The child was terrified to the extreme, but he was not so afraid, he was the only one left in the world, just a child who had just read a few books on Mongolian studies, and he didn't know what to compromise, his face was full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What's your name?"

The old man smiled playfully.

The child added: "I will definitely kill you! I will avenge my father, grandparents, and grandmothers!"

The old man with the silver lotus crown on his head pointed at himself and said with a smile: "I, everyone in the world likes to call me Ding Lao Mo, and both good and evil are no exception. The children of the sect, when they see me, they will probably still be honored as the supreme sect leader. As for my real name, my name is Ding Ying, and it has been useless for many years. ”

The old man asked, "And what is your name?"

The child's voice trembled, but he tried to say as loudly as possible: "Cao Qinglang!"

The old man quipped: "It's too cheap for you to get this name, plus your skin, walk the rivers and lakes in the future, be careful of being beaten." ”

He waved his sleeves casually, and the wind blew on the window paper in the side room, buzzing, and the thin window paper was not damaged at all, and it seemed that something in the house had been beaten back.

The child couldn't find this kind of wonderful wrist, but his face turned blue with anger, "Let go of your fart!"

The relatives have died, and the name given by the father and mother has become the last bit of the child's thoughts.

The old man didn't care, and saw a few old hens in the yard, pecking around.

The old man got up and went to the stove room, went to the rice jar and took out a handful of rice, sat back in his position, and sprinkled it on the ground, and the old hens flew quickly to come and eat happily.

The old man smiled and said, "The world is afraid of me, but if you look at it, they are not afraid." ”

He bent down and leaned forward, "Does this mean that the so-called master grandmasters, emperors and generals are not as good as a chicken?"

The child is too young, his mind is full of hatred, where is he willing to think about this, just staring at the big devil who kills people without blinking, only hating his own strength is too small, his mind moves slightly, remembering that there is a firewood knife in the stove room, which is not much sharpened, the land of the capital, like the child's house, is a fairly solid small portal, there is the confidence to let the charcoal seller who shouts passing by stop the ox cart, and the firewood knife at home is just a look.

The old man looked at the sky and asked himself, "Of course not, the ignorant are fearless." Sometimes, an eagle swept across the sky, and the rats in the fields hurriedly protected the grain under their talons. In our world, there are not many such people, but there are not many of them, they are not much better than ordinary people, but they can see the shadow, such as Yu Zhenyi who transferred to cultivate immortals in Songlai Kingdom, the old cook in the prince's mansion of Nanyuan Kingdom, and the old monk of King Kong Temple. ”

Speaking of this, Ding Ying stood up, shook his sleeves, flicked his fingers, and condensed the qi into a line again and again, hitting the window of the side room.

Ding Ying shot too quickly, and the dark green aura continued to condense on the side of the window, dotted with stars, like a bright picture of the galaxy.

"There are also some outsiders, who are not good at coming, and those who are good do not come, and they are all called immortals by us. The game world, like a comet sweeping its tail, comes and goes in a hurry, as for how this world has become, how big a basket it has become, and how bad a mess it has become, they never care. ”

"They don't care about the joys and sorrows of the world. ”

Ding Ying smiled and made a gesture of turning the pages of the book, and then clapped his hands gently, as if closing a book, "These people are like reading a page of an idle book in their leisure time, and they turn it over, and they don't care if the page is written 'Etiquette collapses', 'Bleeding thousands of miles', and 'Lives are ruined'." ”

"The house of ceremonies, which has been inherited for thousands of years, the mansion of a saint with a pleasant smell of books, has a freak and gives him a mess. ”

"A small country in a corner, there is an ambitious emperor, who is not familiar with military affairs at all, but he is poor in military affairs, and in 20 years, half of the country has died of young and strong people. ”

Where does the child understand this, but he is immersed in hatred, "Then what did you do?"

This alley kid named Cao Qinglang couldn't cry and said: "You will only kill my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother......"

Cao Qinglang cried with grief and indignation, "What kind of hero are you, you are a heinous devil!"

The old man seemed to deliberately play tricks on the child, and learned that the child whined a few times, and then laughed.

I really don't know if this is childlike or crazy.

The child trembled with anger.

