Under the stone table of the tree house, a mass of white bones penetrated into Ye Luo's heart.

Ye Luo took a step forward and looked under the table, it turned out to be the dry bones of the beast, so he relaxed his tense face, inspected everywhere, and found nothing unusual, and directly took light steps to travel thousands of miles a day, stepped on the long rope chain, and ran to the central main peak.

Within the four fields, Mei Hong is charming.

Ye Luo had no intention of staying, and shuttled through the merlin to find it.

After a long time, the moon was high in the eastern sky, shining all over the trees, and he still did not find the slightest clue, only some jackals, foxes, and beasts, startled some birds.

Despair, confusion, and worry sink in his chest, and he exhales a breath of anger.

With a long roar in the sky, he pulled out Longyuan to infuse the Gang force, and cut off countless plum branches with a sword, and the plum petals were fluttering and rolling down in the gangfeng.

Ye Luo plunged his sword into the soil, pondered with both hands on the hilt of the sword, and without saying a word, he condensed the time of a pillar of incense.

He drew his sword and threw it on the ground, and fell asleep on the ground, and lay on the ground.

Thinking of the pool of blood in front of the door of Ye Mansion, Yueyi's scarlet blade pierced through the chest, and Ye Luo's nails pierced into the palm of his hand, making a few deep bruises and purple marks.

In the ghost valley tomb of the main peak of Meiling, the old monk walked towards the depths with his monk's clothes, Chu Rong'er followed behind, the dark corridor was dim, and the black lacquer bat flew overhead, which frightened Rong'er into a cold sweat on her back, her face was pale, and she didn't dare to make a sound.

The old monk's feet sank steadily, as if he was familiar with the structure in the tomb, bypassing the warped giant rock mass, and slowly pushing it open with his palms on the stone door in front of him.

The tomb was as bright as day, and the nine bright shark beads emitted a cloud of white light, and the halo of light spread out in the tomb.

The old monk stepped into the tomb in one step, Chu Rong'er hesitated, and finally followed in.

Along the way, I feel that the old monk is not a bad guy of beasts, but he can't figure out the thoughts in the bald head, so he can only take one step and see one step.

Chu Rong'er glanced at it, and her heart trembled.

A girl in green was lying flat on the jade bed, her hands on her abdomen, and her clothes covered most of the jade bed. Chu Rong'er couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her lips, and looked forward with a surprised expression.

The old monk knelt forward in front of the jade bed, grabbed the stiff right arm of the green-clothed girl with both hands, and kissed her lips on the back of her hand, as if exuding a cold air on her snow-white right hand.

Chu Rong'er glanced sideways, caught a glimpse of the old monk's tears wet her eyes, raised her eyebrows and looked at the face of the green-shirted girl, she was stunned in place, her mind was confused, and she didn't know how to feel.

"This ...... This ......"

The old monk wiped his tears with his monk's robe, and poked his fingers at the corners of his eyes for a while.

"Xiao Nizi, aren't you shocked, you and Han'er look alike, seven or eight points alike!"

Chu Rong'er glanced at it again, even the bridge of her nose, eyes and eyebrows seemed to be carved out of a mold, there are still such strange things in the world?

Chu Rong'er tentatively tested her accent and said intermittently: "Yes, it's a bit similar, what do you want to do when you brought me here?"

The old monk turned his head and walked around the jade bed, touched the cold body of the green-shirted girl, and said loudly: "The old man was almost deceived by you, and almost mistook you for my Han'er, do you know?"

At this time, Chu Rong'er put her hands together, rubbed her hands together, and listened to the tone of questioning, so frightened that her palms sweated.

The old monk continued: "But the old monk knows that my Han'er can't come back, she has been lying here for twenty and five years, and she has become an incorruptible corpse. ”

"Ahh

The old monk punched out, the stone door of the ghost valley tomb shook, the tomb began to rumble and tremble, she shook her body a few times, the soles of her feet firmly fixed her body, and her clothes danced like a violent wind.

Ye Luo felt a wave of condensing divine power rushing, and there was a trembling sound in the earth's crust, jumped up, slapped Long Yuan on the ground with one palm, and leaned his cochlea on the hilt of the sword to listen quietly.

There was a faint rumbling sound, as if it was muffled in the heart of the mountains.

Ye Luo looked for the water stream on the mountain rock, and slowly fell down on the stone wall.

