The person in front of him gave Yin Zhentong too many surprises.

No!

It should be surprise, fright, and panic.

He actually practiced Tai Chi!

Isn't the change in the body just now a manifestation of quenching?

Yin Jitong had too many words to say to the prince, and after thinking about it, he still picked the main one and said it: "Hey, you really cracked the seal that our family laid on the jade slip!"

"Seal?"

Still have a stamp?

Wang Zimo scratched his curly hair in embarrassment, removed a few in annoyance, looked at it, compared, and wanted to cry without tears. "What's so strange, such a small word, but fortunately I have a good look!"

"You ......"

Yin Zhentong's small mouth opened, and he pointed at the prince and silently said to you for a long time before he took a long breath, covered his chest and said in disbelief: "You actually saw it directly with your eyes! Oh my God! Without the assistance of the Yin family's unique eye-opening method, the naked eye cannot see the words clearly, and once the exercise is activated, it will definitely touch the prohibition on the jade slip, causing the jade slip to self-destruct." You, you, what a different freak!"

The Yin family's eye-opening method is like the key to the jade slip.

In the midst of the controversy of hundreds of schools, there are countless ways to cultivate double eyes. In order to protect the secret inheritance of the family, the eye-opening method will be listed as a first-class secret technique, and a complete set of formations will be specially designed for the eye-opening method to protect the jade slips that record the family's secret techniques.

Convinced, completely convinced!

"Yes, no wonder I always feel that something is wrong!" the prince furrowed his brows.

When I started to look at it, I felt that something was wrong, the jade slip almost included the core of the Yin family, if it fell into the hands of outsiders, wouldn't everything be leaked?

It turned out to be here.

After the Great Yan Sutra was quenched, his eyes were so good that he could see the handwriting on it clearly without exercises. The prince felt thrilled when he thought about it, and he had to know that this was something they could only have after they practiced Tai Chi.

"Why doesn't your family's exercises have the recipe before the conformity?" Wang Zimo was very strange, he wanted to try if he could use the Yin family's exercises to open the spirit, but he couldn't find it after looking for a long time.

"This ......"

Yin Zhentong pouted and hesitated a little, but after thinking about it, he said: "The various recipes of the Yin family before the Holy Combination were passed down by word of mouth, and there was no specific written record, if you wanted, I told you." ”

"That's it!"

Wang Zimo is not illiterate, and word of mouth is more secret than recorded on the jade tablet, "No need, I'm just curious." ”

"Uh-huh!"

The two of them were chatting energetically, when suddenly a dull coughing sound came from behind them. The prince was so frightened that he almost rolled off the stone bed.

"What people, come out!"

The Statue Mountain is located in the north of Sanhezhuang.

Last night, Yin Jitong took Wang Zimo to hide in the stone cave, and the monks who chased out of Sanhezhuang immediately sealed the entrance to the cave.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke, which only showed that he was in the cave from beginning to end, and that he could hear their conversation clearly.

The prince stared at the darkness behind the stone bed.

It was full of unknowns, and even when the prince listened silently, he felt that there were gods and demons roaring inside, and the chariot roaring.

Isn't it......

Didn't you rush out of it with an ancient warrior?

"Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for two years and I can't even hear Daoye's voice?"

Mingbao was very unhappy.

He didn't want to interrupt the two young men, but he always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him behind him in the dark, and he was very uncomfortable.

Seeing Wang Zimo's nervous and embarrassed appearance, Yin Zhentong held his stomach and "giggled": "He said that he had already agreed with you, I thought you knew it!"

"Bullnose old way?"

The prince's silent heart finally found a safe haven.

Thinking of the thrilling days ago, he almost died in the mass grave, the smile on Wang Zimo's emaciated face gradually retracted, and he mocked coldly: "I thought you were sucked dry in Yangchi, and you were about to pack your bags and go to Baiyun Temple to set up a mourning hall for you to mourn!"

"Phew, Phew, crow's mouth, stool legs!"

Mingbao squeezed onto the stone bed and looked back with palpitations, "Poor Dao used tortoise shells to personally divinate for you in Baiyun Temple two years ago, and he got the thunder and fire hexagram. It stands to reason that this hexagram would not occur at your age. It's strange that five years ago today, when you were young, the poor Dao divined the hexagram for you at the White Horse Pavilion temple fair. ”

"That's a hexagram!"

Mingbao shrunk his neck and suddenly closed his mouth, blinked and glanced left and right, and quickly changed the topic: "This thunder fire hexagram is a sign of good luck, indicating that life is about to reach its peak, you have reached the peak of life at a young age, and you will not often go downhill in the future?"

"Hey, stinky Taoist, what kind of logic are you?" Yin Qitong pursed his lips, and stomped his little feet dissatisfiedly for the prince, "You often go downhill!"

What kind of virtue Mingbao has, the prince is silent, and he will get used to it after a long time.

"Gong Ju, what about them?"

Why is Mingbao the only one who comes back alone?

