PS: I got the number of chapters wrong in the last chapter.,It should be chapter 421.,It's a mistake to write chapter 403.,I'm really sorry.,Staying up too late in the past two days.,My mind is a little not clear...... The VIP chapter can't be modified, so I can only correct it in this chapter, so I beg your pardon!!

Xiao Ziyang saw that Lei Xiaolin was frightened, and he didn't explain, he stretched out his hand and took the leader in front of him, and waved his hand to untie the light cord on his body.

The person who took the lead was none other than Long Junyuan, the leader of the Jinglong Gang.

This person is also a bachelor, and after seeing Xiao Ziyang's ruthless means of killing dozens of people with a wave of his hand, he knew that he would inevitably die. After being killed, he turned over and sat up, and his luck shook off the insects and ants all over his body, and he closed his eyes and was silent, with an expression of wanting to kill and scrape to listen to the respect.

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly, and opened his mouth lightly: "Long Junyuan!" Long Junyuan only felt that this call seemed to have infinite magic power, and he was so shocked that he couldn't help but open his eyes and look at Xiao Ziyang.

What caught his eye was a pair of eyes that glowed blue and were full of strange magic......

When Long Junyuan regained his senses again, the way he looked at Xiao Ziyang was completely different, and that gaze was full of admiration, loyalty, and even incomparable fanaticism.

Xiao Ziyang asked, "Who is the main messenger behind the Leijiabao bloody case, and what forces are involved?"

Long Junyuan did not hesitate, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, and explained the causes and consequences of the matter one by one, "Back to the master, the main messenger of this Leijiabao bloody case is the Metropolitan Governor of Jinzhou of the Great Qin Kingdom, and the Metropolitan Governor has long coveted the Gongfa classics accumulated by Shangyang Temple and Lingxiao Temple for thousands of years, three years ago. After the last grandmaster-level masters of Shangyang Zen Temple and Lingxiao Temple passed away one after another, the Metropolitan Governor began to contact the Jianghu sect and prepare to take action against these two sects. The reason why Leijiabao was moved first. First, because Leijiabao has a close relationship with Shangyang Zen Temple, the Metropolitan Governor wants to use Leijiabao to test the reaction of Shangyang Zen Temple, and secondly, it is said that Leijiabao has a prescription that can avoid the physical damage caused by practicing foreign kung fu, and greatly delay the time of the decline of foreign masters' martial arts, which is extremely important for army generals who practice foreign kung fu. Involved in this matter altogether. Jinzhou, Ganzhou, Dingzhou. Yizhou, Jingzhou, Chenzhou, Qingzhou. This northern seven states. A total of 19 martial arts gangs. ”

Lei Xiaolin looked at everything in front of him, his intuitive heart was cold, and he only thought in his heart, "If I am controlled by someone like this, then I would rather die." ”

At the same time, he also had a trace of regret in his heart, listening to the ancestor's meaning, he had no spiritual root, and it was very difficult to cultivate immortals. It doesn't seem like it's out of the question.

After seeing Xiao Ziyang's thunderous methods of killing dozens of people in an instant and the strange spells that controlled people's hearts, Lei Xiaolin could be regarded as truly understanding the power of the immortal master. But the words come out of the way. He was afraid of Xiao Ziyang in his heart, how dare he change his words.

Asking the whole thing clearly, Xiao Ziyang thought for a while, and instructed Long Junyuan: "You go back and report to the governor of Jinzhou, just say that Lei Xiaolin was rescued by a group of monks, and only you can fight." When you get back, keep an eye on these people, and if necessary, I will send someone to you. Okay, there you go. ”

Long Junyuan didn't say much, and after bowing and saluting, he turned around and galloped away.

Xiao Ziyang stretched out his hand and waved, and the Escape Light rolled up the thunder and roared into the sky, speeding towards the southern sky.

In just one hour, the two of them had already crossed thousands of miles and came to the territory of Nanba County, Chunan.

Falling into the light, Xiao Ziyang took Lei Xiaolin and walked towards the county seat.

In the past three hundred years, the turmoil of the change of dynasty has not changed much in this remote and poor town. It's just that things are people.

When he came to the only restaurant in town, Xiao Ziyang asked for some wine and food and a bowl of gruel.

The large pieces of bacon and the turbid old wine evoked many memories of Xiao Ziyang.

Looking at the wine and food on the table, Xiao Ziyang was distracted for a moment, looked up and saw Lei Xiaolin swallowing saliva on the other side, looking at the dishes, but he didn't dare to move the chopsticks, Xiao Ziyang smiled: "I have been in the valley for many years, these dishes are all for you, you haven't eaten for many days, drink more gruel, eat more vegetables, these bacon is too fatty, you should not eat more." ”

In the past month, Lei Xiaolin has only eaten some wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy his hunger, and occasionally caught birds and rabbits can only eat raw. After listening to Xiao Ziyang's instructions, he didn't care about humility, picked up the gruel that was a little hot, and drank half a bowl with a snort, before he let out a long sigh, it seemed that the porridge in the bowl was the best delicacy in the world.

Looking at Lei Xiaolin's sweet food, Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly. He waved his hand to call Xiao Er, who was dozing off on the side, and threw a piece of broken silver, which made his reluctant expression suddenly change to an exaggerated smile.

