Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Due to the change of Li Fan, those monks of Bofeng Temple, who were originally good monks, have exposed their fierce nature at this time, and the hunting staff in their hands is really attacking everyone's deathbed.

And those Zhujian sects who died tragically under Chelian's sword before, are fighting against Bofeng Temple here alive, but they are all covered with cuts and bruises, and they have gradually lost their power to parry.Seeing Che Lian coming from the forest, Shi Mingfu, the head of the Zhujian School who was as vigorous as silk, immediately blocked a move and threw the sword in his hand, knelt down in the muddy river of blood and said loudly:

"Master, please save my life!"

Che Lian raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was not surprised by this; Yue Mingxi looked at the swordsmen who seemed to be resurrected from the dead with a look of understanding.

It turned out that those Zhujian sects who thought they had died tragically under the sword of the lotus, woke up an hour ago, and found that this place had become the killing hell of Pufeng Temple. There were heavy casualties, and many people didn't even know the reason for the sudden change, so they died in the rain-poured Jilingzhou.

The Zhujian faction were astonished, so they had no choice but to raise their swords and fight hastily. Only then did they realize that Gao Siyuan thought he had refined Chelian in the hundred refining furnace, so he hurried to find Master Xingchen to discuss, planning to gather the rest of the fighting force to wipe out the enemy. A group of demon monks who were still waiting at the foot of the mountain forced Xiuning Temple to hand over the antidote to Centipede Pills.

Unexpectedly, when the Chehai old monk heard that Chelian had been refined, and there was no longer any threat to this place from Pufeng Temple, he suddenly jumped up and cut off the arm of Master Gaozhuang, and even more so, he showed his fierceness with a sweep of mercy. All the knights in Mingjing Villa threatened their lives, and they demanded that he quickly hand over the second volume of the book of seizing the picture.

Gao Siyuan would rather die than follow, everyone rushed forward to help him out of danger, but saw that the people in the village started coughing up blood and died one after another.It turned out that when the martial arts sects were waiting in Canghaiju to wait for Gao Siyuan to take care of the funeral of the old owner, Pufeng Temple had already quietly poisoned their drinks. The heroes of Centipede Pill lived in peace, and saw that the Zhujian faction who woke up from suspended animation only suffered some skin trauma, and finally understood.

At that time, Chelian saw that everyone had been bewitched by Gao Siyuan and identified herself as a monstrous monk. She was afraid that it would be even more impossible to see through the tricks of Pufeng Temple and listen to her own persuasion to give the antidote. Zhujian sent people with poisonous blood in their bodies, and taught the rest of them to take centipede pills, which saved them a lot, but those who were still backing up in the dark did not have such good luck.

Such a reversal of good and evil caught everyone by surprise, and they regretted it even more after realizing it. They knew that Xiuning Temple had been bearing a false reputation for decades in this arena, and that Pufeng Temple, known as the authentic Buddhist martial arts, was the real one. He regretted that he was about to perish here, and the truth of this would probably be unknown to future generations.

If Pufeng Temple slaughtered all of Mingjing Mountain Villa here, took away the esoteric method and went home on its own, but later planted Xiuning Temple, and called the evil monk Chelian to the world, no one in the world would believe it.

Yuemingxi had guessed Chelian's mind long ago, and at this moment, looking at the head of Shi who was rushing to him for help in a panic, he sighed with disdain at the same time, only to blame this old guy who also knows people Unclear, the masters, nephews and apprentices who taught him the Zhujian School suffered many crimes for no reason.

Che Lian looked at those innocent people lying in a pool of blood, frowned deeply, took the sword from Shi Mingfu's hand, and rushed into the attacking formation of Pufeng Temple, the meridians that had been recuperated for a long time surged continuously. Absolute internal breath, light as a swallow's figure shuttled extremely fast in the heavy rain, those Pufeng Temple disciples who hadn't seen the face of the coming person had no time to react, they were restrained by Chelian and knocked unconscious on the mountain. in the mud between.

Seeing that Shi Mingfu, who survived the catastrophe, hurriedly led all his disciples to hide behind Che Lian, holding his breath and throbbing with pain, Yue Mingxi wiped the rainwater from his face, and teased: "I said the old man in charge, I should have known Today, why bother; if the two of us hadn’t arrived in time, the next time we see you, you will most likely be a stone monument on Youhuang Mountain.”

Panting for breath, Shi Mingfu tore off a corner of his clothes and bandaged himself briefly. Hearing this, he glared at Yuemingxi angrily and said:

"You're an afterthought. You're hiding here and being protected by Master Chunxi. If you have the guts, you can go up and compete with these demonic monks as the young master of Yuejiazhuang?"

Yue Mingxi sighed, looked quietly at Che Lian's figure in the rain, raised his cheeks and said, "How dare I not. If I really want to make a move here, not to mention these young juniors who are not good at learning, I'm afraid This Master Chunxi may not be able to resist."