"You still have the face to ask!" Ming Bao blew his beard and glared, suddenly pulled the wound on his shoulder, and quickly hissed his lips, exaggeratingly. "They're busy wiping your ass in Baiyun Temple! Let me ask you, what's going on with the Xuanyang Sword?"

Hearing about the Xuanyang Sword, Wang Zimo suddenly chuckled in his heart.

He didn't escape from the battle, but the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion forced him to hide everywhere. If it weren't for Wang Zimo burning Yan Yefeng to ashes on the decision-making platform, those White Horse Pavilion disciples would definitely have no scruples and stalk them!

After talking about the whole story, Mingbao was silent for a long time with a gloomy face.

"Then the big demon came out?" Wang Zimo cautiously probed.

"Big ...... Great demon?" Yin Zhentong was very curious, "What is recorded in the ancient books is true?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Mingbao glared at Wang Zimo, smiled apologetically at Yin Zhentong, and then lowered his face and said, "I checked all the way here from Yangchi and found that Yangchi Jingran was related to the mass grave in Sanhezhuang. When I returned to Baiyun Temple, I found that you were gone, no, I just came from Baiyun Temple, and I saw your little lady making waves, fortunately, Dao Ye and I are both wise and brave, let the daughter of the Yin family bring you here first!"

The prince was stunned when he heard this.

Youyou turned her head to look at Yin Zhentong, and suddenly felt that they knew everything. Only he was kept in the dark and beaten hard by an invisible mallet.

Tigers and leopards are unbearable to ride, and people's hearts are separated from their stomachs!

And sure enough, it was!

At Sanhezhuang, he was desperate for everyone. At that time, I wished that Dai Xiaomo could rush over from the mass grave, strangle everything, and take him out of this hypocritical place.

But Dai Xiaomo didn't appear, and when Wang Zimo was most disappointed, it was Yin Zhentong who stood up.

"Humph!"

"That's how it is!" the prince shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Although Dai Xiaomo didn't know if it was a human or a demon, she saved his life and worshipped him and became married, how could she ignore it at a critical moment?

It was Mingbao who did everything possible to obstruct Dai Xiaomo.

There are too many changes and too many killings, and Wang Zimo's inner world is gradually distorted, showing an unreasonable logic. He actually forgot that he was tormented by nightmares every night before he went to Baiyun Temple, and he forgot who dragged him out of the mass grave at a critical time.

"It's all designed!"

Wang Zimo's eyes were half-squinted, and most of his dark pupils were obscured by his eyelids. This look was terrifying, and when it fell in Yin Zhentong's eyes, his heart suddenly chuckled, his whole body flickered cold and hot, and his beard was replaced by cold blood.

"It's not like that!"

Yin Zhentong sensed Wang Zimo's estrangement, and hurriedly explained: "I don't know him at all, my father asked me to bring you here!"

"It's useless to talk too much, so you can do it yourself!"

At this time, Wang Zimo felt that there was no need to stay.

Regardless of whether what Mingbao said was true or not, Dai Xiaomo had come to save him many times. Just this kindness, let alone getting married, is even his life.

However, at this time, there are more important things to do in Wang Zimo's heart.

That is, to find his own brother, perhaps......

"Wang Zimo, where are you going?"

Yin Zhentong's delicate and white melon seed face was instantly covered with tears, these tears were clear, hot, and urgent, her voice trembled, and she turned around in disbelief, unable to understand what she had done wrong, so that Wang Zimo was so resolute.

"Wang Zimo, do you know how to escape? Two years ago, you left without saying a word, and now you have to do the same?"

Beauty tears and obsessive hatred!

"Don't you want to hear what the White Horse Pavilion has to say?"

Mingbao didn't stop him, his tone was calm, and he said quietly: "Although I didn't go back to Baiyun Temple with Gonghu and them, I heard about the things in the temple. That Zhu Qingyun was wandering around with his fox friends and dogs, and suddenly noticed that there was something unusual in Baiyun Temple, and found that you were actually going to pull out the Xuanyang Sword......

Mingbao spoke very calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

The prince froze in place in a daze. He had thought that Zhu Qingyun would definitely frame himself after he went back, but he didn't expect this scourge to be so insidious!

"No wonder, no wonder the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion are chasing everywhere, it turns out that this is the case!"

The prince raised his head and closed his eyes, the last trace of disillusionment in his heart was shattered, and went back to the Chunyuan theory......

Scold!

Joke!

The sour nose turned into tears, and in the blink of an eye, it weathered in the wet air.

It doesn't matter!

Why bother in the opinion of surprise people!

Let him go!

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and I have more important things to do.

"Zimo, where are you going?"

Yin Zhentong became more and more worried, and wanted to catch up but was pulled by Mingbao's arm. The hands were like pliers, firmly clasped around her wrists, and no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.

"You let go of me, I don't know you!

The voices of the two became farther and farther away, and when Wang Zimo couldn't hear it at all, Mingbao suddenly raised his head, stared at Yin Zhentong and said, "But I know your father, I told him to let you come here!"