"Long time no see, old bald donkey. The white-haired old man who was full of alcohol said, and his voice smelled of reunion after a long absence.

The gray-clothed old monk replied hummed, and also came to the edge of the city wall and sat down cross-legged.

"Li Jingxi, Li Jingxi, I said, did your bald donkey's brain get into the water? It is not appropriate to preside over the good Muru Temple, what are you doing in this ghost place in Beiyan?

The gray-clothed old monk named Li Jingxi shook his head helplessly, and replied with a smile: "Amitabha, you are only allowed to live freely and happily, and you are not allowed to live in seclusion as a poor monk?"

The gray-clothed old monk smiled warmly: "Bei Lan is not a ghost place, the poor monk thinks that Bei Lan is better than any place in the world, you see this ten thousand miles of snow seal, how magnificent the thousand zhang majestic peak, try to ask where else in the world can be compared with this, the poor monk is here to be happy, and you don't let the little loose is not to let the head of the hair Xia not do, run to the end of the world, why should the poor monk be the tiresome host?"

The white-haired old man just wanted to refute but showed a bitter smile and asked, "I haven't seen you a few days ago, your old bald donkey's ability to speak and lotus flowers hasn't changed at all, how do you know that I'm here?"

The old monk replied indifferently: "Although the poor monk is old, he has not yet reached the state of confusion, how many drunkards in the world are called Ren Yao?"

Ren Xiaoyao rolled his eyes and teased: "After I received your letter, I hurried to Beiyan, but you didn't care about going out and leaving the apprentices happy, but you saw through which flower girl Hongchen was targeting?"

The gray-clothed old monk clasped his hands together and smiled: "Sins and sins, you are really wronged, and the poor monk is not for you to let it go." ”

"Then you can tell me, why did you leave the disciples alone?" Ren Xiaoyao did not hesitate to question to the end.

The gray-clothed old monk smiled, his eyes suddenly became a line and said: "There are ill-intentioned people who want to take advantage of the darkness of the night to steal the ice soul, that humane is extremely profound, and what is even more strange is that he was found by the poor monk and did not fight, as soon as he pulled out, he ran away wildly, and the poor monk chased after him for several days and nights, but he could not get close to the man in black, and he had no choice but to return when he thought of the lonely apprentices. ”

The gray-clothed old monk's face became deeper and deeper, and he said, "It's probably the news that the poor monk took the ice soul to Beilan has been pierced. ”

"Tianlong Society?" Ren Xiaoyao said boldly.

The old monk shook his head and replied, "I don't know." ”

The white-haired old man's gaze fell on the old monk's Buddha beads, clenched his fists and sighed: "At the beginning, because of it, the righteous path and the Heavenly Dragon Society fought fiercely, and there were countless casualties, and the rivalry between the Zhao Dynasty and Mobei Daliao made the earth miserable. ”

"The power of the Ice Soul is truly shocking, and the poor monk used all his life luck and qi to barely suppress its violent blood. The gray-clothed old monk silently raised his head and looked at the lonely moonlight.

"Old bald donkey, you are called killing 10,000 enemies and losing 8,000 yourself, how much essence and blood have you lost in the past ten years in order to suppress the ice soul, and you have no sense of proportion?" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed a trace of loss and couldn't bear it.

"I don't know, anyway, the poor monks are already half-cut into the earth, it doesn't matter!" The gray-clothed old monk smiled calmly, and his yellow face deepened a little: "Although the poor monk is a mortal body of flesh and blood, he must suppress the bane left by the evil beast even if he is dissipated, as long as there is a day when the poor monk is there, he will never let the ice soul harm the world again, so that it can be regarded as eliminating a bane for the common people, cultivating merits, and going naturally on the day of the blissful life." ””

Ren Xiaoyao wanted to speak and stopped, and the thousands of words in his stomach couldn't spit out a word when he reached his mouth, and finally just shook his head, picked up the wine gourd and poured it again: "It is said that it is a retreat from the rivers and lakes, and it is not a chess piece in the world, how can you talk about leisure?"

