Not long after the man in red left, the farmyard remembered the sound of a pounding knock on the door. The old man on the rattan chair was a little impatient, covered the palm fan and yawned, flipped over and said to the two children who were still playing.

"Dabao, secondbao, go and open the door."

The two children responded clearly and walked to the door together to open the door, but found that they were not familiar neighbors, but a man wearing strange clothes and naked on his head.

"Strange man, who are you looking for?"

The small village is closed and the children are young and ignorant, so they naturally don’t know that this is a monk, so they are called weird people.

Tong Yan Wuji, the monk didn't care. Instead, he smiled and touched the two children's little heads that were tying up to the sky, and said gently, "The monk is here to find your grandfather."

This monk had big ears, his cheeks were bulging, and his nostrils were turned outwards. He looked really not good-looking, but his temperament was warm and kind, which gave people a sense of closeness.

However, this is just an appearance. If the man in red who had just escaped saw the man's current appearance, he would probably be shocked to his chin.

Is this the most brutal, bloodthirsty, and inhumane executioner in the sea of ​​bitterness? I’m afraid someone has changed his appearance and pretended to be.

"Hey, monk, take your hands away quickly. Such a heavy murderous nature will ruin my two good grandsons. I have been patient again and again. Don't be arrogant and shameless."

Seeing that the monk actually put a pair of fat white hands on the heads of the two children, the old man was a little uneasy. Although he was very skilled in martial arts and had reached the level of unpredictable ghosts and gods, it was impossible for him to kill him before the other party started.

"Senior, don't worry, the monk has no malice when he comes here this time. He is here to convey a message to the senior at the order of my sect leader."

The monk was fond of killing in his life and was bloodthirsty, and even took killing as his way. With diligence, his cultivation reached the realm of great success of the soul. Looking at the sea of ​​bitterness, he was also a perfect top-level combat power, which was definitely not an ordinary person.

If someone else talked to him like this, he would definitely not waste any saliva and directly killed the other party to calm down his boiling murderous intent, but there are always exceptions.

Dao Qianqiu, the famous Kangzhou swordsman who has been famous for a long time, is also the head of the sword. When he was young, he was innate in the Demon Sect's sword lineage with three swords in half. His combat power was extremely fierce.

A hero would not mention his courage back then. If he had only become famous, the monk would not be so afraid, just because in his perception, the old man had become one with the heaven and earth.

What I saw in front of me was the body of this old man, but the perception of the soul was two kinds of feelings.

One is the feeling of emptiness, there is nothing in front of you, only the world, only the air, and no one.

One is the feeling of being everywhere. The space in front of you is densely filled with this person, thousands of people, thousands of pairs of sharp eyes like knives, and the pressure it brings to people can be imagined.

"The cultivation of the gods and the unpredictable combat power, the feeling this person brings me is even more terrifying than the sect leader. Dao Qianqiu has reached such a state. The head of Ten Thousand Swords is worthy of his name. If he takes action, killing Xiang Yang will be easy."

Compared with the first two disciples from the Kuhai lineage, the monk has a good cultivation and a good eye. He can see the horror of the person in front of him at a glance.

"I have something to say and fart. The old man wants to make up for a nap. Big treasure, second treasure, go back to the house."

The old man had a bad temper and cursed and pushed the two children into the room before he looked at the monk with cold eyes.

Without words or actions, just watching quietly, it puts great pressure on the monk who is known as the executioner of the Kuhai lineage. The feeling was like a pure and kind little white rabbit being targeted by the big tiger, the king of the forest.

"Ahem, I've been in a mountain village for a long time, and I'm not able to communicate information in remote places, and I'm even far away from the world. I'm afraid I don't know that something extremely sensational happened in the martial arts world in Kangzhou recently."

The monk wanted to arouse Dao Qianqiu's interest, but only the cold eyes were greeted.

It was not until this time that he noticed that although the other party's body was aging, the folds and spots looked dull, his eyes were vigorous, clear and bright, without any stagnation or turbidity.

Whether the knife is rusted or dull, it cannot be seen on the outside. Only by truly trying the sharpness can you know.

"Senior, don't be impatient. The monk will tell you the whole story one by one. Please don't be too sad after listening."

After singing a one-man show, the monk felt a little scared and did not dare to talk anymore. He told the whole story of Baye being killed, but only polished and modified it in the middle.

For example, the ownership of the Pure World Buddha's Book was in his mouth. In his mouth, Venerable Kashyapa was blurred in his old age and was confused in his understanding. For example, in Baye Temple, he became the persecution of monks in his mouth, and he had to do it.

For example, the role they played by the Kuhai lineage is not that they have ulterior motives, but that they are glorious and honest, and that they are simply a rare talent for the Baye, willing to help, etc.

To sum up, Kashyapa Temple, the Buddhist sons, and Xiang Yang are bad. Their suffering lineage, Baye, are good. If Xiang Yang kills Baye, his sins are even more unforgivable. A great hero is needed to punish him.

And this hero, who can do more than a thousand years of swords, can he take on a great task?

"Senior, are you okay?"

After speaking in one breath, the monk touched his outward nose and looked at Dao Qianqiu, who was unconscious and touched in front of him, and felt a little suspicious.

There is no mention of rumors in the world, and Baye also said that Dao Qianqiu is very good, but he is a friend who is enough to trust his life and death.

Even if a friend with such a deep friendship is killed, he should be mourned to express his condolences even if he is not angry. Why is this person so calm?

It’s like Baye is dead, it’s no different from a passerby.

"The mouth of the Demon Sect, a deceitful ghost, Baye is a person who is too competitive and will be used by your Demon Sect.

But I disappointed you. The old man has already retired. The world of the world has nothing to do with me.

Now I am just an ordinary old man in the small village. My biggest wish in my life is to have a peaceful and stable life. You go."

Dao Qianqiu's reaction was indeed beyond the monk's expectations, and I was afraid Shi Fayan and others would not have expected it.

"Senior, is it because the hero is old and afraid of Xiang Yang and even more afraid of death. So he dare not avenge his old friends?

It seems that Master Baye misjudged the person and regarded you as a friend of life and death. It is really sad and lamentable."

The monk's eyes were dull. He never expected this to happen, so he immediately spoke with his teeth.

My heart was raised to my throat, for fear of angering the other party, so I was torn to pieces. After all, one of his little nephews was not far away from the heroic spirit.

It’s not that he has to argue, but that this person is related to the master’s plan and cannot tolerate any gap.

"What's the difficulty of dying? Counting ancient and modern times, except for the movement of heaven and earth as ever and unchanged forever, who can last forever?

However, your stimulation is indeed useful. For nothing, the old man’s cultivation is still not good, and he cannot reach the state of calmness.

If you take this leaf back, if you meet Xiang Yang, you will shout three times and kill, and the old man will be able to send out his full blow.

As for success or not, it depends entirely on God's will, and it can be considered as a dedication to old friends.

As for you, don’t disturb the old man in the future, go."

Dao Qianqiu seemed to be moved by emotions, and his calm eyes suddenly felt turbulent. He picked a leaf with his hands and threw it into the monk's hand. Then he waved his hand and a master of soul was thrown away from the yard in a daze, without any resistance.

The old man himself muttered to himself as he looked at the big tree in the yard.
Chapter completed!