The light of the shark beads shone on the old monk's face, and he seemed to be a little angry.

Chu Rong'er eagerly tiptoed to the old monk and said indignantly, "Where is Ye Luo? tell me, where did you hide him?"

The old monk glanced at him with contempt, glared and replied, "I can't die, what are you worried about?"

"I ......"

"That bastard trespassed into the Ghost Valley, if it weren't for you, I would have torn him to pieces of flesh a long time ago. ”

"Tell me, where is he?" shouted Rong'er at the top of her voice.

The old monk's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, grabbed Rong'er, flashed into the ghost valley tomb, and the tomb door suddenly closed.

"Stay here, I'm going to sleep!"

A secret door on the stone wall of Huo Ran opened, and after the old monk stepped in, the stone door rumbled and closed.

Chu Rong'er jumped in front of the tomb door, her palms were attached to the tomb door and she concentrated on it, the tomb door did not move at all, even the closed seam did not change, she tried three or four times, it was a complete waste of strength, she leaned against the tomb door, squatted down slowly, and stuck on the stone steps, her chest was depressed, and she glanced coldly at the cold bed in front of her, and the purple wooden box was displayed on it.

A flash of inspiration came to mind.

Chu Rong'er hugged the wooden box in her arms, stuck to the stone door and shouted, "Tell me quickly, otherwise I will fall the box!"

Echoes echoed throughout the tomb, and the stone door opened instantly.

The old monk snatched away the purple wood box, clenched his five fingers around her neck, and roared angrily: "You want to blackmail me?"

Chu Rong'er opened her eyes and squinted: "Yes, I want to blackmail you." ”

The old monk's eyes rolled and he slowly let go of his fingers. "Little Nizi, I shouldn't be cruel to you. Then he turned around and stepped through the stone door with the wooden box in his arms.

She was stunned for a moment, then stepped inside.

The stone chamber is bright, with a celestial hole hanging down, and a towering black and gold plum tree coils upward, its pink petals burning. On the stone wall, the sword marks of the road, look closely, it is the number of ways to walk the sword and swing the knife, there are several sticks on the west stone wall, the posture is agile like a swimming dragon, and the floating shape is like a shadow.

The old monk spread out his sleeves and put the purple wooden box at the base of the ancient plum tree, and a petal of plum blossoms floated on the wall of the box. Suddenly, he pinched his fingers and slowly recited the sword technique, and the Chengshuang sword swished into the ground half a step in front of his feet. A coiled body, fingers pressed the sword, the sword wind agitated, the cherry pink plum petals on the plum tree gathered into a long snake, dancing in the sword wind, holding the sword, countless flying flowers quietly falling.

"Little Nizi, come, play tricks on your Frost Sword. ”

Chu Rong'er's anger had not subsided, she glanced at it, and said, "If you tell me, I will play tricks on you." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "I don't practice swords for you, not for me!"

Chu Rong'er took a few steps closer and picked up a plum blossom. "If it's a sword dance, will you tell me?"

"Then I'll appreciate your amazing sword dance, let me like it, I'll tell you. ”

Chu Rong'er didn't wait for a moment, moved to take the sword, waved the clear frost, and relied on the memory of Li Feiyan's sword dance on the Liuhu Lake that day, she took a sword and swept her steps, light and light, and plum petals danced between her dresses, like a fairy with flowers in the sky.

Ye Luo got up with his chest, pulled out Long Yuan with one hand, saw a medicine bottle falling next to him, and cut down vertically with a sword, with a sound of celadon breaking, stared at Shen Sheng and scolded: "His uncle, he can't die, take some broken medicine and be courteous." ”

He sat down and calmed down, regained his strength, stared at the faint twelve peaks with deep eyes, and walked down Meiling by the faint starlight.

The green lamp in the temple of the rope tower was burning, and the bronze bell struck three times. Li Feiyan was anxious, so she took a few monks to look for it, but she has not returned.

Several little monks saw that Ye Luo was injured, and found some pills from Buddhism, and a senior monk stepped into the meditation hall with his sleeves brushed up, and used the qi machine to open up the stagnant blood veins, so that Ye Luo could recover by himself.

Lingpu coughed dryly on the couch, and a little monk panicked to find this white-bearded monk to take a look.

Not long after, Li Feiyan swooped into the meditation hall and saw Ye Luo sitting cross-legged pranayama, so he squatted beside him and looked at his brow. He felt his body work back to normal, and when he opened his eyes, he squinted to see her staring brightly.

"Ling'er, I'...... I didn't rescue Rong'er. The gloomy look on Ye Luo's face resurfaced again.