Ding Ying smiled: "Actually, what did those immortals do, does it have anything to do with me? No, I'm just making an excuse for myself to kill people and kill some interesting guys." ”

The old man raised his arm, made a palm as a knife, and lifted the falling flesh posture again and again, "One immortal, two immortals, three or four, chop them to death." In addition to them, there are also those who are other than me, and the 'lower ten' after me, who are interesting, who are kept, and who are not pleasing to the eye, are killed together. ”

The child's whimper.

Ding Ying glanced at the sky.

This time, unlike the one in 60 years, is different.

That's why he chose to stay here, instead of taking action himself, after all, he is still crazy, trying to challenge the top masters of nine or even more than ten people by himself, someone tried to do this sixty years ago, wanting to monopolize the world's martial arts, but he lost badly.

If the young master of the flying sword can survive, it will surprise everyone.

Then he Ding Ying will leave this side at that time, so that the person will not be surprised.

Ding Ying knows this world, just like raising Gu.

In the depths of Ding Ying's heart, there is an unknown secret, in order to solve this mystery, he only cares about one thing, if he makes these sixty years of Gu cultivation become a bamboo basket for nothing.

Will you come to see yourself.

Who will come in front of you?

Before that, there are two keys.

First, Zhou Shi must die on the street, so that Lu Fang and Zhou Fei will take the initiative to enter the game.

The second is that the owner of the flying sword will also die.

Ding Ying glanced back at the window, smiled, and felt that there was nothing difficult.

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An old man with a hooked nose walked on the bustling streets of Nanyuan Guojingshi, not angry and arrogant, it should be a northerner, extremely tall, standing out from the crowd, attracting the side eyes of many local people. The men and women guards with vigorous steps, they just squinted their eyes, and pressed back those curious gazes, the old man was in this world's best city, he felt a lot, and he was used to the sky outside the plug, the sky was wide and the sky was vast and lonely, and he was really not suitable for the crowds here, just when the old man was in a bad mood, a strong man walked quickly from a distance, and told the teacher in the grassland dialect that he had found the person, and he was in a place called Kejiaqiao, not far away.

The old man asked the disciple to lead the way, and soon walked across a historic stone bridge, and came to a shop near the water, which was actually a silk shop, the old man asked the disciples to wait outside, the shop business was deserted, and there were no customers to patronize, the old man crossed the threshold alone, and saw that behind the counter was not high, only a head was exposed, his hair was thin, and he looked crooked and cracked.

The shopkeeper saw the old man and said with a smile: "Yo, rare guests, I am not surprised to see anyone recently, but I only see you, the sun is really coming out in the west, I can't figure it out, although Zhou Fei's son has ventilated with me in advance and said that you are coming, I actually don't believe it, I just deceive me out of the mountain, so as to help his father prevent disasters." ”

The shopkeeper bypassed the counter, stretched out his hand and motioned to the hook-nosed old man to find a place to sit down casually, and talked freely, "Grandmaster Cheng, your old man should sit down and talk quickly, otherwise I will have to tilt my neck and work hard to chat with you." ”

The old man who came from afar didn't care, sat on a shoddy chair for hospitality, and said straight to the point: "If it weren't for the list of ten people who I couldn't believe in the admiration building, I wouldn't have come here to take risks, the rankings of you and me are not among the top five, and there is a chance that there will be an accident, Feng Qingbai, who is undoubtedly an immortal, Ding Lao Mo's apprentice Sun Ya'er, Zhou Fei's son Zhou Shi, there are three now, who knows if there is still the old king and eight little turtles secretly hiding under the water." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, convinced.

The four great masters, including Yu Zhenyi and Chong Qiu, gathered in Guniu Mountain, which was the news on the table, and it was lively for the people of the world.

Jing Yanglou chose to promulgate a list of ten people in Nanyuan Guojing this time, which is the key to the real hidden mystery.

The old man from outside the plug sneered: "I make a gun, you make a knife, just like Chongqiu, it is the way of foreign boxing, unlike Yu Zhenyi's old fox, as long as it is a battle to the death, it will more or less leave some hidden injuries, the three of us will definitely not last for sixty years, for this opportunity, I have fought all the way to today, those big and small dark diseases on my body, I have to have an explanation!"

In the end, the old man gently patted the handle of the chair, and the chair was safe and sound, but the floor of the shop under the chair was already densely cracked.

