There was no time for Ji Changhao to think more, and he instinctively pulled out the long sword behind his back in an instant.

After only listening to the two crisp impact sounds of "Peng Peng", Ji Changhao successfully struck away the two wind blades with his long sword, but the huge anti-shock force of the wind blade pushed his body under a big tree, and the huge impact force made him spit blood in an instant.

Ji Changhao didn't expect that this black tiger was even more powerful than he imagined, and after the wind blade was knocked away, it was actually corrosive when it was cut into the big tree, and thick black smoke was coming out of the broken part of the big tree.

"Could it be that this black tiger has eaten something strange by mistake, which has caused a change in his body, and this change has made the black tiger more powerful...... There is no black color for ordinary tigers!"

Ji Changhao analyzed the reason why the black tiger was extremely powerful in his heart, and at the same time fled without looking back.

Now that his state continues to stay here, he will only be eaten by the black tiger due to lack of physical strength.

Doing a meaningless struggle here is not important at all to rescue Shangguan Jinxia, but the black tiger is unrelenting to Ji Changhao and quickly chases after him.

The black tiger's entanglement made Ji Changhao unable to get out, and for a while, this jungle was filled with the sound of wind blades and long swords colliding!

As the movement of the fight became louder and louder, the black tiger released the wind blade on a large scale, and the bush that had been corroded by the wind blade emitted pitch-black smoke everywhere.

But the corroded trees did not burn in the process of slowly turning to ashes, and Ji Changhao, who was in the thick smoke, was choked and dizzy, and now he understands the taste of Wang Dazhi being chased and killed by himself for more than a month!

Let's say that after Wang Dazhi escaped from the entrance of the Black Tiger Cave in the Secluded Forest, he quickly escaped with Shangguan Jinxia......

But then the movement of Ji Changhao and the black tiger fighting made him quickly find a hidden place to hide, he was afraid that Ji Changhao would lure the black tiger over in anger, and then he could only die in the tiger's mouth.

As the movement of the fight became louder and louder, and the black smoke from the trees corroded by the wind blade became thicker and thicker, Wang Dazhi decided not to hide anymore, and planned to take Shangguan Jinxia to escape quickly under the cover of black smoke.

Three days later, Wang Dazhi finally walked out of the jungle with Shangguan Jinxia, during which Wang Dazhi did not see Ji Changhao again, perhaps he had been eaten by the black tiger.

But Wang Dazhi believed that Ji Changhao should have been seriously injured and fled, but even Ji Changhao, who was seriously injured, Wang Dazhi did not have the confidence to kill him, and it was a question whether such a large jungle could find him.

So Wang Dazhi can only hope that Ji Changhao is dead now, but even if he thinks like this, Wang Dazhi has not taken it lightly along the way, and now he only hopes to return to Tianlong Temple soon, only Tianlong Temple can give Wang Dazhi a full sense of security.

......

In a meditation room in Tenryu Temple, a young man with his eyes closed was lying on the bed at this time, and his handsome cheeks were not affected at all even if there were a few more scabbed wounds......

This person was brought back to the temple by the old monk Leng Xingyuan from the middle and upper reaches of the Ajiang River, but he was so seriously injured that he never woke up after being brought back by the monk Qingluo.

It is said that after saving Leng Xingyuan, the old monk took him directly to the Hengduan Mountains to find Wang Dazhi, but when Qingluo arrived at the agreed place in the Hengduan Mountains, he couldn't see Wang Dazhi.

In desperation, Qing Madness continued to look for three days and two nights, but still couldn't find Wang Dazhi and his person, and finally Qing Madness sighed all the way back to Tianlong Temple, but in his mind, he still involuntarily appeared some time ago and Wang Dazhi laughed and scolded!

Although Qing Madness has not found Wang Dazhi and returned to the temple, there is no unswerving persistence in living to see people and dead to see corpses, but it cannot be said that Qing Madness is not righteous enough.

It's really that the Hengduan Mountain Range is too big, and even with the cultivation of the monk Qingduan, there are many places that he doesn't dare to set foot on easily.

In addition, the Buddha world once in a hundred years of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is the Tianlong Temple in front of the monks, the current Tianlong Temple is in an eventful autumn, so the temple is in urgent need of masters.

Qing Madness has long been urged to hurry back to the temple, in fact, Qing Madness Monk also has a lot of places that he can't help himself!

Late at night, Leng Xingyuan on the bed slowly woke up from his coma, and his eyes were dark.

It's just that when he habitually shouted the name of "Zuo Leng" but no one answered, suddenly the scene from a month ago resurfaced in Leng Xingyuan's mind, and he was so startled that he immediately got up and began to look for the seriously injured and dying Zuo Leng.

When he lifted the quilt on his body, he realized that this place was no longer the cold wind howling by the river.

