CHAPTER XXIII

There was a pavilion around the smell of smoke, and when everyone approached the pavilion, they saw an old monk standing under the pavilion, rubbing his prayer beads in his hand and muttering to himself.

"Master, where is there a place to rest?" Fan Shijin walked to his side and asked softly.

But the master in front of him didn't look back, still with his back to a few people. Liu Cong and the others couldn't figure out what the old monk meant, and a group of people wanted to go in front of the monk to have a look. It's okay not to look at this, but when I see that this monk is actually a white bone, his face is full of insects crawling with skulls. Liu Cong and Bai Xiyue covered their mouths in fright, for fear of waking up the monk...

Just now when everyone came to the pavilion, they clearly heard the monks chanting the scriptures, and when they got closer, they saw that there were only dry bones left!

"This monk has a dervishes in his hand, and there seems to be a letter in the dervishes!" Bai Xiyue hurriedly beckoned everyone to come and see.

"Ten miles of spring breeze and five miles of bridges, to the mountains and still feel the road is rugged, the flowers and plants are Xiao Xiao bamboo, and a few firewood doors are closed. The bear's messenger read the letter in his hand.

"Good verse, can you write anything else?" asked the Fan envoy.

"This says... The poor monk has been waiting here for a long time... There are many troubles in the world, and it is better to escape into the empty door here, become a Buddha on the spot and escape from all the chaos in the world..."Xiong Jingyi shed tears after reciting it, and he didn't know why he was like this, but he felt very sad inexplicably.

"Brother Xiong...?" Liu Cong also didn't understand why Xiong Jingchong was so sad and sad.

"I don't know who this monk is waiting for, but it's really a dead sea, alas!" said Fan Envoy with a shake of his head.

"I feel that something is wrong with this place, we might as well go back!" Bai Xiyue looked around and found that the fog was thicker than before.

"Dust Door..."Wen Renxing was still looking for the answer in his mind.

"Let's go forward! Let's see if we can climb over this hill, and if we go back, we may encounter that gang of thieves!" Fan Shijin proposed.

Liu Cong put the letter back into the monk's dervish completely, and several people left without looking back, and just a few steps away, there was a burst of laughter behind him, the laughter came from near and far, and the pavilion collapsed with a bang after laughing.

"Wow! It's good that I waited to go quickly, otherwise if this pavilion falls, won't I be buried here?"

The mountain road in front of them gradually became clearer, and two stone lamps appeared beside the road, and before everyone could reach it, the lights came on, and when the lights came on, everyone knew that it was getting late. A man appeared in front of the road, carrying a lantern, and from a distance he saw a dreamlike woman wrapped in a thin white veil, stepping on the steps in front of everyone, her face was as white as frost, her eyebrows and eyes were slender, her lips and jade teeth, and her arms were slender. The woman didn't seem to be coming over, but rather floating.

"This is the dust door, if you enter this door, there is no return, if you do not enter, please return. The woman with the lantern said.

"You are a dust door, it's like a ghost door!" Bai Xiyue teased.

The woman carrying the lantern let out a silver bell-like laugh, laughing and holding out a hand to cover her face.

"This woman, dare to ask where is the way out?" Fan Shijin stepped forward and asked.

"There's no way out here... There is no way out here... Here...", the woman with the lantern kept repeating the phrase.

Then Fan Shijin seemed to lose his mind and walked towards the mountain road. Seeing this, Liu Cong and the others beside him hurriedly stepped forward to grab Fan Shijin, no matter how several people pulled, Fan Shijin still kept moving forward.

"What's going on?" asked the bear, sneering.

"This is that woman's divine sense! Everyone, be careful!" Wen Renxing immediately drew his sword and said.

"Why did the young man draw his sword to the little woman... Why did the young man draw his sword against the little woman... Young man...", the woman with the lantern kept repeating this sentence.

"Xing'er, save your father!"

"Father, father, ahh

Wen Renxing's eyes were empty, and he raised his sword and slashed towards the air.

"Brother Cong, how is this good? Brother Wenren is also crazy!" Bai Xiyue turned his head and asked Liu Cong.

"This woman can use demon magic, you and I must not fall into her way!" Liu Cong said as he drew his sword.

Saying that it was too late, Liu flung it over from a red sword light, and the woman jumped and landed on a stone lamp.

"The young man's sword is so fast... Young man..."The woman holding the lantern stood on the lantern and began to chant words again.

Before the woman finished reading, a red light flashed, sword light and sword shadow, one hand knife and the other hand sword slashed over, I don't know when Liu Cong had flashed behind the woman, the stone lamp under the woman and the woman appeared two knife marks, the stone lamp was so straight and divided into two, and the woman turned into a wisp of white yarn and floated to another stone lamp.

"You're not the one you just had, who are you?" asked the woman with the lantern.

"The fledgling opponent is given to you, you don't want to! I want to put him to sleep, that's not a replacement to fight!" Liu Cong raised his eyes and looked at the woman.

