "It is difficult to walk on a snowy night, rest for the time being, and leave again in the morning." ”

He exhaled a cloud of white air from his mouth, showing the coldness.

"Well, the old man is no longer in his prime, and his hands and feet are frozen a little stiff. A bald old man smiled in response.

With him taking the lead, many people agreed, so they divided into several groups, arrived at the gate of the broken temple before and after, and climbed the steps.

"Stop. The leader was a middle-aged man, dressed in a hairy coat and carrying a sword at his waist, "There is a fire in it, I will go inside first." ”

The rest of the people immediately looked into the temple vigilantly, only to see a warm orange glow shining through the cracks in the closed doors and windows.

The middle-aged man pulled out his long sword with one hand, pushed open the temple door with the other, gathered his eyes, looked in, and suddenly sighed softly: "Why is there no one?"

He didn't dare to be careless, he looked at the door from a distance, and after a while, he saw Meng Qi lying between the fire and the incense case, curled up.

His hair was tied in a bun, he was dressed in a watery suit, and there were swords and swords around him, and although he didn't hear the sound of breathing, he could feel the obvious breath of life.

"It's a sleeping trailmaster. The middle-aged man sighed, as long as he wasn't a rival, an underworld master, or a disciple of the Moon Village, "I'll be quiet, don't disturb others, and start another fire outside." ”

Everyone rushed in, closed the temple door, blocked the cold wind, and set up a big fire in the center, sitting in a clear circle, and it looked like a makeshift team.

They were all silent, as if they were thinking about their thoughts, but they had just melted the snow. Take out the dry food and eat it while grilling.

Meng Qi didn't bother to pay attention to them, and continued to practice the thirteen postures in the first volume of the Yijin Sutra on his own, with one cup of tea for each posture.

"Daddy, daddy, you see, the sleeping position of the little Taoist is so strange. A teenage girl with braided hair poked her father's arm curiously and excitedly, drawing everyone's attention to Meng Qi.

Her father was the one who was in the lead, and after taking a look, he coughed lightly and said, "Don't be a bystander when others practice, be careful to make enemies." ”

"Practice, Daddy. Is this a practice?" the little girl was very lively and curious.

The leader looked around, and his face was solemn: "I heard that the Xuanmen Sect has the technique of guiding and tuning, and the posture is different from ordinary people. ”

"It's not that I haven't seen the authentic disciples of the Xuanmen Sect such as morality, how can there be such a strange ......," muttered the young man with acne on his face.

The cold wind was blowing, and the windows and doors rattled, muffling his words.

The bald old man coughed: "Mr. Wen is reasonable, everyone meets in the water, or don't talk about the trail chief, let's run on a snowy night." Taking care of yourself is the most important thing. ”

Hearing the word "running", the slightly lively atmosphere suddenly became solidified again.

Just then, there was a knock on the temple door.

Knock knock, knock knock. The sound traveled far away in the snow-white and cold night.

"Who?" Mr. Wen asked in a loud voice, clenching his sword, not even seeing anyone approaching at all, and being able to hide the movement of walking on the snow. This is no small feat!

Female, in her twenties, plain white cotton jacket and big coat. When you discussed my posture, I came out of the mountains and forests, and the sound of stepping on the snow was very weak, leaving only shallow footprints, which were immediately covered by snowflakes and eliminated, and there was an old man beside her, tall and green-robed, hunched over, with a protective body...... Meng Qi had just finished a round of practice and was "answering" their questions in his heart.

In the state of "Yijin Sutra", I seem to have a feeling of unity between heaven and man, returning to the womb, with the help of this, the sense of the surrounding things is better than usual, and the distance between twenty or thirty zhang is also like seeing and hearing with my own eyes.

"A man who has lost his way on a snowy night. A female voice sounded outside the door, with a soft accent and a southern flavor.

Mr. Wen smiled warily, "Borderlands, two of you, please." ”

Close to the door, he could still discern it.

The temple door opened again, and the two people came in, exactly the same as Meng Qi's "description", the woman's melon seed face, willow eyebrows, revealing a bit of coolness, shook the snowflakes on the big sword, carried a long sword with a red rope, and walked to the side with the old man.

