It was winter, and it was located in the north. The dilapidated temple was covered with a thick layer of white snow. Pedestrians would make a creaking sound when they stepped on it.

A group of heroes from the world, including men and women, old and young, strong and weak, carried their luggage and walked outside the dilapidated temple with their luggage. The leader shouted: "It is difficult to walk on a snowy night, so let's rest for now, and leave again tomorrow."

He exhaled a white breath from his mouth, indicating the coldness.

"Okay, I am no longer as old as my senior year, and my hands and feet are frozen a little stiff." A bald old man responded with a smile.

With his lead, many people agreed, so they divided it into several groups and arrived at the entrance of the ruined temple and climbed the steps.

"Stop." The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a big cloak with a savage on his waist, "There is a fire inside, I will go in and snoop."

The rest of the people immediately looked into the temple with caution, and saw a warm orange light coming from the cracks of the closed doors and windows.

The middle-aged man pulled out his sword with one hand and pushed open the temple door with the other, gathered his eyes, looked in, and immediately exclaimed: "Why is there no one?"

He didn't dare to be careless and looked around from the door. After a while, he saw Meng Qi lying between the fire and the incense table, curled up.

He tied his hair into a bun, hydrated clothes, and had a knife and a sword around him. Although he did not hear the sound of breathing, he could feel the obvious breath of life.

"It's a sleeping Taoist priest." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was not an enemy, a master of gangsters, and a disciple of Yuezhi Township, "Let me whisper a little, don't disturb others, and make another fire outside."

Everyone entered one after another, closed the temple gate, blocked the cold wind, and a large fire broke out in the center, sitting clearly around, and it was obvious that it was a temporary team.

They were all silent, as if they were thinking about their minds, but they had just melted snow. They took out the dry food and ate while baking.

Meng Qi was too lazy to pay attention to them, so he continued to practice the thirteen postures of the first volume of the Yi Jin Jing, each posture was filled with tea.

"Dad, Dad, look, the Taoist priest's sleeping position is so strange." A young girl in her teens tied with braids poked her father's arm curiously and excitedly, leading everyone's eyes to Meng Qi.

Her father was the leader. After taking a look, he coughed lightly and said, "Don't watch others practice martial arts, be careful to make enemies."

"Practice? Dad. Is this practicing?" The little girl was very lively and curious.

The leader looked around and his face was solemn: "I heard that Xuanmen has the technique of guiding breathing and venting, and his posture is different from that of ordinary people."

"It's not that I haven't seen any disciples of the Xuanmen who are moral and other authentic, so there is no such weirdness..." The young man with acne on his face muttered.

The cold wind was blowing, causing the windows and doors to silence, covering up his words.

The bald old man coughed: "Mr. Wen is right. Everyone meets by chance, so don't talk about Taoist master. We run around on snowy nights. The most important thing is to take good care of ourselves."

When I heard the word "running", the slightly lively atmosphere suddenly became solidified again.

Just then, someone knocked on the temple gate.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong. The sound spread far away in the snow-white and cold night.

"Who?" Mr. Wen asked loudly with his sword tightly. He didn't notice anyone approaching just now, and could hide his walking and moving in the snow. This lightness skill is extraordinary!

Female, in her twenties, with a plain white cotton jacket and a cloak. When you were discussing my posture, you came out of the mountains and forests. The sound of stepping on the snow was very weak, leaving only shallow footprints, and was immediately covered by snowflakes. There was also an old man beside her, tall, covered with green robe, bent over, and possessed protective energy... Meng Qi just finished practicing for a round and "answer" their questions in his heart.

In the state of "Yi Jin Jing", I seem to have a feeling of being united by nature and returning to the womb. With this, the response to the surrounding things is better than usual, and the distance between twenty or thirty feet is like seeing and hearing with my own eyes.

"A man who lost his way on a snowy night." A female voice sounded outside the door, with a soft accent, with a southern smell.

Mr. Wen smiled with caution and said, "A land without a border, please give me."

He could still tell when he was close to the door.

