Out of the thatched hall, Jiang Ya shuttled from the market, and the newly dyed cold silence in the air after the heavy rain made him feel refreshed.

He is fourteen years old this year, and he is not tall, even shorter than his peers, but if you put him among his peers, you can notice at a glance that Jiang Ya is different.

is not only his cold and solemn expression at any time, but also his pair of eyes that are as cold as iron blood, with an awe-inspiring and cold beyond his years.

He didn't know how to use a sword, and the sword beside him had been given to him by a lame Taoist a few days ago. He has been relying on this sword to strengthen his courage in the past few days, and the reason why he rushed here is because of the word "Three Mountains" engraved on the scabbard.

These two words are all he hopes for now. There was no way back for him.

Nowadays, the war is unpredictable, the official roads are blocked and impassable, and bandits are rampant, even if you take the mountains and forests and remote paths, you need to be extra careful. Jiang Ya trembled, and finally arrived at the Imjin ferry, only to cross the river by boat. However, in the face of the scene of the ferry, he instantly gagged, and the sight made him almost collapse, this was the second time in a few short days that he had witnessed the scene of floating corpses all over the field, and there were more than millions of corpses in the river channel blocked by Imjin!

He didn't know what happened to Imjindu, which two waves of armies fought each other, he only knew that after the battle, there were still many nearby people rushing to the pile of dead people to tear off the dead people's clothes and things that could be used, and the shape was so miserable that it was really indescribable.

He rested in a ruined temple east of Chuli Town.

Chuli Town, surrounded by three mountains, the scenery is surprisingly magnificent after the new rain, looking at the clouds and mist jade belt in the middle of the mountains, just like a sea of clouds in a fairyland, which is bound to isolate the fairy world from the mortal world. Jiang Ya looks at the three mountains from afar, the three peaks are all towering into the clouds, arrogant, tall and tall, the names of the peaks are taken from the famous Taoist school on the three mountains, the three mountain road. The three peaks are named in turn, purple pole, change dust, and rest the heart. Among them, the purple pole peak is the main peak, and the dust exchange and the rest of the heart are one left and one right, such as the shoulders are supplemented. Chuli Town is located at the foot of Xixin Peak.

Looking at the peak, Jiang Ya's palm holding the sword was slightly sweaty, he was not nervous, more 6 was a sense of helplessness. The village where he was born was recently slaughtered and bloodbathed, and a group of deserters from the nearby government suddenly mutinied, and in a fit of rage, they first slaughtered the village, and then plundered the mountain to become a coward. Jiang Ya was rescued by a passing Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest wanted to leave to save more people, but Jiang Ya's hand desperately grabbed the Taoist priest's sword and insisted on refusing him to leave.

Jiang Ya lost his parents, was lonely, and plunged into the arms of the Taoist and cried bitterly. The sword is the Taoist man's portable magic weapon, never willing to give it away easily, both seeing this situation, but also moved the monk's compassion, the Taoist is looking at his face again and again, and then said: "Today you and I have this opportunity, save your life, it is your life to have this trick." In the future, if you and I have an unresolved chance, we will see you again, and there are still important things to do, so I will leave!"

After that, he gave up his sword and Jiang Ya, and walked away with his sleeves and clouds.

Jiang Ya's hand on the scabbard of the word "three mountains" repeatedly rubbed, he has learned some words since childhood, these two words are still recognized, although he does not know much loyalty, righteousness, benevolence and filial piety, but also knows how to repay the grace, the current troubled times are in charge, the people are in danger, why not also go up the mountain to enter the sect, learn the skills, and then also like a Taoist to be a chivalrous and righteous person? It is precisely because of this thought that he decided not to travel far to the foot of the three mountains.

Now, the mountain gate is within reach, but he hesitates. In the ruined temple, he couldn't see which god or Buddha was enshrined, and when he was hungry, he actually smelled a strange fragrance? Jiang Yahu turned around suspiciously, and there was actually a monk who greeted him with a smile and a bowl of bean curd between his fingers? Jiang Ya swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, there is still a sangha in this broken temple?

"Little donor, why did you come to such a remote place?"

"I, I'm going to the mountains to find someone. ”

The smiling monk looked at Jiang Ya for a moment, and when his eyes fell on the two words of the scabbard, his eyes suddenly flashed. His scrutiny is not so much like the compassion of an ordinary monk, but more like a kind of guard. Although he was always smiling on his face, Jiang Ya inexplicably felt a cold air coming.

