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Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was chanting scriptures.

For some reason, a childish voice sounded in the little mute's head, and he felt that he was in a trance and awake. In a trance, he didn't know what the spring-like thing in his body was, he felt as if he was in a dream, and the childish tune had been lingering in his mind. But he felt that he was very conscious, and the few kicks he kicked out landed firmly on the little monk's body.

And his body also fell to the ground with the heavy feet that fell on the little monk's body. The hard and cold ground didn't cause him any pain, and after his body fell, he felt that the ground seemed to be much softer than he had imagined, otherwise why wouldn't his body hurt. The tune was repeated several times in his mind before it stopped, and his body quickly stood up.

Not far away, there was a stunned look in the eyes of the little monk, and he didn't understand why the little monk who looked like a fairy showed a stunned gaze to himself. It was as if the little monk was afraid of himself, but he didn't feel anything unusual about him, except for the streams of hot water flowing through his body. He didn't know why his body was so hot, and he felt like he was almost burning. No matter how powerful he is, there is no need for the little monk to be afraid of himself, he can't figure it out, let alone understand it.

He shifted his gaze to the old knife who had been his neighbor for many years, and he only saw a trace of approval and expectation in the other party's eyes. From the other party's confident eyes, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything. The hot heat in his body slowly weakened, and the heat flowing through his body seemed to begin to slow down, and he felt that the heat flow was all gathered under his abdomen, and then he didn't move.

"I didn't expect you to plant the power of the Living Buddha in the body of this mortal, and it was simply a violent thing. If the people of the Western Regions know about your actions, you will suffer the most cruel punishment, and the annihilation of the ashes will be the best outcome for you. The little monk's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, and he said unwillingly to the old knife. The robe that was as red as blood looked particularly hideous in the night, and the essence in his eyes was even more floating, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Isn't a living Buddha a human being?" A hint of banter flashed in the old knife's eyes, and he said mockingly. The firewood knife in his hand had already been put down by him. He quietly looked at the little monk with a strange face, and a trace of happiness flashed through his heart for the little monk's stunned expression. At the same time, he was relieved in his heart, the hard work of the past few years was not in vain, and the little monk should not have resorted to such despicable means, otherwise this little mute would have lived a peaceful life.

Bujie finally retreated, leaving only the old knife and the little mute in the courtyard. Even though the little mute had all kinds of doubts in his heart, he couldn't ask, so he had to look at the old knife with blank eyes. He wanted to know what was going on, why there was a hot current gushing out of his body, and this hot current would make him feel that his body was filled with endless power, which made him very puzzled.

The old knife threw the knife in his hand, sat down on a stake, and then he motioned for the little mute to sit down as well. A deep look came out of the old knife's eyes, and his face sank into contemplation of the past, and then he began to speak, about all this.

"Are you sure the person we're looking for is in Maple Grove?" Ling Tianyun's face was a little pale, and he asked Ye Yinfeng. Along the way, Ye Yinfeng had already told all of Ling Duozhi's explanations. Pombo's whereabouts are known only to the people of Maple Forest Town named Old Knife, as long as they find Old Knife, they can find Pomber's whereabouts. Ling Tianyun didn't understand why his father Ling Duozhi would arrange it like this, and it was arranged one ring after another, and the arrangement was leaky.

"Yes, but I don't know who this old knife is. And we have just arrived in this town, and it is not easy to inquire during the day, otherwise the people of the Zhong family will know about it, and they will definitely find the old knife before us. As we entered this Fenglin Town, other martial arts forces also participated, and it seemed that the temptation of this Huang Gong's treasure was not small. Ye Yinfeng's solemn face replied. He didn't want to put pressure on Ling Tianyun, he just told the truth.

"That's just a rumor, what gets the treasure of Huang Gong wins the world. Even if all the treasures in the world are gathered on one person's body, how can that person be talentless and incompetent. In fact, it's just greed that makes those people have evil thoughts, the world is so big, there is no treasure. A hint of coldness flashed in Ling Tianyun's eyes, no matter what kind of martial cultivation force it was, he wouldn't let anyone finger it. This is a secret kept by his grandfather and his father with blood, even if there is really a treasure of Huang Gong, he does not want this treasure to appear in the world.

"You can't say that, it's just a matter of use. But then again, we've got that treasure, and who are you going to give it to. Have you thought about this question, because of the two of us, the world has changed, maybe we will really change the fate of the world. At a time when various forces are based on countries and wars, the only way to solve this chaos is to dominate the world. ”

"I haven't thought of this yet, the world has nothing to do with me, but we are caught in this troubled world. Whether it is the martial arts cultivation world, or the hegemony of the world, the forces of all countries and parties are all keeping a close eye on us nowadays, but what can we do, if we want to get rid of this situation, the only way is strength. Ling Tianyun thought of his father's tragic death and what happened to his grandfather's family, and he couldn't help but feel indignant in his heart.