Seeing the two of them, Mr. Wen and the bald old man's faces changed, and they didn't know whether they were scared or embarrassed.

The red-rope girl and the hunchbacked old man did not raise the fire, they sat directly on the ground, looking at Mr. Wen and the bald old man, first confused, then suddenly, and then a little disdainful, as if they had known each other in the past.

But none of them spoke, and there was an unspeakable silence in the temple.

Another bunch of people came, hiding their breath and sneaking around...... Meng Qi changed his posture.

In this state, he had a subtle visual difference in the internal skills, sword techniques and swordsmanship he had learned, and looked at them from another angle, from a condescending perspective.

True Qi subconsciously flowed and changed, and the meridian routes unconsciously changed slightly, Meng Qi made slight adjustments according to this vague feeling, but he couldn't summarize them, and it was indescribable.

"Plug the outer camel, Mrs. Red Line, I don't know where you want to go?" Suddenly, a shadowy voice sounded, seemingly far and near, like left and right, so that Mr. Wen and the others could not distinguish his specific location.

The little girl with braids was so frightened that she was about to cry, could it be an evil ghost?

Mrs. Red Line snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost, dare to come out and see it?

"The old camel also went to Jushenzhuang. The god camel outside the plug said in a deep voice.

Hearing the three words "Jushenzhuang", Mr. Wen and the bald old man and the others turned dark, shocked and frightened, and Meng Qi stopped cultivating the "Yijin Sutra", this matter was actually related to "Jushenzhuang"? Could it be that the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation deliberately chose the location where I teleported over?

Yin Measure's voice rose again: "Sure enough, I guessed the same as this seat, I don't know what you are doing in Jushenzhuang?"

"Of course, it is to prevent Miss Huangfu Fei from marrying your 'Moon Village'!" Although Mrs. Red Line is a woman, her speech is direct and crisp, implying anger.

"Marriage is a beautiful thing, why stop it?" The voice of Yin Yu pretended to be surprised, fluctuating, and made people's scalps tingle.

Mrs. Red Line stood up and pressed her hand on the hilt of her sword: "Huangfu's predecessors have broken through the shackles of their predecessors, and they are the strongest in all dynasties. So that before the twilight of life, you went crazy into the mountain, and the disciples and daughters under the seat have not yet become a weapon, and your 'Moon Village' bullied orphans and widows, forcibly married, and wanted to seize the foundation of the Shenzhuang, what good thing to talk about?"

Compared with Jiuxiang, which has been passed down for many generations, the Jushenzhuang created by Huangfu Tao does not have masters of his generation, and the strongest disciples are only nine tricks, if he goes crazy for 20 years, the foundation of Jushenzhuang is completely stable. After all, for a strong person on location, about sixty is really considered to be in the prime of life, and Huang Futao himself thinks so, so he only marries a wife and has children after the age of forty.

"The owner of Huangfu Zhuang died young, and I, the 'Land of the Moon', want to help the eldest lady of Huangfu stabilize the foundation of Huangfu Village, how can I bully orphans and widows?"

"Hmph, the eldest lady of the emperor has a sweetheart, and she has repeatedly refused, and the world knows it. Mrs. Huangfu cried and worshiped the well-dressed mound, so she reluctantly agreed, why? Xue Shaoxia, the third disciple of the owner of Huangfu Village, ran around to contact this matter, and who was attacked and killed?" Mrs. Red Line was furious. The words were sharp, "'Mr. Xiyue' wants to compete for the position of Tianyuan Emperor, I'm afraid that he lacks some yin virtue!"

"Mr. Washing the Moon" smells ancient, and is the contemporary owner of "Moon Village". It's only been a few years since he was promoted to the exterior - this world has the inheritance of the True Martial Doubtful Tomb, and the division of martial arts is the same as that of the main world.

The voice of Yin Xi was silent for a moment before he said: "This seat has good words to persuade you, but you kick your nose and face." Aren't you afraid of death?"

