"You shouldn't have killed her. Yang Fan's eyes were blood-red, and he stared straight at Fan Yuandao.

"What if you kill it?" Fan Yuan spat out, not caring about the authentic language.

"I'll kill you. ”

"Are you sure you can kill me?" Fan Yuan looked at the hundreds of people behind him, and his heart was a little determined.

"I'm sure. ”

"Boom!" the dragon sword was unsheathed. There were no superfluous movements, just simple "stabbing", "picking", and "splitting" movements, but no one could stop Yang Fan even the slightest. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles! The silver moon was bright, the cold light was shining, and the Dragon God Sword was less than three points away from the top of Fan Yuan's head.

"You can't kill me. Fan Yuan laughed, laughed fiercely, laughed unwillingly, laughed sadly.

Yang Fan's hand was very steady, but it trembled uncontrollably at this moment. Three points, the length of a jade bee, is longer than the entire Guanshan at this moment.

"Where is the master here?" Yang Fan shouted angrily, startling the birds in the forest.

"You can't kill him. The voice of the sorrowful rope came, and an old monk who described it as withered walked out.

"Why?"

"Because he is my apprentice, and you are not my opponent. The old monk said gently, his voice so kind that it was hard to refute.

"I'm young, and you're old. Yang Fan said lightly.

"Yes, I'm too old to protect him for the rest of my life. So, I have to bother you. The old monk coughed slightly, and his body looked a little rickety.

"What?" Yang Fan was a little puzzled.

"I'm going to kill you. Before the old monk could finish speaking, his palm, which was as dry as tree bark, suddenly became crystal like jade.

"The end of the world is close at hand", the highest level of light power, even if it is tens of millions of miles away, in the eyes of such masters, it is like a stone's throw away. In the blink of an eye, the old monk's palm wind blew Yang Fan's green silk. Abandon the sword, luck, return the palm, all in one go. The so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, not to mention, Yang Fan has the blood of the dragon god, how can he be afraid of mortals? "Bang", the two palms intersected, Yang Fan took three steps back, and spurted out a mouthful of red blood.

"How did you get this Jiuyang Divine Skill?" the old monk's body trembled, looking like crazy.

"Taught by Brother Zhang. Yang Fan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and replied.

"Who is Brother Zhang?"

"I don't know, I just know that he was born in Shaolin and studied under Master Jueyuan. Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, Jiuyang Divine Skill had been running for several cycles, and the injury was already unhindered.

"Master Tai is okay now?" the old monk asked as he looked more and more excited.

"Master Tai?" Yang Fan said suspiciously.

"Yes, Master Jueyuan is my master, is he still alive?"

"It's long gone. Thirty years ago, Brother Zhang taught himself Shaolin martial arts, and the Shaolin Temple wanted to abolish him when he knew about it. Master Jueyuan cherished his apprentice and escaped from Shaolin with him, and died halfway through. Yang Fan sighed.

"Self-taught martial arts will be abolished? Okay! Okay! These unproductive bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple are really still the same. The old monk suddenly looked up and laughed, his face hideous.

Yang Fan was horrified by this laughter, remembered the story that Zhang Sanfeng and Ouyang De had told him, and said, "You are the fire foreman?"

"Fire foreman, that's my master. "This old monk turned out to be the old man who rescued Fan Yuan in the White Camel Villa last time-Master Ku. I saw him raise his head, look at the bright moon in the sky, and remember the old things more than a hundred years ago.

The winter of that year was very cold, and the snow at the Shaolin Temple was three feet high. One day, a strange monk came to the temple. He never practiced martial arts, but only studied in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion day after day, or swept the floor outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Except for the abbot, no one knows his origin, only that his name is Jueyuan.

Jueyuan's family name is Li, his father is the owner of the famous Ethereal Peak Vulture Palace, and his mother is Li Qinglu, the princess of Yinchuan in Western Xia. Jueyuan is very smart, and he can learn everything as soon as he learns it. His mother was very happy and taught him many Confucian classics since he was a child, hoping that he would become an official in the Western Xia Dynasty. His father, Xuzhu, instilled a lot of Buddhism in him since he was a child. And the martial arts of the free school that he himself practiced are secretly in line with the quiet inaction of Taoism. In this way, he is a Confucian, a Taoist and a monk, but he is not like any other, and he is confused. Mother is busy with court affairs every day, and has no time to take care of anything else. Father Xuzhu is an honest man, and he understands some truths, but he doesn't know how to explain them to his son. So, Jueyuan went to Shaolin alone. Xuzhu told him that there was what he wanted in the Scripture Pavilion.

Jueyuan rummaged through the classics in the Scripture Pavilion, but did not find his own answer. He thought he was not sincere enough and not dedicated enough. So he began to be silent, because he was afraid that he would export the essence of Confucianism. He completely abandoned martial arts because his martial arts came from Taoism. Until one day, he met a person named Wang Chongyang and saw a book called "Nine Yin True Scripture".

Although in front of Wang Chongyang, he degraded the "Nine Yin True Scripture" to nothing, but in fact, this scripture was extremely inspiring to him. After returning to Shaolin, he wrote down his feelings and became a "Jiuyang True Scripture". The sea is inclusive, and there is tolerance. The wall is thousands of feet, and there is no desire to be rigid. In the eyes of outsiders, Jueyuan is still Jueyuan. But in fact, today's Jueyuan is no longer yesterday's Jueyuan.

Shaolin Temple is a place with a strict hierarchy, especially the handymen who work in the back kitchen, and they are constantly oppressed by the monks of the incense kitchen. Among them, there is a fire-burning head, who has the straightest temperament and is also beaten the most fiercely by the monks. Jueyuan was merciful and secretly taught Jiuyang Divine Skills, so that he would not be in much pain when he was beaten again. However, Jueyuan did not expect that the physical pain could be erased, and the mental destruction and accumulated hatred were deepening day by day. Finally, the fire foreman Tuo burst out and killed people, and finally left the Western Regions.

Jueyuan was very sad, he no longer dared to teach others martial arts at will. is Junbao, who was raised since childhood, and he only picked up some of the superficial kung fu of Jiuyang Divine Skill to teach. Junbao is growing up day by day, and Jueyuan is very happy. He plans to teach Junbao everything he has learned at the right time. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven. Junbao's self-taught Arhat boxing was discovered, and the Seven Elders of Xinzen were going to abolish him? How did this make the elderly Jueyuan run away with Junbao all the way, and he was unable to do it after all. Before he died, he was confused, and he only remembered that he had not taught his apprentices a skill, and began to unconsciously recite the "Nine Yang True Scripture......

"That's it, since you know Uncle Shi, I don't want to embarrass you, so let's go. Master Ku waved his hand and took Fan Yuan away.

"Owner, are you okay?" Not long after, Ouyang De rushed over with a bunch of people, and Ouyang Mingguang also stood aside respectfully, obviously the previous poisoning was faked.

Yang Fan didn't bother to take care of him. In this farce, everyone is a winner, only Ouyang Su'e lost her life at the best age of her life. Yang Fan didn't understand, as Ouyang Su'e's own grandfather and brother, how could he watch his relatives walk towards the abyss step by step? He suddenly felt a little cold.