Zhao Ming stood at the door of the abbot's meditation room, and at this moment, the abbot in the room was still doing it with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, as if he was still meditating there as before, but this was when he stopped breathing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Ming looked at the already drowsy sky, and his heart was irritable, and Xuan Ci's request was still echoing in his ears......

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"At the beginning, I heard that you dared to go against my will to take the cheats and pills I left for my child, but I was very angry in my heart, and even wanted to kill you at the first time, not enough to estimate my identity later, hehe, maybe I still can't let go, and finally found the eighteen guys, they are the eighteen bronze people of the back mountain hand Dharma Cave, and it can be regarded as the power of the inner courtyard, I also spent a lot of money to let them leave the Dharma Cave once, but I didn't expect your strength to be so outstanding, I had no choice but to take action myself, I thought about killing you at the time, but I didn't expect it......" After speaking, Xuan Ci glanced at Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming's face was still extremely cold, and when Xuan Ci said this, Zhao Ming's eyes even showed a hint of fierceness.

Seeing this, Xuan Ci hurriedly continued: "Eh...... It's useless to say this now, since it has happened, I won't quibble about anything, I know you must be because that woman is, I can understand your feelings, but I don't have your courage, back then... If I can resist the temptation of this position, perhaps, Erniang and I can live a good life all these years, and our children should start a family now......" After speaking, Xuan Ci's face was yearning, but in the end it turned into a bitter smile.

Zhao Ming wasn't interested in Xuan Ci's story, but he didn't bother the old man talking to himself.

However, Xuan Ci seemed to have finished telling his story, and he waited for half a sound, and Xuan Ci did not speak again.

Just when Zhao Ming frowned and was about to move forward, Xuan Ci suddenly opened his eyes and said: "I still can't let go, vain, I beg you to be able to find my child and put him in the hands of his mother, even if we can't be reunited in the family in this life, I can't let their mother and son not see each other for the rest of their lives, this... Even if it's my Xuan Ci's last request......" After speaking, Xuan Ci looked at Zhao Ming with sad eyes.

Zhao Ming's heart couldn't help but tremble when he saw Xuan Ci's gaze, and Zhao Ming, who was about to make a move, stopped suddenly.

Xuan Ci didn't speak again, Zhao Ming didn't reply, and the meditation room suddenly fell into an incomparable silence.

After half a ring, Zhao Ming finally nodded, and seeing Zhao Ming nodding, Xuan Ci's heart seemed to be relaxed all of a sudden, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, and his face became flushed.

Zhao Minggang wanted to say something, but at this moment, Xuan Ci slowly closed his eyes, and the hand that was originally placed on his chest slowly fell to his legs......

Zhao Ming couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, and then his face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, but at this moment, Xuan Ci had already died of breath.

At this time, Zhao Ming knew that in fact, Xuan Ci had already cut off his heart before, but he still couldn't let go of it in his heart, so he forced himself to say his last wish, knowing that he promised him, he would relax, and that moment was also the time when he died......

Zhao Ming looked at Xuan Ci who was still smiling at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart, if he stood in Xuan Ci's point of view, even Zhao Ming himself couldn't do better than this, could he be able to see that the things he prepared for his wife and son were used by outsiders? Zhao Ming thought about it, he couldn't do it, maybe he did it more hateful and direct than this Xuan Ci abbot, but ...... He is not Xuan Ci, he also has his own love and hatred, and the final outcome still can't be changed......

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Zhao Ming didn't continue to stay in the abbot's courtyard for longer, turned around and looked at Xuan Ci, who was still sitting there, and walked directly towards the outside of the courtyard.

Walking out of the mountain gate all the way, Zhao Ming glanced back.

"Maybe the next time I come back, it's already a place of people......." Zhao Ming looked at the unchanged Shaolin Temple plaque, and couldn't help but feel in his heart.

The purpose of his trip to the mountain this time has been achieved, and it can be regarded as a matter of his own heart, and the answers he wants to get have been obtained from Lingzhi, so he naturally no longer continues to stay here, recalling the scene when he met Lingzhi, Zhao Ming's face couldn't help but sink again.

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"If you want to seek revenge from Xuanci's master and nephew, I don't care, but Xuanci is my Shaolin abbot after all, if you kill me so openly, where should I put my Shaolin face?" Lingzhi took a fancy to the young overly powerful but powerful little monk in front of him, and slowly said his answer.

Zhao Mingzi's heart couldn't help but sink after hearing Lingzhi's words, he could not care about the death of one of Xuanci's words, but Xuanci's identity was still the abbot of Shaolin, which represented the face of Shaolin, and he had to take care of it, so he didn't want to protect Xuanci.

Zhao Ming took a fancy to the old monk in front of him, the mood in his eyes kept changing, and finally turned into a helpless wry smile, although his strength has made great progress in the past few months, but when he saw Lingzhi, he knew that he was still not the enemy of Yihe in the hands of Lingzhi, and the gap between the innate and the acquired would never be known if he did not take that step, at least he thought that he had no opponent the day after tomorrow, but he felt a little breathless when facing Lingzhi.

"How can you promise not to interfere in this matter and make it impossible for others to interfere......" Zhao Ming was silent for a while and finally spoke.

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Lingzhi's originally smiling face suddenly smiled even more, and he said without hesitation at all: "I hope you can always be a disciple of Shaolin, remember, you are a disciple of Shaolin......"

Zhao Ming's heart couldn't help but tremble when he heard Lingzhi's words, the corners of his mouth trembled, but in the end he didn't say a word, looking at the old monk in front of him with complicated eyes, Zhao Ming's heart was extremely entangled.

Of course, Lingzhi's words can't be as simple as they seem, if he agrees, then the so-called vulgarity or starting a new stove is simply delusional, at least don't think about it before he doesn't have that kind of strength, he doesn't feel that he has the strength to face the wrath of Shaolin from the five congenital powerhouses. (To be continued.) )