"It's not impossible, he may only look like a golden immortal peak, but it's very likely that he is just hiding his strength, let's be careful. The crow groaned, cautiously, and finally said.

The other three brothers saw that it was so jealous, and they also nodded, they are not foodies like fat crows, they know which is more important, as long as this matter (情qíng) is done, they will eat as much (肉ròu) as they want (肉ròu) when they return to the Rakshasa Hall, why do they want to provoke this hard stubble?

"Let's find a cave around here to rest, after all, it's inconvenient to start in the city. The crow winked at the sparrow.

"But what if they don't come out?"

"Don't worry, naturally someone will drive them out for us, and I will trouble the seventh brother to guard it in the first half of the night today. The raven smiled.

"Okay, big brother. The four demons flew up in the air and flew towards the mountain rock on the side, where there must be a place to rest.

As everyone knows, as soon as they left, Li Zongsheng was already snoring, like thunder on the ground, one after another.

Broken temple in the west of the city.

This is really a small temple, not to mention the inside of the temple, even the surrounding area is a barren, overgrown with weeds, and the ruined walls are a dilapidated scene.

Because the temple has not been repaired for a long time, half of the statues have already been destroyed, and there are only two of the four heavenly kings who were originally imposing at the moment, and they are still missing arms and legs. An angry-eyed rakshasa with two eyebrows crossed, and only one black pupil left, looked ridiculous.

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing through the barren temple, the cobwebs on the original magnificent gate are woven, the hall is half-collapsed, the incense burner is overturned, and even the incense ash can not be seen, let alone people.

"Brother Jinyu, do you think the Seventh Master will really be here?" A gust of (yin yīn) wind blew through the broken temple, and Luo Qingshui couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"It should be there. Yan Jinyu looked around, although this place seemed to be inaccessible, there were a lot of rags on the ground mixed with bedding made of cotton wool, it seemed that someone should live here.

And there is more than one of these collapsed shops, this ruined temple is supposed to be the residence of beggars, who are homeless, either choose to sleep on the streets, or can only find an eaves to live on (身shēn), in contrast, although this temple is dilapidated, but at least it can shelter them from the wind and rain.

It's the top of the beggars!

"That seventh master is too miserable, it's dirty and messy here, it's so cold, what should they do if they encounter robbers in the middle of the night?" Luo Qingshui looked worried, she was actually worried that the beggar would be robbed by the robbers.

Yan Jinyu didn't know what to say for a while, so she had to laugh, "Probably not!"

"Hey, you two boys, I asked you to come to the broken temple to find me, why didn't you come until now?" An old voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling Luo Qingshui and Yan Jinyu in this weird broken temple.

"Huh, Seventh Master, you're scared us to death. Luo Qingshui jumped up in fright, and turned (shēn) only to find that it was Qigong, who was reclining on a lotus platform at the moment.

The lotus platform originally belonged to a certain heavenly king, but that heavenly king had already turned into a piece of rubble, even in human form

None of them are gone.

"Qigong, we originally wanted to come and meet you earlier, but we stayed in the market for a while on the way, so it was a little late. Yan Jinyu explained that he and Luo Qingshui said goodbye to Bayar, and they had planned to come to find Qigong, but Luo Qingshui was noisy and wanted to go to the downtown of Falling Dragon City to see, so he walked around for an afternoon.

Even though they didn't have a penny, they couldn't stop Luo Qingshui's good interest.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that you're late, and there's no more for dinner. Qigong stretched his waist and stood up from the lotus platform, where he had seen sitting for an afternoon.

"Ah, okay. Luo Qingshui was a little disappointed.

However, they are immortal cultivators, and one meal at noon is enough, so not eating dinner will not affect them anything.

"What? Where's the supper!" suddenly came another exclamation from the ruined temple, and it was more of a dream than a dream.

"There are ghosts!" Luo Qingshui was startled again, there were obviously only three of them in this broken temple, how could there be a fourth voice?

There must be a ghost, hidden (身shēn) in the air.

"Don't be afraid, it's just my roommate. Qigong was not afraid at all, and smiled kindly.

"Roommate?"

As he was talking, an arhat on the other side suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a sleeping arhat, lying drunk on a lotus platform, with his chest exposed, his eyes closed, and a tattered blue robe draped over it, and mud all over the top and bottom of the body (body shēn), but it was as thin as firewood, making people think it was just a statue.

When it opened its eyes, it really frightened Luo Qingshui and Yan Jinyu, and the two of them invariably pulled out the Dragon Yin Sword in their hands.

"Dragon Yin Sword, I grass. As soon as the arhat opened his eyes, he saw the cold light in front of him, and immediately turned over and jumped up on the beam, looking very panicked.

The sword in Luo Qingshui's hand suddenly flew forward with a buzz, and rushed straight towards the shadow of the drunken dream Arhat.

"Your sword, what's wrong?" Yan Jinyu looked at the dragon sword that burst out, a little confused.

"I didn't know, all of a sudden it was like that. Luo Qingshui also looked at the empty scabbard, the dragon yin sword actually moved by itself, this seems to be the second time, right?

