Soon this land that was once soaked in blood returned to calm, and there were no corpses all over the ground, and there were no remnants of short swords, but the horror and blood of death could still be seen on the land under the blood coagulation, and I didn't know what happened here?

Looking at the figures of several major sects hurrying to Shaolin, three familiar figures appeared in the sunset, the Ten Elders of the Demon and the two of Guangyun.

The remnant sun is like blood, because its color is so close to the color of blood, and the evil laugh, the smile in the place of the dead, is destined to be evil.

Guang asked suspiciously, "Elder, are you sure that Master Huaiyin will come forward this time?"

Elder Ten of the Demon Sect smiled confidently and said: "Now the heads of the major sects are in our hands, the Central Plains Martial Arts is already a group of dragons without a leader, and the Nanyang Sword Sect is almost wiped out, this account will eventually be counted on the head of the Nanmeng City, since there is an account, the person who needs to settle the account, Shaolin is undoubtedly the only person in the martial arts who is worthy and dares to settle accounts with the Nanmeng City, so he will definitely go!"

Yun asked, "So what do we do next?"

Mo Shi smiled and said, "We have worked hard to prepare for this scene, and now we should also talk about watching the play." ”

After that, the three of them stopped talking, looking at the remnant sun being swallowed up by the night little by little, they didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, maybe there was still something in their hearts that they couldn't rest assured?

In the mountains and forests, it is always two hours earlier than the outside world, when the disciples of the four major sects arrived at the gate of the Shaolin Temple, it was almost late at night, the empty temple was unusually quiet without a trace of noise, and the sound of insects and birds in the mountains and forests was in the ears.

"Knock knock" A few hurried knocks on the door disturbed the peace and tranquility, the little novice who guarded the door rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned and walked forward to open the door.

Xiao Shami asked, "Do you have anything important to do when you come to Shaolin so late?"

Several people from the rivers and lakes pushed open the gate of the Shaolin Temple and swarmed in.

Xiao Shami said helplessly: "All the donors have rested in our courtyard, you might as well rest for another night, and tell the abbot master tomorrow if there is anything!"

A big man hurriedly grabbed the little novice and said, "The little monk hurry up and let the Shaolin abbot come out, we have something important to discuss, don't delay." ”

Xiao Shami is also in a dilemma, it is really inconvenient for him to disturb the sleeping abbot of Huaiyin at such a late hour, but this group of people seems to be in a rage if they don't see the abbot tonight.

At the time of crisis, the lights in various parts of the temple suddenly turned on as if it was daytime, and the Shaolin monks rushed out to surround this group of people from the rivers and lakes.

"Amitabha, everyone put away their blades!" As soon as the words fell, an old monk with a rickety body appeared in front of everyone, although he was old, Master Huaiyin had a ruddy complexion, his body was still healthy, and his voice was extremely loud.

Seeing Master Huaiyin, the people in the rivers and lakes who were still shouting instantly quieted down, and they knelt on the ground as if they had discussed it.

A person who looked like a Taoist said: "Martial arts has made a storm again, and I also ask Huaiyin to come forward to preside over the overall situation!"

Master Huaiyin hurriedly stepped forward to help the Taoist leader, and also let the group of kneeling people in the rivers and lakes get up. Master Huaiyin said: "Shaolin has been connected with the Central Plains martial arts since ancient times, and it is impossible for Shaolin to sit idly by and ignore something in the Central Plains martial arts. ”

The Taoist chief said: "With the abbot's words, we will be relieved!"

Master Huaiyin asked, "I don't know why you visited the Shaolin Institute late at night? What is the matter with the resurgence of the rivers and lakes in the mouth of the Taoist chief? ”

The Taoist chief sighed and said: "It's a shame to say! At that time, the head of the sect and the heads of the other four factions agreed to go to Shaolin in Chongyang Qi, presumably the abbot was also in love. It's just that they haven't returned, more than ten days have passed, and I heard that they have all been killed in Nanmeng City. ”

Master Huaiyin said: "You are all people who have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, how can such gossip be credulous?"

The Taoist chief said: "At first, we were also suspicious and uncertain, so we made an appointment to gather at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain at sunset today. The brothers of the Nanyang Sword Sect arrived a few hours before us, so they waited for us at the foot of the mountain, who knew this"

Thinking of the brothers who died tragically in the Nanyang Sword Sect, the Dao Chief's words were a little choked.

A big man behind him stood up and said, "By the time we arrived at the foot of the mountain, dozens of brothers from the Nanyang Sword Sect had already died tragically under the swords of Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong. ”

Master Huaiyin asked, "How can you be sure that it was Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong who did it?"

Dahan said: "When I arrived, I saw the two of them standing in a pool of blood, and there were sword scars on the body of the brothers of the Nanyang Sword Sect, and only the Soul Absolute Sword and the Qingyan Sword could do it in the whole world, we were preparing to chase, how could the two of them flee on horseback? So I went up the mountain and asked the abbot to decide!"

