At night, the stars are shining brightly, in the woods on the outskirts of Luoyang City. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Deep in the darkness of the woods, an old monk in cloth sat cross-legged on a large rock, his body swinging in various postures.

I saw that the cloth-clothed old monk exuded a powerful true qi, and a gust of wind rolled around him, and the aura between heaven and earth gradually converged towards it, and the heavenly spirit above his head drilled into his body!

This cloth-clothed old monk is the evil monk of Ziwu!

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, his face turned pale for a while, and Ziwu Evil Monk's body trembled slightly, opened his eyes, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Why!

took out a folded robe from his arms, opened it, looked at the practice method on the robe, and said to himself with a hideous face.

Since he got the Pulp Washing Sutra, the Ziwu Evil Monk began to practice, but for some reason, whenever he followed the inner strength of the Pulp Washing Sutra, he would go mad!

What the hell is going on? Could it be that the secret book of this Sutra of Washing the Pulp is fake?

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Finally obtained the Pulp Cleansing Sutra, but the evil monk did not believe that it was fake! So he sat cross-legged and meditated again.

"Flutter!"

The true qi in the body traveled through the tendons and veins again according to the heart method of washing the marrow meridian, and the face of the evil monk Ziwu was painful, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood again!

"Ah!!h

The corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and the evil monk of Ziwu screamed frantically.

Throwing the robe in his hand into the night sky, Ziwu Evil Monk waved his five fingers, and the five true qi broke out of his fingers, shooting through the robe and splitting it apart!

"Hahaha! Wash the marrow sutra! Wash the marrow sutra! Dharma is boundless! Dharma is boundless!"

At this moment, due to the madness and the blow of not being able to cultivate the marrow washing scripture, the evil monk Ziwu went insane and became insane!

Standing up and glancing at the night sky, Ziwu Evil Monk tapped the big stone with his feet and floated into the distance!

...............

A few days later, the wind and the sun were beautiful, outside the gate of Jincheng City.

"Lin'er, we're here..."

Glancing at the city gate, Ouyang affectionately supported Zhao Lin'er and said.

On the same day, he was chased and killed by Bai Baijun, but fortunately the ghost mother-in-law came to the rescue, and now Zhao Lin'er is not only seriously injured, but although most of the poison in her body is resolved, there are still some toxins that have not been cleared.

Therefore, Ouyang Duoqing fled to Jincheng with Zhao Lin'er.

Hearing this, she glanced at Ouyang Affectionate, and Zhao Lin'er was indifferent.

Entering the city, walking in the crowded street market, in order not to let the people in the rivers and lakes find out, the two dressed up in disguise, with a hat on their heads, and lowered their heads to cover their faces.

"Brother Tai, do you know that a big event has happened on the rivers and lakes now?"

Suddenly, there was a laugh in my ears, and I saw two martial arts people standing next to the market, talking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes in a low voice.

"Oh, I've been outside the lower body recently, I don't know what happened?

Hearing this, one of the swordsmen asked suspiciously.

"The Funeral Flower Palace held a meeting of the rivers and lakes! The top names in the middle of the rivers and lakes all gathered here that day!"

Nodding, another middle-aged man holding a paper fan slowly narrated: "Zhao Lin'er, the palace master of the Burial Flower Palace, not only destroyed the stone village, but also killed Guan Daxia's father-in-law and wife, and he also poisoned Master Ziming of Shaolin Temple at the Jianghu Conference that day, and now he is like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and shouts to kill!"

Beside him, with a hat on his head to cover his face, hearing what these two people said, Zhao Lin Eryu clenched her hands and was angry in her heart.

"Lin'er, don't stay too long, let's go..."

Grabbing Zhao Lin'er's arm with a big hand, Ouyang was affectionate and hurriedly persuaded him.

Hearing this, he nodded his head and glanced at the two martial arts people, Zhao Lin'er lowered his hat and left quickly with Ouyang Duoqing.

After walking for a long time, the two came to an alley, and when they entered the alley, there was a lonely mansion.

"Knock! knock!"

Coming to the gate of the mansion, Ouyang Duoqing stretched out his big hand and knocked on the door.

"Squeak..."

After a few moments, the dilapidated door slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in white, holding a scroll in his hand.

"You... Looking for whom?"

The middle-aged man in white glanced at Ouyang Duoqing and Zhao Lin'er, who were wearing hats, and couldn't see the faces of the two clearly, so he asked suspiciously.

"Brother Wu..."

Looking around, seeing that there were no ears and eyes, Ouyang affectionately lifted the hat and shouted.

"Brother Ouyang!"

Seeing Ouyang amorous, the middle-aged man in white was startled at first, and then showed joy on his face.

This middle-aged man in white is Ouyang's amorous friend, Wu Yacha of Jincheng!

"Brother Ouyang, I didn't think you were still alive! I thought you were dead!"

Reaching out to grab Ouyang's amorous arm, Wu Yacha said excitedly.

After that, after glancing at Zhao Lin'er, Wu Yacha asked suspiciously: "Brother Ouyang, this is..."

"Brother Wu..."

took off the hat, revealing a pale face, and Zhao Lin'er called out.

"Miss Lin'er!"

Seeing Zhao Lin'er, Wu Ya was very excited, and immediately exclaimed.

Since he was amorous with Ouyang and rescued Zhao Lin'er together, Wu Yacha has fallen in love with Zhao Lin'er, but he is just an ordinary Yacha and has low self-esteem in his heart, so he silently puts his feelings in his heart and is no longer delusional.

But the emotional matter is uncontrollable after all, Wu Yacha has never forgotten Zhao Lin'er, but thinks about it for a long time, and misses it very much.

"Miss Lin'er, your face..."

After the surprise in his heart, when he saw the hideous scar on Zhao Lin'er's face, Wu Yacha showed a surprised look.

"Brother Wu, it's a long story, can you let us enter the mansion and talk about it again?"

Beside him, mentioning Zhao Lin'er's face, Ouyang sighed affectionately, then glanced around, and said softly.

"Hehe, it's my fault, please come in..."

Hearing this, Wu Yacha hurriedly turned sideways and stretched out his hand to invite the two of them into the mansion.

"Brother Ouyang, Miss Lin'er, you will live in my mansion... Don't worry, this place is very hidden, and the people in the rivers and lakes will not find your traces..."

Entering the mansion, he came to the somewhat old hall, and after listening to Ouyang's amorous narration, Wu Yacha immediately said.

"Brother Wu, if you don't have to, I won't come to you... I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you..."

Hearing this, he hugged his fists gratefully, and Ouyang said with a solemn face.

"It doesn't matter, although I am a small errand, but I am also a person in the court, and people in the rivers and lakes should be afraid of three points... You can rest assured..."

Waving his hand, Wu Yacha was not afraid, but said solemnly.

"So... Thank you, Brother Wu..."

Seeing this, it was not good to refuse again, Ouyang hugged his fists affectionately and said gratefully.

"Thank you, Brother Wu..."

Beside him, he tapped his head, and Zhao Lin'er also chanted.

Hearing this, Wu Yacha smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Lin'er, his eyes were full of pity.

............... (To be continued.) )