Zhang Yan was overjoyed.

With such a large number of people, there should be a titled master in it. At worst, it should be led by the guru. Before, he still had some scruples, and when he caught people and inquired, he was all aimed at the lowest monks. Now that I've made up my mind, I can't care about that much!

The Edgeworth Expressway approached, and three to five kilometers away, a sparse forest surrounded a huge mansion.

It seems that the Beppu manor outside the city of Sanyo Prefecture, which is the powerful and wealthy, is now completely occupied by a group of monks. Prayer flags of various colors were erected on the wall, and the courtyard was filled with the smell of wine. Originally, the servants in the house were driven by the monks to constantly deliver prepared wine and food.

One by one, they had sad faces, and they had to force a happy face.

In the open space of the lobby, the singers and dancers who were originally raised by the owner waved their water sleeves, trembling, and danced the neatly rehearsed song and dance.

Zhang Yan quietly approached, landed on the top of the gatehouse, his eyes crossed the waist and limbs, and the family agitated people who were singing and dancing, fell into the depths of the lobby.

In the center, an old monk with a high nose and deep eyes sat cross-legged.

On the left is a middle-aged monk with dark skin and curly hair. The man on the right is also very ugly. With a monk's costume, it makes people not feel ugly, but only feels mysterious and ancient.

Below the three people, there are seven or eight monks with high status sitting on the left and right.

A group of lower-status monks of Gasha Shamen Mountain shouted in the garden, seeking pleasure.

After the song and dance, the old monk in the middle of the head screamed, and someone translated his words. The family members who sang and danced in the hall lost their faces and fled one after another.

The wine and food and several cases were taken down, and the low-ranking monks in the garden were called in. Dozens of monks, led by more than a dozen high-ranking leaders who were originally seated in the hall, faced the first three people, formed a circle, and sat cross-legged.

Suddenly, one of them shouted, and a fat monk who was only equivalent to the mid-level combat power of the Imperial Qi walked into the circle, dancing and gesturing.

After saying that, two more monks of low status were added. Then the monk on the right side of the head walked down, his hands were sealed, and no magic spell was actually issued, and he made a few strokes of the void, and said something in his mouth.

The group of monks under the seat bowed together.

The Daisetsuzan dialect was judged to be unimportant, and it was directly instilled into the memory without empathy. Zhang Yancao has seen it, and he doesn't have a good grasp of it.

However, if he can't master it, it doesn't mean that the assistant can't master it well.

After watching it for a while, Zhang Yan probably understood that this was this group of monks who were exchanging the situation of the enemies they had encountered. First, it was proposed and presented by those who had experienced it first, and then the low-ranking monks exchanged and discussed, expressing their opinions. In the end, one of the first three people will adjudicate and guide to determine a more suitable general solution.

"It's also nice to have a brainstorming session. It is said that there is a true monarch and Dharma King in the upper layer of the Snowy Buddhism Gate, but the lower level is very chaotic. Now it seems that it is not as unbearable as the legend!"

"The state is deep and true!" Seeing the enemy's sword momentum drawn by a monk, Zhang Yan's eyes lit up: "This is the number of the Ming Gate!"

Although the bewitching posture of the monk below is disgusting, it also makes Zhang Yan see clearly that he is comparing to Mingmen

A sword move.

When he heard what he said, he had no doubts in his heart, and jumped down with his sword.

Under the bright lights, the monks in the hall could only see a red fire dragon winding in the dark.

It doesn't look too much, but in fact, no one can react.

The red dragon swam by, the three masters on the seat, and nearly a hundred monks below, everyone had an extra strong and powerful true element in their meridians, sealing the meridians and locking the veins, so that the body could not move.

When the monks were all heartbroken, when they were shocked, there was a sudden flower in front of them. The red light enveloped the blue shadow, and a gust of wind passed, and a beautiful young man in a blue shirt and red sword had already appeared in the lobby, just standing in the circle to practice the side of the monk.

A short flying sword with a sharp edge, red as blood, sounded without wind, and flew on the neck of the monk.

"Say, where did you see a woman being held by the Peerless Master's attendant?" Zhang Yan asked coldly.

The two monks in the circle are fighting.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, the old monk in the hall opened his mouth and said a few words.

The monk who was put on the neck by the flying sword stiffened his neck, although his face was still bloodless, and his eyes were full of fear, but his lips were tightly closed, and he still did not speak.

"Bastard, it's a pity that I don't have the means to draw memories from my soul, otherwise I ......" Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, his face floated hideously, he smiled coldly, and his right hand picked up the sword trick and waved his hand.

The red thread pierced the heart, and the old monk reached out to caress his heart, opened his mouth and paused.

"To say, or not to say?" Zhang Yan asked sharply.

Without waiting for the monk in front of him to answer, the "red oblique" light was like electricity, and it penetrated the hearts of the two monks one after another.

"Say, I said!" Facing his companions who had died continuously, the monk standing in the middle of the crowd couldn't bear the pressure and opened his mouth to shout loudly.

"Among the retinue of the Unequaled Venerable Master was a man from the Tennoji Temple on Luang Lunpo Mountain. Back then, I studied at Tennoji Temple, and I had a good relationship with him. During the day, I bumped into him in a market town. Listening to him, the Venerable Master had imprisoned a captured woman from the Ming Sect, who had a very high status, and the Venerable Master did not allow them to ...... Use. But they weren't the only ones who tried the trick with the woman, watching the changes in the Ming Sword Technique over the years. ”

"I chatted with him for a while, and he told me about the different changes in the Mingmen swordsmanship that he had observed from the woman. I ...... when I came back."