If he was restless and couldn't sleep at night in the past few days, he would be even more anxious when he thought of the many strange Huaiyin masters in the rivers and lakes.

He firmly believed that the two teenagers in Nanmeng City were innocent, but he couldn't figure out the mystery of this.

Master Huaiyin whispered secretly in his heart: "If the culprit of all this is Nanmeng City, then why is it necessary for Wen and Duan to come to the foot of Shaomu Mountain to kill people? Are they really provoking the Central Plains Martial Arts? If all this is a conspiracy, since the two of them have already arrived at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, why don't they go up the mountain with everyone to explain the reason? Or is there a bitterness in this in addition to conspiracy?"

In the heart of Master Huaiyin, a series of questions arose, and now even he can't guess this river and lake, so the only way is to wade into the rivers and lakes to find out!

After thinking for a long time, Master Huaiyin said: "Everyone came from afar, it is late at night, everyone calms down a little and rests here for a night, and tomorrow morning Shaolin Temple will accompany everyone to look at Nanmeng City." ”

Waiting for Master Huaiyin's words, this group of people in the rivers and lakes also felt a lot more at ease, and everyone did not make any more noise and words, and went to the major wings to rest under the leadership of the disciples of the temple.

After waiting for everyone to rest, there was not a sound in the empty temple, but there was one person who had not yet slept.

Under the moonlight, with his rickety figure and deep eyes, he was worried, anxious, and questioning.

Looking at Xingyue and Master Huaiyin, he muttered to himself: "The heads of the major sects must still be alive, why haven't they returned for a long time? Wen Duan and the others will not embarrass them, and Senior Brother Huaiyin is not a pedantic person who is messing around, could it be that they encountered something on the way back? Who in the rivers and lakes wants to fight against the rivers and lakes?"

Master Huaiyin seemed to understand something? Did he dare not say or believe the unfinished words? Why did there be a frightened expression in his eyes, there were not many people and things that could move Master Huaiyin of Shaolin.

The morning light does not appear because there is killing today and death today, it descends on the earth as promised, piercing the night, waking up every sleeping corner.

Master Huaiyin walked in front with the Shaolin disciples, and the disciples of Wudang, Emei, Dongyue, and Xiling followed behind, and a group of several hundred people hurried in the direction of Nanmeng City.

After they were far away, the Demon Ten Elders and Guangyun reappeared.

A figure loomed on the mountainside in the distance, very familiar but very vague, he was smiling but laughing anxiously, he was very sad but very sad.

He was only a few hundred steps away from the Demon Ten Elders, and if he could not be discovered at such a close distance, it could be seen that his martial arts were high, who was he? He was good or bad, and would he participate in this conspiracy of the rivers and lakes?

He wouldn't kill people because he didn't have anything in his hand, no sword, no sword? Since he couldn't kill people, he had nothing to do with the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the two young heroes of SAARC City should be most worried, because of justice, they are doing things that are not suitable for their age, because of their age, they have to let the conspiracy lead the way, because they are stubborn and like unyielding resistance and struggle.

Above the city tower, Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong looked into the distance, from early morning to dusk, from morning to sunset, they looked up quietly. The field of vision can reach thousands of miles, but perhaps they don't know what they are looking at now, and what they are seeing? If a person has something in his heart, his vision will naturally become short-sighted.

They just look into the distance, without communication, without expression, and have no way but to wait for them, because if they take one wrong step, someone will die because of them.

When night fell on the earth, Wen Yunfeng shuddered, looked at the moon rising in the sky and said, "Second brother, let's go!"

Duan Yunhong said coldly: "Brother Wen, go back first! I want to stay a little longer!"

Wen Yunfeng didn't stop and persuade, the most annoying thing when a person wants to be quiet is that someone is talking next to him, even the closest person is not allowed! Wen Yunfeng understands Duan Yunhong, so he won't bother, maybe no one in this world cherishes Nanmeng City more than Duan Yunhong, because he has nothing now, what should be lost and what should not be lost is lost, only the original and truest covenant, so he can't let go of Nanmeng City more than anything.

Walking on the streets of Nanmeng City, looking at the houses and washers on both sides, the sound of babies crying was heard from time to time, followed by the sound of men and women coaxing babies to sleep together.

These voices pierced Wen Yunfeng's heart deeply, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Wen Yunfeng and his sword are the coldest and most ruthless in the world, but the world does not know that he longs for a home and an ordinary life more than anyone else.

Listening to such a beautiful voice, the corners of Wen Yunfeng's mouth rose and muttered: "Only you can cry when you want to cry and laugh when you want, Lin Er, I finally know why you are so eager for a home? It turns out that this sound is so beautiful, I didn't know what home is, but I know that this is home." ”

Thinking of this, Wen Yunfeng ran towards Duan Mansion like crazy, because there lived a woman who was afraid of him and had no regrets.

No matter what happens tomorrow, at least now Wen Yunfeng can be an ordinary person regardless of any hero, what conspiracy, or what killing!

The rivers and lakes make the two of them beautiful, and they also let them fall into it, no matter how they run and catch up?