"I thought you just left."

"I originally wanted to die in your yard and give you a few relics to remember you later, but I didn't expect you to go ahead of me. After so many years of friendship, of course I have to come and see you off."

"You said I would die?"

"Death is certain."

"Fortune-telling was Niubi's specialty back then. When did you, a monk, learn this skill?"

"This is called enlightenment, and it only happened in the past two years." Ku Zhi looked at Wang Zhen and said with a wry smile.

At this time, Wang Zhen was no longer wearing the gray cloth monk's robe. Instead, he was wearing a dark black and gold-patterned satin gown. Although his big bald head looked a bit strange under the moonlight, the majesty between his brows and eyes was awe-inspiring.

Wei: "There are countless people in the world who want to kill me, but I have survived to this day. Now, unless I want to, who else can take my life?"

Ku Zhi was silent for a while, then looked at Wang Zhen and said word by word: "If you and I take action, the outcome is still uncertain."

"You want to kill me?"

"No, I'm just reminding you that there may not be anyone stronger than you in this world. What's more, people are not as good as God. Those who kill may not have better martial arts than you. A naughty boy can kill someone with a stone. It just depends on the timing.

That's all." Seeing Wang Zhen still looking dismissive, Ku Zhi shook his head: "If you start killing again that night, I will know that your inner demon has been reborn. Since I can't stop you, then you can go ahead.

But I have one last message for you."

"Tell me?"

"The eight sufferings of life are birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, meeting of resentments and hatred, not being able to seek what you want, and not being able to let go. If you can see through it, you will achieve the right result."

"Ha, I remember." Wang Zhen smiled up at the sky, waved his hand, turned around and left.

He heard what Ku Zhi said, but whether he heard it or not was the only one who knew in his heart.

She is beautiful in yellow clothes and with a white sword. She possesses Samadhi with a fallen plum sword in one hand, punishes evil and promotes good, and has a bodhisattva heart. Speaking of Yang Xiangning, a direct disciple of Master Hui Jing of the Emei Sect, I dare not say it because it is too far away, but it is quite famous in the Sichuan area.

.

People often wonder how the hot-tempered Master Hui Jing could accept such a gentle disciple. It is also interesting that the disciple is not like the master.

"Xiang Ning."

"Uncle Master."

"You've always looked worried lately, but what's on your mind?"

"Back to the head master, my disciples have been recently..." Yang Xiangning's hesitant appearance was noticed by Master Huining. She thought about it and said with a smile: "But you feel a little homesick?"

Yang Xiangning shook her head: "No, no, the disciple has not yet completed his studies, how could he..."

The repeated refusals made Master Huining believe her guess even more, and she patted Yang Xiangning's head gently: "You have been in Emei for nearly ten years and you haven't said anything about going home. It's normal to be homesick. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. That's it.

Okay, my uncle will allow you to go down the mountain and go home for a visit. It will last for three months. By the way, I will also help my uncle bring a letter to your uncle. Your master's uncle will help you and tell you to pack up.

Let’s go down the mountain.”

In this way, Yang Xiangning rode all the way towards Desheng Pass on the bank of Han River.

Yang Xiangning's surname is Yang Bujia, but he is actually from the Dongfang family, and he is not a distant relative. Dongfang Guanhai counts as his biological uncle. A story about a man and an idiot and a woman's resentment is not worth talking about. In short, Yang Xiangning's parents died in the end.

He was sent to the Emei Sect by Dongfang Guanhai.

This is not because Dongfang Guanhai or the Dongfang family has any prejudice or targeting against Yang Xiangning. It is just because the Dongfang family has a good relationship with the Emei sect. When Yang Xiangning was a child, Master Hui Jing noticed that Yang Xiangning had good talent, so she took her into the family.

It is also an indisputable fact that the martial arts of the Emei sect is more suitable for women than the family traditions of the Eastern aristocratic families.

Traveling hurriedly, Yang Xiangning arrived at the Han River in a total of ten days, and then traveled upstream for another three days to reach the villa of the Oriental Family.

After the guard made the announcement, Yang Xiangning entered the villa and saw Dongfang Guanhai.

As the old saying goes, if they haven't seen each other for three years, they are either close or not. However, Dongfang Guanhai was still very kind to Yang Xiangning. After some pleasantries, Dongfang Guanhai asked the housekeeper to arrange a family dinner, and then took Yang Xiangning to the back garden.

It is midsummer, and the villa built by the water is suitable for both cold and heat. The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, and Yang Xiangning's pretty face is even more beautiful than the flowers. Dongfang Guanhai couldn't help but sigh: "It looks really like it."

"uncle?"

"Nothing. Haha, it's just that you look more and more like your mother." Dongfang Guanhai smiled gently and sat down in the pavilion: "You entered Emei when you were seven years old. Now this is in the past...

Ten years, right? I haven't seen you send more letters home, and my uncle rarely cares about you. Thinking about it, I feel sorry for your mother."

"Uncle is serious. My uncle has many things to do. Xiangning is living a good life in Emei. Master, uncle, and a group of senior sisters and sisters also take good care of Xiangning. Uncle doesn't have to worry." Yang Xiangning poured a cup of tea for Dongfang Guanhai, and then left.

He unpacked his bag behind his back and took out a letter: "Uncle, this is a letter from my uncle Huining, please read it."

"Oh, good." Dongfang Guanhai finally opened the letter, read it at a glance, and smiled slightly: "Master, you are very polite."

Yang Xiangning asked again: "By the way, uncle, when we entered the martial arts arena, there were many martial arts people shouting and shouting as if they were rehearsing some kind of formation, but judging from their clothes, they were not disciples of my Dongfang family?"

"Oh, them." Dongfang Guanhai didn't hide anything from her, and said directly: "Xichang Changgong Wang Zhi berated Fengyang, and he is about to pass the victory. My Dongfang family was entrusted by someone to deal with him.

These Jianghu people come from all sects and all want to deal with him."

"Wang Zhi?" Yang Xiangning was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it Xu Bao?"

"Wang Zhi? Xu Bao?" Dongfang Guanhai looked at Yang Xiangning and said with a smile: "The evil sword Xu Bao appeared for a short time, and now it has disappeared. No one can tell whether it is dead or alive. How could it be him. Wang Zhi,

Of course, that factory owner from the West Factory is no longer there, otherwise we, the Dongfang Family, would not take action." Seeing Yang Xiangning's disappointed look, Dongfang Guanhai asked again: "Why, you thought it was that Xu who came here?

Bao? Do you know him?"

"Oh, no." Yang Xiangning waved her hands quickly and hesitated: "I accidentally heard on the mountain that there was an eunuch in the palace who came out of the palace. He was very powerful in martial arts, so he thought it was the same Xu Bao. Before the rebellion in Shu, the master led

I have met that Xu Bao once."
Chapter completed!