The stone corridor was dim and dark, and Ye Luo took a step forward and swept into it.

The green-shirted woman was shocked and moved slightly, and a beam of ice light flashed out on her back, and Chu Rong'er stretched out her finger.

"That'...... What's that?"

"Frost Sword!"

Chu Rong'er was depressed, she was really surprised when she saw the operation of the pillow sword for the first time.

"Is this sword very powerful, why is it pillowed behind your back?"

The old monk glanced at the corners of her eyes, and said: "The Chengshuang Sword is cast from the molten iron in the ice cave of Yingzhou in the East China Sea, which is full of cold qi and can protect the body from decay. ”

"It's so amazing?"

Chu Rong'er saw that the grief on the old monk's face was still crawling on the tip of her eyebrows, she changed her tone slightly, and said gently: "Old man, people can't be resurrected after death, I know that you are very close to you, understand your colic, and please mourn!"

The old monk looked at Chu Rong'er again, gritted his teeth and pursed his lips.

sighed: "That's it, it's ......"

The old monk took a step, propped up the back of the green-shirted girl and hugged it in his arms, and took out the frost sword and squeezed it in his hand. The green-shirted girl instantly curled up like a wisp of green smoke, sprinkling a thin pool of powder.

Chu Rong'er leaned forward to gaze, her pupils couldn't help but dilate and contract.

The old monk was still curled up with his arms, looking up at the light smoke slowly drifting away, and there was silence in the ghost valley tomb, only to see the two lines of tears in the corners of the old monk's eyes flowing down to his jaw, dripping on the ice blade of the Chengshuang Sword and picking up the tip of the sword.

Suddenly, the old monk spoke: "Little Nizi, the Chengshuang Sword is given to you." ”

The Chengshuang sword flew towards her, Chu Rong'er stretched out her arms and stretched out her fingers to pinch them in her hand, and a slight chill gradually spread into her palm, along the meridians to her brain.

"Old man, why is that?"

"I should be rewarded to you!"

"But I didn't do anything, and I still don't understand what you mean!"

The old monk got up, stretched out his hand and stroked it on the jade bed, took out a square box with purple wood inlaid with jade from the bottom of the bed, condensed it and sucked it up, put all the ashes powder into it, covered the box, and placed it in the sword groove of the jade bed.

"You can accompany Lao Wei to practice in the ancient tomb for ten days, prepare some soup, and chat with me. ”

Chu Rong'er didn't squeak, and the old monk added: "Han'er left me, you will accompany me for ten days on her behalf!"

Chu Rong'er looked puzzled and said indignantly: "But I'm not your Han'er, I'm just a little similar!"

The old monk paused for a moment, then approached and said, "Xiao Nizi, if you say it again, I will seal your mouth." ”

Chu Rong'er changed her hand and pinched Chengshuang, and asked suspiciously: "Old man, once you say it, the horse is difficult to chase, ten days will be ten days, I am still afraid that you will not succeed." She straightened her chest slightly and lifted her chin.

"Old man, do the monks also have wives and daughters?"

The old monk sat cross-legged in meditation with his left arm swinging his Buddha's hand.

"Little Nizi, would you like to hear the story?"

"Oh!"

The old monk raised his monk's robe and said lightly: "The old man has no choice but to become a monk. Han'er was suffering from a natural illness back then, and after standing for less than an hour, she would break bones and bleed, and she would be paralyzed on the couch. I have visited countless miracle doctors, and they all say that she is a person with pink bones and crispy bones, and she will not live long, and ordinary herbal plasters cannot alleviate her serious illness at all. Listening to the fortune teller, there are twelve secret scrolls in the Buddhist family, and they may be able to treat the little girl's bones. ”

Chu Rong'er became interested, and interjected: "You have become a monk, why don't you go to the Buddhist Gate of Yuetai Mountain and let those monks treat you?"

"Only those who are related to each other are effective, blood for blood, bone for bone. ”

"And then?"

The old monk stared at Rong'er's eyebrows and said slowly: "I entered the Buddhist gate and secretly learned the forbidden techniques in the scripture pavilion, but I still failed to save Han'er, and I was also expelled as a traitor to the Buddhist gate." ”

Chu Rong'er showed a look of pity and sighed softly.

"The fortune teller deceived you?"

"No, it's just Han'er's destiny!"

Chu Rong'er rolled her eyes and asked again: "The person is already dead, why do you bother to let her lie on the cold bed?"