Xu Feilong stood up, slapped his palm on the other party's heavenly spirit cover, and muttered: "Brother, who told you bad luck Don't blame me for being too ruthless and not killing you, but leaving an idiot to ask those people for a confession can make them suspicious, so as to add fuel to the fire." Sorry for the fastest update

Of course he knows this benevolent brother, this guy used to stand behind the conjuring ghost during the day, and he had followed him for a long time not long ago, obviously he was a master of tracking on the side of Shadowless Langjun, and if he abolished this benevolent brother, the person of Shadowless Langjun must have decided that he was a poisonous hand under the demon road.

It was already dark when I left the alley, I spent 100 copper coins in a restaurant, bought a package of vegetarian vegetables and a bowl of white rice, and went away from the street to the lower courtyard of the Hundred Years Old Palace, and took a place under the ancient pine next to the stone steps, while eating, I paid attention to the movement on the road. The surrounding fasting rice is also a must, and it tastes unique.

The flat stone pavement is empty, and people can not only see it clearly, but also hear footsteps in the distance. It is convenient to prepare in advance.

In front, you can also see the lights in front of the temple hundreds of meters away.

Behind, you can see the door lamps of the half-mile Vuldo Hall and the Taibai Study Hall, and you can vaguely see that there are people wandering in the Dragon Girl Spring in front of the study hall, and there seem to be people shaking in front of the Dragon Cave next to the stream.

I'm afraid that many people can't sleep well tonight, and many people can't see the rising sun. Well, maybe I'm one of them. Xu Feilong muttered to himself in his heart, and a faint sentimentality and a faint loneliness swelled up for no reason.

For many years, the rivers and lakes have been running all over the warmth and coldness of people, and they have always dealt with death from birth to death. Regrettably, nothing seems to have been achieved so far. Although his life is colorful, full of excitement and adventurous satisfaction, but he still can't forget the faint loneliness when he dreams back late at night.

Should I find time to go to Taiyuan Xu Feilong muttered to the sky.

There were people waiting for him to go back, and he didn't go there during the Chinese New Year, and in retrospect it seemed that a long time had passed.

Alas, it seems like it's been a long time since we were separated, and I really should go back. He muttered to himself in a low voice.

Sister Qin's appearance seems to have appeared in a hallucination.

It's still so moving, so lovable. It seems that Xu Feilong really needs a woman.

Alas, isn't it really troublesome that the Heavenly King hid in that ghost place and showed up early

However, Xu Feilong finally has a suspicious clue to pursue.

The people of the Ji family in Yixiu Mountain Villa actually knew Taiyi Xuangong, which was the secret science of the King of Hun Tian.

However, the Demon Sword Ji Hong, the owner of Yixiu Mountain Villa, was not that person.

Is that old master Bi he?

However, the mandarin duck array posed by the two swordsmen who shouted at the underworld group was indeed the martial arts posture that King Hun Tian revealed when he was in the army.

Therefore. He can't startle the snake, there is only one way to find out the whereabouts of the Hun Heavenly King, and that is to wait for the people from Yixiu Villa to come to Jiuhua to appear.

Also, the phalanx of the group of young people in Dongliu Tianluo is also a bit like the offensive formation of the pro-army of the King of Hun Tianluo back then, and this clue cannot be let go. It would be nice if Uncle Cheng was here, I don't have much experience in distinguishing this

Of course, there are many sects in the martial arts because of the large number of disciples under them, and it is very common to practice sword formations.

But the sword formation of the sect is significantly different from the sword formation of the army.

The sword formation of the martial arts sect is full of tricks, emphasizing changes and matching positions, saying what strange yin and yang, shengke and other rhetoric.

In the tide of soldiers and horses, there is no opportunity to show tricks, there is no wide space to move and change, as soon as the sword comes out, either you die or I live, who can still jump and jump for three or two days and nights, I am afraid that I can't even climb anymore, and what is the strange yin and yang Shengke, so the owner of Ji Zhuang showed the mandarin duck array, and the people of Dongliu Tianluo put out a phalanx, and suppressed the underworld heroes in terms of spirit, and suppressed these rabble with murderous spirit. It's not easy.

A tiger roar and a piercing roar of an ape came from the valley, interrupting his meditation and dispelling his hallucinations.

He looked up at the bright stars in the sky, and couldn't help but whisper: Even if I want to break my head here, it's useless, I can only continue to watch. I don't believe they won't show their feet.

After eating in a hurry, he rested comfortably against the tree.

Suddenly, the sound of bamboo canes dotting stones sounded in the distance. Juryuan direction. A dark shadow slowly approached. Approaching to a distance of twenty meters. Fang saw that he was an elderly monk.

Oh, this bodhisattva is coming. Looks like it's time for the cripple to come, too. He muttered to himself.

The old monk approached, stopped and looked up at the lower courtyard of the Hundred Years Old Palace for a moment.

The courtyard door is closed, and there is no sign of people.

Under the starlight, he could see clearly the thin face of the old monk, and the gray longevity eyebrows were special, which was really a bit of a bodhisattva's style.

Wearing a gray robe, it shows a highly respected identity, and also shows that this is a high-ranking monk.

The man was holding a pale yellow Arhat bamboo cane in his right hand, with a small package under his rib.

In his left hand, he holds a medium-sized bowl that seems to contain food.

There was a water hyacinth hanging on his waist, and when he walked, he could even hear the sound of water immediately.

On the monk's back, there is a large futon with a thickness of inches, which has become black and brown. Obviously used regularly.

The old monk looked at the mountain gate in front of him and shook his head, then slowly paced to another ancient pine on Xu Feilong's left, recited a Buddha name, leisurely put down the bowl cane wrap, and placed it neatly under the tree, all the movements were completed slowly, showing the bearing of a family member who was vacant everywhere.

Xu Feilong, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, smiled secretly in his heart, and said: This monk is really hateful, he is clearly showing me, but he has to play a good trick on him. I want him to know that I, Xu Feilong, am not muddy. The thoughts just now obviously made Xu Feilong lose his former calmness.

The old monk slowly took off the futon behind his back, unfolded it and placed it on the ground, and recited at the same time: sit on the altar of the nun and nourish the heart and seedlings, unfold the holy place, and hold the command. , Tanbo Tanbo, Article 24 of the Suppa Hasha Ritual of the Dharma

Hey, hey, Xu Feilong opened his voice and said: Old monk, how can you unfold your footwear here?

What advice does the benefactor of Amitabha Buddha have, why can't I open it here, and the old monk asked rhetorically.

You see. Xu Feilong patted the gourd in his waist: I brought wine, the monks are not close to wine, you can sit here

Amitabha Buddha sat down a little bit. The old monk Mu said expressionlessly, slowly packed up his things, moved to another ancient pine, and everything stopped, re-unfolded his seat, re-chanted the law, and slowly lowered the futon. To be continued.