"Big sister spares my life, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. As soon as the two of them exchanged glances with each other, a cyan shadow fell from the sky, and the dragon sword hummed in front of him.

"Long Yin, come back quickly!" Luo Qingshui waved his hand, and the sword with a spirit (性xìng) returned to its scabbard unwillingly, regaining its calm.

"Spare your life, spare your life, I really didn't do it, I really didn't do it!" Tsing Yi Luohan knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, burying his head on the ground.

"Hey, I said Xiao Yunyun, what are you crazy about? they are my apprentices!" Qigong wondered how his roommate, who had lived with him for several days, could become like this.

"Your apprentice?" the man looked up abruptly, glancing at the two in front of him with an unnatural expression.

This is a middle-aged man who looks about 40 years old, with a scruffy beard and a face covered in soot

Looks like a beggar too.

"Oh, I just woke up and thought I was still dreaming!" the man in Tsing Yi got up from the ground and patted the ash on his body.

"Heh, look at you like this, then you don't do bad things in your dreams!" Qigong smiled.

"Hehe, yes. The man in Tsing Yi just sneered, "I dreamed that I had done something bad, and a group of killers came to hunt me down!"

"Where do we two look like killers!" Luo Qingshui was not convinced and shouted.

"Isn't that still awake? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The man in Tsing Yi bowed repeatedly, but he didn't notice that Yan Jinyu had been staring at him.

"My name is Yun, my name is Yunfeng, the maple of Maple Leaf! I have been wandering for more than ten years, and I have just come to Falling Dragon City today, and I have been under the care of Qigong. The man in Tsing Yi said hurriedly, and he squinted at Qigong again.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone is a beggar, the beggars in the world are all a family, I will go to your territory in the future, and you kid will also treat me well!" Qigong waved his hand.

"Definitely, definitely. ”

Yan Jinyu just looked coldly at the two of them (set tào) and was silent.

"My apprentices are amazing, they are all disciples of the Tianshan faction, this girl's name is Luo Qingshui, and the man's name is Yan What Fish. Qigong tilted his head, looking thoughtful, he couldn't think of Yan Jinyu's name for a while.

"My name is Yan Jinyu, and Sister Qing Shui and I are both disciples of the Third Elder Nangong Quan. Yan Jinyu made a gesture, his eyes kept staring at him, and he bit the words of the third elder and Nangong Quan extremely hard.

"Oh, the Tianshan faction, it's the sect that sounds like (quite tǐng) cow ((forced bī) bī), right?" Facing Yan Jinyu's eyes, the man in Tsing Yi's gaze kept dodging.

"That's not it, this Tianshan faction is the number one faction in the world!" said Qigong as if ostentatious.

"Oh, that's pretty impressive. The man in Tsing Yi continued to nod.

Is it really just a similar name? Yan Jinyu kept staring at Yun Feng, there was only one word difference between him and Ling Yunfeng. However, Ling Yunfeng was a disciple of the Tianshan Sect, and no matter how he said it, he was a lower immortal, but the strength of the man in front of him didn't seem to be that strong.

If he was really Ling Yunfeng, he had just faced Luo Qingshui's sword, he could have escaped.

Could it be that she really thinks too much, Yan Jinyu thought secretly in her heart.

"Hey, Brother Jinyu, what are you thinking?" Luo Qingshui noticed Yan Jinyu's abnormality and looked at him sideways.

"Oh, nothing. Yan Jinyu came back to her senses from meditation and said casually.

He had no evidence, and he couldn't prove that this Yun Feng was Ling Yun Feng, no matter what, now was not the time to question him.

"By the way, I still have half a jar of wine hidden here, I have been saving it for a long time since I stole it from the Yunlong Inn before, and today (Rirì) is rare to have a fate, everyone drinks a little. As if remembering something, the Seven Princes took a broken cup from the altar, wiped it with his hand, and placed it on the ground.

Zhuan (身shēn) and did not know where to take out a black jar.

"Well, it's so fragrant. He opened the lid and sniffed it, there was a kind of Wang Po selling melons

Suspicion of selling boasting.

He tilted the jar to four bowls of wine, but each bowl was only halfway.

"Hey, you old man, I'll just say that I smelled the smell of wine in the middle of the night a few days ago, and you said no, it was wafting from the man-machine tavern, it turns out that you have been hiding for so long. Yun Feng pounced, as if he was addicted to alcohol, and slammed the bowl of wine in his hand.

"Isn't this the joy of accepting two apprentices today!" Qigong threw the wine jar to the ground next to him, and the wine jar fell to pieces.

This half jar of wine is not even enough for four bowls.

Yan Jinyu smiled bitterly, he didn't promise Qigong to be his apprentice, it was Luo Qingshui who wanted to be his apprentice! But since Qigong said so, he was embarrassed to ruin his good interest.

"By the way, what are you disciples of the Tianshan Sect doing when you come to Yunlong City?" Yun Feng asked quietly as soon as he finished drinking the wine in his hand.

(End of chapter)