/./ The middle-aged monk did not directly and recklessly break into Wang Yuan's residence, but slowly entered the city outside the city and landed on top of the courtyard where Wang Yuan was.

With Wang Yuan's realm, of course, he noticed the divine consciousness in the sky, although he tried his best to cover it up, but he couldn't escape his magic eyes.

After a while, the middle-aged monk withdrew his divine sense, and under his divine consciousness, Wang Yuan did not have any cultivation aura in his body, just like a mortal, but this made him even more cautious.

"This person's cultivation must be higher than mine, what should I do?" The middle-aged monk is at a loss, but if he leaves directly, then the apprentice's death will not be reported, and he will leave behind demons and nightmares.

"That's it, I'll take a walk, if your enemy is a teacher, you can't do anything, you don't have to blame the master." The middle-aged man sighed slightly.

Immediately, the middle-aged man slowly came to the courtyard where Wang Yuan was, but when he saw that the door was not closed, he was even more convinced of what he thought in his heart.

The crumbling stone table in the courtyard was still there, and Wang Yuan was sitting under a tree, his eyes closed, like a Buddha statue that had not moved for ten thousand years.

In the eyes of middle-aged people, Wang Yuan is unpredictable, and a demeanor slowly spreads, like a sage, elegant and easy-going.

"Daoyou, come down to ......," the middle-aged man said to Wang Yuan with courage.

But Wang Yuan didn't say a word, his eyes didn't open, he didn't put the middle-aged man in his eyes at all, the middle-aged man was stunned, smiled slightly bitterly, and clenched his fists and said, "Daoyou, I'm here for my apprentice who doesn't have a long brain."

At this time, Wang Yuan gradually opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent, and he said: "Your apprentice was killed by me.

The middle-aged man was slightly embarrassed by Wang Yuan's words, and hurriedly explained. I really wanted to avenge my apprentice's death, but when I met Daoyou, I didn't dare to think about it at all.

Wang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man strangely, and secretly thought that he was a person who could afford to let go.

"I'm not going to hold you responsible, but your apprentice killed two people, and I can't leave this matter alone." Wang Yuan snorted coldly.

"This ......" The middle-aged man was speechless for a while, he didn't know that his apprentice had killed the Blood Floating Massacre, and Wang Yuan said that he didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, Wang Yuan had already thought of this, stared at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice: "You will bear the wrong things that your apprentice has done.

The middle-aged man was stunned and repeated: "Hu Cong.."

"What, what do you complain about?" Wang Yuan's face tightened, and he asked in a cold voice, The momentum and Dao Nian that had accumulated over the years bombarded the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk's face was pale and bloodless, as if he had experienced a battle of intestines, his breath was extremely unstable, his internal and external disorders were disordered, and his realm was somewhat loosened.

"Senior." The middle-aged man took a breath and immediately bowed to Wang Yuan, and the title also changed to an honorific title. Ten years are fleeting, and the younger generation has no complaints about the seniors doing that doorman's thing."

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Wang Yuan nodded slightly, and then closed his eyes again.

Since accepting the middle-aged monk as a servant, seven years have passed unconsciously.In the past seven years, Wang Yuan often walked out of the courtyard.But Wang Yuan's reputation spread secretly in Ancheng.More of a fear of the gangs behind the Blood Floating Massacre.

The lord of Anseong often sent gold and silver to Wang Yuan, and there were some beautiful maiden servants, but Wang Yuan accepted the gold and silver things, but the maiden servants were rejected by Wang Yuan.

In Wang Yuan's view, gold and silver are the most basic things among mortals, even Buddhist cultivators have to survive in order to have a full stomach, not to mention that he is not a real Buddhist cultivator, and the maiden servant, to accept it is a taboo in Buddhism, and it is to imprint incense scars on the top of the head.

It's winter.There's a cold wind blowing outside.Clusters of small snowflakes are falling from the air.It's like cotton balls rolling in the air.The crystal snowflakes are like flying jade butterflies.This scene seems to be engraved in Wang Yuan's eyes.

Wang Yuan carried a small gourd with fruit wine in it, sat on the threshold of the gate, took a slight sip of wine, and muttered, "This wine can't be drunk in the future, if it's addictive, it's not good."

When realizing Hongchen, Wang Yuan let go of everything in his heart, even if he didn't like wine, he forced himself to drink it with a tough attitude, but he formed a habit in the past ten years.