"Are you a disciple of the Three Mountains Dao?"

"It's not. ”

"Then why do you hold a sect artifact inscribed with the words 'Three Mountains', who gave it to you, and who asked you to come here to find me?"

Jiang Ya couldn't answer a word, and he felt inexplicable about these questions. At this moment, the monk's smile had gradually disappeared, and he saw that in the soup bowl in the monk's hand, there were ripples in an instant, as if it was boiling! Suddenly, the monk suddenly struck with a palm, and rushed straight to Jiang Ya's door, Jiang Ya instantly felt a wave of hot air rushing towards his face, and at the same time, there was a cold wind gushing out behind him, which was very cold, and he felt as if he was in the middle of ice and flames at this time! At the critical moment, the monk shouted: "Little donor, get out of the way!"

Syllable!

The broken porcelain piece of the soup bowl cut Jiang Ya's cheek, but what was even more shocking was that after a huge roar, most of the door of the broken temple was shattered, and the monk's palm was facing another man in black! The monk scolded: "Thief, he doesn't even let go of a child!"

"Hmph, bald donkey, be less nosy!"

"Look at the formation of your palm, it is not strong enough, but it is a conspiracy, and it is despicable and dirty, could it be from the sects of the East China Sea?"

"You bald donkey actually know that I am in the East China Sea? Our sects in the East China Sea have taken refuge in the Southern Driving Country, and are in a big way to recover the lost territory that was ceded to the Wu Kingdom, and I am the right envoy of the Sentinel Advance Army, Feilang. Hmph, acquaintance, get out of the way! I'll spare your life!"

"Hehe, a small country, even forming a gang to get a piece of the pie in the troubled times, it's just wishful thinking!"

"Then don't blame me for being rude!

There was another loud sound like piercing clouds and cracking stones, Jiang Ya was originally stunned and fell to the ground, but because of the palm wind of the two people, he was swept into the corner of the broken temple!

"You actually practiced such an evil skill, the blood palm print needs to suck human blood every day, your skill is also seven or eight times in the imagination, and there are not a thousand people who died in your hands, but also a hundred, you evil obstacle! Look how the old man subdues you today!"

After that, the monk took off eighteen golden rings from his arms, and the golden light burst out, dazzling, and it was for the magic weapon that he carried! Feilang's bloody palm print, and his move was blocked on the golden ring, and he couldn't get half a penny.

Jiang Ya only felt that it was dark, he had never seen anyone like lightning and flint on the seal palm method, the light in the broken temple was dim, only two figures, one red and one gold, were flashing, the body was fast, and the stalemate was unbearable.

After fifty rounds, I saw that the monk's body suddenly slowed down, it turned out that the golden ring on his arm had been shattered by most of the bloody palm prints, and the rest was only enough to barely support a few rounds! The monk was cold for a while, and his skills were completely slowed down, and Feilang was overjoyed when he saw this, and he fought faster and faster, and finally found the monk's flaw!

Death to the bald donkey!

Speaking of the origin of this monk, this monk is not a high-ranking monk, but a warrior monk in Chong'an Temple, with the law name Wansheng. The reason why he rested in the ruined temple was that he was ordered by Master Yiyun, the abbot of Chong'an Temple, to send a letter to Sanshan, urgently telling the head of Sanshan Road and all factions along the way to fulfill morality, do their duty to protect the country and the people, protect the safety of the people, block foreign enemies, and pacify...

Monk Wansheng has already accepted his fate, Feilang's blood palm print is really not his enemy, the flesh is mortal, and there will be a death, but it is a pity that this letter, he did not do his duty, "Amitabha, it's a pity, but..."

Feilang's face is hideous, and the intensive onslaught has made Wansheng full of flaws, and this palm is bound to take the life of the bald donkey! Moreover, this bald donkey's cultivation is not shallow, and after sucking blood, he can greatly increase his strength, "Comfortable! Comfortable!"

Poof!

Monk Wansheng was ready to happily receive his death, but suddenly, Feilang spurted himself with a mouthful of dirty blood! He slapped Wansheng's heart, but the strength was only two points, and when he looked closely, an incomparably shiny sword pierced through his chest from behind Feilang......

"Little donor, you..."