In a dilapidated mountain temple outside Yongping Mansion, the bonfire was almost burned out, and only the remaining charcoal glowed red. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this faint light, I saw the mountain god of the mud embryo lying under the altar, with his neck broken and his leg broken, and the broken incense burner and candlestick all over the ground.

There were dead people in the temple, there was blood, and a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged, and an old monk lying on the ground.

The middle-aged monk is Yingkong, and the old monk is Master Huici.

Hui Ci's face was stunned, his eyes were black, his pupils were blood red, his gray face was like a zombie, his skin had cracked, his muscles began to atrophy, and when he opened his mouth, the saliva sticking to Sensen's white teeth was also gray-white.

He was reflected in the heavy technique, and ordered more than a dozen key points, and at this time, he lay like a living dead, motionless.

Yingkong meditated cross-legged beside him, his lips twitching, and he muttered the Huayan Sutra, as if hoping to drive away evil spirits with Sanskrit sounds.

Mingkong is not in this mountain temple.

In addition to the two of them, this dilapidated mountain temple is two croppers who are broken and extremely miserable, and the farm tools are still scattered on the ground.

Master Hui Ci's body suddenly twitched violently, and he was obviously trying to break through the sealed acupoint. Seeing this, Yingkong stopped chanting, condensed his finger power again, and sealed seven more acupoints on Huici's body.

Master Huici's mouth was wide open and he hissed in pain, and there was a kind of pity in his red pupils before the lamb was slaughtered.

Seeing Master's expression, Yingkong's heart ached, he clasped his palms together and said to Master Huici, "Master, you have had several more seizures in and off in the past two days. We can't move around anymore. I have already asked Mingkong to go to the Red Leaf Villa to ask the owner of the Ye Village, you can wait patiently, they should be there soon. ”

Hui Ci didn't pay attention to his words, but kept turning his head, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

Yingkong sighed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and stood up from the ground. He added some wood to the fire and walked to the temple and looked at the dark sky outside the door.

The snow began to drift again, and the air was wet and cold.

At this time, two figures came on the snow, and they came in an instant.

Yingkong looked at it, one was his junior brother Mingkong Monk, and the other was Ye Yunxuan, the owner of the Red Leaf Mountain Villa that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Ye Yun was dressed as a Confucian student, with gray hair, just like an old pedant. But his body is smart, his whole body is full of energy, and his eyes are even more brilliant and terrifying.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, he directly asked Yingkong: "Where are the people?"

Yingkong hurriedly bowed to Ye Yunxuan, then waved his hand behind him, and replied respectfully: "My master is inside, Master Ye Zhuang, please come with me." ”

Ye Yunxuan followed Yingkong to the back of the mountain temple platform, and saw Master Huici next to the fire, he leaned down and looked at Master Huici's pupils, and then turned around and asked Yingkong, "Does anyone else know that you are here?"

Yingkong thought for a while, and then replied rather sadly: "The people I met died at the hands of Master. If my brother and I hadn't been on guard all the time, we might have died. ”

Ye Yunxuan listened, but said casually: "Okay!"

After hearing this, Yingkong looked at Ye Yunxuan with some surprise, and saw that he came empty-handed, and did not bring a medicine box or any other medical equipment, so he felt strange in his heart, and asked: "Master Ye Zhuang, you didn't bring a medicine box, is it possible that our master's illness has no cure?!"

Mingkong on the side answered at this time: "Master Ye Zhuang has already asked me in detail about Master's situation after taking the Nine Turns Returning Yang Pill in the village, and the owner of the village said that Master's treatment requires an extremely quiet environment, so we want to send Master to Red Leaf Villa." ”

Yingkong looked at the two corpses that had fallen in front of the statue, and then said to Ye Yun with hope: "Master Ye Zhuang, as long as you send it back to Red Leaf Villa, our master can be cured, right?"

Ye Yunxuan sighed and said, "No need, you don't have to send Master back to Red Leaf Villa." ”

"Why?" Even Mingkong, who had always been slow, was anxious this time, he came to Ye Yunxuan's side and asked anxiously, "Master Ye Zhuang, is our master no longer saved?"

Ye Yunxuan beckoned to the two of them and said, "Come, you come and see, your master has already ......" Ye Yunxuan said as he squatted down, as if to explain the cause of their master's illness to Yingkong and Mingkong.

Yingkong and Mingkong involuntarily gathered around the past and leaned down. Behind them was a large empty door.

Outside the temple gate, the wind blew in.

The flames of the bonfire suddenly burst into a string of stars, and the sparks scattered like firecrackers set off at a funeral.

At this time, the sword wind rose.

Behind the sword wind was a figure with a black body.

Yingkong's martial arts were higher than Mingkong's, and he was the first to notice the anomaly behind it. It's just that he's still slow.

In fact, in the rivers and lakes, there are not many people who can be faster than this sword!

Yingkong's throat was hit by the sword, and his horizontal kung fu was useless at all, and he lost his life. His body fell backwards and fell on his master's chest.

Mingkong saw Yingkong fall, and in front of him was a masked black-clothed man with a long sword in hand, looking at him with a pair of eyes as if he were looking at a dead man.

Ming Kong didn't speak, he clenched his fists, pulled them to his waist, and rushed towards the man in black. He has practiced Luohan boxing for more than thirty years, and with one punch, even the stone tablet can be turned into powder. He was very confident that with his martial arts, he could at least fight the man in black in front of him.

At this time, the man in black suddenly spoke, and he said something rather nonsensical: "Don't do it, he left it to me to practice the sword!"

After that, the man in black was on tiptoe, his body was like the wind, and he easily avoided Mingkong's punch.

Ming Kong punched the air, and the strength of the fist shook a storm in the air. He turned his head and looked at Ye Yunxuan.

Ye Yun Xuan sneered: "I said a long time ago, your master doesn't need you to send it. ”

"You don't have to look at him, your opponent is me. The man in black said to Ming Kong.

Mingkong is slow and his mind is not very good, but at this time, even he can hear who the man in black is. He turned his head and looked at the man in black, "I know who you are." Why do you have to cover your face again? ”

The man in black smiled: "I've always been a masked person, I'm used to it." With that, he took off his hood, revealing his face.

He is extremely handsome, his eyes are as bright as autumn water, and the whole facial line is even more wonderful, making his face exude a charming magic.

This person is the head of Qingcheng, the "Jade Swordsman" Yuan Suiyun! )