"Bang-"

When the gunshot rang out, in the chaotic thoughts of the dream, the classic lines in the Journey to the West flew out, the lines he and she often recited:

"There was once a sincere love in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this.

If God could give me a chance to do it all over again, I would say three words to that girl: I love you.

If I had to put a deadline on this love, I would like it to be......

10,000 years. ”

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When God really gave You Meng a chance to do it again, he was a little confused, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a dilapidated ancient temple, the sky was overcast, dark clouds were shrouded, the rain was pouring down, and the raindrops were the size of beans on his body, but he didn't feel cold.

He reached out to catch the rain, and the rain passed through the palm of his hand and fell straight to the ground, and his bewildered face was even more confused, and for a moment, he couldn't understand what was going on.

"Click-"

There was a rush of horses' hooves, and You Meng turned his head to look, only to see two horses galloping towards a carriage, the hunchbacked old man sitting in front of the carriage kept whipping the horse's back, the rain was majestic, his gray clothes and white hair were completely soaked, and a pair of small eyes tried to open wide, scanning the blurred road, and the blurred scenery on both sides of the road.

"Click—"

A thunder resounded through the sky, booming and rumbling, accompanied by lightning dancing down like a snake, hitting a tall ancient locust tree in the ruined ancient temple, the white light was dazzling, shining out of the wooden plaque hanging obliquely at the gate, the three words "Guyue Temple" were written on it, and the handwriting was scarlet, as if it had been stained by blood.

You Meng shuddered, from the soul, it was a deep fear of thunder and lightning.

"Phew—"

With a soft cry, the hunchbacked old man stopped his horse, helped out a young man in brocade from the carriage, got off the carriage, pulled the bridle of the horse, and the two horses galloped away, pulling the carriage on the road gallop, rushing into the distance.

And the hunchbacked old man pulled the brocade-clothed young man and hurriedly walked along the path covered by the wild grass to Guyue Temple. When passing by Youmeng, Youmeng's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, the brocade-clothed young man was exactly the same as him, only younger than him, fifteen or sixteen years old.

Is there such a similar person in the world?

"Dada-da-"

There was another sound of horses' hooves, and his eyes swept away, and thirteen horsemen rushed on the road, and the momentum was violent, and two of them exuded a cold breath, and a circle of hazy light enveloped the whole body, and the raindrops did not enter.

It's glaring.

Rush by.

The rain was so heavy that there were no footprints left on the path covered by wild grass, and the Gugetsu Temple, which was hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, was far away from the road, and there was no lightning shining on it, so it was ignored.

You Meng's gaze turned back to Guyue Temple, and the hunchbacked old man and the brocade-clothed young man had entered the temple gate. The temple gate is old and in disrepair, one wooden door has fallen to the ground, and the other is still holding its post, swaying and creaking in the wind and rain.

Guyue Temple is built in the form of a quadrangle, after the temple gate, is a huge courtyard, on the left is a nine-story pagoda, on the right is a tall ancient locust tree that is slightly shorter than it, there is a dry well under the ancient locust tree, there is a stone table and stone bench next to the dry well, the fallen leaves are piled up, and the moss is crawling all over.

When passing by the corridor on the right, You Meng's heart suddenly trembled, and he turned his head stiffly to the left, and the swing hanging on the horizontal branches, which originally swayed with the wind, suddenly stopped, and a bright red figure appeared out of thin air.

Waist-length black hair fluttering, pale face, dark eyes, scarlet lips, and a long red dress fluttering in the wind.

Looking at each other, Leng Yiren's peach blossom eyes were curious, the corners of his mouth hooked, but he smiled coldly, and said: "Yo, in the past three hundred years, people have been here in this broken temple for three hundred years, and the ghost is the first to dare to enter, and he is still a ghost in strange clothes!"

"Ghosts?"

You Meng was stunned, remembering the scene of the rain passing through the palm of his hand before, and he was stunned and speechless.

After waiting for a while, the cold smile on Leng Yiren's face disappeared, and he said coldly, "Hey, fool! The old lady is talking to you, hurry up, don't force the old lady to get angry and eat you raw!"

"Ahh You Meng came back to his senses and replied in a daze, ahhhhh

"What a fool!" Leng Yiren was speechless, and couldn't help but say, and after saying this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Dada-da-"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded for the third time, and Thirteen rode back and forth.

You Meng's eyes swept towards the temple gate, turned his head and nodded to Leng Yiren, and then floated deeper into the corridor. After realizing that he was a ghost, he looked down at his feet, not walking, but floating. floated quickly, he had a strange bond with the brocade-clothed boy in his heart, I don't know if it was the reason why he looked exactly the same?

Turn left a corner, float over a distance of 100 meters, and then turn right is a Buddha hall, after the baptism of time, the original magnificent atmosphere of the Buddha hall also appears to be decayed and dilapidated, the spider house under the eaves, the spider web is knotted layer by layer.