The disciples of the old man outside the shop noticed the flow of air in the room, and one by one they were like facing a great enemy, and their breathing became heavy.

The shopkeeper smiled: "You disciples, you are not very qualified." Didn't you hear that many years ago, you found a little wolf cub with amazing talent in the grassland?

The old man surnamed Cheng said indifferently: "It's dead." If the talent is too good, it is not good. ”

The shopkeeper said indignantly: "Cheng Yuanshan! Tiger poison still doesn't eat children, do you still have a little humanity?"

This old man who came all the way from outside the Saiwai to Nanyuan Country was none other than Cheng Yuanshan, the eighth of the ten people in the world.

Twenty years ago, after being among the ten people discharged from the Respect Building, he quietly went to the Saiwai Grassland, and soon became the guest of honor of the Lord of the Grassland.

Cheng Yuanshan squinted at the short old man who was incognito in Nanyuan Kingdom, "Liu Zong, are you embarrassed to say that I?

Liu Zong, the knife grinder, laughed hehe.

Cheng Yuanshan was puzzled: "I just came here, Nanyuan Country is the territory that Chongqiu has worked hard to manage, which side is Chongqiu standing on this time? At first, I thought it was Yu Zhenyi, but now it seems that it is not necessarily? What does Ding Lao Mo want to do? He is the last thing in the world to do, but he came to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, what is the picture?"

After the shopkeeper Liu Zong was mentioned as a "knife grinder" by Cheng Yuanshan, the arm saint, his momentum skyrocketed for a moment, and then he slackened again, and the whole person became a little old man in the shop of the fly camp dog, pointed at Cheng Yuanshan, and teased: "You, you just like to think too much." ”

But Cheng Yuanshan knew that Liu Zong had not delayed his cultivation at all over the years, and even went further.

But in the area of Nanyuan Kingdom, there has been a kind of autumn sitting next to the palace for so many years, and there are no shocking rumors, Liu Zong's martial arts, without a whetstone, how can he not retreat but advance? Cheng Yuanshan has not only secretly slaughtered other masters over the years, but also sneaked into the south many times, among which he killed two Jianghu masters who are expected to be among the top ten, in order to sharpen his mind in the dangerous battle, and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Cheng Yuanshan said: "Zhou Fei, this person, has never been taboo, too much like those immortals in history, this time he leaned on Ding Ying again, is it a blessing or a curse, you give me the truth." Liu Zong, others can't believe it, you are an exception. ”

Liu Zong smiled: "Why do you believe me?"

Cheng Yuanshan said solemnly: "There are many guys who are called martial idiots in the rivers and lakes, but in my heart, the real martial idiots are only you, Liu Zong. You, like Ding Ying, Chong Qiu, and Yu Zhenyi, are one of the few people who survived the chaotic battle that year, those ten people, who died, disappeared, only you, the marginal people in the bureau, each got a chance, Ding Ying got the Dao crown left by the immortals, Yu Zhenyi got a fairy family cheats, what Chong Qiu got, I don't know, but you Liu Zong took the initiative to give up the demon knife at the beginning, just because he already had a knife around him. This kind of choice, only you can make in the world. ”

Liu Zong twisted his sparse beard and said with a smile: "How do you know about such a secret matter, an outsider who did not personally participate in that disaster?"

This matter can be described as the most itchy part of Liu Zong's life, and it can't be said to ordinary people, but when the arm saint Cheng Yuanshan took the initiative to break it today, Liu Zong, the knife grinder, was still a little complacent.

Cheng Yuanshan was frank, "The new owner chosen by the 'refiner' of the demon knife was killed by me with my own hands, but I couldn't keep it. ”

Arm saint Cheng Yuanshan, has always been arrogant, for the mirror heart pavilion Tong Qingqing and others on the list, is not the slightest despise, as for the ten people in addition to the ten people who are good deeds, Cheng Yuanshan once directly let out the words, these people who can serve him tea and water, so-and-so can give him off his boots, who can help him take care of the hospital, ten top masters in the world, none of them entered the eyes of his arm saint Cheng Yuanshan.

But when he came to see Liu Zong today, he was extremely polite, and even invisibly Cheng Yuanshan was willing to dwarf.

It can be seen that Cheng Yuanshan came to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom this time without any confidence.

