The sword river is windy and the snow is wide, and the sand mouth stone is frozen and the horse's hooves are off

Heavy snow, Mojiapo, small town inn.

The next day, Jingshi and his party woke up at the inn, washed up briefly, ate some breakfast casually, and continued to rush to the outside of the gate.

Although the wind and snow are cold, everyone is a leader of the sect with good internal strength, just simply cover their heads and faces, and then move forward against the cold wind, but due to some unhappiness that happened last night, everyone did not talk, fortunately, Ye Suling of Emei held Xiangyi of Tianxiang Valley and talked and laughed along the way, so that the atmosphere did not seem too dull.

In the snowy world, there were only the cries of wind and snow, and the footprints of a few people, but they were soon covered by heavy snow.

Ann hung slowly on the back of the group, walking by herself, grabbing a handful of snow from time to time, kneading it into a snow ball, and throwing it into the distance. From time to time, a glimmer of light flashed in his clear eyes that was imperceptible to others. There are still some days that are Chinese New Year's Eve, and I secretly thought to myself in peace of mind, I don't know if Qingqing and they miss me, whether Ding Monkey and Big Bear's martial arts have improved, this is his only concern in this Jianghu, and Qingqing Courtyard is also his only home.

An was immersed in the time spent with Qingqing and them in the past, thinking about how happy and happy he would be in this life if he didn't have to take revenge. Thinking about it, a smile rippled into the corners of Ann's mouth.

Suddenly a soft whistle came from the wind and snow, interrupting Ann's thoughts, Ann immediately came to his senses, shook his head, and suddenly that unforgettable hatred surged into his heart, Ann gritted his teeth and strode to follow.

The whistling sound was from the pure world of the Shaolin Temple, and at this moment he had stopped, half-squatting down, frowning, looking at the trace of red snow on the snow, and the chaotic footprints that had not yet been covered by the wind and snow, and was silent.

After everyone surrounded him, Jingshi said a Buddha horn and said slowly: It seems that there has just been a fight here, and the number of people on both sides is estimated to be about four.

Qingcheng sent Lin Xizhao to answer: There are many masters among them, and I don't know if they are friends or enemies.

Mei Yan of the Tianshan Mei family stared at the footprints that had not disappeared and thought: Such a light skill is by no means an unknown person, Senior Brother Jingshi might as well follow us and take a look, and then make plans.

Jingshi slowly stood up, inspected everyone, and said: I don't know what a few junior brothers and sisters think?

Everyone said that it was meaningless, and Jingshi nodded and said: It's okay, then we will follow forward, if it is a righteous person in the rivers and lakes, we will help, if it is an evil sect, we must stop them from continuing to commit murder in time. Please also ask all the brothers and sisters to be careful and listen to the orders of the little monk for the time being.

After speaking, everyone performed light skills and galloped forward cautiously.

After half an hour, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and there was a sound of fighting in the distance, Jingshi raised his hand to signal, and everyone slowed down and came to a stone forest.

The situation is still unknown, and it is inevitable that it will be noticed, and Jingshi and his party hide behind a boulder and observe the situation in the field from afar.

I saw that on an empty snowy field in the stone forest, four young men were divided into two groups and tossed and wrestled together.

I saw that one of the young men with a pale face and a white dress had a little blood stains on his body, the five fingers of his hands were open, and the knuckles of his fingers were protruding, showing that his fingers were strong and powerful, just like steel and iron claws, and it was obvious that the exercises he practiced were all on a pair of hands, and he joined forces with the enemy was a young monk from the Western Regions wearing a shabby monk's robe.

The other two men were much more normal, one was dressed as a scholar in a lilac robe, and his hand made a special fan, and the opening and closing of the fan was full of light, obviously not made of mortal iron, and the other was gorgeously dressed like a noble son, with his clothes flying, indescribably chic and calm.

Jingshi and his party hid behind the boulder, staring at the martial arts tricks used by the four people fighting in the arena, all frowning and pondering, trying their best to think about the origin of these four mysterious teenagers.

I only heard Jingshi say softly: I don't know if you junior brothers and sisters have seen what kind of sect these four people are?