There was a fire burning in the main hall, and in the face of the flames that were blown by the wind, Yumeng instinctively repelled it, and floated into it after a little hesitation.

Under the light of the fire, the temple door is facing a stone statue, as high as ten zhang, sitting majestically, but facing away from the comer, looking at its back should be a Bodhisattva. Six big characters were carved out of his back with a sword, "Wei Mou came here to visit", every stroke is extremely profound, just looking at it, you can feel a rushing sword aura, killing intent.

"Little master, this is the handwriting left by the ancestor of the Wei family, we have come to the right place, I hope that that person is still in this Guyue Temple, as long as he gets her help, he can escape this catastrophe!"

The hunchbacked old man looked up at the six characters on the back of the stone statue, looked excited, and said with trembling lips. The brocade-clothed young man beside him didn't react, just looked up and didn't speak. The hunchbacked old man was accustomed to the young man in brocade not speaking, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand, and when he turned his gaze to him slowly, he was about to continue talking, and a sound of footsteps came from far and near.

The hunchbacked old man's face changed greatly, the wrinkles of the ravines were wrinkled, and he hurriedly pulled the young man in brocade to hide in front of the stone statue.

You Meng also subconsciously hid, and he hid on the roof of the side hall.

Thirteen people quickly broke into the door of the hall, and the first one was shrouded in black robes, and his face under the hood was heavily shadowed, and it was impossible to see it really. Beside him were two people with hazy and radiant hair, on the left was a Confucian in a white robe, and on the right was a sword cultivator in a green shirt. Behind him were soldiers in armor.

Zeng Renjie looked at the martial arts atmosphere rising behind the stone statue, a smug smile appeared on his white face, and he said sarcastically: "Come out, in front of our Confucian Wangqi technique, it is meaningless to hide!"

The only answer to him was silence.

Zeng Renjie had a stiff smile on his face, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the soldiers behind him divided into two ways, outflanking the stone statue left and right.

"Bang ......"

"Ahh

"Ugh. ”

Blood splattered, soldiers screamed from behind the stone statues, or the cuirass shattered, or the neck bone was broken, all of them were fatal blows, and they were no longer breathing in the air.

Zeng Renjie's slender brows furrowed like a woman, and he said with surprise: "This old puppet is actually a martial artist of the Six Realms, hiding deep enough!"

"Hurry up!" said cold words from under the hood, and his tone sounded like a command.

Zuo Jing's black and straight eyebrows were raised, and the qi machine locked on the hunchbacked old man, and the Daqu sword behind him roared softly, soaring into the sky, with the rolling sword qi, it crossed over the top of the stone statue's head and plunged straight down.

It's incredibly fast, it's just a blink of an eye.

In the face of the flying sword coming from the top of the head, it is too late to dodge, even if you dodge the flying sword, you will chase after you, no matter how fast you run, you can get past the flying sword?

The most terrifying thing about sword cultivation is that it comes in an instant.

The hunchbacked old man stepped on the left foot on the left, the right foot on the right, the ground at the foot was cracked into pieces, sunk three inches, the whole body shook, the bones collided like thunder, the hands clenched into fists against each other in the heart, the surface of the fist purple lightning shot, dancing violently, accumulating more and more, when the flying sword was about to reach the top, a punch burst into the sky.

『Lei Yin Fist Breaking Style』

"Bah—"

The fist collided with the tip of the sword, and there was a sound of metal clashing, and a shockwave crushed in all directions, and for a time the dust was overwhelming.

The sixth realm of martial arts, the golden body realm, "the body is like glass, King Kong is not bad"! He actually punched the Daqu sword and flipped back, and there was no trace of scar left on the fist.

Just when the fists and swords struck, the black-robed figure disappeared and reappeared, already standing in front of the hunchbacked old man, shooting like a probe bag, easy and freehand, inserted into the hunchbacked old man's chest, and when he pulled it out, there was an extra fresh heart in his palm.

Reach under the hood and chew slowly.

The hunchbacked old man stiffly looked down at his chest, looked at the face under the hood, looked at his own heart that was slowly being eaten, and then turned his head stiffly, and said heavily to the brocade-clothed young man behind him: "Little, little master, escape..."

Everything happened in an instant, and the young man in brocade seemed to be frightened stupidly, standing still in place.

The hunchbacked old man used his last strength to push the brocade-clad boy to the left of the statue. The brocade-clothed boy was pushed to fly, but what was waiting for him in front of him was a white Confucian student, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

"Noisy death! Noisy death!"

"You're sick, aren't you?

A wake-up sound sounded on the beam above the fire, lazy and good, even if it was resentful, the lethality seemed to be not great.

You Meng Xunsheng looked at it, his eyes widened at first glance, and he was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised, and then tears came out of his eyes and he shouted.

"Guo Qian—"