The green hills are still there, and the rain has stopped.

The green mountains are dense, the mountains and rivers are stacked, and the ancient temple on the mountainside stands in the wind and rain. The mountain wind is still there, the mountain rain is gradually stopping, and the wind and clouds in the ancient temple are suddenly rising.

The young man in the green shirt leaned against the cyan temple wall, the corners of his mouth coughed up a little scarlet, and the plain-clothed Qingyun on the side frowned slightly, and turned to look at the demon monk behind him.

The young man in the green shirt behind him coughed lightly, poured down a sip of liquor, and then suppressed a mouthful of blood in his throat, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "The most dangerous thing in this world is to be someone else's bodyguard, and it is not false to tie your head to the waistband of your pants." ”

Looking at the young man Qingyun in front of him, as well as the demon monk next to the gate of the Vermilion Temple, the young man in green shirt suddenly found that this world was really cold, cold, and painful. Cold as frost, cold to the bone, painful to the heart.

"If you can't beat him, let's go. The young man in the green shirt said helplessly, and took another sip of the spirits, as if a flame was burning in his chest.

is obviously a monk, but he has a lot of alcohol that ordinary people have never had, and such a strong liquor is drunk with a warm character.

"Master said that there are some debts that cannot be owed, and if they do, they are very likely to be repaid. The young Qingyun said lightly.

But this is only the first half of Master's sentence, and the second half of the sentence Young Qingyun didn't say it, thinking that Caitou was not good, unlucky, and inappropriate.

The next sentence is that some people can't miss it, and if they miss it, they are very likely to miss it for a lifetime.

The young man in the green shirt didn't realize it, maybe because of the wine, the young man in the green shirt felt that the wounds on his body were healing, and the pain on his body was weakening, but his head was gradually groggy.

The wine gourd of the young Qingyun was given by Yi Feng, and when he went down the mountain, Yi Feng once said that if you are separated, don't forget the other party, even if the bloodlines of being brothers are different, the essence of the bones is the same.

As for what is the essence in his bones, the young Qingyun doesn't know. The young Yi Feng didn't say it clearly, Qingyun only remembered that Yi Feng took out this purple wine gourd at that time.

The gourd is filled with wine, but Qingyun's is different; the perennially weak body, the wine gourd is filled with wine, medicine, and perhaps life, brotherhood.

Since the wine was given to the young man in the green shirt, it was a life-long friendship, and in Yi Feng's words, it was a brother.

The young man in the green shirt didn't notice it, and Qingyun didn't say it, but the two were real brothers.

"I can let you go, but leave the Seal Spirit Child behind. The kind-faced demon monk said lightly, stroking the ring knife slightly in his hand.

The young Qingyun shook his head slightly, and said seriously: "Even if I give it to you, you can't take it." ”

Now that the sealing spirit boy has long been integrated into the black Pu Dao, even as the owner of the Pu Dao, he doesn't know how to separate the two.

The demon monk seemed to feel that the young Qingyun was prevaricating himself, and continued to persuade, "The most expensive thing for a person is life, and if life is gone, there is nothing. You have to think about it. ”

Life is indeed more precious, but the most precious is different for everyone. On the contrary, they understand the preciousness of life, so they dedicate it to the most precious chivalry.

Qingyun didn't think much about it, but he felt that there were some debts that he couldn't owe, and he didn't feel that he would lose his life.

Qingyun shook his head again, no longer spoken, and a black Pu knife appeared in his hand.

The demon monk stopped talking, bowed down and stepped forward quickly, and the ring knife carried a yellowish light, like raindrops in the sky, and slashed down.

Qingyun's eyes bloomed with purple light slightly, the demon monk's movements seemed to be extremely slow, his wrist moved slightly, and the black Pu knife exuded a faint black glow, raising his head and horizontal knife, bowing immediately.

With a bang, the violent aura generated by the impact instantly flew around, and smoke and dust rose everywhere. A small crack on a boulder not far away spread instantly, and the boulder split in two and turned into powder.

In the distance, the Taoist in a gorgeous Taoist robe had a slightly different expression, originally because he was in a hurry to destroy the ghost in front of him and rescue the weak young man's tense nerves, he slowly relaxed, and moved his figure slowly, actually blocking the moving figure of the ghost Ru.

The ghost Ru looked at the demon monk in the distance, frowned slightly, and secretly said in his heart, he wanted to withdraw to help, but the Taoist in front of him no longer seemed to be in a hurry. Constantly dodging the attacks of the ghosts, but he is not in a hurry to fight back.

For a while, a layer of sweat slowly floated on the ghost's forehead, and he was very anxious.

The bursting breath woke up the sleeping young man in green shirts, watching the young man Qingyun keep resisting the unpredictable ring knife, although he was embarrassed, his breath was steady, and his pace was not chaotic at all.

The young man in the green shirt was slightly surprised, but after careful observation, he came to a startling conclusion. The seemingly weak young Qingyun, the endurance of his body, the power that burst out in an instant, and the invincible Pu Dao, can be called perfect.

It's just that the boy is young after all, he lacks experience in killing, and his cultivation is even more incomparable to that of the demon monk, and with a bang, the young man Qingyun fell beside the young man in green shirts.

"How's it going, doesn't it taste very pleasant?" said the young man in the green shirt teasing with interest, as if he noticed the peculiarity of the wine gourd, and took another sip of wine.

The young Qingyun spread to the ground, his whole body was already in unbearable pain, and there was little vitality left, he was too lazy to take care of the young man in green shirt on the side, gasping violently, and listening to the voice on the other side quietly with a pair of ears.

The demon monk was slightly surprised, and the ring knife in his hand was actually full of gaps. Although the ring knife in the temple is made of wood, in order to practice magic skills, this ring knife has already been refined by the beast's den, with runes, which is enough to sharpen iron like mud and blow hair can be broken.

