After 10 days of fasting, Nangong Temple and Ye Jingxiu can depart for Lushan. Naobaijin was injured, and his vitality was greatly damaged. Therefore, he could no longer take advantage of his master’s long journey. This huge demon wolf turned himself into a young cub, and the one with a big palm was squatting in the quiver of the Nangong Temple. A fluffy head came out.

The ink burned the two to the mountain gate, touched the mane of the horse, and smiled: "The road is far away from the mountain, and the sword is also physically exhausted. These two horses are sent to you. They are grown up eating grass. It’s a thousand miles, although it’s not as good as Naobai, it’s still worth it.”

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"Well, be careful all the way."

He stood at the gate of the mountain and watched the Nangong Temple and the Ye Forgive figure drift away. He was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a crack in the woods on the left side. It seemed that a dead branch had broken and landed on the ground.

"Hey..."

The ink burned slightly and narrowed his eyes and said: "Cat?"

On the other side, Ye forgets to go to Nangong and walks down the mountain gate. There is still a deserted path to the town of Wuji, and the sun shines from the mottled branches and leaves. The horseshoes step on and smash the shattered rays into dust.

Looking at the leaves, Nangong’s side looked at the leaves and was about to say something. The white gold that had already been drilled back into the quiver was a head of the cluster, revealing the two claws of the white and gold with gold, “嗷——嗷—— The cellar called twice. Nangong was shocked and slammed the horse and said, "Be careful!"

The voice fell, the rain-like nails had come from all directions, the horses were long, the Nangong Temple and the Ye Forgets almost simultaneously took out the swords. The two had practiced together at an early age, and they were very tacit, only to see them. One left and one right long, and the south palace squats on the left side of the sword dance. The leaves are forgotten to the right side of the sword dance. After the smashing of the jingle, the poisonous pear needles have been dropped, and then the leaves are forgotten. Throwing the paper, the enchantment came out and caged him.

Nangong screams: "Who?!"

The sun is bleak, but it is not obscured by the clouds. Instead, a person stands on a slender branch. He has a wide sleeve and a large sleeve. He must fly, stand against the light, and look down with hatred.

The cousin of Jiang Dongtang’s former head, Huang Xiaoyue.

He stood by the branches, the bones of the fairy wind, did not say anything, only staring coldly at the face of the leaves, and then, the sound of rustling came out in the jungle, more than a hundred Jiangdongtang disciples walked from the forest. Out, each head has a bright red forehead, all of whom are elite disciples of Jiangdongtang.

Huang Xiaoyue said: "Two people, do you have to wait for the rest of your life? You have to hide in ten days and ten nights before you come out. It really takes the old man to wait."

Nangong is furious: "Huang Xiaoyue, how are you?!"

"What happened to me?" Huang Xiaoyue was cold. "The revenge of Jiang Dongtang and Confucianism, you know it well."

Nangong gnawed his teeth: "From Linyi to Suizhong, repel your four attacks, and chase? What kind of enmity, you have finished? Xu Shuanglin through the bottom, your brother killed your brother, repeatedly twice Come and pay attention to us, what is your face!"

"Face? The old man looks at the little son is really not to face." Huang Xiaoyue sullenly, "It is clear that your Confucianism has hurt me Jiangdongtang, and it has fallen apart. Do you dare to deny it?"

Ye forgets the road: "Even if you want to revenge with the Confucianism, you should be as good as the public, and the assassination of the eye, what is the act."

"Shut up. The man speaks, and you can't turn a slap in the mouth." Huang Xiaoyue squats. "Don't think that your beast and son are raising you as a man. You are really a man. The yellow-haired **** is always a yellow-haired hoe, and the woman should be there. Cooking in the kitchen to cook, you are a woman, what qualifications are there, and glory in front of the old man?"

Nangong angered: "Huang Xiaoyue, you speak something!"

"It’s very good, the old man will tell you the reason and calculate the general ledger." Huang Xiaoyue said, he ordered a little bit of Nangong, and he said: "You care about shame, confess the wife of the husband, and make the venomous woman Kill my own brother and seize the power. As for the one next to you -"

He took a little bit of forgetting the past: "She is the daughter of the beast, and her righteous father has put my Jiangdongtang private affairs in the world, which has damaged my reputation in Jiangdongtang. The old man is now the leader of the company." Waiting for a small one, just to return to Jiangdongtang, but also a fair in the world!"