A thought flashed through Ren Xiaoyao's mind, and Ren Xiaoyao suddenly remembered the short boy, turned his head and asked, "Bald donkey, the youngest of your three apprentices is 。。。。。 ”

The old monk penetrated Ren Xiaoyao's thoughts at a glance, and swallowed like the sound of water: "Yes, his name is Bai Yun." ”

Ren Xiaoyao nodded expressionlessly, his eyes swept over the boundless snowfield, the purple star in the night sky was particularly shining, and sighed lightly: "I didn't expect it to be really my stupid orphan." ”

After a long time, Ren Xiaoyao turned around and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier after so many years, let me take him back to Bunxia, it's better than following you around, right?"

"The poor monk is just doing what the dead want. The old monk replied.

"What do you mean by this?" Ren Xiaoyao looked puzzled.

"Isn't it clear that you, who are a master? Your apprentice has been talented since he was a child, and he is regarded as a hope by Jixia Mountain, and he can't help himself when he practices martial arts and cultivates the Tao, well, he finally became the first in the world and met his beloved, but he unfortunately became a victim of the two realms of good and evil and the emperor's family, and he didn't want his child to embark on this involuntary road like him. "The old monk is as calm as water, like an old well.

"In that battle, he was pierced by ten thousand swords, even if it was the Da Luo Immortal, he couldn't save him, and the woman who was in love with him also drew her sword and committed suicide with him, their last wish was to let the poor monk take care of Bai Yun for ten years, and then let Bai Yun return to the bun after the age of martial arts cultivation. The old monk said with a dull gaze

"Now that ten years have passed, Bai Yun can return to his hair, but you must not tell Bai Yun the truth no matter what, otherwise he will have to bear the grievances of the previous generation and live a comfortable life. The old monk's face was a little inexplicable.

Fine snow fell in the night sky, and Ren Xiaoyao was silent, looking at the boundless snowfield with great concentration.

Suddenly, the red sandalwood beads in the hands of the old monk trembled violently, and there was a burst of flickering purple light, and the gray-clothed old monk jumped to the top of the city tower with a bang, and looked at the northwest direction.

The white-haired old man also followed the old monk's gaze to the northwest, covered his head and turned to say, "Old bald donkey, what's the matter?"

The old monk said in a solemn tone: "The man in black is back again. ”

Before the words fell, the gray-clothed old monk suddenly swept out on his toes.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned, and followed the gray-clothed old monk to the northwest, and the figures of the two of them were speeding like the wind in mid-air, as if they didn't care about the snow.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the harsh cold wind is whistling, the short boy is awakened by the sound of the wind, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, the two companions next to him are still asleep, the old temple is already some years, in this Xiao Xiao wind is even more crumbling, the temple door is squeaky by the wind, Bai Yun has the courage to want to fasten the temple door.

At this moment, the temple door broke open in half with a bang, and a man in black wearing a cold black iron mask stood in front of the door.

The man in black slowly approached the young man with cold eyes, but the young man inexplicably did not have a trace of fear, but there was a hatred of unknown origin in his heart.

The young man clenched his hands into fists, staring at the man in black who had a deep hatred and blood hatred in front of him, knowing that this was hitting a stone with an egg, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

The man in black suddenly sneered with resentful eyes, and his laughter was eerie and strange.

A thunderclap swept through the snowy night, and the man in black grabbed the young man's neck, and lifted him up easily with a slight hand.

The bloodshot in the young man's eyes skyrocketed, he didn't struggle but just stared at the man in black, the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger, as strong and hot as magma bursting.

"Hahaha, it's still so similar. The man in black who was dressed in a dark vulture laughed wildly.

Suddenly, the black-clothed people froze, and they felt a powerful qi machine pervasive and approaching.

The man in black realized it but it was too late, a stream of fireflies hit the back of his hand, only to feel that it was as hot as fire, and he involuntarily let go of the short boy.

