On the north side of "Quicksand Collection", there is a small hill that is not high, facing the side of the Hanhai Sea, the sun and the wind blow, gradually exposing the rocks, covered with gravel, and even showing black-brown in some places, smooth and hard, giving people a paradoxical and terrifying feeling.

On the other side of the hill, there is a dark river flowing and trees full of spring, and at the foot of the hill is an oasis where the nearby herders graze their livestock, and in the evening, they are driving their cattle and sheep home.

Meng Qi and Zhenhui followed the master slowly on the mountain road, towards the peak of the not too high peak, walking, he restrained his other thoughts, and asked with concern: "Master, since you let us be careful of crying old man and his disciples, can you tell us about their characteristics carefully, at least so that we will not be unfamiliar in person and reveal their identities in vain." ”

Xuan Bei nodded lightly: "The teacher is about to tell you, the crying old man is a black old man, with deep wrinkles, he likes to wrap a black turban, wear a white robe, the biggest feature is that his eyes have heavy pupils, strange shapes, whether he is laughing or angry, it is like crying, he is lustful for power, moody, and ruthless, you had better stay away." ”

Zhenhui looked like he was listening to the allusions of the rivers and lakes, he was very interested, and Meng Qi was also very focused, but he didn't want to hit his head in the hands of the master's big enemy at that time, with his current strength, the other party would not move or make a move, and he could kill himself just by the coercion of the realm.

"The old man has three proud disciples, all of whom are masters who have stepped into the exterior scene, and the strongest of them, the 'Heavenly Desolation Master', has been killed by the master. When Xuan Bei mentioned the "Heavenly Desolate Master", there was still a momentary fluctuation of feelings.

Meng Qi was surprised: "Master, the crying old man only has three exterior disciples?"

Isn't it too little?

"Less?" Xuan Bei shook his head, "My Shaolin is a great martial arts sect in the world, one of the strongest sects, and has thousands of years of accumulation, and there are only dozens of people on the outside, the crying old man can have three disciples on the outside, which is amazing, in addition, he also has a relationship with some fierce demons, and often joins forces." ”

Because there are many monks in Shaolin who cultivate dry Zen walls, the specific number of exterior scenes has not been clear to outsiders, and Xuan Bei is not easy to tell Meng Qi, who has not yet opened his mind, but only to cover it up with dozens of people.

Meng Qi laughed dryly, and was embarrassed because of his shallow knowledge: "Master, the disciple means that the crying old man only has three disciples, and they are all exterior?"

He forcibly broke the meaning back.

Xuan Bei did not expose it: "The crying old man is short but cruel, all the disciples who make him dissatisfied have died at his hands, and those who can survive are the best among them, and the number is naturally scarce." ”

"I see. Meng Qi felt a little fortunate when he heard this, fortunately he was traveling through Shaolin, if it was a disciple of the crying old man who was possessed at that time, I am afraid that he would have been tortured a long time ago, and his soul would have been scattered.

"Master, it's terrible to cry an old man......" The stupid Zhenhui was startled, he always thought that it was natural for the master to be good to the disciple, and the senior brother to be good to the junior brother, and in turn, the disciple was good to the master, and the junior brother was good to the senior brother, and the same was true.

Hmph, you used to be arrogant, but now the three views have been refreshed, right? Meng Qi secretly slandered.

Xuan Bei was relieved: "The crying old man is evil and stubborn, which is naturally different from my righteous sect. ”

Then he continued: "The two remaining disciples of the weeping old man, one is the prince Yanshi Che of 'Halle', and the other is the horse bandit Zeluoju who crisscrosses the Hanhai Sea, both of them are first-class masters......

He introduced in detail the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yan Shiche and Ze Luoju, so that his apprentices could distinguish them, such as Yan Shiche's golden eyes, red eyebrows, hidden divine breath, and a young man in his forties, with a handsome face, like a god statue, such as Ze Luo Ju is good at making a saber, with a full beard, and his left eye was dug out because he did something that the old man was not satisfied with, and was nicknamed "Hanhai Evil Knife".

The so-called first-class master is a title standard given by the way when the Dajin royal family makes the list of heaven and earth, because it integrates a lot of conventional things, so many people use it.

After the exterior scene, you need to cross the three ladders, so there will be a qualitative change every three heavens, once you break through, the strength is far stronger than before, it is the realm of oppression, among which the seven ** heavy heavens in the exterior scene are collectively called "grandmasters", and Duan Xiangfei, Cui Xu and their "grandmasters" are completely different from the abyss, and the strong people of the fourth, fifth, and sixth heavens on the exterior are called "top masters", and the first, second, and third heavens are "first-class masters".

