"The little monk went down the mountain to fast, the old monk had an explanation, the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and you must avoid the ••••••• when you meet it", at the foot of Tianlong Mountain, a slightly childish song broke the quiet woods. But I saw a little monk dressed in a bright robe, holding a golden manganese bowl in his hand, jumping and walking happily on the path in the forest. This monk is not very old, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but this monk's appearance is extremely handsome, with red lips and white teeth, a face like a crown of jade and a bright head, this monk's whole head gives people a round beauty.

The monk looked east and west from time to time, but the little song he hummed in his mouth did not stop, sentence after sentence, just repeating the tune. A secluded path leads to the empty and mysterious Tianlong Mountain, the monk raised his feet, his body jumped, and the person had jumped several feet away, and in the dense woods, I saw the bright robe in the cracks in the forest, and the dappled sunlight was eye-catching.

"This Yan Gongzi is really a wonderful person, this song is good. Although the little monk has only learned part of it, the meaning contained in this song is fascinating. The little monk stopped humming, and he said to himself, but he moved faster into the mountain.

The little monk ran and ran along this quiet path, and when he came to an open field, he stopped his steps. I saw three people standing on the empty flat ground, two flower-haired old men in brocade clothes, and the two old men were far away from each other was a young woman in red.

I saw that there was a trace of sadness in the eyes of this young woman, and the faces of the two flower-haired old men who had some similar appearances were full of anger. The two sides of the confrontation didn't care about the arrival of the little monk, and the old man stared closely at the young woman in red like a fire dance.

"Yan'er, did you take my Zhang family's treasures, why did you do this?" One of the old men asked the young woman. There was a hint of annoyance on the faces of the two flower-haired old men, and they only glanced at the little monk who had jumped onto the ground, and then fell on the young woman in red.

The little monk had a trace of doubt in his heart, obviously the three of them knew each other, but he didn't know why there was a trace of grief in the eyes of this young girl. As for the heirloom that the flower-haired old man said and was directly ignored by him, there was nothing in this world that made him more tempted than such a beautiful woman like a flower.

There is such a beautiful girl like a flower between the mountains, how can this not make him happy, it seems that he has come to the right place. Although the two women in Tsing Yi ran away, they met another young girl who was as red as fire, and this Buddha master was really not thin on himself. The little monk's heart couldn't help but bloom with joy, and there was a strange light in his confused eyes.

"Two grandfathers, the granddaughter didn't touch anything in the house, don't you believe the granddaughter? All of the granddaughter's packages have also been searched by them, and you have really wronged the granddaughter. The red-clothed young girl's eyes flashed with a look of disquency, a few crystalline lights swirled in her eyes, and she replied timidly to the two flower-haired old men across from her.

It turned out to be the relationship between his ancestors and grandchildren, and the little monk was not in a hurry to enter the mountain, he found a big stone next to this empty flat land, and sat down like this. But his eyes never took off the woman in red, and as for the two flower-haired old men, they were directly ignored by him.

The little monk's leisurely sitting attracted three eyes to fall on him, "Where did the little monk come from, what do you see, hurry away." When one of the old men saw this monk, his face couldn't help but be full of anger, and he shouted at the little monk, obviously the arrival of this monk made him very unhappy.

"Amitabha, the little monk is just passing by, you continue. Just as if the little monk didn't exist, the little monk would rest here for a while and leave. The little monk clasped his hands together and said with a straight face. It's just that his eyes didn't even look at the two flower-haired old men, and his eyes kept falling on the young girl in red like fire.

"Little monk, don't toast, don't eat and drink, don't let the old man be rude." When the other old man heard this, he was furious, and he shouted at the little monk. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the little monk, obviously he didn't like the existence of outsiders, so he was so eager to drive the little monk away.

"Ouch, I said this donor, this heaven and earth are big, is this Tianlong Mountain your family? The little monk is where he wants, the Buddha said that meeting is fate, and the little monk is just passing by, and it can't hinder you from anything. This benefactor, •••••••••" The little monk's words were interrupted before he could finish speaking.

saw that the flower-haired old man came to him, and his right hand turned into a claw and grabbed his left shoulder, and the little monk obviously didn't expect that the flower-haired old man would suddenly make a move. So much so that he paused before he could finish his words, but there was still no fear on the monk's face, and he looked very relaxed, calmly facing the old man's clawed right hand and grabbing him.

The flower-haired old man's face was full of anger, and he stretched out his right hand like lightning to grab the little monk, and when his right hand landed on the little monk's left shoulder, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, and then the look in his eyes turned into horror. He clearly felt that his right hand fell on the little monk's left shoulder, although the internal force he had gathered was only two or three layers, but under his hard grasp, the monk did not move.