"Then let's do something for this troubled world, whether it's chivalrous or righteous. We can't do without a little goal, before we reach the pinnacle of martial arts, we will do something for this troubled world. Ye Yinfeng's eyes flashed with an incomparably brilliant light, and he suggested to Ling Tianyun. He has always been at a loss, and he has always been at peace with what he encounters, and he can't be sure of his goal. He thought that as a hero, a man in fresh clothes and angry horses was his life's goal. But with what happened to him, along the way, he found that his goal was still too narrow.

"If this celestial man needs us, then I would rather return to Da Zhou to help my brother-in-law and achieve my brother-in-law's hegemony in the world." Ling Tianyun thought of those two righteous brothers who were sincere and selfless to him, and the burning light in his eyes unabashedly replied to Ye Yinfeng. He is already adrift, he has no relatives, and the only people he can help are the two nominal brothers in the imperial capital.

"If you really help your brother-in-law, then what should we do if Da Zhou and Da Tang are at war?" Ye Yinfeng sighed in his heart, for such an answer was within his expectations. It's just that he didn't know what they would do if he and Ling Tianyun were in a hostile position. From the imperial capital to here, he and Ling Tianyun had already tacitly regarded each other as their best friends, but the situation was unpredictable, the two of them did not belong to the same country, and it was not impossible for them to stand on a hostile position under the changing situation.

"I know what you mean, it's hard to have both love and righteousness. However, I will try my best to persuade my brother-in-law not to attack Datang, and as a last resort, I think the two of us don't have to worry about anything, so let's let it go, and fight with all our might. There is no father and son on the battlefield, it is the battlefield, and fighting with all our strength is the best respect between us. When Ling Tianyun heard this, he waved his big hand, and a thousand miles of pride suddenly appeared on his body.

For this answer, Ye Yinfeng was not even surprised, he should be such a person, and he needed to know how to let go of everything. If you don't become a Buddha, you will become a demon, that's what he said to himself. He couldn't help but stare at Ling Tianyun for a long time, he didn't speak for a long time, this atmosphere was a little heavy, and the heaviness made both of them feel uncomfortable.

At this time, a slight breath fluctuation surged in, and they had already caught that faint breath fluctuation, which made them very surprised in their hearts. This kind of aura fluctuation is the fluctuation of the collision of true qi between the two martial cultivators, and this kind of aura fluctuation shows that the two people who are fighting have profound internal strength and cultivation. This discovery also shocked them, because after they came to this Fenglin Town, they investigated the residents of this town, and found that although the residents here were fierce, they were all strong and powerful, and they could not be regarded as real martial cultivators.

The two of them jumped out of the window of the inn and came to the street of Maple Grove Town, and he looked for the traces of the fluctuation of true qi. When they came to the other end of the long street, they came to a courtyard and stopped, the aura fluctuation had been lost, and a figure swept out of the courtyard. Although they didn't see the face of the figure that swept out, the bright red robe was extremely conspicuous.

"Why did the little monk come to Maple Grove Town?" Ye Yinfeng frowned and said in a deep voice, of course he recognized the person in the blood-red robe, not the monk who did not quit. Ling Tianyun looked at this courtyard, this was an ordinary courtyard, with earthen walls and green tiles, and there was nothing special to see under the faint moonlight.

Knowing that the unprecepted monk swept out of this courtyard, the two did not hesitate to climb over the wall and enter. When they jumped into the courtyard, they saw an ordinary middle-aged man sitting calmly on a wooden stake in the courtyard, the middle-aged man's eyes were deeply sunken and his forehead was wide, and he didn't seem to be from the Central Plains. Next to the middle-aged man sat a young boy with an ordinary appearance and some rough skin.

Ling Tianyun looked at the middle-aged man, and when his gaze fell on the middle-aged man's right hand spread out in front of his chest, his pupils shrank slightly. There was only a shocking scar on the thumb of the middle-aged man's right hand, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man's palm, and he found that the man's palm was covered with calluses. At this moment, a faint and terrifying light fell into his eyes, and an ordinary wood knife leaned under the wooden stake where the middle-aged man was sitting.

The old knife looked at the two teenagers who came uninvited, and his heart was slightly shocked, these two teenagers had an extraordinary aura on their bodies, which made him secretly vigilant in his heart. From the bodies of these two teenagers, he felt a pure and yang-like aura, and a soft aura faintly surging. These two teenagers gave him a very special feeling, in addition to their appearance, there was also a very different aura from them. One teenager is as majestic as a pine, and the other is as sharp as a bamboo, there is such an extraordinary teenager in the world, he can't help but think in his heart.

The little mute also saw Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun, didn't these two people enter Fenglin Town with a fairy-like woman, why did these two also come to kill the old knife. Thinking of this, the little mute couldn't help but swish, stood up, and blocked in front of the old knife.

For the little mute's behavior, the old knife's heart welled up with a trace of warmth, but he still stood up and pulled the little mute behind him. His left hand had already held the firewood knife tightly, and he didn't know why, he felt that although the martial arts cultivation realm of these two young men was not as good as that little monk, he felt that these two young people were much more dangerous than that little monk.