It was the old monk who fell from the mist!

The pitch-black knife sank into its scabbard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The old monk held the scabbard in his left hand and a pile of blood-red things in his right hand, and the monk's robe on his body had already been shattered.

The ink in Xiao Yanwang's hand unfolded, and the smile on his face became even worse, and he said: "If you come back at this time, it means that he has lost." ”

The old monk looked at the little Yan King in front of him, remained silent, and said, "I have paid off your father's favor, and you will leave by yourself." ”

There was not much politeness in the words.

"Hmph, this place is very deserted, I want this son to stay, but I don't want to, let the moon go to the Taishou Mansion with this son, and this son will prepare a big gift!"

King Xiaoyan pursed his lips, he had never seen an old monk who walked away, but he was not good at attacking, this old monk had a strange temper, and he called himself 'I' for a while, and he called himself 'poor monk' for a while.

Who knows if this old monk will cut off his head in a fit of rage.

Mu Xiaokui looked at the direction of Xiao Yan Wang who had disappeared into the darkness and cursed.

"The old lady hoped that a thunderbolt would fall from the sky and split the two into ashes. ”

It's a pity that autumn and winter are in full bloom, where will there be thunder and lightning?

Ji Chen chuckled and said, "These two didn't provoke you?"

"The old lady just can't get used to it. Mu Xiaokui said fiercely.

The old monk threw aside the blood-red thing in his hand, and the blood-red thing was half a palm.

The battle in the mist, everyone saw it really, presumably it must have been Zheng Tianyue's bare hands that forcibly connected the old monk's soul chasing sheath, and was cut off half of the palm of the old monk's hand by killing Bodhi with one move.

The old monk's body was unstable, and Mu Xiaokui hurriedly came to support the old monk.

At this time, Mu Xiaokui realized how thin this old monk was, and there was no doubt about the dried corpse.

But in such a thin body, thousands of swords erupted.

The old monk sat down, looked at Shenyue Lake, couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed: "In the past, there was this Deyue Tower, which would make this Shenyue Lake a little angry, but now I'm afraid there is nothing." ”

Above Shenyue Lake, there is still heavy rain, and the lake water is slowly rising.

Mu Xiaokui said a little unhappily: "That's not because of you? In these years, if you can't make a move, you are embarrassed to say that you are going to the rivers and lakes." Look at the top of the Forbidden City, the battle of the full moon, and I didn't see those two people destroying the Forbidden City. What's even more odious is that this Deyue Tower collapsed because of you, and you still say these hypocritical words. ”

The old monk didn't expect Mu Xiaokui to say such a thing in his mouth, it was not half-unreasonable, and when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help laughing, and the old monk smiled: "What the little girl said is that the little girl doesn't want to cut out thousands of troops with one sword?"

Mu Xiaokui shook her head decisively: "I don't want to! Even if you split a thousand troops and horses, you can't defeat the enemy, what's the use." ”

The old monk pointed to the half-cut palm on the side and asked, "If I cut off half of his palm, I can't defeat him?"

Mu Xiaokui said: "Of course not, if you have the ability, you should cut off his head." ”

When this sentence was said, there was no trace of killing intent in Mu Xiaokui's eyes.

The old monk asked, "Why should I cut off his head, I have no grudge against him, little girl, are you willing to cut off the head of an unknown person?"

This time it was Mu Xiaokui's turn to answer, so she could only say hesitantly: "I...... Lady I ......."

The old monk exhaled a breath from his mouth, blowing the fog above out of a path, a path for the moonlight to fall.

There was sadness in the eyes of the old monk, and asked Mu Xiaokui, preaching: "Women are weak, you can't fight for a long time, this soul chasing is very suitable for you, in the future, you can only practice drawing a knife, defeat the enemy with one move, before drawing the knife, the heart is like water, the momentum of a thousand blades, between the fingers." ”

"You need to remember that killing Bodhi can only be understood, not spoken. Forget its form, take its god. ”

The old monk's words are clear and clear, and anyone can understand them.

