The old Taoist priest said a lot of words in one breath, and these words consumed a lot of his energy, and he paused and did not speak again.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng's heart was like a knife, and he hurriedly reached out and pressed it on the old monk's back, slowly infusing his true qi into the other party's body. Hope can play a little role, even if it is a little, he is willing to infuse all the true qi of his life into the other party's body, he prayed silently in his heart.

Li Xiaoyao saw Ye Yinfeng's actions like this, he didn't stop it, he knew that only in this way, maybe Ye Yinfeng would feel better. A sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before began to permeate his heart, his senior brother was seriously injured, and he could not help at all. He could only watch his junior brother doing that useless work, but he couldn't do anything.

Maybe it was Ye Yinfeng's prayers that worked, or maybe it was the true qi he injected into his body that worked.

The old Taoist's face improved, a slight flush appeared on his pale face, and his breathing began to become even.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng was overjoyed, he couldn't help but speed up the speed of transmitting true qi, he hoped that the old Taoist priest would get better soon, and he hoped that the true qi in his body could heal the old Taoist's life and injury. All that was left in his heart was a pure heart, and there were no other distractions.

Only the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao knew what was going on, and he knew that the senior brother was already in a state of returning to the light. And the young man who was sweating profusely didn't know that he was speeding up, and strands of pure "Taiqing Halal Qi" poured into the old man's body like bubbling water.

The old Taoist priest gave Li Xiaoyao a look, and he couldn't bear to destroy the only hope left in Ye Yinfeng's heart.

Li Xiaoyao stepped forward and hugged Ye Yinfeng's shoulders, he couldn't cry anymore, but he still said: "Senior brother, stop it, senior brother, he's all right, you see he's okay now." ”

"Really." Ye Yinfeng stopped the transmission of true qi, he retracted his hands, and climbed in front of the Taoist priest again. found that the other party's face was really flushed, and his breathing became more even.

He couldn't help but be ecstatic, crying and shouting, "Shizun won't die, Shizun won't die." ”

And all this, only Li Xiaoyao and the old Taoist priest knew it, but they really couldn't bear to destroy Ye Yinfeng's last remaining hope, but the reality was still cruel.

"Feng'er, you have to take good care of this "Too Humble Heart Method", don't fall into the hands of Diao Ren, this Heart Method hides a huge secret, as for what this secret is, you still need to find it yourself. And don't try to avenge me, you know. The old Taoist priest finally confessed cautiously.

Li Xiaoyao was already crying silently at this moment, and he nodded hurriedly.

And Ye Yinfeng knew that the old Taoist priest at this time was in a state of returning to the light, he thought that after the transmission of his true qi, the old Taoist priest could save the other party without having to die. As long as the other party doesn't die, where can he care about revenge, he hurriedly nodded.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hands and stroked the pair of young men in front of him, and his thoughts flew back to the time when he was apprenticing. At that time, he was still a teenager, and at that time he stubbornly knelt in front of his master and begged him to accept him. But Shizun thought that his qualifications were too poor, but he refused to agree. So he knelt in front of the small thatched hut of the master for three days and three nights, and finally the master agreed to accept him as an apprentice.

Later, Shizun accepted two more disciples, one of whom was also a chubby young man, just like the chubby Li Xiaoyao in front of him. The other is a handsome and extraordinary young man, just like Ye Yinfeng in front of him. So he had two more juniors and disciples, and the three of them got along in harmony. Later, Shizun disappeared, and there was no one to control them anymore. His other two junior disciples went to Sanqing Mountain, and lived their fairy-like life happily in the Sanqing Temple.

But he traveled through the famous mountains and rivers in the world, hoping to find the whereabouts of his master, and finally the emperor lived up to his wishes. I found my master, and my master is still so young, and he is still so out of the world. Later, his master explained that he was teaching art on behalf of his teacher, and found the blue-clothed young man Ye Yinfeng in front of him. He didn't understand why Shizun did this, but he didn't ask, he only respected Shizun's explanation in his heart.

