Xuanzi recognized this voice, the big bald head in front of Yingyan Tower, and couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart, he didn't expect that he was actually a person from the Blood Knife Gate, and he came so quickly......

Xuanzi suddenly slowed down, he remembered that Master had said that for cultivators, cultivators above the immeasurable level could sense whether there were cultivators' vitality fluctuations nearby. Because there are all things between heaven and earth, and all things have breathing, urging the vitality to breathe with each other, borrowing the helper, changing the law of movement and static, just like the wind on a calm lake, the waves will always be seen from a long distance.

"Xuanzi, what's wrong?" asked Shengzi.

Xuanzi whispered: "You can't work hard, the urging vitality will be followed by the other party's induction." ”

"Ahh

......

The sound disappeared into the quiet night, only the footsteps of the two men made a sound, and they walked forward a little further, and suddenly countless torches were somehow lit up all around, illuminating the night as bright as day, and enclosing the two of them in the middle. The strong light stimulates the eyes that have been walking in the dark, making it difficult to open them.

When Xuanzi could see clearly, in front of the people around him, who else would a shiny bald head, wearing a blue coat, not Xuanye in front of Yingyan Tower?

"Little bald donkey, do you want to run away after beating my Blood Knife Sect?" Xuan Ye said.

"Big bald head, unreasonable, they bullied me first!" Xiao Xuanzi explained angrily.

"Oh, my name is Xuanye, they all call me crazy, dare to call me a big bald head? It's kind of funny! Bullying you and being seriously injured by you? What kind of bullying is this?" Xuanye said and flicked his white cuffs, turned his head and glared viciously at the three red-clothed messengers who were still injured beside him. The wounded trio bowed their heads timidly.

"What do you want?" asked Genko.

"Haha, I don't want to do anything? I want to beat you up!"

said that Xuanye was about to make a move, but was reprimanded by Shengzi's words.

"Bullying the small with the big, reversing black and white, there are many people, and even children and beggars are not spared, what kind of person is a martial arts practitioner?

Xuan Ye was stunned, the dirty beggar in front of him,

There was no anger when he spoke, and there was a kind of calm in his eyes, this calm was very similar to the person he was afraid of?

But since it's alike, let's die, Genno said, "Better than me, then I'll correct my words, and I'll kill you!"

When it comes to doing it, Genno's heart has never made sense, he always only believes in fists to speak. It seemed that the target of the attack was Xuanzi, but unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, his bald head gradually enlarged in Shengzi's eyes, getting bigger and bigger, just like a giant pebble flying over. There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it. With a "boom", Shengzi flew out directly, landed in the dry grass, splashed some unmelted white snow, and rolled several times in a row before it stopped.

Xuanzi's speed is still too slow, he can't be rescued at all, he knows that he is not Xuanye's opponent, but at least he can go on a few rounds, how do you know that this Xuanye is too cunning, he actually abandoned him and chose Shengzi, strong strength with insidious heart, Shengzi is already conceivable.

"You!"

Xuanye knocked away the powerless Shengzi with one move, but he didn't continue to attack, but stopped, looked at Xuanzi up close and asked, "I'm not interested in you attacking the messenger of the Blood Knife Gate, but I have a strong interest in you." ”

"At such a young age, how did you get into the realm of knowing your fate? ”

Genno changed his frantic demeanor, and his tone suddenly became gentle. Although he was proud, he knew that he was not as proud as this little monk, and when he learned that his messenger was injured by a little monk, he thought that if he could find out something in this little monk, maybe he would benefit a lot from it?

Xiao Xuanzi's immature little face had a look of disdain, and he said angrily: "You scumbag, you hurt my friend." ”

"Then he's your fate. Saying that, Genye's face became hideous, and destroying what he couldn't get had always been his creed.

