The Blue Devil tears slowly embedded into the grooves of the poisonous ghost, tightly sealed, as if made in heaven. Seeing this situation, Fang Duan couldn't help but be stunned as well! How could the Holy Relics of Zixiao Pavilion be merged with the poisonous ghost of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect? Could it be that hundreds of years ago, there was some indescribable connection between the Zixiao Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Souls Sect?

"Zhangjiao, all this is providence!" Rong Yue seemed to be a little more happy in addition to being shocked. He coughed heavily and said, "I have something to say to the master, you guys stand down!"

The crowd retreated silently. Fang Duan held the combined poison in his hand and said to Rong Yue, "I don't want to hear you talk nonsense, I'm going back to find Master!"

"How are you going to explain the relationship between you and us to Master Feiyun?" Rong Yue still maintained the respect of the other party, but Fang Duan heard the meaning of provocation, "Are you threatening me?" Hmph, it has come to this point, it's a big deal to fight to the death, my little life is worthless, it's okay to give it to you!"

Fang Dui, who had no idea, calmed down instead, looking like a broken jar. Rong Yue suddenly became angry, "Do you think that the Wanling Sect is a place where any cat or dog can come to be the head of the sect? Do you think that when I find you, I will fall behind, and let you take care of it? Tell you, the Wanling Sect is the same as your so-called famous and decent families, and it also wants to protect the safety of the people!"

"But, what other people say is different from what you say. Fang Dui was a little weak-hearted. Rong Yue sneered, "The three of you become tigers, it seems that you are also like those laymen, you only listen to those gossip and have no thoughts of your own." Fang Du said, "Then tell me, what is the Ten Thousand Souls Sect that you have seen and experienced?"

Rong Yue took two steps forward, gently stroking the ordinary wooden chair that Fang Duan had just sat on, and his eyes became gentle. Only then did Fang Duan notice that the wooden chair was made of very ordinary materials and craftsmanship, and the uneven surface had already lost its paint, and even ordinary people rarely used such old objects.

"This is my master's old thing Taishi Yingbin," Rong Yue mentioned this key figure of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect for the first time in front of Fang Dui, he said, "In the eyes of others, Taishi Yingbin has a violent temper, arrogance and lasciviousness, and it is rumored outside that the floor of the room where he lives is paved with gold bricks. But only his close people know how simple he is. In such a cluster market, the chair that was bought back for only two times was repaired by himself when it broke down, and it has been used for many years. ”

"Is he poor?" Fang Du asked a very stupid question. Rong Yue said with a smile, "The shops and fields under the Ten Thousand Souls Sect are supplied with food, clothing, and silver taels on a monthly basis. To put it mildly, even if the All Souls Sect does nothing, relying on these alone, it will not be a problem to live a prosperous life for a hundred years. In the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, from the head of the sect to the ordinary disciples, there are monthly examples. ”

"If it's the head teacher, how much money do you have every month?" Fang Duan became curious, Rong Yue stretched out five fingers and shook them in front of him. Fang Duan said, "No money?" Rong Yue shook his head, Fang Duan thought to himself, since he was in charge, naturally it would not be something that a poor boy like himself could imagine. So he was ruthless and said, "Five taels of silver?"

Unexpectedly, Rong Yue shook his head again, Fang Duan remembered the generosity of Sima Lu's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Five ingots of gold!" Rong Yue still shook his head, Fang Duan didn't dare to speculate anymore. Rong Yuefeng said lightly, "Fifty ingots of gold!"

"So much?" Fang Du said, pointing to the wooden chair, "Then where did he spend all his money, and he was reluctant to change even a chair?" Rong Yue said, "Master, he wants to help the poor, settle those orphans who have no father or mother, and send the souls of those who died in other places back to their hometowns." Fifty ingots of gold is a lot, but there is not much left for so many places. ”

Fang Duan suddenly had a strange feeling, the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect Leader Taishi Ying Wei that Rong Yue said in his mouth seemed to be the same as Master Cidu's compassionate heart. Rong Yue said, "You shouldn't believe it, because there are no more than ten people in this world who have seen Master! Coincidentally, Master wants to see you, so pack up and come with me!"

"You, you mean, take me to meet Taishi Yingbin?" Fang Du was chilled by what he said, and his hands and feet were sweating. Taishi Yingbin has been dead for many years, and the bones have long been replaced with a handful of loess, and they can't be distinguished. But Rong Yue wanted to take him to see Taishi Yingbin at this time, whether to go to the grave, or to kill him, so that his ghost could go to meet Taishi Yingbin?

Just when Fang Dui's mind turned a thousand times, and his legs and stomach were almost weak with fright, Rong Yue told him, "Don't worry, Master, his old man is still alive, don't be afraid!" Fang Duan stammered, "Who is that person who died in that great battle?" I won't tell you, when I was at the old site of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, I met a high-ranking person, who gave me the poison ghost, and I also saw the situation of the great war back then. ”

"It's just a shadow of the master who died, okay, come with me. This time, Rong Yue didn't blindfold Fang Dui with a black cloth, and they returned to the teahouse above through the long secret passage. The tea guests leisurely tasted tea, but no matter how Fang Duan looked at it, he felt that they were people from the Ten Thousand Souls Sect.

Turning two small alleys, Rong Yue stopped in front of a small courtyard fenced off. Fang Du saw that there was a white-haired old man in the courtyard, who was watering the melons and fruits planted in the courtyard. He was dressed in a washed white blue coarse cloth shirt, and he looked no different from the old man who sold agricultural goods in the market.

"Teacher!" Rong Yue pushed open the courtyard door and walked in with a smile on his face. Fang Duan stood at the door, neither advancing nor retreating. When the old man saw him, he beckoned, "Young man, come in and sit down." There are fresh vegetables today, I'll fry them for you to drink!" Fang Du looked at the man's face, his slender eyes were black and white, and there were already a lot of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Because of the perennial labor, there are a lot of calluses on his hands, and his skin has become dark and dark, which is somewhat similar to the villagers in Sanhegou.

"Teacher, these vegetables are really smart, they look much better than the ones sold in the market!" Rong Yue moved a bamboo chair and sat down, motioning for Fang Duan to sit casually. Fang Duan stood in place at a loss, not daring to move.

Lao Su poured the last scoop of water, then he beat his waist and turned around, looked at Fang Du a few times and said, "You are Fang Dui, my name is Taishi Yingbin, but that is the name of the past, you can call me teacher like Rong Yue, or the old man or something, feel free." ”

"Old, teacher!" Fang Duan somehow chose the same title as Rong Yue. Taishi Yingbin brought two bowls of mung bean soup from the kitchen and placed them in front of them, smiling silently. Rong Yue lowered his voice and said, "Teacher, the poisonous ghost is now in Fang Dui's hands, and it has been merged into one in the Zixiao Pavilion to the Blue Demon Tears!"

vertex