The shouting alarmed the disciples who were keeping vigil, Leng Xingyuan only heard a "squeak", the wooden door was pushed open, and a little monk who was keeping vigil carried a lantern to shine on Leng Xingyuan's side face and said in surprise: "Donor, you are awake."

Looking at the little monk's outfit, Leng Xingyuan realized that he was already in the temple at this time, but when Leng Xingyuan asked where this place was, how he came here, and his companions, the little monk couldn't tell the ins and outs.

But in just a few words, Leng Xingyuan still understood that it was a mage named Qing Lu who saved him and brought him back here, but there was not the slightest news of Zuo Leng!

This couldn't help but make him anxious to go to the monk to ask for an explanation, but was stopped by the little monk who kept vigil.

Anxiously waiting until dawn, Leng Xingyuan could no longer hold back his anxious mood, and eagerly begged the little monk to take him to find Qing Lu, but the little monk in the temple said that he could see Qing Lu if he wanted to.

Qing Luo, who had been notified in mutual persuasion, finally slowly appeared in the sight of the two, and the little monk immediately stepped forward slowly and shouted, "Master."

Under the introduction of the little monk, Leng Xingyuan finally knew that the person in front of him with shabby robes, sloppy robes, and dull eyes was the Qing madness that the little monk said.

Thinking that the other party saved him, Leng Xingyuan first thanked Qing Xuan, and then asked eagerly:

"Master Qingluo, did you find a young man about my age when you were with me, also dressed in black, and his whole body was covered with wounds?"

Qing Luo thought back for a moment and said: "When I met you, it was indeed two people, but the person named Zuo Leng you said had already died of anger when I met him, so the poor monk dug a pit on the spot and buried it."

Hearing Qing Lu's words, Leng Xingyuan was stunned at this moment as if he had lost his soul, but he kept muttering: "Zuo Leng is dead, he is already dead!"

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the young man's eyes, and suddenly Leng Xingyuan looked up and asked the sky: "Why is it him who died instead of me, a person whose soul is missing, who should not have survived in the world a long time ago!?"

Qing Yan glanced at the little monk, and the little monk immediately stepped forward to comfort him, but Leng Xingyuan did not react, and his heart had already been occupied by regret under the appearance of the dull wood......

Silently got up and walked forward, Leng Xingyuan's eyes changed from sharp to dull, and in a trance he remembered the scene when he first met Zuo Leng......

On a cold night, in the snow-covered alley, Leng Xingyuan, who was only five or six years old, silently followed Leng Xingyuan's father, and a slight sound of teeth chattering in the cold wind came into the ears of father and son.

Father Leng casually glanced at the little beggar who was squatting on the side of the road in the snow and was thinly dressed, it was this little beggar who was so cold that he was shivering all over his body and even his teeth were chattering, but Father Leng ignored it and continued, Leng Xingyuan had the courage to take a few more glances on the side, which was a slight stop.

When the young man heard the movement, he dodged and looked up at Leng Xingyuan, but he was timid and inferior, and he didn't dare to say a word of help even though the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew on his thin body!

Perhaps it was because he didn't speak, so Leng Xingyuan, who was only five or six years old, asked curiously, "Are you cold?"

The little beggar Nuo Nuo looked at the ground with low self-esteem for a long time and said, "Cold"

"Then why don't you shout for help from passers-by like the other beggars?"

The little beggar was silent again for a long time, choked up, and said, "Because I don't dare."

At this time, Leng Xing was far away, and in the cold night, he could clearly see the hot teardrops of the little beggar, like pearls with broken threads hitting the snow!

In an instant, Leng Xingyuan suddenly felt that his breathing became heavy, took a deep breath of cold air, Leng Xingyuan took off the cloak on his body, draped it on the little beggar and asked, "What's your name?"

The little beggar looked at the brand-new cloak on his body and held back tears and said, "I don't have a name!"

"It's okay, then you will be called Zuo Leng in the future, Zuo of the assistant, Leng Xingyuan."

Then the little beggar heard Leng Xingyuan shouting, "Father, I want to take him home, okay?"

"Haven't you already made a decision?" and asked me what to do!" Father Leng's fluttering voice drifted along the cold wind.

......

Leng Xingyuan, who had empty eyes, suddenly looked up at the sky again and muttered, "If I hadn't saved him that night, would he have frozen to death?"

There is another sentence in Leng Xingyuan's heart: If Zuo Leng would not be frozen to death that night, let him choose again, he would definitely be ruthless and indifferent like his father!

But no one answered Leng Xingyuan, the wind is still coming slowly, the clouds are still drifting leisurely, but there is no living person in this world from now on!

What a terrible thing this was for Leng Xingyuan, he never thought that death would sometimes be so sudden.

In the distance, Qing Du looked at Leng Xingyuan and sang softly: "The front heart is made, and the back heart is repaid, how can there be a time? If the front heart is not made, that is, the back heart has no retribution, and it is safe to see karma in vain?......