Simple luck heals, but all cultivators understand, but Ling Xuan is not a doctor after all, when he encounters such a tricky matter, although he knows the reason, he has no way to start. Seeing Jingchen's sad face, he couldn't bear it, reached out to help him up, and comforted: "Senior Brother Jingchen, life and death are fate, don't be too sad." ”

Jingchen nodded and stood up, but he couldn't help but inhale his nose. Although he chased the two monks who descended the dragon and subdued the tiger for a few days and nights, it was just to inquire about the death of Master Zhiwen, after all, there were too many doubts in it. They are both monks of Wuliang Temple, it can be said that the two monks of the dragon and the tiger have watched him grow up since he was a child, and they are also quite caring for him, usually like their own children to themselves, and Jingchen has long regarded them as his elders and relatives. When he was expelled from the division, if he hadn't been escorted by the two of them, I am afraid that he would have suffered a lot on the way.

is also a monk of the same temple, but the emptiness is cunning by nature, and is insidious and vicious, and the most stingy grudge, he offended him, because of the protection of the teacher, he didn't dare to really do anything to himself, but once he was driven out of the stone gate, with his usual style of doing things, it was not impossible to intercept and kill the two of them halfway. Perhaps Shizun saw this, so he asked the dragon and the tiger to escort him all the way.

No, that was the last time he saw his master.

Now, Shizun has passed away, Senior Brother Fuhu is dead, Senior Brother Descending Dragon is also on the line, the three people who are best to him on weekdays have almost left him in a short period of time, Jingchen can hardly suppress the sadness in his heart, and tears are rolling down one by one.

Ling Xuan couldn't bear it even more in his heart, he had known Jingchen for many years, he had never seen him so sad, but the questions that had been in his stomach could no longer be spoken, he gently patted Jingchen's shoulder to show comfort, and no longer spoke.

Jingchen also knew that he had tried his best, although his cultivation was far higher than his own, but after all, he had not reached the realm of such an anti-heaven, and many things were still powerless. It's just that as soon as the dragon died, the death of Master Zhiwen became a mystery that could never be solved, which made him a little unwilling, and even more sad.

He looked at the dragon's facial features twisted together by pain, and wept silently. The dragon had already passed out, and at this time, it seemed that because of the pain in his body, his lips trembled violently, and then he coughed violently, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. The red blood left his lips and scattered on the futon, but there were streams of cold air, which were instantly frozen into blood-red ice particles, and in the blink of an eye, it became cold and dissipated in the air, and the original red bedding returned to normal, as if it had never been stained with blood.

Jingchen exclaimed, but saw that the dragon opened his eyes slightly, and the eyes with a god were covered by a layer of mist at this time, revealing a look of pain from time to time, as if he was suffering endless pain, and it was unbearable to look at. When he saw Jingchen, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to reach out to pull him, but the hands were no longer his, and he couldn't lift them.

Jingchen sniffed and smiled reluctantly: "Uncle Shi, you can rest first, it's okay, your injury will heal soon." ”

The descending dragon showed a wry smile, no one knew his injuries better than him, although the strength of Yueyu's palm was not large, but the cold and evil power in the palm power was something he couldn't resist, if it wasn't for the critical moment to protect his head with his natal vitality, at this time, he was probably already a dead man. However, he also understood that Jingchen said this to ease his heart, he nodded slightly, and said with difficulty: "Senior brother, I know you have many questions, but listen to senior brother, don't say anything, listen to me." ”

Without waiting for Jingchen to speak, he continued with difficulty, the voice sounded extremely hoarse and difficult, as if a huge stone was blocked in his throat, and the slightest voice seemed to be squeezed out of the cracks in the stone: "You don't care about the matter of Shizun's death, after all, Shizun has expelled you from Shimen before his death, and the matter of Shimen has nothing to do with you, in the future, you will be a layman, and you will no longer be a monk of Wuliang Temple." ”

Hearing this, Jingchen was sad from his heart, and couldn't help but shed tears again, but the dragon didn't care about him, and tried his best to continue with his fastest speed, as if he couldn't speak anymore as soon as he paused: "Uncle is not talented, compared with Shizun or other senior brothers, there is a difference of 108,000 miles, and the attainment of Buddhism is not worth mentioning, before he dies, there is nothing to teach you, the only one who can do it is the one who has no reference." ”

"Senior Brother......

Descending Dragon ignored him and quickly said a mantra, Ling Xuan guessed something when he heard his previous tone, and quietly walked out of the room, not hearing their next words. Although that incompatibility is extremely powerful, and he is very curious in his heart, after all, it is a matter of other people's teachers, and it is inconvenient for an outsider to listen to it. In the cultivation world, the view of the portal has been very strong since ancient times, and the exercises of his own master are absolutely not allowed to be known by people other than his own sect, and Ling Xuan still knows this clearly.

After the dragon quickly finished a mantra, he coughed violently again, and spit out mouthfuls of blood as if he didn't want money, but it was quickly evaporated. After the cough improved a little, he ignored the pure dust of the crying man, and said to himself: "You remember, this is the unrelated cultivation mantra for Uncle." For Uncle Bucai, compared with the six-character mantra of the master, the exercises he pondered are naturally very different, but the lack of reference has its merits. If you leave the master, the future road will only depend on yourself, the future is fierce or auspicious, it depends on your creation, learn to be an uncle, this is incomparable, and in the future, when you meet a powerful opponent, you will have a little more ability to protect yourself. ”

He paused, and then said: "However, although it has been more than 20 years for Uncle Wei to realize this non-phase fingering, he can truly appreciate the true essence of it and exert its true power, but it is after his self-cultivation reaches the Jindan stage, so this set of fingering cannot exert its true power after the non-Jindan period. Also, although I realized this set of fingering on my own, I am a monk of the Infinite Monastery, and this set of fingering is naturally considered to be of the Infinite Temple, so you are not allowed to teach it to others at will......"

Ling Xuan walked out of the room and stood in the corner of the corridor, he naturally couldn't hear the conversation between the two people in the room, at this time, his mood was extremely heavy, it seemed that every time he saw Jingchen, something bad always happened to him, the first time, his magic weapon was destroyed, he fell from a high altitude, and almost died, the second time, in the Hundred Demon Forest Ten Thousand Bat Cave, he lost several junior brothers of the pure character generation, and he himself almost went mad, this time again......

Just when Ling Xuan secretly blamed himself, there was a sudden commotion on the first floor, he frowned slightly, leaned on the guardrail of the corridor and looked down, seeing the situation on the first floor clearly, he was suddenly attracted by a bright figure, and he was stunned for a moment, his heart beat violently, as if he was hammered by something.

The hall on the first floor was originally for guests to eat, although the space was not large, but it was also clean and tidy, and it was neatly arranged, and there was an earth-shattering fight outside, and most of the houses in the town had been destroyed, but Ling Xuan had arranged dozens of prohibitions to this inn, so the inn was not affected much.

At this time, the hall on the first floor was already full of people, of course, most of them were cultivators, the fight just now did hurt a lot of people, but it was just ordinary people, for cultivators, although the degree of the fight was earth-shattering, but they avoided it far away, but it was impossible to hurt them.

The commotion was caused by the crowd gathered in the hall on the first floor. At this time, everyone's eyes were staring straight at a woman walking towards Tingting, with a strong look of greed in her eyes.

The woman, with long black and bright hair, hung straight down at the ankles, wore a blue and white long dress, the long skirt looked a little wide, but it could not hide her devilish figure at all, the bumpy figure, the convex and backward Miaoman, the waist that was full of arms......