Liu Zong stretched out a finger into his mouth, plucked out the residual meat shreds of the previous meal from between his teeth, and flicked his hand, "Whether a butcher's craftsmanship is good or not, it depends on the knife he uses the most, peeling and chopping meat and removing bones, how many years can it be used, the worst one, it will have to be replaced with a new knife in two or three years, and the better one will be used for seven or eight years, and my one, since its debut, has been used for nearly forty years." ”

Liu Zong smiled and said, "It's enough to kill those hidden immortals." The knife has been sharpened for decades, but it doesn't want to become the bullshit dragon slaying skill in the book, it's good, it's just right. ”

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A scholar of the Han clan who went to Beijing to take the exam is still waiting for his beautiful lady to go back. For her sake, even the gentleman who was taught by the sage didn't care about cooking.

met by chance on the road, met in the rivers and lakes, although she was six years older than him, she still liked to joke often, saying that she was not a good woman, and he felt that it was okay.

can play such a wonderful pipa, the battlefield is fierce and fierce, and the boudoir is resentful, and it is not bad.

There was an inexplicable guy who came to him and told him about a woman in the rivers and lakes.

The scholar felt that the woman the man said, if it was true, then she was really bad.

However, the scholar felt that the person he knew was different, he thought she was a good woman, knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous, and so beautiful that she could marry into the family and grow old together.

He was waiting for her to come home.

I thought that after meeting her, I would tell her these heartfelt words.

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King Kong Temple, the largest jungle in Nanyuan Guojing, is also the largest Buddhist holy place in the world with the largest number of monks.

In a simple thatched hut in a secluded and remote location in the temple, the gate was open, and there was nothing left except an old monk and a futon.

A thin and handsome son, by more than a dozen stunning beauties and stars, slowly walked towards this inconspicuous small thatched house, women from thirteen or fourteen years old to forty years old, all are beauties, if there are people who admire the building here, you will find that among them, there are not only famous fairies in the world, but also noble ladies in the sky, without exception, are gorgeous beauties.

The hut is surrounded by a forest of flags.

Young people are like the sons and daughters of the princes who traveled with the United States, along the way, explaining the origin and origin of the Buddhist words of the ten directions, the jungle, the moment, and the banners for the women, the women are mostly from superior backgrounds, and there is no lack of knowledgeable people, some people will smile and point out a few mistakes in the young people, and he will not explain anything, only say that the local customs are different, and the words in his hometown are more in line with the purpose of Buddhism.

The meditating old monk opened his eyes and asked with a smile: "Master Zhou, since you have already received Ding Ying's promise and firmly occupied a place, why do you want to come here?"

The young man surnamed Zhou raised his hand, motioned for the women not to follow, walked to the hut alone, and said with a smile: "Give my son who is not a weapon, and ask the mage for a golden body of Arhat." ”

He approached the threshold, raised his foot, and asked politely, "Do you want to take off your boots, I'm afraid of soiling the mage's clean house." ”

The old monk smiled: "The mud stained with the boots is not dirty, in the heart of Zhou Shizhu, if you can't take off your boots, is it useful?"

The young man said helplessly: "You bald heads, you like to talk about useless nonsense everywhere, and I really don't like it in the name of Zen machine." ”

He pointed to the empty house on the four walls, "It seems empty, but you are still here." ”

The old monk sighed and said: "Master Zhou has a wise root, and he understands all kinds of truths, but it's a pity that he doesn't want to turn back." ”

The young man still took off his boots, and after crossing the threshold, he sat on the edge of the door, raised one arm, and pointed to the beautiful women behind him, "If they are the Dharma I am asking for, how should you persuade me, monk?"

The old monk said with a bitter face: "It's really tiring to fight with you immortals. ”

The young man pretended, bowed his head and folded his head, and sang Amitabha Buddha with a smile on his face.

The old monk's face, which was already withered and bitter, became more and more wrinkled and worried.

If it is an ordinary bastard, he can't enter the King Kong Temple, even if he is a dignitary of Nanyuan Kingdom, he still can't find this thatched house, but the young man in front of him who seems to be weak-crowned is called Zhou Fei.