On top of the peak of the exterior scene, there is another layer of realm, which is a half-step Dharma body, which also belongs to qualitative change, and is called the "Great Grandmaster", and the half-step exterior scene is considered a "second-rate master".

The opening of the nine tricks together is the "third rate", the sixth, seventh, and eighth holes are the "fourth stream", and the two and four holes are "ordinary".

Below the enlightenment, depending on the amount of qi and the level of martial arts, it is called "nine streams or no stream", when Meng Qi exchanged huàn iron cloth shirts, Jiang Zhiwei joked that he was a master who did not enter the stream.

While listening, Meng Qi carefully noted down the characteristics of Yanshiche and Zeluoju in order to avoid them in advance.

After saying that Yan Shiche and Ze Luoju lived, Xuan Bei did not stop: "The apprentices of the crying old man were also killed by him to only a dozen or so, among which the strongest ones are the two murderers who have opened their nine knots, one is the leader of the seventy-two bandits of Helian Mountain, 'Lidi Yanluo' You Youduo, and the other is the lone thief 'Bald Vulture' Anguo Evil ......"

He gave a general introduction to the remaining seventeen or eighteen enlightened disciples of the crying old man, focusing on the appearance characteristics, such as the "Standing Yama" has a simple appearance, looks like an old peasant, has a black mole the size of a thumb at the corner of his eyebrows, and the "white-headed vulture" An Guo's evil boy Baitou, who is now only in his thirties, is already white, he acts cruelly, and loves to torture others......

Xuanbei grasped the time very accurately, and just walked to the top of the peak after speaking, there are many straight dead trees here.

He sighed with sorrow, stopped in front of a tree twisted like a dragon, and whispered, "The two young sons of the teacher are buried here, if they don't die, they should be as old as you." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany the master to be sad.

I don't know how long it took, Xuan Bei suddenly spoke, laughing at himself: "The teacher is in a trance today, but he forgot to buy some incense and candles, and he also forgot to bring the hand-copied "Prajna Sutra" to burn here. ”

"Yes, Master. Although Meng Qi felt that the master didn't pay too much attention to these forms of people, after all, it was his two young sons who were buried here, and it was nothing special to be a little special, so he suppressed his doubts and immediately agreed.

After going down the mountain and returning to the quicksand set, Meng Qi's mind became active all of a sudden, isn't this a great opportunity to escape?

The master is far away on the mountain, and because he is distracted by sweeping the tomb, as long as he supports the little junior brother, he can let the birds fly in the sky!

"Little junior brother, let's go our separate ways, you go back to the inn to get the Prajna Sutra, and I'll buy incense and candles. Meng Qi thought of doing it.

Although he felt a little sorry for Master for taking this opportunity to escape, the opportunity was rare and he couldn't let it go!

Zhenhui didn't doubt him, smiled and agreed, and ran into the inn, Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and walked quickly to the other side of the set.

............

The top of the mountain, the wind is cold.

Xuan Bei looked at the dead tree in front of him, and he didn't know when there was a string of Buddha beads in his hand.

It is a string of dark gold Buddha beads mixed with three pure black beads.

"I didn't think you'd come here to stop me. He said lightly.

"The old man has always had revenge, and as soon as he recovered from his injury, he knew that he was going to King Kong Temple, so he waited for you here, and you would definitely come. Behind the tree, a thin black man stood hunched over, and seemed to stand here all the time.

He wore a black scarf on his head, a white robe, and two pupils in each eye, and the corners of his eyes hung downward, as if he were crying.

Xuan Bei said without anger or joy: "Crying old man, you guessed very accurately. ”

"Do you think you can survive without your two apprentices? Although the old man didn't bother to care about them, there were a few apprentices waiting below. The crying old man coughed twice, like a weak old man.

His apprentices wanted to help him preside over the affairs of "Halle" and Hanhai, and he couldn't get out, so he only brought a few apprentices.

Xuan Bei is still dead: "If we don't break them up, under the aftermath of our battle, their bones will be gone, and below, they still have a glimmer of life." ”

His realm is inferior to the crying old man, and he is not afraid of fighting, but he is powerless to protect his disciples from the aftermath.

"Do you mean Jiu Niang? Hmph, forgive her and don't dare!" The crying old man didn't care, raised his right hand, and suddenly a black ghost appeared around him, crying out violently, making people's scalps numb, and his heart shook, and those who were a little worse in strength would be immediately taken away from his soul.

............

Meng Qi was about to walk to the outside of the set, when suddenly there were countless winds and sand rolling up in the Hanhai Sea on the other side, with a radius of hundreds of miles, all flying sand and stones, rushing to the top of the small mountain.

The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle and sheep herdsmen stood one by one dehydrated and stiffened, as if they were dried corpses.

Meng Qi, who was far away, also saw the earth cracking inch by inch, like a natural disaster!

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