The dead leaves rustled, and in the cold winter at this time, the northwest wind should have been blowing, but everyone in Lujiazhuang suddenly felt that the wind direction had changed. Non-East Africa, West Africa, South Africa, and North Africa, the slightest coolness lingered around everyone in the village, and many female relatives in Lujiazhuang couldn't help but shiver.

Yun Xiao walked towards the crazy man step by step, his right hand was slightly raised, and the real air in his palm swirled, and under the illumination of the daylight, it even emitted a light visible to the naked eye.

The crazy man lay on the ground, Yun Xiao's blow did not leave his hand before, and now although he is not dead, he is also disabled. The mad man ignored the oncoming danger and just kept chanting the name "Yuan Jun" in his mouth.

Walking in front of the crazy man, Yun Xiao aimed his right hand at the crazy man's head, and the air flow between his palms blew away the crazy man's messy hair, revealing a face that was young but indeed old.

With a slight movement of his five fingers, Yun Xiao was about to press it with a palm, and suddenly a voice came from behind him, "Amitabha!"

Yun Xiao's eyes changed slightly, this Buddha horn could actually shake his mind and shake his murderous intent. Suddenly, Yun Xiao felt something attack behind him, instinctively, Yun Xiao turned around and slapped it with one palm.

With a "boom", a figure completely collapsed the crumbling pavilion in the village, and at the same time, a robe in front of Yun Xiao was scattered in all directions.

"Brother Yun!" Seeing someone sneaking up on Yun Xiao, Huang Rong suddenly panicked, and a flash instantly appeared next to Yun Xiao, checking Yun Xiao's body up and down.

"I'm fine. A hand suddenly stroked the top of his head, and at the same time, the familiar and gentle voice came into Huang Rong's ears, Huang Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help hugging Yun Xiao tightly.

Feeling the power of the wound around his waist, although Yun Xiao has long been free from cold and heat, at this moment, he still feels a strong warmth, it is good to be liked by a person, and it is also good to be cared for by a person. It's better to be cared for by someone you like.

Gently patted Huang Rong's back, and whispered a few words of comfort, Huang Rong finally let go, and suddenly remembered that she actually took the initiative to hug Yun Xiao in front of the public, Huang Rong felt a fever on her face.

The gazebo collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust, and in the ruins, a white-clothed monk was falling. The monk laughed while coughing and vomiting blood. "Thank you for your mercy!"

Yun Xiao felt that this monk was very strange, "Be merciful, great monk." You can't survive your injuries tonight, and you want to thank me?"

"Uncle Shi!" A middle-aged woman suddenly appeared at the gate of the manor, and when the woman came in, she saw the monk who had fallen in the pavilion, and walked over quickly to help him up.

"Ahem, Sanniang, don't worry about me, go see how the three links are!" The monk was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he insisted on saying to the middle-aged woman.

When the middle-aged woman heard the name of the three links, she immediately looked around the village. Sure enough, on the other side, I saw the crazy man who fell to the ground, and I looked back at the monk again, and I didn't know if I should go over.

"Go ahead. I'm fine. "The monk said.

The middle-aged woman hesitated again and again, and finally put down the monk and rushed to the crazy man's side, wanting to help the crazy man up. Suddenly, hearing the name of another woman still on his lips, the middle-aged woman couldn't help crying.

"Evil!" the middle-aged woman cried and scolded.

"He made the first move, I can't complain about my brother Yun!" Huang Rong heard the middle-aged woman's scolding. I couldn't help but say.

"Ahem, ahem, it's not you who she's talking about!" The monk staggered up at some point, and at the same time walked towards the crazy man, and when he walked to Yun Xiao's side, he suddenly stopped.

The monk said, "The donor is young, but he has such a cultivation, I don't know which one of the beggars in the east and the west is poisonous?"

Yun Xiao looked at the monk and said, "Why don't you have the Southern Emperor and the Zhongshentong?"

The monk said with a smile, "Zhongshentong Chongyang Zhenren's disciples are all Taoist priests who cultivate Qing, and they don't look like the benefactor like a flower." ”

Yun Xiao suddenly felt that this monk was very interesting, and it was a pity that he died like this. "Then why did you also exclude the Southern Emperor?" When he said this, Yun Xiao's right palm was already against the monk's chest.

Feeling that Yun Xiao's true qi was healing him, the monk looked at Yun Xiao's eyes and showed a strange look, "I'm afraid the donor doesn't know who the poor monk is." ”

Yun Xiao smiled, "Are you the Southern Emperor?"

The monk shook his head and said, "No, the poor monk is the abbot of Tianlong Temple, and as for the Southern Emperor Duan, he is my junior brother according to his generation! I have never heard my junior brother talk about it, he has such an apprentice as you!"

Yun Xiao nodded, "Master has good eyesight, then, can Master continue to guess who I am?"

The monk smiled, "The donor intends to test the poorer monks, I couldn't guess it before, but now, it's already certain." ”

Hearing Yichen's self-introduction, Yun Xiao was surprised a lot, Tianlong Temple is Dali Temple, and it is also a martial arts sect similar to Shaolin Temple, why did the abbot of Tianlong Temple come here?

Yichen suddenly glanced at the crazy man, and then said to Yun Xiao, "If the poor monk is right, can the donor spare my master and nephew?"

Hearing that the crazy man was Yichen's nephew, Yun Xiao was surprised again, "This person is actually your nephew?"

Yichen said, "His master is my junior brother, and he is also the Southern Emperor in your mouth, he is known as Wu Santong, hey, if it weren't for that injustice, he wouldn't have become like this." All this, perhaps, is also to blame on the poor monks. ”

Wu Santong, whether it is the Condor or the Condor, there are not many scenes, and it is not as good as his two sons, compared to Yun Xiao's hundreds of years of memory, how can this kind of person who is not interested in him at all remember at any time!

Yun Xiao nodded and said, "If you guess correctly, I will spare him again." ”

Yichen said, "The Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, has been a chivalrous man all his life, and if he accepts apprentices, he will inevitably only accept people with chivalrous hearts." This is not like the donor. ”

Yun Xiao smiled, "Are you accusing me of being too vicious? Then you're not afraid that I'll be angry and kill you?"

Yichen smiled, "With the cultivation of the donor, how can he kill someone for such a trivial matter?"

Yun Xiao said, "Then what about the other two?"

East evil and West poison, in the eyes of people in the rivers and lakes, these two people are very similar, they are both evil demons, few people can tell the difference, what is the difference between evil and poison.

Yichen said, "The evil is also chivalrous and evil, and chivalry is greater than evil." Ouyang Feng, the western poison, is pure evil, and the donor is willing to spend his true qi to heal the poor monk, which is definitely not like this. Therefore, the donor should be out of the Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, and the master is the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master. ”

"Hahahaha!" Yun Xiao suddenly laughed out loud, there are too few people in the world who can understand them, and the monk in front of him, although he only half-understands, Yun Xiao also feels happy!

"If you say that my master is Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, I can't say that I really want to be his apprentice. Yun Xiao said with a smile, if he is Ouyang Feng's apprentice, how many people present can live? (To be continued......)