Chapter 132

When monks reach a certain stage, they have a premonition about what will happen to them. The monks above the fit period, their whims, will be a harbinger of something.

Therefore, Lang Chongjin had a vague premonition this morning. He closed his eyes and made a calculation. He could only figure out that there was a villain coming to the door today, and this villain seemed to be related to his new apprentice Fang Baikun, and the others were hidden. After the secret.

The meditating man opened his eyes and called the little apprentice with a teleportation talisman.

After a while, the prohibition at the entrance of the cave was touched, and Lang Chongjin opened the cave and let his little apprentice walk in.

The young monk walked forward slowly, saluting him respectfully. Tong Kongshan dressed in a wide-sleeved robe was worn on him, matching that handsome face, and the indescribable scenery was beautiful and romantic.

Lang Chongjin nodded, Fang Bokun was his most satisfied apprentice.

He has a good mind and good roots. After being brought back by him, he devoted himself to cultivating the Dao, because he did not follow the rules of long-term experience before arriving at the Golden Core, and only did some small tasks near Ruihanzong, and completed them very well. .

He was watching the performance of the opponent after he came to the sect, so he didn't understand who his little apprentice had gotten a grudge with.

He thought, and asked, Fang Baikun was stunned: "Returning to Master, since the disciple came to the sect, he has been going deep and simple. Even if he goes out to complete the task, there is nothing special. I really don’t know who he is enmity with. ."

Lang Chongjin thought the same way, but the premonition still remained in his body, and it didn't seem to be a mistake.

He completely forgot about Zhan Chenyuan. After all, the monk has been doing it for a long time, and who can see mortals in his eyes, but Fang Baikun still remembers his wife who was killed by himself, and hesitated: "If you want to say that you may have enemies, it’s Wanniang..."

The young man stopped talking, he raised his eyes to look at his master, and the other party waved his hand indifferently: "Your wife is already gone, and has no relatives or friends of monks, so she should have nothing to do with her. Think about it carefully. During the door mission, no abnormalities were encountered either."

"The disciples don't know. The disciples usually go back to the mountain with other seniors and sisters after completing the task. They didn't avenge anyone. Could it be the monsters that were killed?"

Fang Baikun racked his brains and couldn't think of who would come to him to seek revenge this time. Lang Zhongjin also felt that the matter was strange, but it was still foggy and he had to let it go.

Seeing that his disciple was uneasy, he said a few words of relief: "Our Ruihanzong is the leader of the righteous path, and the Tong Kongshan line is one of the strongest players. Even if someone comes to seek revenge, you will have nothing to do.

I want to see, my disciple of Lang Chongjin, can anyone dare to insult him! "

The domineering he said, this is the confidence given to him by the big sect and cultivation base. Fang Baikun looked at his master, yearning for him. He only hoped that one day he could become such a person. He clenched the hilt of the sword beside him. , The emphasis should be.

Lang Chongjin encouraged him a few more words, and he was about to let Fang Bokun go back to practice. At this time, he came to the sect to send Fang Bokun a message. The man frowned and opened the restriction again.

The paper crane, who was allowed, flew into the cave, and the gatekeeper's voice sounded: "Uncle Fang, someone outside the door is looking for you. She said she wanted to ask you, do you remember Wanniang."

Fang Baikun turned his head reflexively to look at his master if he was struck by lightning. Lang Chongjin's face was also unsightly. He denied this possibility, but he did not expect that the villain really came for his wife. He stood up and said, "We Go and take a look at the mountain gate."

"…Yes."

Fang Baikun bowed his head and agreed, and walked out of the cave behind Lang Chongjin, and went to the mountain gate with his sword.

There are many thoughts in his mind. For a while, it was his first encounter with Wanniang and the sweet and affectionate relationship. After he stabbed the sword into the other party's body, Wanniang's face full of astonishment, and finally lost her life, remained the same. He firmly grasped Jianfeng's hand and dyed his eyes with resentment.

The look of the unstoppable eyes made a deep mark in his heart.

Perhaps such a shadow will disappear as his cultivation level grows, and his dead wife will be forgotten as time passes. To the end of the ruthless Taoist practice, all emotions will be withdrawn from him, the first to kill himself. The dead, those who once accompanied him, even if they remember, nothing will be left.

But now, he still can't forget how he looked when his hands were stained with blood.

Fang Bokun was ready, but when he saw the monk at the gate, he was still a bit at a loss: Who is this?

There was only one monk who wanted to see Fang Bokun, with his back to the mountain gate and his hands behind him, standing on the stairs, looking at the mountains in the distance.