His right hand seemed to be grasping an iron plate, which made his five fingers stiff and painful, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked. The old man increased his strength a few more points, but the result was still the same, as if his right hand was grasping an iron plate of extremely hard steel. This change made the old man's face change several times, he secretly gritted his teeth, he used the strength of his whole body, and also instilled all the true qi in his body into the five fingers of his right hand, he secretly made a move, and the five fingers turned into five sharp swords and grabbed the left shoulder of the little monk.

The old man's face suddenly changed, becoming extremely pale, and the horror in his eyes became more and more intense, and he clearly saw that the little monk was looking at him with a smile on his face. This made him annoyed, and the true qi and strength of his whole body were instilled on his five fingers, but he didn't even scratch the other party's brightly colored robe.

He felt the sarcastic smile in the eyes of the little monk, which made him feel annoyed and angry, and he was once again mad and angry, and there were layers of turbulent and roaring breath all over his body, and he once again grabbed the little monk's left shoulder. With a "click", he heard a bone breaking, and this sound made his face look like joy, but the joy on his face just rose, but it froze on his face.

Then he felt a piercing pain coming from his right finger, and he was shocked to find that the sound of bone cracking was not the sound of the little monk's shoulder blade breaking, but the index finger of his right hand was broken. His face couldn't help but turn even paler from the pain of his heart, and he let out a roar like a beast, raised his left hand and slapped it down on the top of the little monk's head.

With a "bang", he only felt that his left palm slapped on an even harder iron plate, and a huge counterattack force came from his left palm, which shook his left palm to a crisp and numb. There was endless fear in his heart, and the old man's body swept backwards as quickly as if he had seen a ghost. When his body landed beside the other old man, he settled on his body.

The little monk smiled proudly, looking at the young woman in red clothes like fire, and her eyes like lacquer had a somewhat charming and strange color. The little monk still didn't look at the two flower-haired old men, as if what had just happened was as if he had never been born. His charming smile glowed with a touch of intoxicating love, making it difficult to indulge in it.

Zhang Lingyan's heart couldn't help but tremble, she had never seen such charming eyes, those little star-like eyes had a little intoxicating warmth in them, making her feel like she was about to melt into those star-like eyes. The little monk's face was incomparably soft, and there was a layer of mysterious light on her soft cheeks, which made her want to worship. She felt as if she was surrounded by a vast starry sky, and she was deeply immersed in it.

She couldn't leave those eyes anymore, she seemed to feel that there was the warmth she wanted in those eyes, as if a white-clothed dust-free figure floated in the endless starry sky, which made her heart tremble. How she wished that she could accompany the flawless man in white in the infinite starry sky, even if it was thousands of years, or maybe eternal life.

The little monk saw a blurry light in the eyes of the young girl in red, and the demonic light shot out of his eyes became more and more intense. The strange gaze was like a brilliant rainbow, and a seven-colored bridge was erected on the body of the little monk, and then it let the body of the young girl in red clothes like fire, and finally fell into the eyes of the girl.

"Yan'er" spat out from another old man with a loud shout, while the other old man whose eyes were still shocked flashed with a strange essence. "Big brother, let's withdraw, this little monk is very weird, and the little brother is not the opponent of this monk." The flower-haired old man turned around and rushed out of the mountain.

"What are you going to do, what about Yan'er, don't you ask about the whereabouts of the Zhang family's treasures?" The other flower-haired old man asked unwillingly. However, when his eyes fell on the young girl in red, his face showed a little fear, because his shout was a burst of luck, but his granddaughter was still deeply trapped in the little monk's gaze and could not wake up. There is such a strange practice in this world, where is this little monk still a human, he is simply a demon monk, thinking of this, this flower-haired old man also scurried away, and went out of the mountain, but he no longer cared about the safety of his granddaughter.

When Ye Yinfeng's figure appeared at the foot of Tianlong Mountain, the sun in the sky was like a scorching barbecue on the earth, fortunately, the trees under Tianlong Mountain were lush, and there were gusts of fresh breeze blowing in the face, which made this Tianlong Mountain have a cool feeling. There is no avenue at the foot of Tianlong Mountain, only a few secluded paths go straight to the mountain, Ye Yinfeng can only rely on luck to pick a trail casually, spread his body and run towards the mountain.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he entered the path, he heard two sounds of breaking the sky, which made him stop his steps. The two rapid sounds of breaking the air came quickly down the mountain, and the gusts of air flow agitated breath came towards him, making him can't help but lift his breath, he didn't expect to meet martial cultivators here, and listening to the two sounds of breaking the air, the cultivation of these two people is obviously extraordinary.

He could only hold his feet and stand beside the path, and soon two shadows rushed down from the mountain. Then he saw the two flower-haired old men clearly, and those two were the two brothers Zhang Lanzhi and Zhang Hanzhi of the Zhang family in Raozhou. When he saw Zhang Hanzhi's figure appear, his heart was like stirring up a thousand waves.