The man in black didn't dare to slack off, Xiao Ran spread out his sleeves and was like a bow, like a black eagle spreading its wings and sweeping back, and at the same time, the man in black sprinkled a poisonous powder towards the three teenagers.

Under the cover of night, a tail of golden light streamed fireflies.

Whew!

The figure of the man in black shook left and right, dodging the golden light that fell into the temple like a meteor shower, but before the man in black had the slightest space to think, a huge palm of Buddha's light and rui qi stretched into the temple, suddenly tied up the man in black like a rope of immortals, and suddenly dragged him out of the temple and threw him into the air.

The golden light giant palm then vanished.

The man in black was taken aback, and saw a living Buddha with golden light suspended above his head, and at that moment the carp turned over and jumped into the air with both feet, stepping on the clouds and soaring into the sky.

The living Buddha's body was full of golden light, and it was difficult to see his expression clearly, only to see that his hands quickly made a seal and pinched out two fingers, and a golden palm as big as a hill came out of nowhere.

The next moment, the gray-clothed old monk's hand pressed down violently.

Mountains suddenly fill the rivers and seas!

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the snowflakes with goose feathers actually rose backwards into the sky, and the golden palms like hills rolled down like thunder.

The old monk in gray is extremely subtle, where can the man in black react.

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and the man in black was pressed to the ground by a giant palm, and the flat courtyard in front of the temple was suddenly blasted out of a big pit.

Ren Xiaoyao happened to arrive and saw this scene, and was amazed in his heart, admiring the gray-clothed bald donkey, and secretly recited: "In just ten years, this bald donkey has broken through to the upper realm of Tiangang, if it weren't for the desire of the ice soul and the sword heart, I am afraid that he would have become a Buddha long ago... Alas"

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were gloomy.

The dust and snow are scattered, but there is no one in the pit, and it is impossible for Rao to kill people without leaving a trace, where did the man in black go?

The old monk's white eyebrows gathered, and he snorted coldly and looked to the east.

Ren Xiaoyao took a sip of wine and hung the wine gourd back on his waist, and said lightly: "Old bald donkey, let me stretch my muscles and bones."

After determining the direction of the black-clothed man's escape again, Ren Xiaoyao watched his breath for a moment, and after determining the direction of the black-clothed man's escape again, his body was sharply unsheathed, and he hurriedly chased the wind to the east.

In the old temple, the young man's face was red and squatting on the ground, panting like a cow, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

The gray-clothed old monk hurriedly stretched out his fingers and clicked twice on the acupuncture points on the young man's chest, and the young man's breathing was immediately much smoother.

The old monk squatted down, stretched out his gray sleeves to wipe the sweat beads from the young man's forehead, and asked kindly, "Baiyun, is it okay?"

The young man took a deep breath to calm down, shook his head and said, "Master, the apprentice is fine. ”

The old monk half-squinted and nodded with a smile, but there was a trace of trance flashing in his eyes, this fate of the apprentice died of both parents when he was a child, and then followed the old monk to go to the north to endure all the hardships, in fact, the old monk knew very well in his heart, this apprentice and his father, is a rare practice of martial arts embryo in a hundred years, just because of his father, the old monk did not teach him to practice martial arts, which more or less made the old monk in the gray robe who had no mantle deeply regret and regret.

Suddenly, an evil purple light pierced the sky.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth slowly oozed blood.

The young man's eyes were full of disbelief and emptiness, and the situation in front of him made him faint like a lightning strike.

A jet-black knife plunged deep into the old monk's back.

Outside the temple, the black-clothed man wearing a dark iron mask sneered wildly.

"Li Jingxi, you are really an old horse. The man in black said grimly.

"Amitabha, what a move. Li Jingxi said in a deep voice: "I don't know what grievances the poor monk has with Your Excellency, let Your Excellency be so ruthless." ”

The man in black snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to slowly take off the mask, and said in a outrageously cold tone, "You don't know me anymore?"