The demon monk's eyes slowly showed a greedy look, a good knife should not be silent in the hands of such an ordinary young man.

The demon monk rushed forward again, abandoned the ring knife, and stretched out his hand to move the supreme mudra of the Buddha Gate. A golden palm shone swiftly towards the boy on the ground.

The young man's whole body tensed, his right foot kicked up a boulder violently, and he ran backwards with his strength, and quickly got up, the black light in his hand flashed, and a black light followed the rolling stone to meet the golden palm print.

With a bang, the first rolling stones instantly turned into powder, boiling up smoke and dust. A black knife cut through the smoke and dust, and slashed fiercely on the handprint. With a bang, the handprints and knives disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It's just that the demon monk paused slightly to stabilize his figure, and the young Qingyun was taken away by the strong wind again and slammed into the wall of the ancient temple.

"I advise you to get acquainted, hand over the Pu knife, and give you a good time. The demon monk said with a hideous face, his right hand was placed behind his back, trembling slightly, a narrow knife mark was imprinted on it, and bright red blood droplets flowed from his palm.

To the surprise of the demon monk, the means were exhausted, and the injured palms were bleeding non-stop, and they gradually became numb and unconscious.

Qingyun, the young man who hit the temple wall, spat blood again, his eyes were slightly dim, he glanced at the young man in green shirt next to the wall, and said lightly: "We should be regarded as the brothers in Yi Feng's mouth, right?"

The young man in green shirt leaning against the wall had a strange face, and said helplessly: "Reluctantly." ”

You're not sure if I'm your brother, but you're fighting with your life, and you're not stupid.

The young man in the green shirt thought so, but suddenly found that he was a little stupid, but he was so stupid and cute, and he didn't hate it.

"Then if I die, remember to send my ashes back to Qingshan Temple, and say that Xuankong is back. Qingyun, whose eyes were gradually dimming, suddenly emitted an inexplicable light, and the black pattern of the black Pu knife in his hand slowly flowed.

Quickly get up, lunge, move forward, draw the knife, and the narrow blade instantly slashes at the demon monk in the distance.

Looking at the knife that came to him in an instant, a feeling of palpitations appeared out of thin air, and without caring about the injured right hand, a black figure suddenly appeared behind the demon monk, which actually had eight arms.

The eight arms continued to wave, and finally fused into a magical fist mark, slamming into the flying blade.

With a bang, a huge wave of qi spread out to the surroundings again. The black sword light disappeared after a slight stay, and the fist shadow of the expression was full of cracks, gradually peeling off, and only a phantom shadow was left in front of Qingyun.

The phantom slapped Qingyun's chest, Qingyun instantly fell backwards, and many figures appeared in his mind, is this the feeling of dying?

With a bang, Qingyun fell to the ground and fainted, the black Pu knife in his hand disappeared, and his whole body was covered with scars and blood.

A blood mark appeared on the demon monk's right hand in the distance again, he frowned slightly, and wanted to bandage it, but when he touched it, his palm was separated from the crack.

The demon monk was slightly shocked, he had already been forged by the magic skills, even if the knife and gun could only leave shallow scars, but now he had a broken palm.

"Since you're tired, I'll keep coming. The young man in the green shirt got up slowly, and the white jade sword in his hand shone slightly.

The demon monk tore off the clothes on his body slightly, treated the wound simply, and looked at the young man in green shirt who was standing slowly with a full body of anger, and said with a slight movement at the corner of his mouth, "You can't live if you do your own evil." ”

In the distance, the young man in the green shirt was smiling, smiling like a summer flower, but the young man's eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "I don't know if the master is willing to become a Buddha?"

Those who have great merit in Buddhism will become a Buddha by death.

In the dilapidated pawnshop, the signboard hanging at the door instantly turned into powder.

The old man shook his head with a wry smile, the simple coin on his waist slightly emitted a golden light, and his figure did not change in the slightest.

The woman behind her seemed to be facing a great enemy, her whole body was strangely twisted, and clusters of red light emanated from all around her body, constantly resisting the scattered air waves, and making dull sounds from time to time. In the end, the red glow disappeared, and the woman snorted, and a faint blood red flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The eyes of the man holding the sword were slightly bright, and the sword in his hand kept flashing. The man's figure kept flickering and changing, and in an instant, he had already slashed down several times, and the intense blue light flickered, flickering and dimming. The man kept moving backwards, rushing forward again, his eyes brighter and brighter, the sword in his hand trembled violently, and from time to time let out a slight cheerful and soft sound.

As if the breeze had subsided, the man's figure stood still, the brightness in his eyes disappeared, and a look of awe rose slightly.

As if he had just woken up, the sloppy Taoist shook his head slightly, poured down another sip of spirits, and said dejectedly, "Is the news true?"

The old man nodded slightly, but did not speak.

The sloppy Taoist slowly got up, saluted the old man respectfully, and said solemnly: "Thank you, I owe you a favor." I have calculated that the person the Demon Sect is looking for will definitely appear in three or five years at the earliest, and thirty or fifty years at the latest. Your grandson is destined for him, so let him go. ”

After speaking, the sloppy old man walked towards the outside of the pawnshop, and his figure was gloomy.

The old man stood and looked at it, shaking his head slightly.

The world is impermanent, people's hearts are not ancient, and there are some things in the world that are really unclear. Just like the current Taoist Heavenly Sect, the world is free, but there is an amazing conspiracy hidden. The Taoist who is known as invincible, has never been defeated, if he has recently entered the game for a thousand years, he still does not know it, the outcome is unpredictable, and the most feared is the death of the heart.

For the world, the heart is dead, and the heart is dead for human feelings.