The bluestone slab is accompanied by wild grass, and the eaves of the heavy pavilion become a complete swallow.

The drizzle and breeze are damp, and the ragged teenagers are hanging from the tree.

His eyes were half wide open, and the white frost stone was slightly cold.

Yesterday, when he was in high spirits, did Zeng Sihu fall into Pingyang?

Last night, Ye Xiaochuan took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the unfinished Chongde Temple, originally planning to come over to explore the way.

He knew very well that he was just a cultivator who washed the marrow, and he was a master to ordinary people, and a dozen adult men might not be able to control him.

But if you meet other monks, you will basically be stronger than him.

The young body has not yet been completely shaped, and the body is not complete, which is always a weakness that cannot be ignored until he is an adult.

After weighing the pros and cons before, he devoured a lot of mixed qi and blood, all of which were killed by the bald donkey.

Because he himself will never wantonly kill innocents in order to become stronger quickly.

This is related to a person's nature and three views, Ye Xiaochuan is a guy who likes to think crankily and often worries about the sky.

He has experienced poverty and poverty, and he knows the hardships of the common people, and he has experienced the disaster of famine and understands the fragility and preciousness of life.

These days, he has been refining and refining the power of qi and blood, and then fusing it into his limbs and bones, in order to wash the marrow again.

During this period, Letu had to talk to Ye Xiaochuan, and every time he would find that the latter's strength had increased a lot, but he had never seen Ye Xiaochuan spend any effort, and he didn't feel a little discouraged, and at the same time had mixed feelings and sorrows.

The worry is that if it continues to develop at this rate, he may not even be qualified to carry Ye Xiaochuan's shoes. Happily, this means that he may be able to take revenge in the near future.

Before the action, Ye Xiaochuan said hello to Letu, which was due to his habit of considering and taking into account the feelings of the people around him.

This trait, which had always limited him, saved his life this time.

Ye Xiaochuan easily entered the Chongde Temple, and he estimated that after thoroughly absorbing the power of qi and blood in his body, which still had a large scale, he would soon be able to carry out the second marrow washing.

The front of this exploration went very smoothly, the young man was hidden in the darkness, silent, coming and going freely, looking at the monks who came and went, he was unconsciously complacent, and his heart gave birth to a kind of pleasure and arrogance that was above all beings.

However, when he climbed over a thin wall again, he was shocked to find eighteen figures scattered in front of him in his sight.

At this moment, the dark clouds that had only obscured the bright moon above the sky were swept away by the wind, and the moonlight was sprinkled again.

Ye Xiaochuan took a closer look at the light, and quietly sighed, it turned out to be eighteen bronze statues.

He paced forward slowly, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart, as if someone was watching him, and there were quite a few of them.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly turned his head, an old face like an old bark-like ravine filled his field of vision, he exclaimed, Queen Cang retreated and kicked out, hitting the man's chest, but the result was that the person did not move at all, and he was shocked and flew out.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan really panicked, and he sighed in his heart, only to feel that the cool air was possessed, and his whole body was soft.

After he had calmed down for a moment, and as soon as he got up from the ground, he froze again.

The eighteen bronze statues had already surrounded him at some point, and everyone's expressions were dull and numb, adding a lot of coldness.

In such a terrifying atmosphere, anyone will be terrified.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaochuan was scared and scared, and he didn't lose his mind, his scalp was numb, and his mind was spinning, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and asked tentatively: "Are you the night watchman of the Buddhist temple......?"

The group of statues that were originally lifeless suddenly moved, and fists and feet flew down in all directions, Ye Xiaochuan could not avoid it, and there was no way to retreat.

He had to choose a position to break through in a hard-hitting way.

This kind of narrow road encounter, the comparison is the momentum, courage and strength of the two sides, the winner is arrogant, the more brave he fights, the loser is difficult to recover, and the support is not long.

Between the lightning and flint, he picked a bald head that looked slightly thin, and as soon as the two sides fought, Ye Xiaochuan noticed that the other party's strength was not high, and it could only reach the standard of washing the marrow.

But after the two of them staggered, Ye Xiaochuan's face became more and more ugly.

He had just stood firm, raised his eyes, and his heart was cold.

The encirclement was formed again, and he became a fish in a pond and a bird in a cage again.

The numbness on his hands and feet constantly stimulated Ye Xiaochuan's tense nerves, and these statues were really rough and thick-skinned, as if they were copper skin and iron bones.

He turned his head to look at the old monk who had been silent not far away, and thought of Wang Yuxuan and Zhao Qingya for no reason.

"Hehe, come, uncle, I'll play a good game with you today!" Ye Xiaochuan first smiled bitterly, then laughed wildly, stretched his limbs, and shouted: "Come, let's see if you beat me to death, or if I eat you alive!"

Afraid to the extreme, it will provoke a bloody backlash, and the two sides will fight to the end, Ye Xiaochuan is invincible with two fists and four hands after all, and that bit of madness is difficult to turn around, and after abolishing eight people, his own strength has also been completely squeezed out.

"Hang him under the tree first, and I'll plan for tomorrow. The old monk gave the order and left first.

Two of the remaining ten people were assigned to deal with Ye Xiaochuan, while the others each dragged a corpse to quickly melt into the night.

Ye Xiaochuan thought a lot when his head was down, the moisture had already wet his clothes, and the cold air roamed on the surface of his skin, stirring up small bumps.

If he hadn't had the strong physique he had cultivated since he was a child, he would have trembled and had a splitting headache by now.

When it was dawn, Ye Xiaochuan began to wait anxiously, he didn't sleep all night, his spirit was sluggish, his heroic spirit was lost, and he had long lost his determination to see death as home.

However, until the third pole of the sun, he was still in a state of no one's attention, as if he had been completely forgotten.

The anxious Ye Xiaochuan once again had a strong desire to survive, and his mind became active, but after thinking about it carefully, he was desperate to find that with his current state, it was impossible to escape unless he used external forces.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, Ye Xiaochuan's heart was bitter, and his mind was showing profound scenes of joy or sorrow in the past ten years.

"Hey, who are you?, how do you sleep under the tree?" A childish voice suddenly sounded, Ye Xiaochuan's heart moved slightly, and he struggled to open his eyes to adapt to the light.

A moment later, in the field of vision, under the horizon, a young and mediocre-looking little monk was nailed to the ground with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were clear, like a clear spring.

Ye Xiaochuan looked into his eyes and instantly lost his sense of self.

At this time, the breeze blew, and he suddenly sneezed, and suddenly came to his senses, not feeling shocked, and did not dare to look at the eyes of the little monk again.

"Hehe, you are a person with extraordinary luck, and this immortal will become a great weapon in the future!" The little monk laughed for a while and asked, "Are you willing to take refuge in my Buddha?" With your current luck, you will cultivate another lifetime of blessings, and you may not be able to become an ancestor and become a saint!"