The temple gate opened again, and the two of them came in exactly the same as Meng Qi's "description". The woman's melon-shaped face and willow-leaf eyebrows were a little refreshing. She shook the snowflakes on the cloak, carried a long sword with a red rope, and walked to the side with the old man.

Seeing the two of them, Mr. Wen and the bald old man changed their faces, not knowing whether they were afraid or embarrassed.

The girl with the hunchbacked man and the old man with the hunchback did not raise the fire, and sat directly on the ground, looking at Mr. Wen and the old man with baldness. She was first confused, then suddenly realized, and then she felt a little contempt, as if she had known him in the past.

But they didn't say anything, and there was an unspeakable silence in the temple.

Another group of people came, hiding their breath and sneaking... Meng Qi changed his posture.

In this state, he had a subtle visual difference in the internal skills, swordsmanship and swordsmanship he had learned, and looked at them from another perspective, condescending angle.

The true qi subconsciously flows and changes, and the meridian routes change slightly. Meng Qi makes a slight adjustment based on this vague feeling, but he cannot summarize them, which is mysterious and difficult to describe.

"The god camel outside the border, Mrs. Red Line, I don't know where you are going?" Suddenly, a sinister sound sounded, as far as it was, as near as it was, as left and right, leaving Mr. Wen and others nowhere to distinguish his specific location.

The little girl with pigtails was so scared that she almost cried. Could it be an evil ghost?

Mrs. Hongzhi snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a god, do you dare to come out and see me? I will go to Jushen Village!"

"The old tuft also went to the Jushen Village." The tuft outside the frontier said in a deep voice.

When Mr. Wen and the bald old man and others were darkened, shocked and frightened when they heard the three words "Ji Shen Zhuang", they were actually related to "Ji Shen Zhuang"? Could it be that the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation deliberately chose the location where I teleported?

The voice of the sinister test came back: "It turns out to be the same as I guessed. I wonder what you are going to Jushen Village to do?"

"Of course it is to stop Miss Huangfu Fei from marrying you 'Moonland'!" Although Mrs. Hongyi was a woman, she spoke directly and cheerfully, implicitly angry.

"Marriage is a beautiful thing, why should we stop it?" The Yin quiz sound pretended to be surprised, erratic, making people's scalp numb.

Mrs. Hongshi stood up and pressed the hilt of the sword: "Senior Huangfu broke through the shackles of his predecessors, and was the strongest in all generations. So he went crazy into the mountains before he was old. His disciples and daughters were not yet made. You 'Moon Land' bullied the orphans and widows, forcibly married, and wanted to seize the foundation of the gods and farms. What's the good thing?"

Compared with Jiuxiang, which has been passed down for many generations, the Jushenzhuang founded by Huangfu Tao does not have the same master as him, and the strongest disciples under him are only Jiujiao. If he goes crazy for twenty years late, the Jushenzhuang's foundation will be completely stable. After all, for a strong outsider, he is about sixty years old and powerful. Huangfu Tao himself also thinks so, so he only gets married and has children after he is forty.

"The Lord Huangfu Zhuang died young. My 'Monthly Land' wants to help Miss Huangfu stabilize his career. How could he bully the orphan and widowed mother?" Yin Chuangchao's voice answered without surprise.

"Hmph, Miss Huangfu has a lover who refuses it many times, and everyone knows it. Mrs. Huangfu cried and bowed to the tomb of clothes and then reluctantly agreed. Why? Xue Shaoxia, the third disciple of Master Huangfu, ran around to contact this matter, but who was attacked and killed?" Mrs. Hongyi was angry and said sharply, "Mr. Xiyue was afraid that she would lack some good deeds to fight for the position of Emperor Tianyuan!"

"Mr. Xiyue" is very familiar with the ancient times, and is the contemporary master of "The Land of Moon". It has been promoted for a few years - this world has obtained the inheritance of Zhenwu Quasi Tomb, and the division of martial arts is consistent with the main world.

The Yin Test voice was silent for a moment before saying, "I advise you with kind words, but you are arrogant. Are you not afraid of death?"

