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On the north side of the "quick sand collection", there is a small hill facing the vast sea. The sun and wind blows, and the rocks are gradually exposed, covered with gravel, and some places are even dark brown, smooth and hard, which is paradoxical. feeling of terror.
On the other side of the hill, there is an underground river flowing, trees are growing everywhere, filled with the breath of spring, and there is a green oasis at the foot of the hill, which is the place where nearby herdsmen herd their livestock. It was evening, and they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly on the mountain path with Master, towards the not-so-high peak. While walking, he restrained his other thoughts and asked with concern: "Master, since you let us Be careful about the crying old man and his disciples and grandchildren, can you tell us about their characteristics in detail, at least this way you won¡¯t be ignorant in person and expose your identity for nothing.¡±
Xuan Bei nodded lightly: "Master, I am going to tell you that the crying old man is a black-haired old man with deep wrinkles. He likes to wear a black turban and a white burqa. The biggest feature is his eyes, which have double pupils and are strange in shape. , Whether he is laughing or angry, he seems to be crying, he is eager to gain power, moody, and aggressive, you'd better stay away from him."
Zhenhui looked like he was listening to the allusions of Jianghu, and he was very interested. Meng Qi was also very focused, but he didn't expect to bump into the hand of Master's big enemy. Considering his current strength, the opponent would not move or move. If you make a move, you can kill yourself just by the coercion of the realm.
"Old Man Crying has three proud disciples, all of whom have stepped into the location. Among them, the most powerful 'Master Tianhuang' has been killed by his teacher." When Xuan Bei mentioned "Master Tianhuang", he was still There was a momentary mood swing.
Meng Qi asked in surprise: "Master, the crying old man only has three exterior disciples?"
Will it be too little? His power is nothing more than that!
"Short?" Xuan Bei shook his head, "My Shaolin is one of the world's great masters of martial arts, one of the strongest sects, with thousands of years of accumulation, and only a few dozen people on location. It's amazing that the crying old man can have three location disciples. , In addition, he also has friendship with some vicious people and demons, and they often join forces."
?Because there are many eminent monks in Shaolin who cultivate the dry Zen face wall, the specific number of locations has not been known to outsiders. It is also difficult for Xuan Bei to explain clearly to Meng Qi who has not yet enlightened, so he just sums it up with dozens of people.
Meng Qi laughed dryly, and was embarrassed again because of his shallow knowledge: "Master, what do you mean by disciples, the crying old man has only three disciples, and all of them are on location?"
He forced his meaning back.
Xuan Bei did not expose it: "The crying old man defended his shortcomings but was cruel. All the disciples who dissatisfied him died at his hands, and those who survived were the best among them. The number is naturally rare."
"So that's how it is." Meng Qi felt a little lucky when he heard it. Fortunately, he traveled through Shaolin. If the person who possessed him at that time was a disciple of the crying old man, he would have been tortured and lost his soul.
"Master, it's scary to cry for an old man" The stupid Zhenhui was taken aback. He always thought that it was only natural for a master to be kind to his disciples, and for a senior brother to be kind to his junior fellow students. Same.
Huh, you were confident and confident before, but now your three views have been refreshed? Meng Qi cursed secretly.
Xuan Bei said with relief: "The crying old man is evil and stubborn, and it is naturally different from my righteous school."
Then he continued: "Old Man Cry's remaining two disciples, one is 'Halle' Prince Yan Shiche, and the other is the horse bandit Ze Luoju who crosses the vast sea, both are top-notch masters"
He introduced in detail the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yan Shiche and Ze Luoju so that his disciples could distinguish them. For example, Yan Shiche has golden eyes, red eyes between brows, and a hidden divine aura. He looks like a young man in his forties, with a complexion Handsome, like a god statue, for example, Ze Luo Jushan wields a saber, has a beard all over his face, and his left eye was gouged out because he did something that the old man was dissatisfied with, nicknamed "Han Hai Xie Dao".
The so-called first-class master is a standard of appellation given by the imperial family of the Jin Dynasty when they made the list of people in the world. Because it incorporates many conventions, many people use it.
After the exterior scene, you need to cross three ladders, so there will be a qualitative change every three days. Once you break through, your strength will be far stronger than before. The "grandmasters" like Xiang Fei and Cui Xu are completely different from each other. The strong ones of the fourth, fifth and sixth heavens are called "extreme masters", while the first, second and third heavens are "first-rate masters".
And above the peak of the exterior scene, there is another level of realm, which is the half-step dharma body, which is also a qualitative change, and is called a "great master", while the half-step exterior scene is considered a "second-rate master".