He waved his hand, and the hundreds of disciples who were stunned immediately swarmed up and attacked. They just smashed out of the forest. The sky suddenly burst into a bursting flame, violently hurricane, and the disciples were killed. Out of the feet.

Nan Gongyi was shocked: "Mo brother?"

The coming person is ink-burning. He holds Liu Teng, standing on the top of a tree opposite Huang Xiaoyue, and coldly glaring at each other.

Huang Xiaoyue didn't think that the ink burned would appear, and his face became very ugly in an instant. When he touched the skin for a long time, he slowly said, "How did the Mo Zongshi come to the mountain to see the excitement?" "Then should ask the disciples of the guru, how? Good people don't do it, they want to hide in the woods and learn to call me."

Huang Xiaoyue’s face was very gloomy, and his face was almost exactly the same as his last name. He said with amazement: “What does this mean?”

"This sentence should be asked by me to ask the predecessors of the Yellow." Ink burned, "In the land of my life and death, the guests who died in my life, the yellow predecessor is that my mountain gate is too clean and tidy, I want to sprinkle some blood on the ground. What?"

"Since I have gone out of the mountain gate, I will not be able to take care of you. I will avenge my death for the dead, and I don’t need the sect of the Mozong!"

Ink burning: "The predecessors of the Yellows said that they are good, personal grievances, out of the mountain gates, and indeed do not return to life."

Huang Xiaoyue snorted: "The master is still not allowed to open?"

The ink burned didn't let it go, and the ghost blood was even worse. The willow leaf on the top almost became a string of blood beads. He said, "But if I want to manage it myself?"

"you--!"

Huang Xiaoyue will not be unclear about the strength of ink burning, but he will not be reconciled if he is not vengeful. He has to be angry and threatened: "Mr. Mozong, are you going to be an enemy of Jiangdongtang?" "I don't mean this, I just want to Let me send your guests safely to leave the shackles. As for Jiang Dongtang to stop me, or Jiangxi Hall to stop me, they are the same."

Huang Xiaoyue raised his eyes, and the hatred in the brown scorpion could almost be turned into a tangible fire, burning the smoldering wood with his sylvester.

"Do you insist on covering the embarrassment of these two Confucianists?"

“How do you say Yu Yu?” The ink burned coldly and asked, “I asked the predecessors, Jiang Dongtang’s regrets, how much Ye girl and Nangong Gongzi participated.”

"..."

"Is it planning the internal change of Jiangdongtang? Or is it shaking out the scandal of Jiangdongtang?" The ink burned Huang Xiaoyue. "Is it the killing of the former head, or is it to participate in the murder of the younger brother?"

"But what about it!" Huang Xiaoyue angered, "Father debts! Heaven is righteous!"

"A good place is righteous." The ink burned lightly. "Okay, I don't have to think about it with the predecessors of the Yellows. I have to say something about weapons."

Huang Xiaoyue was very angry and angered: "Mini rain! You are not reasonable!!"

"Is it interesting, who is unreasonable?" At this time, there was another voice in front of the trail. Xue Meng held the dragon city slowly out of the forest, the knife handle was cold and the sun was shining, and the thorns almost barely opened his eyes.

"Call and drink in front of my house, killing and killing, Jiang Dongtang is dead and dead? Looking for death?"

If he said that he had only burned a person in the past, Huang Xiaoyue couldn’t beat him, but with a lot of people, he might be able to take it away and take advantage of the enemy’s enemies. But at this moment, the phoenix Xue Meng stepped out, he was pulling The pride of the day at the Deling Mountain Conference, the fierceness of the dragon in the hand, who does not know who is not known?

The two brothers appeared in front of the mountain gate at the moment. To protect the palace and the leaves, Huang Xiaoyue would never find a chance to find a hole.

When the ink burned, Xue Meng came, and his face turned pale. He said to Xue Meng: "Go back."

"let me help you--"

"This matter has nothing to do with the death and death, it is my self-help, you don't intervene." The ink burned his eyebrows, wondering if this younger brother is stupid? Although Jiangdongtang’s strength is no longer, but after all, the deadly camel is bigger than Ma, and it is still a part of the nine major factions. The prostitute of the Jiangdongtang old church and the master of the fire-fighting pavilion are the Taoist, and they have married. . If Xue Meng came out to help, it would be that in the name of the dead and the dead, all of a sudden and the two masters of the martial art tore face.

