The sunset sank resolutely, ignoring the retention of the clouds, leaving only a brilliant red, and playing a song of remnant sun like blood.

When Zhang Sanfeng was a closed disciple of Chen Dong'er, he said: "The rivers and lakes are not a happy place, and it is difficult to step into it and then withdraw from it." You have a relationship with the old way, and the old way also has the heart to leave a little righteousness in this river and lake, I hope you will not forget your original intention. ”

At that time, Chen Dong'er was just a little beggar in Chenjiagou, with no food and clothing, and he didn't know where he was after eating.

Chen Dong'er has always been envious of those high-ranking Jianghu guests in the martial arts, feeling that they are really capable people, chivalrous and righteous, hoeing the strong and helping the weak. So I have always been puzzled by Zhang Sanfeng's sigh, but I also silently remembered it in my heart.

Now his master is no longer in this life, and he has also been handed over to Xuan Cong, the first time he went down the mountain to be a hero in his mind, but the first person he rescued made him a little sad and confused.

He took the risk to save that man, why did he take action to knock himself unconscious, and then run away without saying a word? Chen Dong'er thought about this question for three days, but still didn't come up with an answer.

The cool breeze suddenly invaded, it was Xuan Cong who held a bowl of somen noodles in his hand, opened the tent and walked in, looked at Chen Dong'er who was in a daze at the candlestick, and smiled slightly: "What, I haven't figured it out yet?"

"The head of the family, nephew, grandpa. Chen Dong'er got up and shouted, nodding a little embarrassedly: "Well, I still haven't figured it out." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, think slowly if you don't understand, some truths are said to be incomprehensible, only your own slow understanding, others can't say much. Xuan Cong patted Chen Dong'er on the shoulder, and then put down the noodle bowl in his hand: "Come, eat, it's still a long time, don't starve your body." ”

"Oh. Chen Dong'er sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodle bowl, and ate it in a big gulp.

Xuan Cong on the side also sat down, and looked kindly at the uncle next to him who the ancestor had found for him out of nowhere, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Excellent martial arts talent, even more rare a pure heart, if the future is limitless in time, but unfortunately it is still too immature, do not know people's hearts and sinister, no matter how high the martial arts are, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the foundation of Wudang, maybe in the future when I am older, I can grow a lot after more experience? I don't know if I can't wait.

Thinking of this, Xuan Cong was suddenly stunned, and was shocked by his unprovoked frustrated thoughts, he is only twenty-two out of sixty now, and he should have no problem living for another ten years, how can he not afford to wait? Xuan Cong shook his head and smiled.

Chen Dong'er raised his head from the noodle bowl at this time, and when he saw Xuan Cong's expression changing, he couldn't help but wonder: "Grandpa the master, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just a little tired. Xuan Cong shook his head, he didn't have the heart to explain. But after thinking about it, he still said: "The three sects and seven factions joined forces to besiege Guangming Peak this time, in fact, there are not many chances of winning, and it is all because of a grievance in my heart, and I want to avenge the unwarranted revenge of Shaomu Mountain before gathering here." I thought that everyone would work together and not fall too far behind, but I didn't expect others to say it, even the leaders of our three sects and seven factions also have their own plans. ”

"Is the nephew and grandfather of the head of the sect talking about the false act that the Shaolin sent to lead the team this time?" Chen Dong'er asked, "Did he make you angry again?"

"Alas. Xuan Cong sighed and shook his head again: "It's not that I'm angry, it's just that I can't figure it out." I don't know what the old guy in Lingxin thinks, he actually let a junior of the imaginary generation lead the team. ”

This time, the three sects and seven factions besieged Guangmingding, and each family sent a good hand in charge, which cannot be said to be pouring out, but most of the forces in the door are indeed here. Taking Wudang as an example, Xuan Cong himself, who was the head of the sect, personally went down the mountain, others like Tang San Province of Tangmen, Yue Songting of Huashan also brought several elders and disciples of hundreds of thousands of sects, and Huizhen Shitai of the Emei faction could not come because of serious injuries and fake death, but there were also acting leaders of Huikong Shitai, and the heads of the three sects and seven factions, now there are only two people missing, a Shaolin Lingxin, and a Demon Daomen Dongfang Jade.

Dongfang Yu is said to be a mistake in the palace, in the retreat, this reason is said in the past, the magic knife knife method is known to be weird and inexplicable, and it is normal to go wrong, and everyone understands it. But Lingxin's side only gave a reason for the busy affairs in the temple, and I don't know what's going on.

After all, although the spiritual heart did not come, Shaolin sent four elders of the spiritual generation at one time, six hundred Damo Academy monks, and the hard power has surpassed any other faction, but for some reason, it is really unbelievable to let a little-known virtual line to be the talker.

At the time of the second watch, in addition to the wind blowing the trees and shaking, in the camp of the Shaolin faction, the fire and candles in a tent were swaying, and the chanting sound echoed in a low voice.

A crisp copper bell rang, and the monk's homework came to an abrupt end.

"If I heard it, is the world-honored man's sutra really as recorded in this Vajra Jing?" the ghost-faced man held a small bronze bell in his hand and appeared in front of the monk again.

"I don't believe it, it's just idle and having fun. Xuxing opened his eyes, looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, and stopped moving the sandalwood bead string in his hand: "Where does the donor come from?

"Have you forgotten the rules of Yanyulou? There was a strange look in the eyes of the ghost-faced man: "The owner of the building has an order, this time the three sects and seven factions besieged Guangmingding, and when they went down the mountain, they walked the Tiger Roaring Ridge and crossed the Eagle Gorge." When the time comes, I can see a red flag planted on the side of the road... ”

"Where did the donor come from, and what did he want?" asked Void for the second time, interrupting the ghost-faced man's rambling.

The ghost-faced man fell silent, just staring coldly at the void.

"Amitabha. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "If the donor doesn't understand, the poor monk will ask him to understand more." Is the donor from the East Factory or the Yanyu Building? Is this order issued by the factory office, or is it what the landlord said? ”

"Is there a difference?" a playful laugh suddenly came from under the mask, "I can't prove my identity with this bronze bell in my hand?"

"Yes. Xuxing nodded: "Seeing this bronze bell, the poor monk should not ask about cause and effect, and act according to orders." ”

"So you still ask so much?"

"Ask more so that you can do more. He replied faintly.

"What can you do, and what do you want?"

"With the status of the poor monk today, an old case that is inexplicable and unclear is no longer a poor monk. The relationship between Yanyulou and the poor monk should naturally be terminated. The poor monk doesn't want to be a shady killer for the rest of his life, so he wants to climb another high branch. ”

"I know that you have been elected as the next host of the Shaolin Temple, but the reputation of a suicide father, even if there is no evidence, you can't afford it, right?"

"Shaolin Temple has never been what the poor monks want, and the poor monks don't care about reputation, the donor is wrong. ”

"And what do you want?"

"The poor monk wants to destroy the Shaolin Temple. ”

"When you take over as presiding officer... ”

"The poor monk didn't want to wait, too long. ”

"It's up to you now ... ”

"Of course, the poor monk alone can't do it, so the poor monk asked the donor again, is the donor from Dongchang or Yanyulou?"

"What's the difference between Yanyu Building and Dongchang's jurisdiction?" The ghost-faced man slowly took off his mask, revealing an ugly dog face: "Our family, the second head of the East Factory, Gou Xiaoyun." ”