The old man is strong in martial arts and has deep internal force. He flicked the bead in his hand and hit the eyebrows of a black man with heavy blood. The people in black did n’t even hum, they had their eyes wide open. , Fell to the ground and died ...
The old man struck a light gray monk robe, fluttered by the inner belt, the white beard also fluttered gently with the strong wind, and his brows and kind eyes were like a monk from outside the world.
The man in black froze all over the body, his eyes were more murderous, his toes were lighter, he lifted into the air, tricky, and the vicious sword tricked him into the old man: he was just a nosy old monk. All sentient beings ...
The old man's wrist flipped slightly, and the fierce palm wind flew out, directly facing the long sword of the black people, only listening to the sound of 'Dangdang', the long sword of the black people was interrupted, and the black people were also beaten Middle shoulder, flew out ...
Suddenly, a man in black appeared from behind the men in black, and his long sword pierced the old man's chest straight, dragging the old man, and ran towards the wall not far away.
People in black who had fallen to the ground also stood up, holding broken swords and piercing the old man mercilessly.
Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce the old man, several powerful internal forces flew in from outside the door, and flicked across the neck of a black man, only to hear the sound of "brushing", people in black The action was abrupt, and a thin wound wound on the neck. The wound was getting bigger and bigger, and the red blood spilled out. The people in black fell on the ground.
In his wide-eyed eyes, he saw a young man come in, the snow coat was graceful, Tsinghua was noble, and the obsidian-like eyes flashed with brilliance. It was Ouyang Shaochen, the king of Xiaoyao.
Looking at the blood on the ground and the dead bodies lying on the ground, he frowned slightly: They seemed to be coming late ...
The old man lost his support and slid down the wall to the ground. His eyes were closed tightly, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Murongxue hurried over, took out a few silver needles, and stuck it on the old man's chest. The wound gradually stopped bleeding. The old man's pale face looked slightly better. He coughed a few times, opened his eyes, and saw it at a glance Murongxue's solemn face, the old man's eyes were kind: "Is the donor saving the old man?"
"That's right." Murong Xue smiled gently.
The old man folded his hands together: "Amitabha, thank the donor for his life-saving grace."
"The master doesn't have to be polite, save one's life, and win the seven-level float." Murong Xue smiled slightly and twisted the hemostatic needle gently.
The old man's complexion slightly improved, and Ci He's eyes swept over a famous man in black. He puzzled and said: "Lao Na never complained with others in his life, how could there be a black man to assassinate Lao Na?"
Murongxue's eyes flickered unnaturally, slowing his voice and said: "Master, but your name is called one?"
"Exactly!" Master Guiyi nodded gently.
Murong Xue's eyes flashed a bit, because he was a master of unity, and he was assassinated by the man in black when he had something like ten years ago in his hand.
When she received the news of Master Yiyi, she came to Xiangguo Temple as quickly as possible. Unexpectedly, someone sent by someone hurried in front of her ...
Murong Xue's eyes flashed a dignified color, and he looked up at Master Guiyi: "Master, ten years ago, did anyone ask you to keep a thing?"
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a slight vigilance flashed through his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Meaning, these people came to assassinate you to prevent you from handing over things." Murong Xue said with a word, his eyes fixed.
Master Yu Shenshen: "Then are you?"
"I'm the man's friend, who came to get that thing for him." Murong Xue said softly, lest the Master be unbelieving, and took out the silver key.
The silver key refracted a dazzling light in the sunlight. Master Yi slowly raised his hand and carefully touched the dark texture on the silver key. The high hanging heart was slightly lowered. It was indeed the key, which was half the touch. not bad.
Master Guiyi looked up at Murong Xue: "Where is the master of the silver key now?"
Murongxue's eyes sank: "Dead."
Master Yi was stunned and shook his head and sighed: He should have guessed that since he had let others take things for him, he must be gone!
"Amitabha, what is the female donor?"
"Mr. Rongxue in Zhenguo's House, Murong Yue is my father." Murongxue said each time, his eyes fixed.
"Ah, I knew it would be so, I knew it would be so." Master Guiyi sighed heavily, his eyes flashing with helplessness, and lowered his voice: "That thing, in the dark compartment of Lao Na's room ... "
"Thank you Master!" Murong Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly walked out. Her cold command came from the wind: "Wei Feng, take good care of the Master!"
"Yes." Wei Feng led the order, showing his figure ...
There were many pilgrims coming to the door of the Great Hall of the Pavilion, and the abbots in the Xiangguo Temple, and the young monks, all rushed here anxiously.
Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue flawlessly dismissed everyone and quickly walked away along the road paved by the bluestone to the room where Master Yiyi lived.
Walking along, a figure suddenly came over from the side road and slammed into Murong Xue. Murong Xue's eyes flicked and he quickly turned sideways. The man wiped her clothes and slammed into the trunk next to him. Dizzy and tinnitus hit, Venus in the eyes.
"Old lady ... old lady ..." The two maids hurried over and hugged the man with anxiety.
The man looked up at Murong Xue little by little, and his eyes were filled with anger: "Murong Xue, what are you doing?"
Murongxue looked sideways and saw a picture of a man with familiar face, wiping his forehead and high hair, who was driven out of Zhenguo's palace by her: "Stepmother, should I ask you this? I'm walking on the road Good, what are you doing coming out of the side suddenly? "
"What makes me suddenly come out from the side? This is the Xiangguo Temple. I burned incense and worshiped the Buddha. I walked here and walked without walking?" Du's eyes were cold.
Murongxue's cold eyes swept through the fragrant flowers and green bamboo. The environment was very good. It was indeed a good place for walking and nourishing: "I also came for a walk. Our well water does not violate the river water, and each is well."
Seeing that Murong Xue had finished saying this, he turned around and left, and Du Shi stopped her coldly: "Wait."
"Is there anything else?" Murong Xueton stepped down, but did not look back.
"You hit me just now, and you didn't even want to say an apology?" Du Shi looked at Murong Xue, his eyes flashing coldly.
Murong Xue snorted and turned to look at Du Shi: "Stepmother, you figured it out. I just didn't even touch your clothes corner. How did you hit you?"