Never do this.

Ink burning: "Go back soon."

However, Xue Meng’s thoughts are simple, and he does not understand the subtle differences. Instead, he is not angry with him. He does not want to help him. He is deadlocked. He suddenly sees the dust in the distance, and the white horse on the horse is just around the corner. Snow, beautiful appearance, carrying a pipa, but the Kunlun stepping snow palace of the fairy.

"Urgent report! urgent report -!" That fairy aunt squinted, quickly screaming, shouted.

The dust was flying, turning a corner, but seeing the scene under the mountain, she slammed the reins and slammed it on the horse's back, blinking her eyes.

"Anxious - hehe... you are... what are you doing?"

Because the female officer of Kunlun’s Snow Palace suddenly arrived, the frame of the ink burning and Huang Xiaoyue was not made. Huang Xiaoyue was invited by Xue Zhengxuan to enter the death and death, and even with the call back, there was Ye Jingxi, Nangong Temple. Two people.

The fairy priest of the Snow Palace was set up in the Dan Heart Hall, and the lips were merged and made a ceremony. Then he said:

"The urgent report, Xu Shuanglin has fallen."

As soon as this statement came out, the face of the forgotten face suddenly changed, and the blood was completely absent.

That’s the aunt’s road: “I sent out more than 10,000 Yudie stalks to trace the traces of Xu Shuanglin. I finally returned two this morning and found a magical spell near Huangshan. The palace owner guessed that Xu Shuanglin should be hiding here. I waited until the major sects sent an urgent report to discuss the business."

Xue Zhengyi was shocked and happy: "Is this found?"

Xiang Gudao: "I can't be sure, but the return of the butterfly, the **** atmosphere around Huangshan has been faintly lingering, and it has not been scattered all the time. There is a vision, and it should be inseparable."

Xue Zhengqi hits the festival: "Well! Since there are clues, don't delay, the soldiers are very fast. What do you mean by the palace owner?"

"The palace owner and the head are similar, she also feels that it is not too late, should go there early to explore."

"Too good!" Xue Zhengyi turned his head and said to Huang Xiaoyue, "Is it a good way to go together with Huang Daochang? If this is the case, Xu Culinlin, the culprit of the culprits, can kill the brothers."

Huang Xiaoyue’s heart is stunned. He knows very well that his chances of Xu Shuanglin’s hand are very small, and the so-called revenge and hate, but a blind man. In fact, how much does his brother’s death have to do with the two juniors of the Nangong Palace?

He yelled at the slogan of revenge for his brother, but in his belly, he played other savvy abacus - knowing that Jiangdongtang had a catastrophe, the strength was declining, and he had already heard that the Confucianist Gate had a rich treasure, and he figured out It is necessary to wipe out the leaves and the Nangong Temple and force them to spit out their ancestors and use them for their own purposes.

The palm of the hand under the sleeves of Huang Xiao’s robe was tightly squeezed, weighing a half-baked, and squeezing out a wrinkled orange-like, yellow-brown smile. He said: "Is it true that Xu Shuanglin is not above Huangshan, let alone Jiang Dongtang and Confucianism. The beam of the damper has been set, this is not my own private enmity, it is a matter of closing the face of the sect, and it must be liquidated."

"It’s right, too." Xue Zheng said, "Let’s find Xu Shuanglin’s private enemies first, and then find the Confucianism to clear the grudges?”

"Shu Palm Gate said that the Confucianism is now a scorched earth, and you let me go to account."

"I don't know this, I want to ask Huang Daochang himself." Xue Zhengyi said with a smile, "Why is there only a brick and a brick left in the Confucianism, and the Taoist leader is still anxious to kill the two future generations."

"You-!" Huang Xiaoyue Shen Rong's sleeves, shouted, "This is a private matter of Huang."

Xue Meng smiled and said: "Fangcai still said that it is a face of the sect. It is a big event. This is a private matter. Jiang Dongtang is listed as one of the nine sects in the world. How can it be so casual?"

Huang Xiaoyue knew that he was losing money, but he did not know how to defend himself. He simply did not speak. He glanced at Xue Zhengyi and shook his sleeves. He led a wave of disciples in Jiangdongmen. He slammed the door of death and death, and took the lead to go to Huangshan Yujian.

