said that it was a sword tomb, but in Chu Feng's opinion, it was just a "well-dressed mound".

The twilight has sunk, and the water vapor stirred up by the waves of the river on the strange rocks on both sides of the bank is reflected by the sunset, and a wave of dust is blown out.

The yellow-eyed monk stood on the bank of the river, looked eastward, and was silent for a long time.

Chu Feng stood aside, looking at the old monk's expression of "you are born and I am born", and consciously did not speak. If you say something that shouldn't be, and the old monk slaps him to death in the name of "you know too much", it will really be as light as a feather.

The old monk recognized Chu Feng as the son of the old man, Chu Feng had left a little doubt before, and he was all relieved, and sighed: "In a foreign place, it's no wonder that you are more wary of the old man." I don't know why the disciple of the Eastern Sect drew his sword at you, do you still want to go back to this Wuliang Mountain?" He was still thinking about Chu Feng's "family visit".

Chu Feng didn't want to go to the immeasurable sword for some reason, so it was needless to say that Guanghao and Senior Sister Ge were killed, and when they saw that they were definitely stabbed with a sword, they would say it. As for Zuo Zimu, Chu Feng can't say that he has a bad feeling, but if he goes to the Boundless Sword and hangs his own life in the hands of others, this kind of thing will not be done by a person.

Chu Feng looked at his own cloth suit with a very difficult temperament, shook his head and said: "Mr. Zuo is a senior of the master, and the matter of the elders, Chu Feng does not dare to say anything. But this Eastern Sect Senior Brother's bearing is really not good. "No matter how dare you think about it or not, when Chu Feng said this, at least it means that he already had doubts about Zuo Zimu because the disciples of the Infinite Sword Eastern Sect killed him. It's just that he was forced by his seniority and didn't dare to say more, as for calling him "Mr. Zuo", the relationship is not far or close, and it is easy to say it later.

"Anyway, it's too late, why don't you settle down in the 'Nianhua Temple' with the old man. The old monk raised his eyebrows at Jiao Huang, "In the Lianhua Temple, even if Zuo Zimu comes in person, he must give the old monk three points of thin noodles." "After all, the Huangmei monk can play against the head of the four evildoers in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and in his words, he has three points of pride.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. ”

When I arrived at the Nianhua Temple, it was already in the middle of the moon, and the yellow-eyed monk stepped forward and knocked lightly. After a while, the temple door was pushed open, and a small novice poked his head out, saw the yellow-eyed monk and said happily, "Master, you are back." As he spoke, he took the medicine basket from his hand. Seeing Chu Feng standing beside the yellow-eyed monk, he looked at his almost inappropriate clothes with a little curiosity.

The yellow-eyed monk knocked on his bald head and said, "You go and arrange a guest room and a set of clean clothes." As he spoke, he walked in first. Xiao Shami replied, smiled at Chu Feng embarrassedly, and walked quickly to the backyard.

Chu Feng didn't care either, and moved to the courtyard, in the early spring, there was still a little chill. In the courtyard, on a big tree whose name could not be called, a few yellow leaves that had survived the remnants of winter slowly fell in front of Chu Feng. With the sound of evening drums coming from the evening class in the backyard temple, Chu Feng rarely felt a little comfortable, only to feel that he could get out of the cage and return to nature.

"Master Chu, please come here. After a while, Xiao Shami turned out of the backyard again and looked at Chu Feng with a smile.

Chu Feng hugged his fists and said, "There is Little Master Lao." ”

The little novice said, "Don't ...... The donor just called me to break my anger. ”

Chu Feng looked at him as he spoke, and secretly looked behind him, and he didn't know what he was looking at, thinking that it was either his senior brother or Master Huangmei, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your name is Po Yan, I am Chu Feng, Chu of Chu State." Secretly read the word "broken anger", the master of the old monk Huangmei was very lazy in choosing a name, and he took some thought to name his apprentice. Greed, hatred, and ignorance, disillusionment and evil, if you really want to break your anger, don't say that this little novice is a novice, even the yellow-eyed monk himself has to be vigilant from time to time.

He said angrily: "Well, the master has said it, and I will be fortunate to meet it." As he spoke, he took the lead and led Chu Feng to the backyard.

Nianhua Temple, the front yard worships the Buddha, and the backyard is self-proclaimed. Because it is not far from Dali City, more than 20 miles away, the terrain is a little biased. Listening to the angry man, Chu Feng was the only guest.

I don't know if there are only monks' robes in this Lianhua Temple, or if Xiao Shami regarded Chu Feng as a monk in reserve, and after preparing the bath water for him, the set of clothes sent over was obviously the same as the monk's robe on his body.

Washing away the dirt, Chu Feng ate vegetarian food, and sorted out what happened to him in the past two days: This young man named Chu Feng broke through the good things of Gan Guanghao and Ge Guangpei, and was knocked off the cliff by them. These are no longer the focus in this Nianhua Temple, and when he leaves this Lianhua Temple, Chu Feng will definitely be far away from the immeasurable sect. When he is successful in learning martial arts, characters such as Gan Guanghao are not abused at will.

It's just that "he", a disciple of the Northern Sect, how could he return to Wuliang Mountain, it seems that he has also seen Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect. What happened to the Northern Sect and why was it destroyed? Gan Guanghao's casual words also confirmed that "he" was the only descendant of the Northern Sect, what was going on with this slightly embarrassing identity?

There is also this old monk with yellow eyebrows and the big guy surnamed Gu from the Northern Sect, who seems to have a good relationship, and when he heard that Chu Feng was his disciple, he actually put down Zuo Zimu's personal disciple in the territory of the Boundless Sword. This kind of thing, big or small, if Zuo Zimu has to find Lianhua Temple and reason with him, it will still be a troublesome matter.

The wooden planks were laid outside the guest house, and Chu Feng had just finished eating the food, and the footsteps outside the door sounded. Xiao Shami, who had opened the door for Chu Feng and the two earlier, came over and saw that Chu Feng had finished eating and was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and said, "Guess that Master Chu should also finish eating, but it still suits your appetite?"

In the past two days, Chu Feng also ate a cake from the Huangmei monk, and now he has rice to eat, and it is not a starving ghost reincarnated, and he said: "Very good, very good." I don't know where the kitchen is, so I'll send the dishes and chopsticks over. ”

He said angrily: "It's a guest from afar, how can there be a reason for a guest to do such a trivial matter." "Hands and feet neatly put the dishes and chopsticks on the tray on the side, "The night is getting deeper, and the anger will not disturb the donor's rest." ”

The night wind blew through the corridor, the wind chimes tinkled, Chu Feng extinguished the oil lamp, and tightened the silk scroll in his arms, but it was difficult to sleep. The life of the previous life, the mixed memories, and this young man named Chu Feng, his sect that was destroyed overnight. For a while, there were many distracting thoughts, Chu Feng half leaned on the head of the bed, but countless pictures appeared in front of him, and finally froze in the posture of a young man practicing swords.

In the darkness, Chu Feng stood up, the wind chimes in his ears, and practiced according to the swordsmanship of the young man in his memory. If you want to live well in this world, martial arts is always the most important foundation. Worried, Chu Feng only practiced the swordsmanship in his memory one by one.