I saw that the palm of his raised right hand was downward, it seemed to be slow but fast, it seemed to be light but heavy, and the palm carried the wind, like a howling wind, only to see the flames moving, the clothes were fluttering, and the body of Xiao Xuanzi flew in the direction of Shengzi, and the simple bag on his body was also shaken and scattered.

This is not a level battle at all, Xiao Xuanzi has not even been able to use the common "Xuanyuan Protective Body" in the cultivation world, and it is already over.

Genye walked towards Xiao Xuanzi step by step, and every time he took a step, death was like the bell of the White Horse Temple, and like a faint heartbeat, dull and distant......

Shengzi had already fainted, and Xiao Xuanzi was dying with his eyes open, he remembered the master, the Qingliangtai, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Scriptures, don't mountains, beggars, friends. He muttered faintly, his eyes looking at the stars in the night sky, and a trace of clear spring flowing through his heart.

Suddenly, the stars in the sky disappeared, and at night in the mountains and forests illuminated by countless torches, a few big characters of the "Fa Zi Sutra" came into view.

"Are you the little monk of the White Horse Temple? What a holy relic is this "Dharma Character Sutra", how can it be in your hands?" asked Xuanye as he pinched the scripture, hiding the ecstasy in his heart under the ugly skin.

Xuanzi didn't answer, and the master warned that this scripture could only be taken to other mountains, and could not fall into the hands of wicked people, otherwise the Tang Empire and even the whole world would become bloody.

"Don't say it, it doesn't matter, it's good in my hands, since the "Fazi Sutra" has reappeared, presumably the other parts should also come out, right? I read that you are a little monk of the White Horse Temple, I won't kill you, you can ask for more blessings in the deep mountains and forests!"

Xuanye hid the scriptures in front of his chest, turned around and said loudly: "God help me, hahaha...... Let's all die!"

The men holding the torches were shocked one by one, and they suddenly felt bad, but the scene that happened in front of them made them forget that this was a sign of death?

They saw Genye's crossed hands, and when the palms were down, the sand and gravel on the ground rolled, and the dead branches of the grass and trees flew wildly, floating in the air with white snow, and then intertwined, accumulating more and more, like a black whirlpool.

The next moment, the whirlpool suddenly exploded, turning into clouds of black smoke and dispersing in all directions, only to hear the screams resounding throughout the mountain forest......

Xuan Ye looked at his masterpiece, the corners of his mouth showed a sly smile, he glanced at the little monk lying in a pool of blood, and left with his sleeves fluttering.

I don't know how long it took, the mountains and forests finally quieted down, and Shengzi, who woke up first, looked at this terrible tragic situation, the pungent smell of blood made people vomit for a while, and the difficult breathing pulled the sharp pain in the chest.

"Xuanzi, Xuanzi ......"

Faint shouts, no one answered, the ragged clothes and limbs that were blown up everywhere were scattered around him, picking them apart, rummaging hard, and finally a few meters away from him, Muzi saw the weak body of Xiao Xuanzi.

"Xuanzi, wake up, wake up! You can't die, you said that you want to protect me and accompany me to other mountains, Xuanzi ......"

He used the last bit of strength to shake desperately, but Xiao Xuanzi was still motionless.

Shout again, still.

Shake again, still.

Shengzi's body was already seriously injured, and the last trace of strength was directly emptied, his eyes were black, and he fainted again......

......

......

The night is getting darker, and it should be dawn.

The mountain wind is still there, and the snow is still there.

The people who were hurrying at night were still in a hurry, as if they were going to finish the road of the vast mountains and forests quickly.

"Fifth brother, take a break, it's all been a night's journey. A woman said.

"Shirts, after passing the forest in front, we can go to the official road, let's find a hotel to rest, shall we?"

"Well, that's what I heard!" the woman said, catching up with the man in front of her and continuing on her way.

The voice was nothing wrong with the ink shadow and the shirt.

The further they went, the more they entered the forest, a faint firelight could be seen floating not far away, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Little Fifth Brother, there has just been a fierce battle here. "The realm of Yan shirts has passed the fate, and the sight of the city has long been the same as day.