Xiao Ziyang chatted casually with him and asked about the situation in this town.

From the mouth of Xiao Er, Xiao Ziyang knew that the Laojun Temple on Fenghe Mountain in the south of the town had long been destroyed by the years, and many years ago the big families in the town re-established a small water temple on the ruins of the Laojun Temple, and there was only one old temple in the temple. As the only place in the entire Nanba County that can place faith, the incense in the temple is still quite vigorous.

In the mountains, the former Cangshan Village has now become a small village called "Sister Village".

Xiao Ziyang's disciples who did not have spiritual roots back then, after their martial arts achievements, most of them left the poor countryside of Nanba County. At this time, there was no trace of what he had left in the entire Nanba County.

Xiao Ziyang waved his hand away with some interest, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's been three hundred years, but I feel that everything seems to have happened yesterday......" Unconsciously, a trace of Xiao Suo climbed on his face, making Lei Xiaolin, who was sensitive on the side, slow down.

When Lei Xiaolin was full of food and drink, Xiao Ziyang took him out of the town and out of the south gate, they first lingered on Fenghe Mountain, and when they left, Xiao Ziyang's back became more and more depressed, making Lei Xiaolin more and more cautious.

After going down the mountain, Xiao Ziyang dismissed his plan to go to Cangshan Cottage to have a look, and with a wave of his sleeves, the light rolled up the thunder forest and flew towards Ganzhou.

Savoring the faint loss in his heart, Xiao Ziyang suddenly understood why the master had to let him come out for a walk.

These memories of the past are usually buried deep in his heart, and only occasionally appear in his heart, and even he himself doesn't know that he still has so many worries in his heart.

The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, and these flaws in his soul that he ignored would be infinitely magnified by illusions and demons when he was condensed, thus breaking through his indestructible heart.

The reason why Xiao Ziyang has been reluctant to come back to see is actually because he has been evading, and he is unwilling to face the fact that the children in his heart are actually no longer alive. Before he knew it, he had poured too much affection into those children. Suddenly, Xiao Ziyang felt a bitter grief in his heart when the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and two lines of clear tears involuntarily slipped down his face.

After Xiao Ziyang discovered the magic of the "Nine Heavens Pulse Shifting Dafa", he thought more than once that if he could have discovered these spells earlier, he would definitely make them all monks and keep them by his side forever......

Xiao Ziyang suddenly dispersed the protective cover, letting the fierce wind blow on his face, and letting the tears that kept gushing out be dried again and again.

For the first time, he realized that his heart was so fragile, but he had been running away for many years and never dared to face his weakness.

When Xiao Ziyang landed his retreat outside Hengshi Town, his face returned to that hard and indifferent look, but he knew that his heart was already different. If it is said that his heart was deliberately wrapped in the solidity of the hard shell before, then at this time, the hard shell outside his heart has been severely shattered by himself, and his heart, which is particularly fragile because it is too well protected, has become tough under the baptism of intense emotions after facing his own vulnerability.

Condensing the infant is a torture of the soul, it is directed at the heart, it is inescapable, no matter how strong the shell of the monk is for his soul, it is useless.

Thinking that he was still complacent before, he thought that his heart was firm and stable, without any flaws, and thought that he was not a natural thing. He couldn't help but sweat.

Lei Xiaolin didn't know that in this short period of time, Xiao Ziyang's soul had undergone a baptism of rebirth, he only felt that Xiao Ziyang seemed to have become a little different, as if he had changed from an immortal who did not eat fireworks in the world to a mortal, which made him feel easier to get close to.

Xiao Ziyang took Lei Xiaolin into Hengshi Town, standing at the gate of the city, Xiao Ziyang pointed to a grain shop not far away and said: "That is where the Golden Knife and Dart Bureau opened by my father-in-law is located. Recalling the past, with my father-in-law coming in the wind and going in the rain, although it was bitter, there was also happiness......"

Lei Xiaolin followed Xiao Ziyang around Hengshi Town, listening to him tell the old things of three hundred years ago like an ordinary old man, and his heart was full of the absurd feeling of time confusion, just like walking in a dream.

Walking all the way, while reminiscing, Xiao Ziyang felt that the flaws and rifts in his heart were healing one by one.

Hengshi Town was very small, and it only took them half an hour to cover all the places in the town, but Xiao Ziyang felt as if he had gone through three hundred years.

After leaving the corners of Hengshi Town behind, Xiao Ziyang took Lei Xiaolin to the small village where he was born and raised.

The village is very small, but there are about 30 households, and 300 years does not seem to have had much impact on this remote village, and even the location of the houses in the village is vaguely similar to that of 300 years ago.

Xiao Ziyang has only lived in this village for less than ten years, ten years is nothing to the three hundred years he has already spent, but these ten years are the largest ten years in his life.

Following the familiar and unfamiliar country road, the two came to a courtyard outside, and Xiao Ziyang's mind appeared again one night many years ago, when he tiptoed into this courtyard.

The location of this courtyard coincides with Xiao Ziyang's home back then. He stood outside the courtyard gate, letting the fierce emotions in his heart surge. Let those pictures of getting along with his parents gush out from the deepest part of his heart like a fountain.

There are no tears, no sorrow, only deep longing. (To be continued......)