Mrs. Hongzhi pulled out her long sword with a clang, pointed at the roof, and said sternly: "You are taking advantage of the situation to rob, may you have no helper to Jushenzhuang? Senior Huangfu has been a hero for many years and is willing to give advice to the younger generation. Friends and old friends are everywhere, how can you deceive me?"

"Haha." The voice of Yin Test laughed, "It's a pity that his friend has no strong man in the outdoor scene. So since the marriage was announced, for three months, including the two of you, there were no more than ten fingers to go to Jushenzhuang to help. After being persuaded by me, most of them retreated, while a small number of them went to see Huangfu Tao."

"After all, things in the world are about strength. You must know that most people are greedy and greedy. What can they do if they are chivalrous and righteous, and give favors? Of course, there are a very small number of people like you who are not greedy but have brain problems."

Mrs. Hongzhi laughed so much that she pointed her sword at Mr. Wen and the bald old man: "Yes, I know that most people are really ungrateful and ungrateful, you! Wen Qichang was chased by the six ghosts of Wei River for thousands of miles and almost died. Fortunately, Senior Huangfu passed by and drew his sword to help him, so he survived. Later, he saw that you were seriously injured and could not recover, so he left you in Jushenzhuang as a deacon, a matchmaker for you, and asked you to marry a wife, right?"

"You! Chi Feng, you offended the disciples of Tianzhi Township. Your family was destroyed and your people were destroyed. Who took you in? Who helped you go to Tianzhi Township to seek justice?"

...

She pointed out her names one by one, making Mr. Wen, the bald old man and others blush, ashamed, and at the same time she felt anger and angry.

"That's how you repay him? When Jushenzhuang was in danger, he fled with many good men?" Mrs. Hongxin shouted, "Although I am a weak woman, I have to give advice from Senior Huangfu. I will keep this kindness in my heart. Today, even if I am broken into pieces, I will still rush to Jushenzhuang to help Miss Huangfu seek justice!"

The god Tuo outside the frontier also stood up and said in an old voice: "If it weren't for the Lord Huangfu, the old Tuozi would have died thirty years ago. He lived for thirty years and lived for thirty years in his prime. Now he used this old bone to exchange it, it's worth it!"

"Yumi's head, don't know how to live or die!" said the voice of Yin Test.

"Okay! This is the chivalrous man!" Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

Mrs. Hongshi turned her head and looked at her, and saw a handsome Taoist priest standing next to the fire inside. She was wearing a hydrated suit, tied silk ribbons, stepped on hemp shoes, carried a sword, and carried a long sword. She felt a sense of freedom and dust.

What's the point of this Taoist priest mixed with... Wen Qichang and others were at a loss.

Meng Qi smiled and walked forward: "But the chivalrous man never forces others. Mr. Wen is no longer capable, and he has a wife and a daughter. Even if he stays, it will be useless. Instead, it hurts the whole family. It is understandable..."

He then slowly said Mrs. Hongshi's words before, and heard Wen Qichang and Chi Feng sighed, Mrs. Hongshi's eyebrows were raised, and the face of the god camel outside the border was gloomy.

"Hey, you little Taoist priest is a person who understands the truth." Yin Chuangzi praised.

Mrs. Red Line was about to speak, Meng Qi stroked the hilt of the knife and laughed: "I have been able to guide the sword technique with Senior Huangfu. I am willing to join the gathering village with the two."

"You..." Mrs. Hongzhi didn't expect the turn to such a big turn. She looked at the handsome Taoist priest who was out of the sky in front of her and didn't know how to touch her for a moment.

The voice of the sinister test snorted coldly: "It turns out that I am also a life-and-death..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi's tongue and spring thunder were heard, and his voice was harvested:

"Hide your head and reveal your tail, come down for me!"

He used the ** mysterious skill to simulate purple thunder power to push Lei Yan.

"Hide your head and reveal your tail, come down for me!"

The sounds were like giant thunder, and purple lightning was storming in the air.

Crack, someone fell from the roof, his whole body twitched and thrust, as if he was struck by lightning, and the sound of the sinister test disappeared completely. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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