Yan Qingrui said: "Love to say it or not." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "She didn't have internal strength before, she didn't still roam the rivers and lakes, except for that careless injury in the palm of the man in black, she really didn't suffer much, and today's injury is also because this old man worships more and bullies less.

Xuyun said speechlessly: "Girl, can't you be polite to this demon god?"

Yan Qingrui said simply: "Can't!"

Void Cloud: "......"

He found that he had no way to take Yan Qingrui, but he couldn't do anything with Yan Qingrui, and there was a way to take the four major offerings, so he glared at the four major offerings and said, "Haven't you come to see your master?"

The four major worshippers looked at each other, although it seemed that it might seem that Xuanyue Jian had recognized the master, but the situation was a bit weird, and besides, this monk was so young, and he still looked like a monk, so it was a little difficult for them to believe his words.

Seeing the distrust in their eyes, Xuyun almost jumped up, pointed to their noses, but chanted word by word:

"The clouds rose out of the swallow gate,

The moon is in Guanshan, and the grass is green.

The sword heart is in the abyss and thunder and lightning,

This is the one who dominates the storm!"

The faces of the four major worshippers changed.

Xuyun pointed to their noses and said, "Have you heard of it, have you heard of it?"

The man in gray was surprised and said, "This monk, how do you know this poem?" You must know that this poem was handed down by the first generation three hundred years ago. It is said that the big secret of the Xuanyue Sword is hidden in it. It's just that after a long time of reading it from generation to generation, no one knows what it means.

However, it should be a hidden poem, and the first word of each sentence is connected to the Xuanyue Sword Master.

The meaning of the whole poem should be to say that the time and place of the appearance of the Xuanyue Sword Master is Guanshan, Yanmen, and the grass should be the season, as for Linyuan, thunder and lightning, sword heart and the like, it is probably a very critical condition.

Therefore, over the years, they have traveled all over Guanshan and Yanmen, and where there is water, they are very concerned.

The grass was verdant and yellow, and they searched for it rain and shine, thunder and lightning.

From generation to generation, from hope to disappointment, from disappointment to hopelessness, from hopelessness to despair. Unexpectedly, this poem, which has never been passed on, was casually chanted by a young monk who did not look like a monk.

Xuyun jumped to his feet and said, "What the hell I wrote, can I not know?"

Four Offerings: "......"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

The man in Tsing Yi said unhappily: "This little master, we sincerely inquire with each other, why do you tease?

Xuyun rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Didn't your first generation of worshippers pass down the word, how did this poem come about?"

The old man said: "The family teacher once said that it was written by a master, and it is the key to finding the Xuanyue Sword Master, except for the four major offerings, no one else can know." ”

Xuyun said: "I am the master!"

Four Offerings: "......"

Yan Qingrui sneered, then why did she think this scene was so weird and ridiculous? With Xuyun and the Four Great Offerings grinding her lips there, she took a step back and began to deal with her wounds, she first cut the hem of her shirt with her sword, tied the wound to the top, and then pulled out the dart.

The dart was extremely sharp, but fortunately, she took advantage of the corner to unload her strength in the process of dodging, so she was pierced in the arm, and did not hurt the bones and meridians.