He is wearing a black robe with golden piping, and a fierce beast is embroidered with gold thread on the back, looking like a jackal or a leopard. He is staring at them. His long hair is curled in a simple bun, tied with a hair tie, and the rest is Hanging down, let the fierce beast appear looming, like a living thing.

When did Wan Niang know such a character?

Fang Baikun thought, frowning slightly. As long as he thinks that his lost wife has a connection he doesn't know, he feels a little uncomfortable, but the situation is special at this time, so he didn't speak.

Hearing movement behind him, the monk turned around, and Fang Bokun realized that he had misunderstood. It turned out that this monk was actually a woman, but she didn't like skirts like most female sisters.

Facing those clear and Lingling eyes, Fang Bokun felt a sense of embarrassment of being seen through. He suppressed the discomfort, and stepped forward and bowed: "Excuse me, this girl, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing big."

The woman's tone was calm, but a few ice ridges slowly condensed behind her, "It's just that the road is uneven, so I can help."

The sharp ice edge pointed at Fang Bokun threateningly, he was taken aback, before the woman's face suddenly turned, those sharp weapons swiftly attacked him.

Up, down, front, back, left, and right, all the spaces that could be avoided were sealed, and Fang Bokun was not afraid, and drew out his long sword to deal with it.

The angle of Bing Edge is tricky, and his swordsmanship is not weak. Just when he touches it, he secretly broke. He didn't expect that the woman on the opposite side looked like her cultivation level was not obvious, and Bing Edge did not show a strange place, but the attack was long. On the sword, there was a dark energy that almost smashed his weapon.

Fang Baikun deserves to be praised by his master for being a tough-minded person. Facing such a situation, he didn't have any chaos, but chose a different way of coping. He changed Bing Leng's direction with skill, so that he could avoid this wave of attacks.

The thing happened between the lightning and the fire. The gatekeeper with a lower cultivation level only felt that the dust had settled with a flower in front of him.

Fang Baikun’s hair crown was pierced by ice ridges, his black hair was scattered, his face was cut with a cut on the ice, and his clothes were also attacked by ice ridges. However, because the clothes were defensive, they were still intact, but he knew that. If you do it again, the defensive circle of the clothes will also be broken.

Lang Chongjin was a little surprised. He thought that this kind of attack on his apprentice could cope with it, so he didn't make a move. But he didn't expect that although Fang Bokun was not seriously injured, he was still a little embarrassed. The strength of the monk who wanted to come to find fault should be higher than he expected. .

Ning Su, whose strength was reassessed, did not take advantage of the victory. Her gaze shifted from the wound on Fang Baikun's face to the long sword in his hand.

"You are still using the sword that killed Wanniang."

This sentence seemed to be a meaningless sigh, but Fang Baikun felt that the hair was horrified, as if being stared at by a fierce beast.

He retreated suddenly, but the woman opposite suddenly appeared in front of him. Fang Bokun subconsciously stabbed with a sword, but when he saw her expression, he secretly said badly.

As if soft fingers without lethal power fell on his blade, the long sword was sharp, but it couldn't pierce the opponent's skin.

A stream of data that is invisible to others is transmitted to the long sword through spiritual power, and they wander through the sword. The three-dimensional view of this sharp blade immediately appears in Ning Su’s mind, including the thickness of the forging, and the subtle wear and tear. Did not escape her analysis.

The corners of Ning Su’s lips rose slightly, and then fell quickly. The aura turned into a needle, piercing every weak point of the long sword. Then, she leaped back like a bird and returned to the previous position, her robe fluttering. Hang down again.

A tiny crack appeared on Fang Baikun's silver-white long sword, and the crack slowly expanded, covering the body of the sword like a spider web, turning into flying dust in everyone's eyes.

"Your Excellency is here to avenge Wanniang?"

Fang Baikun threw down the useless hilt and said to Ning Su without arrogance.

Lang Chongjin's complexion improved a bit. He didn't expect that someone would dare to attack the inner disciples outside Ruihanzong and challenge their authority, but his apprentice's behavior was quite generous and did not shame him.

Unexpectedly, Ning Su shook his head, and Lang Chongjin's expression became more and more relaxed: even if the opponent came with grudges, he still did not dare to overly compromise the majesty of Rui Hanzong.

However, this thought was only halfway through, and she took out a piece of rice paper from her arms, and passed her aura to her. When she got close, she "pop" on Fang Baikun's face, and a red mark suddenly appeared on her white face. .

The apprentice was beaten and humiliated in public. As the master, Lang Chongjin was furious, and the coercion of the Mahayana period poured out on the woman. Even the Ruihanzong people were attacked by the aftermath, and the woman remained the same. Her complexion was calm and there was no change: "I came to experience Wanniang to send a letter of resignation. Even if she is dead, she is not willing to die in the name of your wife."