"Brother Cong is so powerful!" Bai Xiyue said on the side.

The woman holding the lantern shook the lantern, the lantern swayed, and after a flicker, Liu Cong put down the blade and knelt on the ground, and lowered his head, but not long after, Liu Cong picked up the sword on the ground and shot a red light, the red light was like a splash of light, the stone lamp was directly swept away, the woman also covered her face, and the hand covering her face was still dripping with blood, at this time the woman's face was no longer so relaxed, and she frowned and looked at Liu Cong in front of her and said, "What the hell are you...?"

Liu Congke didn't give a chance, threw a knife, and then a black shadow appeared to hold the knife, and the two of them were like meteors in the sky, and the red light flashed.

"Ahh

"The old lady is not as grinding and chirping as a cadre, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?" Liu Cong said this to himself, as if he was talking to the air.

"Hahaha... We're both revisiting. The shadow said, holding the knife.

"Who are you!?Brother Cong?" Bai Xiyue was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"We're his sword spirits, oh no! it's [sword spirits] hahaha!" the general still had the familiar dry smile.

"Hmm... Hmm, revisiting the old place?" Wen Renxing was relieved from the environment.

"Hmm... Where is this?" Fan Shijin also asked as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Don't you all know about the dust shelter?" asked Liu Cong in a woman's tone.

"I just remembered that I had heard the Sword Sect Master say... I've heard of it..."Wen Renxing pressed his temple.

"This dust shelter door is the place where the divine consciousness is discovered! It is also the place where there are the most rare treasures in the world, the ancestor of the dust shelter door is the head of the martial arts alliance, and after the chaos in the world, it swept the rare treasures to this dust shelter door, but the dust shelter door was not established by him, but he discovered it, and this door was there before..."

"Brother Cong, you appeared in a really timely manner, and as soon as you talked about the key place, you came out. Bai Xiyue just listened to it, but there was no follow-up, and he was really slightly disappointed.

"Brother Cong?" Wen Renxing stepped forward and helped Liu Cong up.

"Brother Wenren... I just saw you and Brother Fan fall down, and I will fall down after a while..."Liu Cong said with his eyes half-closed and half-open.

When Wen Renxing went over to support Liu Cong, he held the pulse of Liu Cong's wrist with his hand, and he was startled when he didn't hold it, and then said to Liu Cong: "Brother Cong, why are your meridians so active?

Bai Xiyue heard that Liu Cong's skills had improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days, and he also stepped forward and said, "Brother Wenren, look at me!

Wen Renxing grasped Bai Xiyue's pulse, took a look and said, "Brother Bai, your progress is not obvious. This is increasing day by day, could it be that when your sword spirit uses your body, the muscle memory of your body has memorized the upper limit of the sword spirit! And now you only need to have a certain amount of skill and experience to be quite powerful!"

Bai Xiyue listened dejectedly, envying Liu Cong for having such a sword spirit, but he didn't see any growth.

Liu Cong raised his eyes and smiled: "Brother Wenren, don't make fun of me, how can I have such a realm." ”

"It's true, Brother Cong, Brother Liu Wukai should be secretly training you, in a place you can't notice!" Wen Renxing was very surprised by the speed of progress.

"My dad didn't teach me anything other than how to make iron and let me run errands. Liu Cong got up and patted his clothes.

"No, then how did your father teach you to strike iron? Wen Renxing still thinks there is a mystery.

Liu Cong got up and picked up the long sword, and made several ways of striking iron that Liu Wukai often taught.

"Swordsmanship Ninety-Nine Style !!," Wen Renxing and Bai Xiyue said in unison.

"What nine what tricks?!" Liu Cong was like a monk in Zhanger, puzzled.

"This is just like if people want to learn to run, they have to learn to walk first, and you are the most basic and most important key to practice in the world's swordsmanship! Do you understand? Brother Cong! You are not without a foundation at all, you are practicing swords day and night, but we are holding a sword, and you are using a hammer!" Bai Xiyue stepped forward and put his hands on Liu Cong's shoulders, and kept shaking Liu Cong as he spoke.

"It's no wonder that my brother has made rapid progress along the way, and he has applied familiar things to practice. Wen Renxing finally came to a conclusion.

"I originally thought that my younger brother had no foundation! This time my introductory skills are set under me, I never thought that my younger brother would be a sword boy who has been practicing for many years!"

"What is the sword boy, you two are all confused by your words and my words. Liu Cong's whole face was now full of question marks.

"The sword boy is like the eldest brother Wenren who has been learning swords since he was a child, and he has already entered the realm of entering the house, and then he is perfected to the peak of the realm, and then he is comprehending the divine sense! No wonder the Great Palm Sect fell in love with you at a glance, it turned out that the old man had already seen through everything. Bai Xiyue talked endlessly, recalling the picture of his laziness in practicing swords as a child.

"I don't want to interrupt your small talk... Look at what's up ahead..."Fan Envoy's voice trembled, and his fingers trembled as he pointed ahead.