The cold wind gusted, the leaves were scarce, and the raging fire was in full swing.

The mottled and fractured walls of the houses groaned in the whistling of the wind.

Out of nowhere, a strange insect emerged from the trunk of the burnt tree, and the warmth of the flames made it misunderstand the season.

Spring is blooming, this is its illusion, the shivering body stands tall in the cold wind that hits from time to time, that is the power of hope!

Shengdi ran many steps in a row, and in the blink of an eye, he had already swept seven or eight feet away.

"You kid, why don't you know to chase him?"

The nun's temper was obviously irritable and straightforward, and when she saw Jiang Feng suddenly standing motionless in place, she couldn't help but yell at Jiang Feng.

The leaves fell, and the only surviving leaves on this big tree also slowly fell off, and they were not spared the inevitable end after all.

"Bang".

Suddenly, his body crashed to the ground, his previous speed causing him to slide far above the dirt-covered ground.

His eyes were round, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, until he died, he didn't think that Jiang Feng's sword had stabbed him. However, a little blush in the middle of the throat was like an epiphany blooming overnight, rapidly expanding and enlarging, staining the corners of the Victorious Truth's clothes and this innocent land.

"Amitabha! Good, good! The young man is really good at swordsmanship, forgive Dingyi and be clumsy, I don't know the young man's surname, which master's disciple is it?"

Dare to act, temperamental, these two words are Jiang Feng's evaluation of this first-time Dingyi master. It's just that the Hengshan faction is thousands of miles away, and why Dingyi Shitai appeared here is also a question for a while.

"It's not just Jiang Feng, a nobody in the rivers and lakes, I've seen Dingyi Shitai. ”

When reading the original work, Jiang Feng still had some admiration for this Dingyi Shitai, who was jealous and hateful, had a clear distinction between love and hate, and loved and cared for his disciples. At this time, Jiang Feng didn't bother to use any fake names, but the name of the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect was inconvenient to use anymore.

"Boom ......"

It was the sound of an object colliding with the ground after it hit the ground.

"Gollum ......"

As Jiang Feng and Dingyi Shitai turned their heads, they saw that it was a round wooden barrel lid that had landed, and after it landed, it rolled unwillingly around again and again.

With a round head, black hair, a pigtail tied at the back of the head, a cute little face that is white and red, and a pair of big black eyes blinking. However, the next moment, when her gaze swept over the burned ruins of the village, a stream of water vapor naturally blocked the luster in her eyes.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

After all, Master Dingyi was a monk, and with compassion, she immediately said the Buddha's name, and then strode out and came to the little girl who came out of the barrel.

"Sister, sister, I want sister, wow......"

Master Dingyi shook his head, sighed, took out the little girl who was crying, held her in his arms, patted her on the back and said, "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over!"

......

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dori Night, Amiri Dubharvi. Amirido, Sidhamva. Ami Wo, Vigaran Emperor. Amicando, Vigaranda. Gammi, Gagana, Taudo Gali, Sabha......"

There were too many corpses, and in order not to cause the plague, Jiang Feng and Dingyi Shitai had to gather the corpses in the village together for cremation.

A fire, a spell of death, under the sunset, the past follows the wind!

They are industrious, they are simple, they have no quarrel with the world, and they should be distorted by some people, and they will sleep here forever.

"The soul ascends to the nine heavens, the soul enters the nine sources, the living are miserable, and the dead are safe!" Jiang Feng muttered a passage of the Dead Man's Sutra, wishing them no more sorrow after death and enjoy peace.

The flames turned the corpse to ashes, and before the sky was completely dark, Master Dingyi took the little girl's hand and prepared to say goodbye to Jiang Feng at the entrance of the village.

Fate is such a thing, coming with the wind, going with the wind, you can't ask for it, you can't get rid of it.

The little girl's name is Dong Lin, and she has an older sister named Dong Bai, maybe, this is fate.

The Demon Monk Slaughter Village of the Blood Knife Gate was not an accident. In many places in eastern Yunzhou, some villages are destroyed every year by the Bloody Knife Gate.

According to Dong Lin's account, she couldn't find her parents in the chaos, and she was hidden by her sister in the wooden bucket that she usually used to hold swill. When Dong Bai was leaving, he told her that he would never come out until she came back to look for her.

However, how could a child stand the strange smell in the barrel? It was also this child's fortune that had a great fate, and when she finally couldn't hold back her back, the last demon monk of the Blood Sword Sect had already died under Jiang Feng's sword.

Master Dingyi, who originally traveled the world and understood the sufferings of all sentient beings, has long been accustomed to all the sufferings in the world.

Why Jiang Feng came here, Jiang Feng didn't say, and Master Dingyi naturally didn't dig into it. He is not destined to be a lonely Jianghu person, so he does not have to bring some unnecessary hidden dangers to this innocent little girl.

Dingyi is a good master, Dong Lin worships Hengshan, and he will never be unattended like himself.

"Amitabha, Jiang Shaoxia is extremely talented, has justice in his heart, and will definitely be able to shine a great brilliance for the martial arts in the future! If you have leisure in the future, you might as well come to my Jinzhou Hengshan line!"

"Thank you for your kindness, if you have a chance in the future, you will go to Hengshan to visit. ”

Suddenly, Dong Lin pulled the corner of Jiang Feng's clothes, and after Jiang Feng lowered his head, he blinked his eyes and said to Jiang Feng: "Brother Jiang Feng, then you must remember to bring my sister when you come!"

Jiang Feng bent down, touched Dong Lin's head, and said, "Okay, you have to listen to Mrs. Shi's words when you arrive in Hengshan, obediently, you know?"

After Dong Lin let out a firm "um", Jiang Feng straightened up and asked Mrs. Dingyi, "By the way, Mrs. Dingyi, Dong Lin will also become a monk in the future!"

"This is natural, according to the seniority of my Hengshan faction, her legal name will be Yilin in the future!"

"Yilin, it's really Yilin!" After Jiang Feng silently read the name Yilin in his heart, he suddenly came back to his senses and saluted at Dingyi Shitai, "Dingyi Shitai, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, we will have a period in the future!"

"Amitabha, Jiang Shaoxia take care all the way!"

"Goodbye, brother!"

Seeing the figures of Dingyi Shitai and Yilin gradually moving away, Jiang Feng led the horse and glanced at the village behind him.

Memories may be used to gradually forget, as the sun sets, the figure of Jiang Feng and the horse is getting longer and longer.

Since the snow-capped mountains, Jiang Feng has never drunk alcohol again, because wine will paralyze a swordsman's nerves and paralyze the sword in the swordsman's hand. But at this time, Jiang Feng suddenly wanted to drink.

I have a pot of wine, drink this river and lake together!