Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly said: "Master, you are worrying too much. Juechen is very obedient. He has been ferrying people along the way."
Anyway, it doesn't cost anything to say something nice to Jue Chen.
Unexpectedly, Master Feng understood this boy’s temperament quite well: “He can’t even save himself, so how can he save others?”
Jue Chen touched his bald head: "Master, by the way, I brought you a lot of fun things. Look, this is a mobile phone. It's fun. It can take pictures..."
Jue Chen took out all the things he thought looked good from his bag.
The helpless master looked at the 'things' lying on the ground and frowned slightly: "Why did you buy so many things?"
"Isn't this what I brought for you? If you miss me when the time comes, you can call me with your cell phone. How convenient, right?" Jue Chen said and wanted to teach Master Fang how to use the cell phone.
Instead, Master Wen couldn't help but raised his hand, motioning for Jue Chen to stop, and asked: "Almsgiver Lin, I see worry in your eyebrows. Do you have any confusion?"
Lin Xiaofeng nodded: "I came back this time. Firstly, I brought Juechen back to see you. Secondly, I wanted to meet my master Mo Yi. However, when I went down the mountain, I didn't see him. I don't know whether he moved away or whether Anything else?"
"Mo Yi." Master Wuyi nodded and said to Jue Chen beside him: "Disciple, make a table of vegetarian dishes."
"Um." Juechen was stunned for a moment and asked, "You want me to cook? Old monk, I came all the way back to see you, and you want me to cook right now?"
The helpless master smiled and said: "What? You still want the master to go alone?"
This was obviously an attempt to drive away Jue Chen, but his elm-headed head couldn't see it.
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "Let you go, kid. Just go and take your time. Be careful that I don't take you down the mountain in the future."
"Why don't I just go?" Juechen curled his lips and ran out of the hall and towards the backyard.
After Juechen left, Lin Xiaofeng asked: "What happened to my master? Master still had to send Juechen away before telling me?"
"You come with me."
Helpless, Master stood up and walked to a firewood hut in Xiaohua Temple.
The firewood house is filled with dry firewood.
Master Wu pushed away some dry firewood on the ground, revealing a wooden board underneath.
He opened the wooden board and a hole was revealed underneath.
There is also a wooden ladder below.
Lin Xiaofeng followed Master Wuwei and crawled down the entrance of the cave.
Under the firewood house, there is actually a secret room.
The secret room was not big, only six or seven square meters, and there was only a small bed.
There was a person lying on the bed, it was Mo Yi.
But Mo Yi was lying on the bed now, but he was extremely weak.
"No way, who did you bring?" Mo Yi's voice was hoarse. When he opened his eyes and saw it was Lin Xiaofeng, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Master, how could you be seriously injured?"
Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly came to the bedside and took a look at Mo Yi's injuries.
"Ahem." Mo Yi coughed violently: "It's hard to say anything."
"Amitabha, master and disciple, you two can talk by yourself, so I won't disturb you any more."
After Master Wu finished speaking, he turned around and climbed up the wooden ladder to the woodshed.
Can Lin Xiaofeng not be surprised?
When Mo Yi was in the Tang Dynasty, he was a famous big devil. Even in the black prison of Shengjin Sect, he was treated like an uncle.
But at this time, he was seriously injured.
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask: "Could it be someone from the Shengjin Sect who did it?"
Mo Yi couldn't help laughing: "Shengjin Sect? With their virtues, they have to dare to attack me!"
"Who is that?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
"I don't know either."
Mo Yi shook his head.
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel speechless when he heard this: "Don't be joking. With your ability, you were beaten seriously and you didn't even know that person's name? Besides, how could it be possible to beat you into such a person?"
He is a nobody."
Mo Yi slowly sat up: "Not long ago, I felt that my former No. 1 Demon Sword was born again."
"The First Demonic Sword?" Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but said, "Isn't that your sword?"
"It used to be." Mo Yi was silent for a moment and said, "The First Demon Sword will only choose people with excellent talents as its masters."
"After I felt that the First Demonic Sword was reborn, I went to find it, but I was beaten like this by the young man who got the First Demonic Sword."
When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he couldn't help but fell silent.
How is it possible that a demon with such skill can be beaten like this?
In Lin Xiaofeng's heart, it was extremely unbelievable.
"Can a young man beat you like this?" Lin Xiaofeng asked with his mouth wide open.
Mo Yi nodded slowly: "He has the No. 1 Demonic Sword in his hand. I am indeed no match for him, but the boy's injuries are not much better."
Later, Mo Yi said with emotion: "But having said that, he and the First Demon Sword are so matched. It's like the First Demon Sword was born for him, or in other words, he was born for the First Demon Sword.
Like."
Lin Xiaofeng suddenly had some doubts: "Master, the first magic sword used to be your sword, how could you lose it?"
"What's missing?" Mo Yi shook his head and asked, "Do you think I lived from the Tang Dynasty to now?"
He explained: "I'm not a zombie, so I don't have such a long lifespan. In fact, I just reincarnated with my memories."
"Back in the Tang Dynasty, I killed countless people and left a terrible reputation. After I went to the underworld, I was sentenced to more than a thousand years of torture."
"I suffered thousands of years of torture in the underworld, and then I had the opportunity to be reincarnated into my current body. Only after reincarnation did I practice evil again."
Hearing what Mo Yi said, Lin Xiaofeng came to some understanding: "So when you died, you were no longer the master of the First Demon Sword?"
The devil nodded: "Well, after the death of the owner of the First Demon Sword, it will find a new suitable owner."
"If an ordinary person got the First Demonic Sword, I would probably have snatched it away." Mo Yi frowned tightly: "But the young man who got the First Demonic Sword is really very strong. At his age, I
I have never seen such a strong person."
Lin Xiaofeng asked: "Is it because I have the First Demonic Sword in my hand?"
Mo Yi shook his head: "Well, I lost to his men because he had the First Demon Sword in his hand. But even without the First Demon Sword, that young man's strength was extremely amazing, although it was a little worse than mine.
, but among his peers, there are absolutely few who have his strength."
Lin Xiaofeng suddenly became curious about the mysterious man who got the first magic sword that Mo Yi said.
The yin and yang world is not small, but it cannot be said to be big.
Lin Xiaofeng really couldn't think of any young man who could defeat Mo Yi.
Lin Xiaofeng knew Mo Yi's strength very well, let alone his own before.
Even now, in a fight with the devil, he is far from his opponent.
Unexpectedly, among his peers, there was someone who could defeat Mo Yi.