Wang Anfeng looked at Yuchi Jie in front of him, and returned the wide sword in his hand to sheath, restraining his cold aura, and looked like the young scholar who was easy to talk to again.

Yuchi Jie smiled slightly.

Wang Anfeng pondered for a while and said:

"Youchi, you should have already made plans."

"As you said, there are 600 warriors outside, at least three third-grade masters. Do you need help?"

Yuchi Jie shook his head and smiled, "No, at least you don't need to take action at this time, Brother Wang, you can chat with Yan Bo here for a moment."

"If I say that, it would be enough with Lao Lu following him."

"If Lao Lu's martial arts is used as a prison, he will definitely not be the opponent of these 600 people, but if it is not done, it will not be a difficult thing to take me to break through and leave."

Wang Anfeng locked his eyebrows, nodded slowly, and said:

"Since that's the case, be careful."

Yuchi Jie nodded with a smile, looked at Shouxuzi, bowed and bowed solemnly, and said:

"However, I have to borrow something from Yan Bo for this matter. The younger generation will guarantee it with their lives and will definitely be able to return the original item."

The old Taoist priest nodded slowly and said:

"The old Taoist priest was just waiting here."

"What else do you have to ask for? Let's make it happen together..."

Yuchi Jie stood up straight and laughed softly when he heard this:

“Where are there any requirements.”

"At most, I just want to invite the three disciples under Yan Bo to have a drink for the last time."

Shouxuzi was slightly stunned and smiled:

"Then he thinks he's asking for it."

After a moment, Yuchi Jie strode away from here, and Lao Lu followed him tightly and walked out of the side hall.

Now the sun has passed, but seeing the red sun in the sea of ​​clouds on the mountain, the clouds and mist flowing, just like the sun floating and rising, it is still full of atmospheres, making people unconsciously addicted.

Yuchi Jie took a deep breath and praised the scenery, which is indeed the best place in the world, and it is worthy of being the most majestic part of the seven thousand miles of rivers and mountains. This time it did not come in vain.

Lao Lu only followed him half a step behind him.

When the left and right was quiet and there was no one, he suddenly spoke in a deep voice and said:

"Why did the young master fall into danger..."

Yuchi Jie kept walking, never answering, and only laughed with a slight 3-pointer:

"What, Lao Lu, are you scared?"

"It is said that you fought on the battlefield in the northern border, why are you so timid now?"

Lao Lu shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"I am not afraid of death at all, let alone a mere sect in the martial arts world?"

"I just don't understand. When the hometown leader was leaving, he repeatedly told him to protect the young master Zhouquan, and I would like to inform you."

Yuchi Jie just chuckled.

Lao Lu paused in his voice, looked up at Yuchi Jie, and said slowly:

"I dared to ask questions, but it is related to the young hero Wang Anfeng?"

This time, Yuchi Jie finally laughed out loud, stopped and looked at Lao Lu sideways, shook his head, and said with a smile:

"It's a little bit related, but it's not enough, far from it."

"My father Yu Meng, I have only met several times, so I want this young master to risk his death for him. Lao Lu, your idea is too foolish. Hahaha, even if my old man forces me, I may not necessarily take risks for anyone, let alone now?"

"What's more, it's him?"

"It's just a sword-ridden golfer, with great talent. I can get along with his peers, but it's impossible to take risks for him."

"My life is very expensive, young master."

Yuchi Jie smiled slightly and said:

"If it were his father, or if it was a little possible, Wang Anfeng?"

"What kind of virtue can you do? Let me work hard for him?"

"What's the point? Yu Meng, my father's generation? Hey..."

Yuchi Jie sneered immediately.

Disdainful.

Lao Lu was slightly shocked. The word Yu Meng, the father of his father, could not be used randomly. Obviously, the father of the young hero Wang Anfeng, was of some sense worth talking about. Moreover, with the appearance of Yuchi Jie in front of him, it may be related to the head of the hometown, which means...

