"Nope! No! They are not simply dominating the martial arts! By no means! No! Ye Jinfeng exclaimed in his dream, and suddenly woke up the five brothers around him.

"Big brother! What not? Huang Shiying first got up and asked.

At the same time, the other four brothers heard the sound together.

At this time, the "Flying Dragon" had suddenly sat up. When he saw his brothers beside him, he immediately said, "I had a dream. The masked man who dreamed of poisoning the thirteen disciples of Shaolin was a martial arts master from a neighboring country. This person was ordered to come on a special mission, which was to assassinate the Central Plains martial arts celebrity. ”

"Neighbors in the Central Plains abound, who is he?" Wu Tianba couldn't wait to ask.

Ye Jinfeng lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "As for which country this person is, it is difficult to know the specific inside story of his special task. However, as far as I could see in my dreams, the Assassin did not go to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, he had already gone to Bianliang. ”

"What the eldest brother dreamed of is really wonderful! Finally, we can solve a mystery in our hearts. It seems that this dream has come true! "Rope Dart Sword Five" said with a big finger.

"If the eldest brother's hunch is accurate, then the assassin must still be on the way!"

After Zhang Yunhai finished speaking, Ouyang Qingfeng immediately said decisively: "Without further ado, we must hurry to Bianliang." ”

"Not bad! Let's get started! Zhang Yunhai hurriedly jumped off the meditation bed and said, "The assassin must not go far!" Maybe we'll be able to catch up with him! ”

"It's good!" Ye Jinfeng then left the meditation bed and said, "Let's go to Bianliang today, and we have to pick a good horse for the fifth brother there!" ”

"What the big brother says is true!" Wu Tianba couldn't help but get up and said, "Fifth brother needs a good horse very much!" Otherwise, how can we break through the rivers and lakes? ”

"Brothers, hurry up and pack your belongings! We immediately bid farewell to the old abbot. ”

As soon as these words came out, the "Six Heroes of Shudong" hurriedly packed up, draped neatly, and walked outside the meditation room.

Soon, the "Six Heroes of Shudong" led five horses. Came to the front yard of Shaolin Temple. However, as the six of them walked, they looked around the silent front yard, and a cloud of doubt gradually rose in their hearts. In this courtyard, it seems that there is no trace of a monk anymore, and it is empty everywhere. Why is that? If the light is shining today, if the temple is big, why don't you see a monk?

When the six brothers were in doubt, they had come to the front of the platform of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Coincidentally, a little monk walked out of the hall, and it was the little monk that Ye Jinfeng and the others met by the temple gate early this morning.

When the little monk saw the six of them like this, he knew in his heart that they were leaving, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Six donors! Six benefactors! You can't go! The old abbot has explained, let me wait for you. ”

"Little master!" "Flying Dragon" asked with a smile: "Where did they go, old abbot?" ”

"They have gone to the back of the temple to pay respects to the thirteen disciples." The little monk replied.

At this moment, the "Iron Fan Boy" looked up at the high sky in the north and suddenly shouted: "Big brother! Look! There was black smoke behind it. ”

When everyone heard the sound, they looked up and saw that thick black smoke was rising from the back of the temple, like a black devil burrowing into the sky. The scenery is daunting. The black smoke in the sky was so dark, so terrifying, and so violently and terrifyingly. It's just that dark clouds can't compare to it! However, everyone knew in their hearts that this was not ordinary black smoke, not black smoke that could be raised at will, and not green smoke, but the smoke of blood and qi containing thirteen Shaolin souls. It is full of overwhelming hatred and anger, it seems to warn the world that war and killing will only bring a miasma to the world, it will fill the world with indelible sin and hatred, it will fascinate the eyes of more people, and it will make it difficult for people to see until they enter a righteous and bright world. However, the smoke of blood in front of him has been slowly rising into the sky, and it will soon disappear again!

The hour was not long, and the smoke really faded away, only to see the eyebrows of the flames begin to jump up and down faintly. One can imagine how high and strong the fire in the Burning Prison Tallinn was at the back of this monastery! Isn't this a "rage"?

For a moment, the seven people in this courtyard stood in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in a daze. The sad eyes and sad mood have made them stand silently for a long time, and they are unable to speak for a long time.

"Six benefactors! The old temple master has been cremating thirteen disciples. ”

The little monk's words cut through the tranquility at this time, and even interrupted the dull and sad thoughts of the "Six Heroes of Shudong". However, his words, not to mention it, but also to say it, it stinged the six people because of the loss of the thirteen Shaolin disciples in the martial arts world, as well as the seventeen disciples of the "Jiangnan Seven Elements Monster", the "Whirlwind Eighteen Riders" and the "Eighteen Arhats of the Dragon". In an instant, the six heroes only felt that their ears and eyes were booming, as if the little monk's words of advice contained the magical internal strength that caused people to die, but they still resolutely endured it. You must know that the six of them are not only the top masters in the martial arts, but also the first-class strong players in terms of internal strength and emotion. Looking back on the past, for the six of them, everything that happened in just a few days had already caused a lot of pain, trouble, and hatred to take root and flood in their hearts; The wounds and resentments in the depths of their hearts have become deeper and deeper, accumulating more and more, and weighing on them more and more. As the saying goes, "accumulation of hard work becomes disease", which will accumulate annoyance into suffering, accumulation of hardship into resentment, accumulation of resentment into hatred, accumulation of hatred into disaster. People's sorrows and resentments should be properly buffered, released, and vented; Otherwise, the pain and sorrow will accumulate for a long time, and it will erupt like a landslide, which can create a destruction, or an irreparable tragedy! However, how the "Six Heroes of Shudong" withstood these huge pains and tribulations, you can imagine the audience! However, their true experiences and feelings are perhaps best known only to them.