"It's not a fight, it's a massacre, the ground is a mess, but there is not the slightest trace of a fight, it's not that the snow is soaking the weeds. I'm afraid it's already a sea of fire. Ink Shadow said. By the light of the fire on the ground, he could see it clearly. Although he can't be like his junior sister, he has practiced martial arts in other mountains for many years and has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, which is already different from ordinary people.

"Let's see if there is a living mouth, be careful, junior sister!" Mo Ying commanded.

As the words fell, a violent cough came, and the frightened shirt instinctively ducked towards the ink shadow.

"Hmm, why is it a child's voice?" Mo Ying said, looking at his shirt again, and thought to himself: "A woman is a woman, no matter how high her skills are, her first reaction is weak, but some people are not good at showing it."

Nodding, the two of them looked for the cough.

I saw a little monk lying on the ground, blood from the corners of his mouth, and his chest fell together, looking very painful.

Mo Ying helped him up, probed his nose, faintly, took his pulse, faintly. So he hurriedly took out a small emerald green bottle from his body, poured out a pill, and was about to stuff it into Xiao Xuanzi's mouth.

Yan Yiyi looked like and said: "Fifth brother, this is the life-sustaining pill specially prepared for you by the senior brother, just two, you ......"

Mo Ying didn't answer, and fed the Life-Continuation Pill into Xuanzi's mouth before saying, "It's important to save people, he's still a child, junior sister, you can help him input some true qi, so that the medicinal properties can play a role faster." ”

Yan put down the sword, sat right behind Xuanzi, crossed his left and right hands in the air and danced, only to see pieces of peach blossoms flying in the jade hand, like flying colorful butterflies, and then sent his palms to Xuanzi's back, and saw the peach petals drilled into Xuanzi's body one by one.

Mo Ying looked at the "dead wood rejuvenation" in her junior sister's hand to make it so subtle and yearning, but it was a pity that she couldn't pass through the snow mountains and the sea, and she could barely be regarded as a martial arts practitioner, and she was still too far from cultivating.

Master once said: The so-called shallow is the outside, and the practice is to strengthen the body, which is called martial arts. The middle is the inside, the habit is to hide the qi, the inside and the outside, and the qi is used to hurt the body and hurt the enemy, which is called internal strength. The higher one is the pass, the outside is cultivated, the heaven and the earth are unobstructed, and the vitality is uninterrupted, and it is turned into one's own use, the heart is moved and the thoughts are followed, and everything is omnipotent, and the more strange it is, the more it is said to practice.

As soon as the shirt withdrew his hand, Mo Ying saw that Xuanzi suddenly opened his eyes, and layers of white mist appeared around his body, which never dispersed, wrapping around his body thicker and thicker, and finally wrapping his entire body in it.

Yan Yiyi glanced at the ink shadow, the ink shadow nodded, and the two of them were silent, they both knew that this was a prelude to a cultivator's broken mirror. The master often said that each practitioner breaks the mirror in a different way, either death, crying, laughing, fog, snow, or frost......

The two of them could only stay quietly beside them, looking at the little monk's body wrapped in white mist, and secretly exclaimed in their hearts that such a small child could have such a high cultivation realm.

After a long time, the white mist on Xiao Xuanzi's body quickly froze, exploded in an instant, and then shattered piece by piece and fell around his body.

He got up and hurriedly saluted: "Thank you brother and sister for protecting me and breaking the mirror, thank you brother for helping me immeasurably, I felt that there was a clear spring flowing all over my body, but I couldn't circulate it, if it wasn't for my brother's pill, I'm afraid it would be ......."

Mo Ying hurriedly said: "It's not in the way, but why is the little brother alone in this mountain, and it seems that he was seriously injured first?"

Xuanzi didn't answer, and said anxiously: "My friend, look for my friend first......"