All opening of nine orifices is "three streams", six, seven, and eight apertures are "four streams", two or four apertures are "ordinary".
Below enlightenment, seeThe amount of strength and the level of martial arts are called "nine or not". When Meng Qi exchanged the iron shirt, Jiang Zhiwei would joke that he was not a master.
While listening, Meng Qi took note of the characteristics of Yan Shiche and Ze Luoju, so as to avoid them in advance.
After talking about Yan Shi Che and Ze Luo Ju, Xuan Bei didn't stop: "The disciples of the crying old man were also killed by him, and there were only a dozen of them left. It's the leader of the Seventy-two Bandits in Helian Mountain, 'Lidi Yan Luo', You Kuanduo, and the other is the lone bandit, 'White-headed Vulture' An Guoxie"
He briefly introduced the remaining 17 or 18 enlightened disciples of the crying old man, focusing on the appearance characteristics, such as "Lidi Yan Luo" who looks simple and honest, looks like an old farmer, has a black mole the size of a thumb on the corner of his eyebrow, and "White-headed Vulture" An Guoxie The young man has gray hair, but now he is only in his thirties, and his hair is already gray. He acts cruelly, and especially loves to torture others
Xuan Bei's timing was very precise, and he just walked to the top of the peak after speaking. There are many straight dead trees here.
He sighed full of melancholy, stopped in front of a tree that was twisted like a dragon, and said in a low voice: "The two young sons of my teacher are buried here. If they don't die, they should be as old as you."
The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing. Meng Qi and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany Master's sadness.
After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Bei suddenly opened his mouth, mocking himself: "Master, I'm in a trance today, but I forgot to buy some joss sticks, and I forgot to bring the handwritten "Prajna Sutra" to burn here. It's true, it's true. Hui, you go back to the inn to get the "Prajna Sutra", and buy some incense candles by the way."
"Yes, Master." Although Meng Qi felt that Master didn't pay much attention to these formalities, the burials here were his two young sons after all, so there was nothing special about them, so he suppressed his doubts and immediately agreed.
After going down the mountain and returning to Quicksand, Meng Qi's mind suddenly became active. Isn't this a great opportunity to escape?
The master is far away on the mountain, and because of the tomb sweeping, he is distracted, as long as he dismisses the younger brother, he can fly as high as the sky!
"Junior brother, let's split things up. You go back to the inn to get the "Prajna Sutra", and I'll go buy incense sticks." Meng Qi wanted to do it.
Although he felt a little sorry for his master by taking this opportunity to escape, but the opportunity is rare and cannot be let go!
Zhenhui did not doubt that he was there, agreed with a smile, and ran into the inn. Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and walked quickly to the other side of the market.
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On the top of the mountain, the wind is cold.
Xuan Bei looked at the dead tree in front of him, and at some point there was a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
This is a string of dark gold beads, which are mixed with three pure black beads.
"I never thought you would come here to stop me." He said lightly.
"This old man has always had revenge. I knew you were going to the Vajra Temple as soon as I recovered from my injury, so I waited for you here, and you will definitely come." Behind the tree, a black and thin old man stood hunchbacked, as if he had been standing here.
He has a black scarf on his head and a white robe on his body. There are two pupils in each eye, and the corners of his eyes hang down, as if crying.
Xuan Bei said neither angry nor happy: "Crying old man, your guess is very accurate."
"Do you think that if you send your two apprentices away, they will survive? Although the old man is too lazy to take care of them, there are a few disciples waiting below." The crying old man coughed twice, like a weak old man.
His apprentice wanted to help him preside over the affairs of "Halle" and Han Hai, so he couldn't get away from him, so he only brought a few disciples and grandchildren.
Xuan Bei still has a dead face: "If we don't send them away, under the aftermath of our battle, their bones will be gone, and down below, they still have a glimmer of life."
He is not as good as the crying old man, and he is not afraid of fighting, but he is powerless to protect his disciples from the aftermath.
"You mean Jiuniang? Hmph, forgive her for not daring!" The crying old man didn't care, he raised his right hand, and suddenly black ghosts appeared around him, crying out, making people's scalp numb, their mind shaken, and their strength slightly weaker If it is a little bit, the soul will be taken away immediately.
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Meng Qi was about to go to the outside of the collection, when he suddenly found countless winds and sands rolling up in the vast sea on the other side. For a radius of a hundred miles, there were flying sands and rocks all rushing to the top of the small mountain.
And the oasis at the foot of the mountain withered in an instant, and the cattle and sheep herders stood dehydrated and stiff like corpses.
Meng Qi, who was far away in the concentration, saw that the ground was dry and cracked inch by inch, like a natural disaster! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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