Later, I learned that Shizun had accepted another disciple, who was said to be the thirteenth brother of Li Jing, the current lord of the Southern Tang Kingdom, and was also a chubby teenager.

The old Taoist priest felt that he was very tired and tired, and he seemed to see his master's father-like face and dusty body again.

He looked at the two teenagers in front of him again, he felt that it was all worth it, and he had waited for the person to wait, and he had left.

Ye Yinfeng threw himself in front of the old Taoist, he lowered his head, he was feeling the old Taoist's hand caressing his head lovingly, he was completely immersed in this joy, but he didn't find that the breath of the old Taoist was getting weaker and weaker.

Li Xiaoyao obviously felt this, but he still couldn't bear to look up at the old Taoist, but the tears flowed bigger and bigger.

"Remember, you have to find the 'Jade of the Apocalypse', legend has it that the jade seal of the country is missing a corner, and the missing part has been made into two jade pendants, which are the 'Jade of the Apocalypse', and those two jade pendants are related to the secrets of the Heavenly Dao. Your master has also spent his whole life trying to unlock this secret, but until now, the 'Jade of the Apocalypse' has not been found. Only these two jade pendants can crack the catastrophe of luck in the world that day, I hope you can remember it. Finally, when I die, I will be reduced to ashes and thrown into the Yangtze River, and I will go with the river. ”

The solemn and cautious voice of the old Taoist priest came from the ears of the two of them, and the voice was like a magic bell lingering in his mind, which did not stop for a long time.

After hearing that, the two nodded solemnly, and they waited for him to continue. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Ye Yinfeng didn't know what to do, he raised his head just to face the emaciated face with a slight smile.

But Li Xiaoyao lowered his head, and at this moment he knew that his senior brother had gone west. This senior brother who has never met before, they met here for the first time, but it was also the last time, but they didn't know how it ended.

"No??????, Master, you don't want to die, ??????", a sad cry sounded, echoing in this temple,

And Li Congjia, who was outside the temple, trembled, he heard the voice, and he also knew that the sound was from Ye Yinfeng, he hurriedly got up from the stone, and hurriedly ran towards the temple, followed by the old man Dugu.

The old yellow dog also heard the barking, and it was hesitating whether to go in to see its little master, but unexpectedly, it was dark, and a fat figure hurriedly rushed past him, and then another figure rushed inside.

The yellow dog wagged his tail and followed the two people in front of him into the temple.

The little fat man Li Congjia trotted to the place of the Guanyin statue, and everything in front of him made him stunned.

saw Ye Yinfeng crying bitterly holding a person in a shabby Taoist robe, while the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao was crying on the side, holding back not to cry.

And the person in Ye Yinfeng's arms lay softly like a snoring old man, but there was a satisfied smile on his pale face. That smile is like a spring breeze, which makes people see the slightest sense of horror after life and death, and some are just endless attachment and mourning.

The old man Dugu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to probe the snort of the person in Ye Yinfeng's arms, then shook his head and walked away silently, his expression was also dark. He knew the old Taoist priest, and they had a good relationship, but they hadn't seen each other for many years, and he didn't expect that the last time they would meet at this time would be in a small temple in a small remote village. Suddenly he understood that the strange man who stole wine and dogs in this village was his old man.

He also immediately understood why he was stealing the wine and why he had stolen all the dogs here. He used alcohol to anesthetize himself, and he used alcohol to hide his serious injuries, and the dog is the most perceptive animal, and if he doesn't finish the dog here, he will be discovered at any time. No wonder the Shura boy seduced the yellow dog brought by Ye Yinfeng, it turned out that he just wanted to find out his whereabouts, but he went to Huangquan before he had time to implement his plan.

Ye Yinfeng hugged the sloppy old Taoist priest whose body had gradually stiffened, and the trance in his eyes was like two hollow deep bottomless holes.