He is the fourth great master in the world, a high and profound martial arts, it is not too much to say that he has reached the peak, and he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Those women and women, like him, it is true, maybe they were forced to be helpless at the beginning, they already had a favorite man, and even a loyal woman who married a wife early, a husband and a child, and forcibly abducted Zhou Fei or the minions of Chunchao Palace to the mountains, but after getting along day and night, or just a few months, or as long as three or five years or even more than ten years, there has never been a person who can not be soft and true to Zhou Fei's heart.

This is a strange thing that makes no sense to talk about.

The bottom of the rivers and lakes always likes to say that the "mountain god king" of the Spring Chao Palace is a bloated and ugly monster like a pig, or a violent person who kills people at every turn, but in fact, no matter the vendetta of the rivers and lakes, he only said that for the woman he has a crush on, Zhou Fei is not only suave, but also has a young appearance.

Zhou Fei smiled: "Father and son, soaring together, isn't it worth looking forward to?"

The old monk sighed and said: "The golden body of Baihe Temple was indeed hidden on the poor monk's side before, but after Ding Shizhu reappeared in the capital after sixty years, he immediately moved to the Nanyuan Palace, Zhou Shizhu, you are late." ”

Zhou Fei stared at the eyes of the old monk, and after a moment, he changed the topic and asked, "I heard that there is a cyan robe floating around in the capital, which is invisible to the naked eye, have you seen the old monk?"

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes and said in an accentuated tone: "I hope you have seen it!"

Murderous to the fullest.

The old monk seems to have practiced closed-mouth meditation, and it is also possible that he is weighing the pros and cons.

Zhou Fei, once he said that he would kill the King Kong Temple, he would definitely do what he said, and there would never be a little novice or sweeping monk left.

Zhou Fei smiled heartily, and put away the rich killing intent that seemed to be like substance, "The Arhat golden body and flying clothes of the Nanyuan Kingdom, the talisman armor of the Songlai Kingdom, and the demon knife that can break all spells." In the past 60 years, a total of four treasures have appeared in the world. If the person who succeeds is one of the ten, his position is naturally more stable, and the master who is close to the top ten is like a tiger with wings, and he is expected to squeeze out a poor worm with bad luck. ”

The old monk seemed to have made up his mind, let go of all his burdens, looked much calmer, and asked Zhou Fei like a homely: "Master Zhou, is Buddhism prosperous in your hometown?"

Zhou Fei tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Over there, it's hard to say." ”

The old monk asked again, "There are some books that record the trivial words mentioned by your immortals, and those who say that the Taoist can burn Daze, break through the mountains with one punch, and turn into a flying sword in one breath, take people's heads thousands of miles away, resist the wind and sweep across the rivers and seas, and be able to capture the dragon with one hand, really?"

Zhou Fei was about to speak.

A woman in white swept over and landed directly outside the thatched house, her face full of panic, "Gongzi was seriously injured on the side of Zhuangyuan Lane. ”

Zhou Fei's face was full of displeasure, "What?"

The young woman, whose face was cold and moving, stopped talking, knelt down with a plop, and trembled.

The corners of Zhou Fei's mouth twitched, and he slowly stretched out his hand and covered his forehead, "Lu Fang, Lu Fang, you are not only a fool, but also a waste, even my son can't protect ......"

The palm on his forehead, which was as white as jade, and his five fingers were like hooks, as if he couldn't wait to open his heavenly spirit cover.

Zhou Fei put away his fingers, patted his knee gently, and waved his sleeves back.

The stunning woman kneeling outside the house, like a rag bag, flew out with a bang, and before she could land, she was already crushed in the air, and the woman behind gave way to the road, but many people were splashed with blood, but none of them dared to show the slightest resentment.

"Not necessarily a bad thing. Zhou Fei exhaled heavily and said with a smile: "Old monk, let's continue to talk about ours, after the chat, I'll go and solve some housework." ”

The old monk was speechless.

Zhou Fei was not embarrassed, and asked, "How did you get seriously injured?"

Only then did he realize that the woman was dead, Zhou Fei stretched out his sleeve with one hand and quickly pinched the trick, which was a recipe that had never been recorded in all the Buddhist sects in the world.

The ethereal figure of a woman vaguely appeared outside the house, and after death, she was still terrified, and she floated timidly to Zhou Fei's side, her lips moved slightly, and there was no sound.

But Zhou Fei is the only one who can obviously "hear".

The old monk sighed.

There are people outside the people, and there are heavens outside the sky.