In each school, Edgeworth's heart remains the same, but the specific swordsmanship moves are fine-tuned every year, new changes are generated, and outdated ideas are discarded. I don't see much change in three or five years, and when you look at it over a period of decades, it's almost the same as a makeover.

This kind of change doesn't have to worry about the masters who practice a sword technique to the point where they have mastered it thoroughly. The meaning of the sword trick moves has not changed, and the adjustment of skills is always being done by the masters who "integrate and change at will". When swordsmanship reaches this level, it will "change as you like", and it is impossible to stick to the original and not change it at all.

Again, there is no need for a sect to help them change.

However, for the name, outer door, and new generation of disciples who have recently entered the swordsmanship, such fine-tuning allows them to stay in the stage of reading according to the script.

It is not easy to be restrained, but it is extremely meaningful.

That's what the first three monks were doing just now.

Collect changes in battles against opponents and help low-level monks adjust their self-patterns. If it is said that it is an unchanging Ming sword technique, why does it need to be told by a low-level monk?

Even if I haven't met in battle, I've seen it in higher-level discussions and exchanges.

Listening to what he said, Zhang Yan felt more and more that the one who was imprisoned next to the peerless master was Qi Nanqing!

"Disciple Ming...... Important...... The Four Great Masters ...... The Unequaled Master personally guarded the ...... That's right!

"Where is she?" Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the placket of the monk opposite.

The tall and strong monk was as light as grass mustard in his hands, and he easily rose from the ground. Struggling to suck in air from his tightened neck, he said with a red face: "In...... One hundred and fifty miles to the east...... ...... in the mountains There is a villa in the mountains...... The Unequaled Master liked the ...... there The cook, who was left by the original owner, has always stayed there ......"

In a short period of time, the speech was interrupted five times, and almost all the air in the lungs was exhausted. The sturdy and tall monk rolled his eyes and almost fainted. I just feel that speaking in my life has never been so difficult!

In his gradually blurred consciousness, he suddenly heard two words.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yan said casually, reaching out and pinching it.

"Click" sound. The head of the tall monk hung down in an instant, losing all life.

The rest of the monks couldn't care about grieving for their companions, and when they saw a flower, the red light was dazzling. Before he had time to sort out his head, he was already scattered and fell to the ground.

A red light shot up into the sky.

A string of fireballs descended from the sky against the red light.

A grand voice in the sky said:

"The monk who invaded the house was killed by me! In order to prevent the corpse of the monk from regenerating and changing, this place will be burned, and everyone will leave quickly, and they are not allowed to stay!"

The fireball split into three directions, surrounded the lobby, and exploded.

The skyrocketing flames enveloped the lobby in one fell swoop.

The servants and singers in this manor of the annex fell to their knees, raised their heads and bowed to the night sky, and rode the red light to depart from the gods. It wasn't until the red light disappeared from sight that they picked up some things and fled.

"To the East...... One hundred and fifty miles...... The best scenery is ......" in the sky, Zhang Yan can see clearly. The distance of more than 100 miles passed in an instant, and around a mountain peak that blocked his view, a mountain villa appeared in his eyes.

There are still hundreds of feet of ice on the cliffs, and the mountain wind is cold. As the terrain rises, the temperature seems to return to the midwinter wax moon two months ago.

Snow is piled up on the branches, and the long sloping branches dance in the wind. Shake off the snowflakes to reveal bright red flowers on the branches.

Near the top of the cliff, a field of wild plums grows.

The wind blows the snow and falls, the hundred trees and red flowers, and the fragrance is dyed.

An exquisitely built villa nestled in a cliffside mergrove.

For ordinary people, it is facing the wind, and it is cold to the bone. It is unlivable in winter and unpleasant in summer, which can be described as untimely. From the perspective of a cultivator, it is extremely ingenious, Qionglou Yuyu, plum blossoms

Shine on the snow, the snow is accompanied by the fragrance of plums, and it is beautiful.

In the center of the small manor, an extremely powerful aura soared into the air. Unabashedly, spread far away. It was the unparalleled Venerable Sumeru who had chased and killed him, Qi Wu Wen Hezhen!

"Could it be that the owner of this villa, which family is in the Sankun Kingdom?" a new question arose in Zhang Yan's heart. But no matter who it is, it will not be the opponent of the unequaled master. Since it has been occupied by the Peerless Master, it is not worth considering.

The peerless Venerable Qiwu Wenhe is really the enemy in his heart, and he has the confidence to fight, but he is not very sure. Zhang Yan abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart and calmed down.

At midnight, the stars are shining overhead, and the world is silent. There is only the sound of the whistling wind, playing lonely tunes, accompanying those who return late.

Zhang Yan's heart turned a few times, but the thought of sneaking in secretly prevailed.

Zhuang Wai called for a battle and led the Wushuang Master out, and it was hard to guarantee that no one else would transfer Qi Nanqing away. sneaked in secretly, although there were also traces of exposure, and there was a possibility of immediately fighting and accidentally injuring Qi Nanqing, and in general, the possibility of a successful rescue was greater.

After all, after being exposed, you can still try your best to keep the battlefield away from the cliff manor!