Fang Baikun moved his lips and teeth without making a sound. He picked up the rice paper. Although the writing on it was unfamiliar, the words and sentences were all in a familiar tone.

Wan Niang is also familiar with poems and books, and she used to bet on books and pouring tea together. However, the talent she admired at that time turned into the present divorce book, still written like a knife, full of disappointment, hatred, and decisive decision.

He was a little confused, but Ning Su felt extremely ridiculous when he looked at him now. He could decisively kill his wife in order to cultivate immortality, but he made such a gesture of not letting go, which was really disgusting.

She really didn't want to see this scene again, her fingertips moved slightly, Fang Baikun's face changed drastically, she covered her heart, cold sweat fell, and her body was almost curled up in pain.

"what have you done!"

Lang Chongjin shouted sharply, and the boy next to him held Fang Bokun and glared at Ning Su.

The woman still has that cold look: "It's just a little interest. People who are ruthless and unrighteous will actually have the heart."

Following these words, Fang Bokun felt that his heart was pierced with sharp pain. He almost fainted, but clenched his teeth and insisted, swallowing a pill to support him without falling.

Lang Chongjin couldn't bear it anymore, drew out the long sword and slashed towards the opponent. The blade stayed three inches above her head. A piece of thin ice blocked him. The long sword kept changing angles to attack. The steps in front of the mountain gate were chaotically drawn, but they were still unable to break through the defense around the woman.

Ning Su did not make a move. She allowed Lang Chongjin to attack herself, and every blow fell in her eyes. The strength of the defensive ice sheet and the damage to the steps affected were all clearly detected by the divine sense.

Numerous data appeared in her mind, and the black and white eyes flashed with silver light. After such a unilateral defense for a period of time, the analysis results appeared.

When Lang Chongjin attacked again, the Jianfeng was still blocked by Thin Bing. Then, an ice ridge struck from an unexpected angle, and happened to enter from the weak point. Lang Chongjin hurriedly retreated, still being scratched by a hole.

He raised his sword coldly and looked at Ning Su: "Are you in the Mahayana period?"

Ning Su didn't answer, but moved his fingers again. Lang Chongjin felt the same pain as Fang Baikun. Something pierced into the heart. He was more experienced than his apprentice. After he noticed it, he sealed the acupoints with aura and used aura to explore. , To force the small drop of water mixed into his blood out of the body.

Ning Sumian, who was stared at by the bad-looking Rui Hanzong monk, did not change his face, and even remained in front of them, turning the drop of water into a pointed needle.

"Just a needle can't stand it. Wanniang can be stabbed by a long sword."

At this time, everyone knew what was going on with the attack just now. When the ice edge cuts the skin, the water drop will flow into the body along the blood. She can control the water drop to attack in their body, really let Human defense is hard to defend.

"Are you a magic repair?"

The belated head of Ruihanzong stood in front of a few people, "Your Excellency is going to be my enemy of Ruihanzong?"

"Do not."

The woman shook her head unexpectedly, but not because of fear, "Rui Hanzong is nothing."

She looked at the embarrassed Fang Bokun and Lang Chongjin, and stepped back: "You have blood debts, but you can cultivate the Tao with peace of mind. Of course, such a thing shouldn't exist."

I am not a sanctioner. As I said just now, I am only asking for interest for Wan Niang. The real revenge is not for me.

"The needle will stay in your heart forever, reminding you of what you have done.

Unless you abandon this skin bag, even if the blood in your body is replaced, there will be no change. This is the interest you paid for killing Wanniang. "

Ning Su passed the people in front of him, stared at Fang Bokun and said word by word. Then, her figure became illusory and disappeared in front of everyone. At the moment when she disappeared completely, countless spells hit the open space, knocking out the steps. A deep pit.

At this time, Ning Su had already left Ruihanzong's sphere of influence.

She was here just to send a letter of resignation for Wanniang.

She believes that karma is the best way to sanction. Since this world does not have this thing, let it reappear.

Since monks are accustomed to practicing such a law by unscrupulous means, they have to follow the new rules. Wrong things have to pay a price, and good things should be rewarded. This is the simplest truth.

Since the way of heaven is unfair, then change to another way of heaven.

Ning Su walked on the forest and looked up at the sky. The robbery clouds gathered quickly, and the purple thunder snake surged in the sky, showing his might.

Ning Su didn't avoid it, looked up at the sky, and smiled in a low voice: It's still here, let me see if the way of heaven is the only way here.