The night was quiet, the clouds obscured the bright moon, and the space slowly became dark.

The funeral night and the great monk rested under the trunk of the tree, but the pursuers did not come, and they did not know why they gave up the pursuit.

Or rather...... They may be lost.

But the depression is not over, it is still shrouded in the funeral night and the heart of the great monk, and the middle feeling may not disappear before leaving the iron sword gate.

When he was free, Fu Ye also looked at his attributes, and the small sapling that represented the foundation of the sect was stronger than before, but there was no trend of returning to the earth in spring.

It's unclear what this thing is for, because as of now, he is still walking this path alone, and he is the only one who has become the head of the system sect as a player.

It's an honor, an honor that no one else can envy, but again, it's a bumpy road that needs to be explored and can be hurt.

But he is not afraid, because there are some things, once done, they must be done.

And some things, once they start, can't end!

"Donor, how did you do it?" The great monk's wooden fish sounded again, and all at once, it felt very dull and lonely.

At least the current situation is not suitable for knocking on the wooden fish, and the funeral night is afraid that the enemy will chase after it.

"I mean, how did you keep those Iron Sword Sect disciples from moving?" the Great Monk was curious about this skill of the Burial Night.

He didn't know that it was the original method of quenching poison points in the funeral night, and when he knew, this skill was extremely scary to think about.

Think about it, if there is really such martial arts, it must not be rampant in the world?

No matter how high your martial arts are, as long as Lao Tzu points out, even if it is a dragon, you have to lie down.

There was no answer on the night of the funeral, he turned to the side of the great monk and talked to him about something that was not nutritious.

The great monk is also attentive and very talkative, it seems that he has his own opinions on any topic, and he can talk about the Tao.

"Well, donor, why are you poking the poor monk?"

"There are mosquitoes!"

The great monk touched the shoulder that had been poked by the burial night, it was cool and a little numb, "The Iron Sword Gate is really different, even the mosquitoes here are poisonous." ”

The great monk didn't care, and continued to knock on the wooden fish and chat with the funeral night, like an accompaniment, but this accompaniment is a bit weird!

More like ...... Doing things.

The kind that overtakes oneself in advance.

Poof! Again, the position has shifted from the shoulder to the chest, several times in succession.

"Thank you, donor, the mosquitoes in the Iron Sword Gate are so strange, why don't you bite you and only me?"

"Mosquitoes like to stink!" The funeral night was a little distracted, and a little lost, anyway, the whole expression was not in a state.

After a while chattering back, now talking to myself, saying why it works.

After a while, he turned his face sideways and looked at the great monk, his eyes were ...... anyway It's weird.

The great monk's nerves are not very thick, he is approachable, and he seems to be able to talk to anyone.

But at the moment...... He didn't want to get too close to the funeral night, and he always felt that this guy had a bit of a bad intention.

The great monk pretended to stand up and stretch his muscles, and then ran under the big tree on the other side to continue knocking on the wooden fish.

The funeral night was silent alone for a long time, and he couldn't figure out why it was so good to use the poison quenching point acupoint on the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect that he didn't want to do on the great monk.

Could it be that he has cultivated an immortal golden body?

Or is this kind of martial art useless to monks?

Looking at the night in the distance, he felt as if he was a little perverted, expecting the enemy to chase after him.

It's a kind of demon, a demon that is overly engaged.

"Donor, are you leaving?"

Funeral Night got up, and he walked ahead, where was the way they had fled before.

"Yes, it's cold to sit, it's warmer to walk around!"

"The donor is not to warm the body, but to feel that the body is too warm, so he goes to find the cold, the body is cold. ”

Although the night of the funeral was throbbing, he did not lose his mind, the great monk was right, and now going back is purely looking for death.

The two of them continued to wait, perhaps for the dawn, or perhaps for those who pursued them.

In short, they are not very clear about the purpose of waiting.

When the day dawned, the fog in the forest was so thick that it was impossible to see three meters away.

Although this night was depressing, there was no danger, and the man in gray still did not chase after him.

As for the reason why they gave up the pursuit?

I didn't know on the night of the funeral, he asked the great monk, but the great monk didn't know either.

The two of them went back the way they had come last night, and it was still quiet all around, and there was no sound at all.

As they passed by the courtyard where they had settled, they saw blood, blackened blood.

There are also many long swords next to them, and the sword body is engraved with a symbol that belongs to the Iron Sword Gate.

The rivers and lakes are really different, more real and closer to reality than before.

But it's not good or bad, after all, one person doesn't represent everything.

Funeral night and the great monk walked all the way, found more and more blood and long swords, funeral night remembered, after rushing out of the small courtyard, he was fighting with the enemy of the iron sword gate, blood and long sword should not be outside the courtyard!

On the night of the funeral, in the spirit of not wasting anything, all the useful things were in the bag.

The great monk asked, "This is a dead man's thing, are you not afraid of bad luck?"

Funeral Night smiled, "There is a monk by his side, what bad luck can there be!"

"Amitabha meat!" the corners of the great monk's mouth twitched, in fact, he also wanted to pick up those things, but his hands and feet were not buried quickly.

This is the backyard of the Iron Sword Gate, and few people usually come, if it weren't for the wedding of the young league leader, there would be many people who came to congratulate him, and it is estimated that many courtyards would be empty, and even ghosts could not be seen.

"Someone!" Funeral Night's perception is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially in this oppressive atmosphere.

The two of them retreated under the wall, where there were many bamboos, and there was no problem at all to cover their bodies.

It didn't take long for four or five disciples of the Iron Sword Sect to come over, as if they were looking for something, and even every bush of grass and every blood accumulation would be seriously rummaged.

"Did you grab anything else special just now?" the great monk asked.

There is no score on the night of the funeral, but Da Luo's hand is a hodgepodge, as if he can pick up anything.

He immediately checked his storage bag and found a token in one of the compartments, wine-colored, as if it had been made of some special wood.

The workmanship is not exquisite, but the sword on the token, compared to the token itself, the funeral night feels that the carved sword is much more beautiful.

The funeral night took him out, and it didn't feel right in an instant, not the token province, but the breath that came out of the token.

It was somewhat similar to the tiger talisman that he got at the Five Poisons Sect's main altar on the night of the funeral.

"Amitabha meat, good luck for the donor!" The great monk was obviously red-eyed, but he didn't know why he restrained himself and didn't reach out to grab it.

His cultivation is far above the funeral night, and at this distance, it is really simple to make a sudden move.

"You know what?"

The great monk Youzai took a closer look at it, and then said: "This is a talisman, but it should not belong to the Iron Sword Sect, and the appearance is also incomplete, this should be a relic of the Sect that has been destroyed." ”

(End of chapter)