Suddenly stretched out her hand, the snowflakes playfully fell on the palms of her hands, she was so beautiful, so pure, like the cheeks of a young girl, after a while, the snowflakes melted, and the cool palms made people lovesick.

This snow is like a whitening memory, and although it melts, you can't forget the imprint that goes deep into the bone marrow.

At this moment, Wang Yuan blended into it, wandering in a specific moment.

Suddenly, the cold wind became even stronger, the snowflakes broke and scattered, Wang Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked coldly at the end of the alley.

At the end, two figures suddenly appeared, and one of them, a slightly old voice, said anxiously: "Miss. This is it, you will be safe when you get here, and the old man will not let that miscellaneous person succeed."

The sound is familiar, the vision is obscured by snowflakes, but the sound follows the cold wind.

"Uh......h Grandpa Gu, you don't want to have anything to do, I won't make you angry anymore." The girl's voice is full of self-reproach, and more of a helplessness.

"Miss, the old man has no relatives in his life, they were all killed by the old man's enemies, when the old man saw you, it was as if he had seen his granddaughter, so the old man was willing to retire for you, if something happened to you, how could Grandpa Gu leave with confidence."

Judging from the sound, Wang Yuan already knew who the person was, and there was a murderous aura in the cold wind.

"Hahahaha.Little lady.Don't run.Why is that old thing so ignorant of current affairs.Childe, I just moved a finger to make this old thing's dantian break.I'm afraid I won't live long." A bold and domineering voice spread through the alley, with the meaning of yinmi in the voice.

"Miscellaneous, you are a person who cultivates immortals in vain, but you attack us mortals. Bloodfloat shouted angrily.

"Poof."

It seems that the flamboyant man has made a move, and the blood floats and vomits blood, if it weren't for his deep internal strength, and because the man didn't want to kill him, just tortured him, he didn't immediately lose his breath.

Wang Yuan got up slowly.A good scene was interrupted.Unspeakable bitterness.With a cold face, he walked through the snow and walked towards the end of the alley.

Suddenly, the blood floater said to Lang Yue again: "Miss, you have your own natural appearance, the old man will not let you be ruined by this mess, this person has ruined the gang that the gang leader has worked so hard to run, and the gang leader is also because of ...... Miss Qiu must remember this deeply."

"That's a lot of talk, old thing." The flamboyant voice sounded.The figure of the Blood Floating Tu fell from the snowflakes at Wang Yuan's feet.Immediately after.The delicate figure of Langyue also immediately ran over.

At first, when Langyue saw Wang Yuan, she was really shocked, time and years did not take away her beauty, but increased her maturity a little, and at this moment, tears and snow melted together, which was even more shocking.

How ironic it is that the Blood Floating Massacre struggled to get up, spitting out blood, a generation of masters of the rivers and lakes, but losing the finger of a monk.

He saw Wang Yuan at a glance, his eyes showed a resolute look, he actually got up and knelt in front of Wang Yuan, and said pleadingly: "Shangxian, read on the face of the junior who has been Shangxian for five years.

After speaking, Xuefutu's body fell to the side, and before he died, his hand was still tightly grasping Wang Yuan's ankle.

Wang Yuan was silent, his expression was as usual, but he looked coldly at the monk who came over, and the monk was wearing a blue shirt, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood, and some of the blood stains hung on his arrogant and domineering face.

The young monk saw that Wang Yuan was looking at a dead man, and sneered: "I said how did that old thing run this way, because I wanted you to help him avenge him.

Wang Yuan's brows furrowed.At this moment, he had already murdered him.If he really killed the young monk with his own hands.Then more than ten years of escaping into the red dust would be wasted.But if you don't kill him, it is not Wang Yuan's character.

"I don't care if you kill her, but if you insult me, you are destined to pay with your life." Wang Yuan said coldly, if it was the matter of the Blood Floating Slaughter and the Moon, Wang Yuan would never care, even if the Blood Floating Slaughter tried his best to win Wang Yuan's favor, but it was all in vain.

Wang Yuan said to the middle-aged man, "Kill him, don't let this snow stain his blood."

Immediately, Wang Yuan looked at Lang Yue, who was crying with his body in his arms and hugging Xuefutu, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man smiled, and this was the first time in seven years that he had made a move.

The young monk's arrogant face sank.At this moment.The middle-aged man in front of him couldn't see clearly.He unconsciously took a few steps back.

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