There is Jiangzhou to the south of the river, and Yuzhang County to the north of the river, and Jing'an County is among them.

There is an inconspicuous small temple in the northern suburbs of the county town. The small temple enshrines a stone-carved reclining Buddha. The reclining Buddha has a very hard and aggrieved lying on the east wall and his feet are on the west wall.

In front of the Buddha, apart from the original abbot, another young monk came one day. Since he arrived, the incense of this Buddhist temple has suddenly become much more prosperous.

The young monk's eyebrows and eyes were very ordinary, but no one saw them, he felt that his appearance was extraordinary and Buddha-like. Some people even said that the Twelve Masters were the bright moon and lotus flowers that were clearly recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

It is said that the Buddhist principles of the Twelve Masters are extremely profound, attracting believers from several counties around. Not to mention that the county's Yuxianzun and the Twelve Masters often come and go, even the men in the county town have visited monks. For this reason, local gentry are already working to contact and want to raise funds to expand this small temple into a temple.

One day in winter, Yu Huolin took his old servants to the northern suburbs of Zilai Buddha Temple as usual.

What made him a little strange was that the Twelve Monks did not wait for him outside the temple gate as early as before. After all, for a Buddhist master, the aura of the Blue Blood Ge was so unique that it was impossible to hide it.

Outside the temple gate, the old monk Tongcheng, whose name was called Twelve, was a little sad. After seeing Yu Huolin, he hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, "I have seen the donor Yu."

Yu Huolin asked, "Why, are the twelve masters not in the temple?"

When the old monk Tongcheng heard this, he was a little hesitant, and Qiqi Ai Ai couldn't speak.

Yu Huolin said angrily: "What happened?"

"The uncle of the master said he wanted to go to the river to see someone. If he didn't come back, he didn't have to wait for him. He was in a hurry to leave, and the little monk didn't know the details."

Yu Huolin was startled and turned back to the old servant without hesitation and said, "Go back and get my official seal, and use the official seal to transfer all the three yamen runners and the thirty horse stair archers."

Without waiting for the old servant to agree, Yu Huolin rushed to the riverside. He was a weak civil servant, and he actually walked like a flying man, no less than the martial artist in the world.

He rushed to the riverside, but did not see the scene of the twelve monks lying in blood. Looking around, he saw a young monk wearing a white coarse cloth robes sitting on a bluestone by the river. He had not taken care of his head in time and had grown a layer of green strands. Although this was the case, it did not give people a sense of sloppyness. Instead, the young monk was straightforward and cute.

Next to the twelve monk stood a burly man wearing a blue-robed giant sword. His face was slightly purple, square nose and big ears, and a tiger's hair.

Yu Huolin secretly praised in his heart: "It turns out that birds of birds gather together, and the people who make friends with the twelve monks are really not ordinary people."

He was hesitating in his heart, wondering if he should go up to see the ceremony, but he heard the twelve monks laughing and said, "You donor came by coincidence, and I was talking about you with Donor Pei."

Upon hearing this, Qinghuang's face couldn't help but smile, and walked forward and said, "The twelve masters are free and easy, which makes me and the old monk Tongcheng a false alarm."

He looked at the man in green and bowed, "I am at the bottom of Yu Huolin. Your magnificent appearance is so impressive that it makes people feel sad. I wonder if I have the name of Gao?"

Yu Huolin was sincere in his relationship, so he did not mention his official position.

The man in green returned the court solemnly and replied: "Pei Dongting, a swordsman from Xiajiang Lake, was born in a poor family. Even though he was supported by the masters in the sect, he did not dare to claim the name of Gao. Just now, the twelve masters were talking to Pei, saying that Yu Gong was half the master of the magic weapon, and he would definitely be famous in the immortal post in the future. Pei admired him very much."

Yu Huolin's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he said in a lost voice: "But with one sword, he destroyed the second peak of Tianmen, established Tiantai Mountain, and opened the Second Dragon Gorge, Pei Dongting? Qingyi... That's naturally!"

He suddenly remembered something and, without waiting for Pei Dongting to answer, continued to ask: "Brother Pei Ba Buqun, I heard that he came from a famous family like West Lake Sword Palace. Today, I saw that he had an old relationship with the Twelve Masters. Does he respect Ao Zhizheng?"

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Yu Huolin's mind: "Bei Dongting could learn about the Bixue Ge and the Exiled Immortal Tie from the twelve monks. It can be seen that the two have a close relationship. What kind of virtue is Ao Mang, and how can he conquer such a person?"

Pei Dongting was stunned when he heard this. Seeing that Yu Huolin's eyes were clear and firm, he was a very tough and fierce personality among civil servants. So he replied calmly: "I have old mentors and Ao Gong, and many disciples are ordered to help him achieve their success."

Yu Huolin looked at the Twelve Monks and asked, "The Twelve Masters, Ao has a high rank and a powerful position, and it is not a big deal for people in the world to provide him with advice. But I have never understood why he is involved in this secular dispute because of the Kalan Temple?"

The Twelve Monk looked at him and shook his head and said: What you see is only appearance. Jialan Temple supports Ao Mang because he made a promise to my master. If it were other powerful ministers, it would be the same. This matter is too much, and I only know the tip of the iceberg. The chess players behind the scenes are the ancient saints who were only seen in ancient books such as "The Holy Chapter", and are real immortals and Buddhas. The greatness of Zhoutian is just a place for a son."