Ye Forgiveness is extremely apologetic, and Xue Zheng said: "Xue Zhangmen, I really can't help, we --"

"The chicks are in the net, and the hunters don't kill." The people who watched Jiangdongtang went away. The smile on Xue Zhengxuan's face slowly disappeared. His eyes became cold and he said: "It is too much to deceive Jiangdongtang. ”

He looked at the sky outside the hall, his eyebrows were very low, and a faint crease in the middle, half a sigh, he sighed: "Go, go to Phoenix."

The road to Huangshan is far away, and everyone chooses the sword. When they arrived in Huangshan, a large group of monks had been confined at the foot of the mountain. The remaining nine factions in the comprehension community had arrived, and a vaguely blurred face came and went, busy, like a river, I don't know what I am busy with.

Chu Yuning was the first to come down from the sword. When he came down, he was slightly unstable and his face was very pale. Fortunately, this person had no good color when he was white, and others would not see anything. It’s the same, but the ink burns. He walked over and looked at the unmanned surroundings, gently rubbing the back of his hand.

"Master, you fly very well."

"Ok?"

The ink burned and smiled: "Really."

Chu night Ning lightly coughed and turned his eyes away.

Looking up, the top of Mount Huangshan really has a layer of almost identifiable evil spirits. The other eight heads have arrived. They are standing at the forefront of the mountain, in front of the enchantment barrier of the sky, raising their hands and pouring them in. Spirituality, Xue Zhengyi also immediately rushed over to help.

The dead and dying people arrived in succession. After a while, Xue Meng also arrived. He steadily fell on the side of the two people. As soon as he saw the situation, he immediately frowned. "What is this doing? Why not go up the mountain?" ?"

When the ink burned him, he explained to him: "Not not, but not up."

Xue Meng is quite confused: "Why?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Huangshan is one of the four evil mountains in the realm of cultivation. This mountain is very weird and it is not so easy to break in."

Xue Meng was a little surprised: "I only know that there are four great holy mountains. Is there still four evil mountains? Which four big?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Lushan, Jiashan -"

Xue Mengyi: "The Rock Hill?"

"...the basaltic armor."

"Oh, oh." Xue Meng blushed, "Well."

"Lushan, and this one, Huangshan."

Chu night Ning paused, and then said, "This is the **** past in the realm of cultivation. Nowadays, it has rarely been mentioned. Only when I go to some complicated books, I can read the records of the four evil mountains. ”

"Then why is there something like evil mountain?"

Chu Evening did not answer directly, but asked Xue Meng: "The first time of the Confucianism Gate to surrender the evil past, you can still remember."

"Remember." Xue Mengdao, "The East China Sea has a dragon, because he defeated the dragon, sealed the Golden Drum Tower, and then signed a **** contract with the dragon to make it for his own use. After the death of the first generation of Confucianism, evil The dragonfly became a hill, the dragon's rib became a mantle, the dragon's blood became a river, the keel became a rock, and the dragon became a tree. This mountain, the tomb of the Confucian disciples, has been guarded for generations. Oh, also known as Lushan."

Chu night Ning dagger: "Yes, so Lushan is the evil spirit of Qinglong. You all know that the four stars of the Rui beast are the Qinglong Zhuque Baihu Xuanwu, but under the four stars, there will be a malignant change, and there will be waves everywhere."

Xue Meng slowly understood: "So, the rest of the, like the Lushan, is the spirit of the evil beast turned into?"

"Ok."

Xue Mengdao: "That is Huangshan... is it Suzaku?"

He jerked his head to look at the behemoth-like mountain that was shrouded in the haze, and he found that the middle of the mountain was towering and flattened twice, like a phoenix that was necked and smashed.

Chu night Ningdao: "Yes. In addition, the four evil mountains, each with evil laws. For example, Lushan, it only allows the Houyi of the Confucianism Gate to lead others to enter, and those who are accustomed to it will be dragged by the vines In the mud, burying and dying. This phoenix is ​​the same."

"But it's weird." Xue Meng turned to look at the head of the one spell, and his old man also helped. "Yushan is the mountain of Confucianism. Everyone knows, what about Huangshan? Just put It’s not enough to drag on the sect of the scorpion evil spirits."

The ink that has never been snoring speaks at this moment: "The man died unexpectedly not long ago. If she is still alive, she can do so."

Xue Meng stunned: "Do you know who it is?"

"Know." The ink burned faintly. "It's a woman, we all know."