The tears have long since dried up, and the heart has long been so painful that I have no sense.

The bloody sunset came back to his mind when he was only ten years old, and they had only met for the first time. That's how much I didn't like this sloppy old Taoist, and how afraid I was of the strange appearance of this old Taoist priest at that time, as well as the twilight when the sun was like blood.

And now that I think about it, even if the blood-red sunset at that time was not so terrible, this sloppy old Taoist priest was not so annoying. It turned out that this sloppy old man was also so amiable at that time, but time will not go back again, and everything in the past will not come back.

Ye Yinfeng stopped sobbing, his intimber expression was heartbreaking, no one could understand what this young man had experienced, and no one could understand how sad his state of mind was at this time.

Li Xiaoyao can't, and neither can the little fat man Li Congjia, maybe the old man Dugu can feel a little, but they can't do anything, they can only accompany him to grieve in this temple.

Grieving his sorrow, aching his pain.

The road is walked out by one's own feet, and the sad state of mind can only be walked out of by being strong enough. The pain is often more intense than imagined, and what Ye Yinfeng's state of mind is at this time, no one knows, I'm afraid even he doesn't know. This time the sting cut his strength to pieces again, and he couldn't feel any of it anymore.

He numbly put down the stiff corpse of the old Taoist, took a few steps back, knelt down on his knees again, and bowed heavily on the ground with his head, and didn't get up for a long time.

Li Xiaoyao also knelt beside Ye Yinfeng, kneeling with him and bowing without making a sound.

After a long time, Ye Yinfeng stood up, his legs were already numb from his knees, his body staggered, and he was almost unsteady on his feet. Fortunately, the old man was quick and helped him.

Ye Yinfeng nodded to him calmly, he leaned over and helped the old Taoist priest's body up, then squatted down and put the stiff corpse on his back, and finally he walked out with staggering steps.

Li Xiaoyao picked up the long sword that was dropped by Ye Yinfeng and followed him closely, and the little fat man and the old man Dugu also walked out behind the fat Taoist. The old yellow dog whined in its mouth, it may have felt this strange atmosphere, grabbed Ye Yinfeng and ran straight out.

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By the river, the surging river constantly slapped against the rocks on the shore, stirring up waves several feet high, and the waves fell from the shore and turned into turbid foam and disappeared with the whirlpool of the river.

Ye Yinfeng held a wine jar, standing quietly on the rocks by the river, the gusts of river wind blew his wooden cheeks pale, the hair draped casually fluttered with the wind, and he was carrying a bladeless long sword behind him. He gazed at the river, like a tough pine standing proudly, and the blue clothes on his body kept fluttering.

Behind him stood the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao, as well as the little fat man Li Congjia and the old man Dugu in cloth, and of course the old yellow dog who whined a few times from time to time.

There were also a few local villagers standing behind them, they came because of the smoke of the fire, and they were also surprised when they learned the inside story, and they didn't expect that the person who stole the wine and thief dog in the Dragon King Temple was also a Taoist leader, and he was also a real immortal Dao.

Ye Yinfeng opened the lid of the wine jar with a solemn expression, reached out and grabbed a handful of ashes from it and shook it vigorously. The ashes in the sky were swept by the river wind, and they spun around Ye Yinfeng, and they fell into the river with the wind, without even a little wave.

The river water continued to beat on the rocks by the river, making a "boom" sound, and a wine jar was thrown into the heart of the river. The wine jar went down with the boiling river, avoiding the whirlpools everywhere, but stubbornly did not sink into the river, and kept floating on the surface of the river, and gradually disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Ye Yinfeng stared at the wine jar on the river like a sculpture, and a group of white cranes flew on the river from time to time, flapping their wings around the wine jar on the river surface.

The sky has fallen, and the endless night has begun its journey to envelop the earth,

Ye Yinfeng seemed to see the blood-like sunset on the horizon again, and the bright red blood stains like fire began to boil.