When Yu Huolin heard this, he suddenly noticed a subtle and interesting difference, that is, Pei Dongting called Ao Mang as Ao Gong, but the Twelve Monks always called him his name, while he politely called him Ao Zhizheng with his official position.

The three of them have a clear view of their position.

He frowned and said, "From thousands of years today, I can't see the records of ancient saints appearing in history. Sometimes human power is poor. Can we really live forever?"

The twelve monks drooped their eyes, folded their hands together, and after a long time, they said, "It's two or one, I have nothing to say about it."

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Zhongzhou, south of Longting County, Yanqiu Mountain.

Twelve green pine plants are planted on the top of Luofu, which are green all year round. Every spring, the geese returning from the south end here at this mountain, and will not continue to move north after they are truly thawed in the north.

The weather is still cold and the geese are gone.

Nineteen corpses were found on Luofu's top, and the seventh green pine tree was stained with blood.

He leaned under the tree as if no one was around, and there were two blood lines winding around the sword on the iron sword in his hand.

This originally nameless fierce soldier was silent like its owner, but no one could ignore it. He has been named a ferocious image by people in the world - the Chichi Sword.

There are no less than a hundred people around the sword demon dozens of feet away. Just by looking at the color of patronage, you can distinguish six or seven different sects.

"Uncle Mo, this sword demon can kill seventeen masters of Qi training in one breath. Could it be that he has become a master?"

A young disciple looked at the elders in the sect with horror.

Uncle Mo had an old face, holding a snake-shaped strange sword, and had the cultivation level of the peak of Qi training. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "Where is it so easy to inspire to enter the Tao? Everyone, this son has become a demonic nature. If he becomes a master, he will definitely lead to a catastrophe in the martial arts world! Let's go together and kill him!"

After saying that, he flipped his wrist and had already grasped a flying knife with a cold light.

Several other leading older figures looked at each other, then shook their eyes at the disciples, and took out their own hidden weapon.

Everyone looked at each other, including flying knives, sharp cones, sleeve arrows, seven-star darts, poisonous needles, and some strange shapes that could not be called famous. They couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Uncle Mo's eyes rolled and he whispered: "Cut off the pine tree that is in the way!"

Everyone nodded, holding weapons in one hand and tying hidden weapons in the other hand, slowly approaching in a half-ring. Several peak Qi training masters even put on their own clothes regardless of consumption.

When they got closer, the two men waved several times at the top of the half ring to cut off the two pine trees at both ends.

The encirclement continued to shrink, and the two old pine trees suffered unanticipated disasters.

Wu Ersan shook his body to the right and immediately returned to the original place. The hidden weapon immediately fell like rain, tearing an old pine to pieces.

The sword demon who was about to die of sleepiness finally spoke, and said word by word, decisively: "If the heaven does not kill Wu Ersan, he will prosper and kill to repay the heaven!"

The red dragon sword shone brightly, and two scarlet thin threads that were only three feet long came out of the sword, twisting like a snake in the sky, and bypassing the necks of more than a hundred people at a very fast speed. Even the Gangyi of several peak masters of Qi training could not delay the two scarlet thin threads for a moment.

Uncle Mo opened his eyes wide, and a sound sounded in his throat, and finally squeezed out a few intermittent words: "Since there is... sword energy... why not... use it early?"

Wu Ersan glanced at him and said coldly: "The sword energy is very powerful, and the murder is too great, and the resentment in his heart is unrest!"

Uncle Mo made a short nasal sound that seemed to be crying and laughing, and fell to the ground dejectedly, and his chest was stained with blood in his neck.

Wu Ersan carried several storms on his back, and his sword energy was exhausted, and he also sat down dejectedly.

Just at this moment, a fierce bird song suddenly came from the sky, and a black shadow rushed down from the clouds.

The sword demon who could no longer raise the sword closed his eyes and waited for death.

An old voice rang in his ears: "Boy, it's not in vain that I can go all the way to Yanqiu Mountain by just the first realm of inspiration."

Wu Ersan suddenly opened his eyes and shone with cold light.

The black shadow in the sky was clearly visible. It was not a ferocious bird, but an old Taoist priest with a yellow head and deep wrinkles on his face.

"Arrangement?"

Wu Ersan repeated it softly, and the Red Chi sword vibrated violently.

The old Taoist priest fell to the top of a pine tree, and his originally bulging robe sleeves fell, showing his thin body.

He stared at Wu Ersan's eyes from a high point, sneered, and said, "Don't be wrong. These remnants of Xiangli King are going to kill you. I am just spreading news in the world, attracting people who are greedy and greedy, and adding some people to kill along the way."

Wu Ersan struggled to sit up, his tone was cold: "I have many doubts in my life. If the old senior knew, Wu Ersan had nothing in his body, but the sword in his hand was still sharp."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, waved his hand and dusted the dust that did not exist on the Taoist robe, and said, "I can't say it, but someone may tell you that this is also your opportunity."

"who?"

The old Taoist priest stopped talking and suddenly flew up and reached out and grabbed him.

Wu Ersan's eyes were fixed and he wanted to resist, but his whole body could not move.

The young sword demon was grabbed by the old Taoist priest like an eagle and a rabbit, and his whole body couldn't help but leave the ground.

The two of them flew higher and higher, and they actually went straight into Qingming!
Chapter completed!