Mrs. Red Line pulled out her long sword, pointed to the roof, and said sharply: "You are waiting to take advantage of the fire to rob, can you be a jushenzhuang without help?

"Haha. Yin Xiao's voice laughed, "It's a pity that his friend didn't have a strong person on location, so since the marriage contract was announced, for three whole months, including the two of you, no more than ten fingers have gone to Jushenzhuang to help, and after being persuaded by this seat, most of them have retreated, and a small part has gone to see Huangfutao." ”

"The things of the world are strength after all. You must know that the vast majority of people are wolf-hearted and dog-lunged, and what is the effect of chivalry and righteousness, and benevolence? Of course, there are a very small number of people like you, who are not wolf-hearted and dog-lunged, but have brain problems. ”

Mrs. Red Line laughed angrily, and pointed her sword at Mr. Wen and the bald old man: "Yes, I know that most people are indeed wolf-hearted and ungrateful, you! Wen Qichang, was chased by the six ghosts of Weishui for thousands of miles, and almost died, fortunately the predecessor of the emperor passed by and drew a sword to help, so he survived, and later he saw that you were seriously injured and difficult to recover, so he left you as a deacon in Jushenzhuang, gave you a matchmaker, and let you marry a wife, right?"

"You!Chi Feng, if you offend the disciples of Heavenly Township, your family is ruined, who will take you in, and who will help you go to Heavenly Township to seek justice?"

......

She named them one by one, and said that Mr. Wen, the bald old man and others were red-faced, ashamed and ashamed, and at the same time had a feeling of annoyance and anger.

"That's how you repay him? When Jushenzhuang was in danger, you fled with many good hands?" Mrs. Red Line shouted, "Although I am a weak woman, I have also been guided by Huangfu's predecessors, this kindness, keep it in mind, today, even if I am broken, I have to rush to Jushenzhuang to help Miss Huangfu seek justice!"

The god camel also stood up, and said in an old voice: "If there is no Huangfu Zhuang owner, the old camel would have died thirty years ago, he has lived for thirty more years, and he has lived thirty years more than thirty years, and now he is worth exchanging this old bone for!"

"Elm head, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!" said in a vicious voice.

"Okay! This is a chivalrous man!" Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

Mrs. Hongxian turned her head to look, only to see a handsome Taoist priest standing up next to the innermost fire, wearing a water suit, tying silk, stepping on bast shoes, carrying a sword, and carrying a long knife.

What kind of strength does this Taoist priest mix...... Wen Qichang and others are at a loss.

Meng Qi smiled and walked forward: "But chivalrous people never force others, Mr. Wen's strength is gone, and he has a wife and daughter, even if he stays, it will not help, but it will harm the whole family, understandable......"

He continued the words of Mrs. Red Line before slowly, hearing Wen Qichang and Chi Feng sigh with emotion, hearing Mrs. Red Line's willow eyebrows, and hearing that the face of the god camel outside the plug was gloomy.

"Hey, you little Taoist priest is a reasonable person. Yin Measure's voice praised.

Mrs. Red Line was about to speak, Meng Qi stroked the handle of the knife, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao Qingyuan, I have been instructed by the emperor's predecessors, and I am willing to gather with the two of you in Shenzhuang." ”

"You ......" Mrs. Hongxian didn't expect such a big turn, and looked at the handsome Taoist priest in front of her, and didn't know how to say it for a while.

Yin Xiao's voice snorted coldly: "It turns out that he is also a ...... who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead."

Before the words fell, I saw Meng Qi's tongue fighting spring thunder, and his voice was harvested:

"Hide your head and show your tail, come down for me!"

He used eight or nine Xuangong to simulate purple thunder power to push Lei Yan.

"Hide your head and show your tail, come down for me!"

The sound was like a huge thunder, and there was a purple electric stirring in the air.

Click, poof, someone fell from the roof, twitching all over, like being struck by lightning, and the sound of the yin measurement disappeared completely. (To be continued......)

PS: The third update is sent, this month has completed twelve additional changes, and then a little busy, the remaining three at the end of the month, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommended ticket~