Li Feiyan patted Ye Luo on the back and said, "Brother Luo, Sister Rong'er will be fine, that bald old monk is definitely not a person, he must be a master." ”

"Alas, it's a joke to lose to the bald head in three moves, and I'm still thinking about revenge every day to help you regain Nanzhao!" Ye Luo clenched his fists and slammed them viciously on the floor.

got up and stepped out of the meditation hall, out of the temple gate, and cooperated with Li Feiyan to ride back to Chu Mansion overnight.

On the second day, the sky faded to ink, and a black-clothed snake guard jumped onto the eaves of the Chu Mansion and quietly entered Ye Luo's room, only to hear the sound of the long sword, and there was no trace of anyone in the morning.

On the Bashui Hall, Zhao Yingang slashed his middle finger with a dagger, blood dripping in the wine bowl, and shouted heroically: "Today's brothers are here, and it is inevitable to kill Bai Chongyang's children." ”

Ye Luo, Ye Qingyi, Zeng Xiangduan, and Wu Commander stood side by side with wine, and drank the wine in one go.

There were only a few hundred people left in the hall, and the little thieves had a stunt and set off together.

Zeng Xiang wiped the willow leaf double knife, inserted two white and tender steamed buns and fed them to the rhubarb, and reluctantly touched the corners of the rhubarb's eyes.

This trip needs to go through the official road, and Zhao Yingang has already ordered someone to change his outfit and sneak into the vicinity of the main altar of the snake hub in batches to seize the secret posts of each snake hub.

The general altar of the snake is located in the western suburbs of Youzhou, relying on the Qi Mountain, the mouth of the altar is more than 50 shops, the underground secret passage, more than 100 miles, deep into the interior of the Qi Mountain.

Ye Luo, Ye Qingyi, Zeng Xiangduan and Zhao Yingang went secretly in four ways, taking advantage of the night, from the southeast, northwest and four shops to attack.

Ye Luo and the drum danced together, and exercised a look, nodded his head, pointed his finger obliquely at the two secret doors on the side, and rolled into the door with a roll.

Ye Luo took out the curved dagger on the black shoe, and a jumping step spiraled, cutting the guard of the snake pivot with one blade, the two of them looked at each other, and the two had been solved, and then stretched out their fingers to communicate, and slid into the mouth of the altar.

Suddenly, there were several fights in the north direction, which alarmed the guards of the snake hub, Ye Luo had to draw his sword and rush in, and the snake guards behind him came up one after another, the blood mist flew, and the corners of his mouth splashed some blood, he stuck out his tongue slightly, licked the blood stains and spat on the ground.

The knife technique of the drum beating was fast, and he put down several of the blades, and suddenly a guard pierced out from behind him and stabbed him in the waist, which was blocked by Ye Luo's sword, and he shaved his head with a sword.

Attacking the inside of the main altar, the gilt ornaments reflected the cave room shining, and the nine-fingered Yama led the main altar guards to block the front with black pressure.

Zhao Yingang pressed his sword obliquely, and blood drops dripped on the floor, one drop, two drops......

"Yama!"

"Altar...... Altar Master?" asked Yama in surprise.

Zhao Yingang Ling Ran glanced at the guards a few times, they were separated for a hundred days, and they were not unfamiliar, and everyone was surprised and silent, and they looked at the leader in front of them with oblique eyes.

Zeng Xiangduan turned the willow leaf double knife, stepped forward and shouted: "Come and meet the altar master!"

The guards looked at each other, and none of them dared to bend their knees to meet them.

Yan Luo asked rudely, "Didn't you die in the battle of Huangling, aren't you an impostor?"

Ye Qingyi stepped forward and scolded angrily: "You are a." Leaned over and said, "Master, don't let that Bai Chongyang child escape, kill it." ”

Yama twisted his axe and said, "The Lord of the White Altar is kind to me, if you want to kill him, you must first step over my corpse." ”

Ye Qingyi rubbed his fan and scolded: "Lord Zhao Tan is not kind to you?"

Before Yama could reply, another general altar commander on the side killed with a sword, and swept away a blade with a knife, and the guards rushed away with both hands and knives, and a chaotic battle ensued.

The battle clothes were distinct, and the blood bubbles at the corners of the fallen corpse's mouth exploded, staining the robe red.

Ye Luo's back was sharpened, Yan Luo cut down one with an axe, the sword and axe were just connected, and his eyes swept away, and he really had some familiar impressions.

"Ye Luo!" said Yama in surprise as he held the axe in his hand.

"Nine-fingered Yama, meet again, farewell to Liuhu, it's been a few days!"