"Big brother!" I saw that Sun Kexing, the "Rope Dart Sword Martial Arts", finally couldn't help but say: "Are we going to Tallinn to attend the funeral of the thirteen disciples, and then say goodbye to the old abbot?" ”

"No!" The "Flying Dragon" looked at the little monk in front of him and said, "Then we will be even more sad." Let's let the little brother give us a message to the old abbot for us, we still have important things to do, and we must hurry up. Farewell. ”

After Ye Jinfeng finished speaking, he first led his horse and strode towards the gate.

Seeing this, the little monk hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Six benefactors!" Where are you going? Why be in such a hurry! ”

At this time, Wu Tianba led the horse and said sideways: "Little brother! We're going to Bianliang and chasing the murderer. You go back and tell the old abbot that time is pressing, so you will leave. ”

Between the words, Ye Jinfeng and the other six brothers have stepped out of the Shaolin Temple one after another.

At this moment, the little monk stood on the steps in front of the Shaolin Temple, speechless for a while. His gradually blurred eyes kept looking at the six benefactors from afar.

After a long time, the little monk began to move slowly, looked back three times in one step, and left the gate of the temple.

When the little monk came to the prison tower, he saw the old abbot standing with his back to the south and the north, and his old face was full of indescribable pain. On both sides of the sea of fire in front of him, there were still two rows of monks with their hands together, as if they were silently pouring out the Buddha's scriptures towards the fire in front of him. In that sea of fire, the bodies of the thirteen disciples were already blurred, and the fiery bones were slowly melting and disappearing. However, although their bodies are melting and disappearing, their souls are not melting, their deaths are not disappearing, and the cause of their death will never disappear with fire. The soul of the unjust soul who died will never die in vain! Because, the death of the thirteen disciples not only left a huge pain and sorrow to this Shaolin Temple, but also urged away six sad and swimming hearts. These six hearts are the "Six Heroes of Shudong" who have embarked on the journey; It was they who traveled far and wide in search of the deaths of the Ince.

There are poems: How many heroes are buried and killed, just because Mo and the lost finger.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

For the time being, I will not say how the monks of Shaolin Temple cremated the thirteen disciples of Shaolin, but only that the "Six Heroes of Shudong" at this moment are galloping on the Oriental Avenue leading to Zhengzhou and Bianliang. The situation is still 100,000 urgent, and Kyushu is in flames. Even so, looking at the six people in this line from afar, it is still clearly recognizable - "Flying Dragon" takes the lead, followed by "Chasing Knife", "Iron Fan Boy", "Wind", "Black Swallow Drilling the Sky" and "Rope Dart Sword Dance"; Under the crotch of these six people, there are white horses, yellow horses, five-flowered horses, jujube red horses, and black horses. This row of colorful horses can be seen by those who know: the white horse is the white dragon horse of the golden wind, the yellow horse is the yellow dragon horse of Wu Tianba, the five-flowered horse is the colorful dragon horse of Ouyang Qingfeng, the jujube red horse is the horse of Huang Shiying, and the black horse is the flame horse of Zhang Yunhai. Only one of Sun Kexing's "White Jade Swinging Thousand Miles Horse" is missing, but the "Rope Dart Sword Five" sits on the same black flame horse as the fourth "Black Swallow Diamond Sky". Although this flame horse is an iron-clad horse that travels thousands of miles a day, however, at this time, it is driving two strong martial arts men and walking on this gradually bumpy and rugged road, so in less than an hour, this black flame horse of the power camel double had to slow down slowly and fall behind the other four horses.

At this time, Zhang Yunhai, who was sitting in front of the flame horse, couldn't help but shout forward: "Big brother, second brother!" You four go slowly! My flaming foment can't catch up. ”

Huang Shiying, who was walking behind, heard this, turned his head and smiled: "Fourth brother! Don't worry! Slow down your fiery colt, let my jujube mara pull you both. Look at the move—"

After the "Wind" finished speaking, suddenly a "divine doctor sent Dan" and threw a white flying belt towards the "Black Swallow Drill Sky".

Seeing this, Zhang Yunhai was quick to see this, a "fairy picking peaches", quickly grabbed the white belt flying from the top, and shouted: "What kind of joke is the sixth brother!" Sneak up on me with this kind of woman's thing! If you don't throw this thing away, what are you going to keep it for? ”

"Fourth brother!" Huang Shiying smiled and said, "Don't let go!" I'll use it to bring you both faster. ”

"You don't have to do this kind of trick!" The Flying Dragon turned his horse's head and said, "Now that our mounts are tired, let's slow down for a while." ”

At this time, the "Iron Fan Boy" pressed the white flying belt between Huang Shiying and Zhang Yunhai that was already tight, and said: "The sixth brother fell into the pit last night, do you still want to leave these women's things as a souvenir?" ”

"Sweeping the Wind" heard the jokes of the third brother Ouyang Qingfeng, and said even more proudly: "Not bad! I will always remember the events of last night, and these seven flying belts are the proof. This is the self-defense of the seven little women, and I have all fished it out. The spoils of the rivers and lakes and green forests, I must keep them as a souvenir! ”