Lao Lu's pupils shrank slightly, no longer, and he did not dare to think deeply. He just secretly kept these things in his heart and said:

"Then, young master, you are..."

Yuchi Jie turned around, looked at the scenery below the mountain, was silent for a while, and said softly:

"The old Taoist priest has something in his hand. My old man has been talking about it for almost twenty years."

"Since I remember, I started to chant."

"What he said most was to make a future success and be able to take back what he had lost back from this Yuxu Temple on his behalf. I didn't know it at first, but I finally realized that this thing is not as easy as I thought."

"After all, it's too heavy..."

Yuchi Jie's voice turned low, almost murmuring.

Lao Lu couldn't understand it. He had always been a calm person. If he couldn't understand it, he wouldn't take it to heart and wouldn't think about it. He just stood silently behind Yuchi Jie.

It took a long time before Yuchi Jie came to his senses, raised his hand and patted the generals on the shoulder, and said:

"Let's go, Lao Lu!"

"Follow me, I will definitely make you enjoy and drink spicy food in the future, and you will live a hundred times more comfortable than now! If you want a few wives, you will have a few wives!"

Lao Lu clasped his fists and said in a deep voice:

"promise!"

In the Yuxu Temple.

Gong Yu, Lin Qiaofu and others were still waiting in that guest room.

There were also dried porridges sent to the table, but Lin Qiaofu was a little sleepy and hugged on the chair, her breathing was extremely calm.

Hong Luoyu had already risen straight up the sky, saying that he had come at least and wanted to see the scenery on the Zhulongfu, which is not worthy of such a big name.

Shouxuzi led Wang Anfeng to a back hall.

There are no statues of the Taoist ancestors in this hall. Although it is broad daylight now, the hall is a little drowsy. Shouxuzi walked in front of the lamp. The copper lamp in his hand was actually very weak, and he could only illuminate a very small space, and he was quite drowsy.

Shouxuzi, who has poor eyesight, seems to be extremely adaptable to this environment.

When I went up the mountain, Qingyun Qingyan once said that when they were in a sect, they also said that the highest-ranking sect masters actually did not practice martial arts, but just went to see the Taoist sect in the middle of the pavilion, and were also good at stone carvings. They often locked themselves underground and stayed for several days, just like the retreat of the Taoist sect.

However, this scepter went into seclusion and did not practice internal martial arts, but carved stone statues in the dark room. When he was tired, he looked at some Taoist scriptures with the lights, and occasionally he would bring out some stone sculptures to the mountain to sell.

It was not very easy to sell at the beginning, until the six disciples of the temple master had an idea and said that this was carved by an old Taoist master himself, which could calm the spirit and ward off evil spirits. Then he sold some money and could slightly subsidize the expenses in the temple.

After all, it is the third or fourth generation, and hundreds of Taoist priests.

When there are fewer people, life can be more than enough with the industry of Taoism and the medicinal materials picked from the mountains, but in recent years, it seems a little too difficult to get.

The old Taoist priest stopped in the west corner of the hall and placed the copper lamp in his hand on the table next to it, so that the dizzy light could illuminate the corner. Then he squatted down with some effort and reached out to search for the debris and cabinets piled up here.

While searching, he smiled:

"It's really great that you can come here. In a few years, when my old man is not very smart, it will be even harder to find this thing."

"After all, it's been more than ten years ago."

Wang Anfeng couldn't get in, but just stood behind the old Taoist priest and asked softly:

"Yan Bo..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"My mother, what kind of person is she?"

The old Taoist priest paused his movements for a moment, and then continued to search after counting breaths, but his movements seemed to become softer unconsciously. While searching, he said:

"What, haven't Li Qidao told you?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:

"Li Bo...he doesn't want to talk more about his mother to me."

"Every time I say it, I am a little vague and inconsistent with it."

Shouxuzi shook his head and said helplessly:
To be continued...