Shi Mingfu was startled by the arrogant tone, his beard trembled, and subconsciously wanted to laugh at the young man's overreaching, but when he saw his indifferent eyebrows, he froze slightly, and silently closed his mouth.

Although he hadn't seen him for more than an hour, he felt that Yue Shao's owner had grown a lot in stature, his face had the shadow of a youth, and there was an inexplicable maturity in his demeanor, which oppressed him almost I couldn't breathe, but I didn't think it was a lie.

He glanced at the Yueming River hesitantly, and was thinking about what to say to him, but he saw that the Master Chunxi in front of him had already cleaned up the place thoroughly, and eight/nine Pufeng Temple monks were killed. He tied them up and threw them into the red-stained mud, and then stepped forward to hit the Yintang acupoint, forcing them to wake up.

Seeing this, Shi Mingfu was in a cold sweat. He never imagined that these monks who had almost driven their famous martial arts family to a desperate situation were so easily subdued here by Che Lian, and even the black clothes on their bodies were not even stained with mud; now Come to think of it, if Chelian is really the villain that Gao Siyuan said, it is easy to kill them, so why bother with naive sneak attackers like them?

And the Gao Zhuangzhu, who doesn't distinguish between jade and stone, actually encouraged everyone to recognize the thief as their father, and ended up in such a field, it is ridiculous to the extreme.

"Nian Er is young, so I won't settle this grievance here." Che Lian wiped the Zen stick she picked up from the mud, and pointed the sharp blade at Pufeng disciple, as if looking at a group of insignificant ants, "Where is Old Chehai?"

When a flash of blue and white lightning fell from the gloomy sky, the leading monk raised his right arm high, and the next moment he clung to his own life gate, and fell down weakly. Seeing this, all the monks around followed suit, In the pouring rain, he lost his meridians and died.

Che Lian was taken aback, stepped forward to check their breath, and then sneered: "What a powerful old bastard, he can raise such a generous dead man for himself in this Buddhist sect."

After saying that, he poked into his sleeve, wanting to take out the string of close-fitting relics for orientation, but only touched his clean wrist a few times, then remembered that he had given it to Yue Mingxi earlier, his eyes rolled slightly Dim, I actually feel a little embarrassed.

He once witnessed Yue Mingxi throwing all the things full of memories of the two of them into the stove, but he didn't remember if he also destroyed the string of relics, after all, it was the first token he gave to the boy; But now he needs the string of relics to find Old Che Hai, but he doesn't know how to ask.

Yue Mingxi seemed to see what he was thinking, and did not take the initiative to hand over the thing he expected, but lazily stood up and yawned, saying: "I know where he is." Putting on his own sword, he said lightly: "Master, come with me."

For some reason, when she heard the young man's alienated tone, Che Lian only felt her chest tighten, and the tingling sensation from the collision of true qi in the illusion swept over again; however, he finally forced himself to let go of this strange emotion. , sighed for a long while, followed Yueming River and walked towards the mountainside.

Shi Mingfu hesitated for a moment, whispered a few words to the disciples beside him, and ordered them to send the seriously injured disciple to the medical hall, and followed.

……

Yue Mingxi said that he knew where Che Hai was. Although Che Lian didn't doubt that he was there, he still felt strange; he kept watching the young man's back who had grown a lot more than a year ago, and felt a little strange, but also a little familiar.

Yuemingxi used lightness kung fu to jump to the densest village with the most bloody smell in the Mingjing villa, and broke through the already scattered restrictions in the bamboo forest splashed with blood shadows. He opened the door and broke in.

As expected, there were corpses in different shapes, most of them were maids and farmer's, and it could be seen that it was caused by the red eyes of the anxious devil.When the few people in the company found the source of the noise, they happened to be in time; in the mess, the scrolls of secret books that had been treasured for many years in Mingjing Villa were almost destroyed, and the evil-looking Che Hai was holding a dying Gao Zhuangzhu, seeing that cold scimitar was about to fall from the top of his head.

"...!"

The clanging sound of cold iron falling on the ground was particularly abrupt in this dead and silent dense village. Che Lian's palm severely injured Che Hai's heart, and lifted him off Gao Siyuan's body.

The scarlet-eyed old monk vomited a mouthful of blood, and seemed to be seriously injured, but his haggard face was as rosy as a flash of light, and he didn't care about the attack from the person behind him, but gasped a few times and then He got up and approached Gao Siyuan, grabbed his neck and shouted frantically:

"Gao Siyuan! I'll let you know again. If you insist on not handing over the second volume of this book of stealing photos, I will not only slaughter your Mingjing Villa, but also your bastards and grandchildren who live abroad." And be buried with you!!”

Hearing this, Gao Siyuan, who had already been soaked in blood, opened his mouth, sat up while supporting his already exhausted body, and coughed violently.

He smiled sadly and said: "I also said that the half-volume copy of the picture book was entrusted to my father and me by Master Jiayu, and he must be the only one who can get it back;