Mei Yan smiled bitterly: The junior brother has lived in the Tianshan Mountains for a long time, rarely walks around the rivers and lakes, and knows very little about the martial arts tricks of various sects in the rivers and lakes.

Lin Xizhao still stared at the four people fighting in the arena, without words, Ye Suling and Xiangyi shook their heads helplessly, while Qingchuan snorted coldly, his silver-white pupils were cold, and the fingers holding the jade-handled dragon were tightened, obviously itching, and he wanted to compete with the four of them. And Ann still stood expressionlessly and stood aside, not knowing what she was thinking.

Come to think of it, although the seven people have good martial arts, but they are all ignorant teenagers who have just come out of the rivers and lakes, plus they are all leaders of the sects, and they are arrogant and arrogant.

Jingshi smiled bitterly in his heart, and said slowly: I look at the blood-stained young man with a protruding finger knuckle, the finger power is amazing, and the tricks are insidious and vicious, but it is like the martial arts tricks of the old demon with dry bones that have disappeared for many years in the rivers and lakes, but the old demon with dry bones has no sect, and he has no children under his knees.

Everyone was speechless, and Jingshi continued: And the young monk is easy to guess, he must be a disciple of the Red Wheel Ming King of the Western Regions Tantric Sect, and the golden roulette wheel is a good proof of this.

Everyone looked shocked, looked at the pure world together, admired the insight of the pure world, and couldn't help but look up to the pure world a little more.

I only heard Ye Suling smile and said: Senior Brother Jingshi eats fasting and recites Buddha all the year round, I didn't expect to see and hear so widely, Senior Sister admires it very much, I don't know what kind of disciple the other two teenagers are?

Jingshi shook his head and said with a wry smile: Senior sister smiled, although the little monk is dedicated to the Buddha, but the temple has been standing in the martial arts for many years, and it is also quite famous, and there are not a few monks in the temple who have seen and heard a lot, and they also know a little about the martial arts of various sects in the rivers and lakes. However, the little monk was clumsy and did not see the exercises performed by the other two teenagers, but the little monk was sure that it was definitely not any sect in the Central Plains.

Ye Suling continued: Then senior brother, what should we do now?

After hearing this, Jingshi didn't know what to do in his heart, and pondered for a moment and said: The old demon with dry bones and the great lama of Tantra, King Chilun Ming, are both extremely vicious, and decent people in the rivers and lakes want to get rid of them as soon as possible, not to mention according to the rumors in the rivers and lakes...

Speaking of this, Jing Shi paused for a moment and continued: According to rumors, the death of Chu Daxia and his wife in the three-point dart game also has something to do with these two people.

Lin Xizhao snorted and said: Then why don't we get rid of these two people?

Jingshi Dao: What Senior Brother Lin said is reasonable, but the other two teenagers don't know their identities yet, so they act rashly for a while, just for fear of causing more accidents.

Qingchuan sneered and said coldly: If the rivers and lakes are upright, they will be grateful to us for helping, if it is also an evil demon, they will be eliminated together.

Before the words fell, the person had already jumped into the door.

The rest of the people glanced at each other, but they had no choice but to follow.

The four people who were fighting in the arena suddenly found a cold young man with silver hair and silver eyes standing on the sidelines, and then a solemn little monk came with several teenagers and girls, and couldn't help but stop and jump back at the same time, looking at the people who came fixedly, and at the same time guarding each other.

Amitabha, Jingshi shouted a Buddha name, stepped forward, and then bowed slightly to the four people, and said loudly: The little monk Jingshi is a disciple of the Shaolin Jing generation, I don't know why the four donors are fighting in this ice and snow? Can you tell the little monk, so that the little monk can say a few fair words.

The four people who were fighting looked at each other and nodded without a trace, as if they had reached some consensus.

The disciple of the old demon with dry bones sneered sadly: It turned out to be the junior brother of Shaolin, I don't know why the senior brother of the pure world is uncomfortable staying in your temple and enjoying the worship of ten thousand sesame oils, but why did he run to this deserted place in this snowy weather? Is it to promote the Dharma?