Mu Xiaokui looked at the old monk gratefully and said, "I've been taught!"

Mu Xiaokui brought Ji Chen, and said with a sly look in his eyes: "Since the master has instructed me, I will point out this kid one or two." It doesn't take much time. ”

Ji Chen is different, he didn't expect that this Mu Xiaokui would become so shrewd, knowing that this old monk's guidance is better than reading the rivers and lakes for ten years.

Ji Chen bowed down to ask for advice, but the old monk didn't want to look at Ji Chen, and snorted coldly.

"This kid, I can't teach it!"

Mu Xiaokui got up anxiously and asked: "Why can't you teach it, my uncle said that he has excellent qualifications and is a good wood, if he carves it, it must be a good tool." ”

The old monk glanced at the half-cut palm beside him, and suddenly saw that it was not pleasing to the eye, and with a big wave of his hand, he threw the half-cut palm into the lake.

"If you can't teach, you can't teach. This stinky boy is a miscellaneous learner, where do you let me start teaching? Besides, I am a sword-maker, and he uses a sword, so could it be that I should teach him to use this sword as a sword?"

Mu Xiaokui thought about it, but it also made some sense, and said: "Then it's good for you to talk to him, master." ”

"Tell me?" the old monk wondered.

"Well, even scolding him is good. Mu Xiaokui nodded.

The old monk thought for a while and said: "I haven't scolded people for forty years, and I won't scold people today, but stinky boy, let me tell you, there are many masters of swords in the world like stars, but there are only a few who can get the Great Dao, and some have already established sects, such as Zhenwu's Mowu swordsmanship, Taibai's traceless sword intent, Songhai's sword knocking on the three mountains, and ......."

The old monk paused, his eyes were full of admiration, and what could make the old monk show such a look must be a first-class move

Old monk: "There are also the Seven Swords of the Heavenly Dao, these are all excellent swordsmanship, if you can get one of them, it will not be a problem to become famous in the world." Then there are those lone rangers, the sword moves in their hands are weird, although they are some wild paths, but their power should not be underestimated. ”

Ji Chen kept these things in mind, in fact, he knew these when he went down the mountain, but the road had to be walked step by step, and he couldn't come in a hurry.

The old monk suddenly looked up at Ji Chen, and said with a smile: "But you kid is interesting, although you learn a lot of things, but watching you breathe in an orderly manner, the internal force and true qi are like a stream flowing slowly, interesting!"

At this moment, the fog in the Shenyue Lake roared, swept across the sky, and dissipated.

Also a Qingming world!

In the middle of the lake stood a man with his left hand drenched in blood, staining the lake beneath him red.

It's that Zheng Tianyue!

It turned out that he was not dead yet, Zheng Tianyue had a magnificent face, and the old monk who was staring at the head of the Buddha roared angrily: "Kill Bodhi, this beam is over!"

"It's obvious that you made the first move, but now it's the master who blames you. It's shameless!" In the face of such a character, only Mu Xiaokui could open his mouth and reprimand angrily.

Zheng Tianyue's face was cloudy, his body moved, and he walked towards the bright moon in the West Mountain.

Mu Xiaokui stomped her feet, pointed at the master and said, "You said you, wouldn't it save a lot of things to kill him, now it's okay, I can't sleep well." ”

The old monk shook his head: "How can the monks kill, the poor monk will ask the two donors to see the scene, and you will leave." ”

I saw the direction of the Buddha's head, the sky was full of red clouds, and the sea was full of golden waves. If the red sun is a shy girl, the vast sky is filled with a thin layer of mist, which is the veil of a girl!

Crystal dazzling!

At this time, a trace of blood-red light waves came in from the white of the sun, radiating ten thousand rays of light. The sun shines through the trees, through the morning mist densely and obliquely sprinkles the earth, and a colorful oil painting hangs on the horizon, graceful and dazzling!

The Red Sun will not be stingy with its own light in the slightest, making this Shenyue Lake glow with Ling Ling waves.