Before Jingshi could answer, Lin Xizhao preemptively answered: Hmph, why can't it be your turn to intervene Senior Brother Jingshi, but what are your intentions for this evil demon to get involved in the rivers and lakes?

The disciple of the old demon with dry bones looked cold, and said coldly: "What are you?

Lin Xizhao said loudly: The eldest husband will not change his name, and he will not change his surname, Qingcheng Lin Xizhao. What is it?

The disciple of the old demon with dry bones heard this, let out a long sigh, and chuckled: In the next night Luo, the name of the family teacher and the dry bone immortal is said only because you, the yellow-haired boy, don't know.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xizhao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he laughed out loud.

Ye Luo didn't know why, and said angrily: What are you laughing at?

Lin Xizhao laughed a few more times, and sneered: The old demon with dry bones is the old demon with dry bones, and he is also called a fairy with dry bones, and he is not afraid to say it to make people laugh out of his big teeth.

Ye Luo's face was cold, but he looked at the scholar dressed and the gorgeously dressed noble son and said in a deep voice: Gu Chen, Yang Qianye, how about you and me for the time being?

The two teenagers smiled and nodded.

Ye Luo saw that the two teenagers nodded, and also bowed slightly, then turned his head, waved his sleeve robe, and rose to his feet, and his hands pounced on Lin Xizhao like hooks.

The other party suddenly made a move, which really caught Lin Xizhao off guard, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, at the moment when Lin Xizhao was stunned, Ye Luo's hands like steel claws were less than three inches away from Lin Xizhao's front door.

Jingshi shouted a Buddha horn in a low voice, and said in a deep voice: Senior Brother Lin be careful.

Lin Xizhao reacted at this time, hurriedly blocked with his hands, and then staggered away, and for a while he didn't even have time to pull out his sword. But his arm had been scratched by Yeluo's steel-clawed fingers. Lin Xizhao suffered a loss in front of everyone when he first entered the rivers and lakes, he was ashamed and angry, let out a long roar, jumped high, drew his sword out, and slashed out from top to bottom. I saw a burst of white light skyrocketing in an instant, like the scorching sun of midsummer, it was the incomparably powerful Tiangang sword technique of the Qingcheng faction.

Everyone watching from the audience couldn't help but sigh secretly in their hearts, the Tiangang swordsmanship of the Qingcheng faction really has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods.

Qing Chuan's face was solemn, his eyes squinted, and he stared at Lin Xizhao for a moment, as if he wanted to see through his swordsmanship, as if he was thinking about how to crack his sword moves. Famous Sword Villa loves swords like life, but it is true.

Looking at the two people fighting in the arena, although Lin Xizhao's Tiangang swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, and the power of the moves is amazing. But the old demon with dry bones has been famous for a long time, and it is not easy to teach his beloved disciples, only to see Ye Luo or fingers or palms, attacking the vital parts of Lin Xizhao's chest and throat. It's all insidious and vicious, life-threatening tricks. Every time Lin Xizhao was about to hurt him, he had to put away his sword and come back to defend himself. It seems that it will not be possible to tell the winner in a short period of time.

Seeing that Lin Xizhao was not left behind, Jingshi put his mind at ease, retracted his gaze and looked at the scholar and the noble son. The noble son seemed to feel the gaze of the pure world, looked at the pure world, and then smiled slightly.

At this time, the fight between Yeluo and Lin Xizhao had moved to the sidelines, Jing Shi thought for a while, took two steps forward, and smiled at the two: The little monk looked at the two full of spirit, his eyes were clear, obviously not ordinary people, but he didn't know what school the two teachers inherited, and I don't know if I could tell the little monk?

The young man dressed as a scholar and the noble son had not yet replied, but the young monk on the side sneered and continued: Aren't all the monks in Middle Earth as brazen as you, flattering and saying beautiful things when they see people?

Jingshi smiled slightly and replied: I don't know if King Chilun Ming is okay?

The young monk's eyes narrowed, and he sneered: You still have some knowledge, but you want to befriend these two but you are really hopelessly stupid.

Jingshi was shocked when he heard this, subconsciously took a step back, turned his head to look at the two, and saw that the two were still smiling and groaning, but they made people feel indescribably weird, and their hearts were beating indescribably.