Chapter 62 New Interpretation of Six literacy

The sun is vast, scattered with golden light, and the mountains reflected in the evening are deeper. The mountains are beautiful, and the flowers are clustered. The breeze blows, and the trees are full of trees.

In fact, in midsummer, the leaves go from green to deep, and when they wait until dusk, they are covered with gold. The branches are covered by the sun, and the light and shadow are intertwined, which is quite vivid and makes the color of everything particularly strong.

Outside the distant mountain, looking at Gu Yong, under a cluster of towering ancient cypresses, a man stood quietly. He put his hands behind his back, frowned, and his face was locked.

This person is slightly fat, dressed like a rich family member. His cheeks are shining, his complexion is slightly dark, and he is dressed in long satin clothes. He also looks quite rich. Fortunately, he wears a Confucian scarf on his head, which can barely be regarded as a Confucian. Otherwise, if he wears a crown hat, he will not be regarded as a rich man from. .

He is over 100 years old, but he still looks energetic. In terms of standing alone, he is as straight and rigid as Gubai behind him, and his people are good at nourishing his spirits. He is always smiling and it is difficult to distinguish his thoughts, but at this time, his eyebrows are locked, and his emotions in his heart are also mixed.

In the past few years, he walked around the world, or followed the magic religion, and killed the enemy. On that day, he fought with a little monk with a meditation state. The monk's cultivation was quite high, but he was benevolent. Whenever he didn't want to kill, he only made himself funny, but he could not arouse any gratitude.

However, just when he found an opportunity to kill the monk immediately, the yellow finch stared at his cicada-catching mantis in hiding. At the moment when he was absorbed and killed the little monk, a killer behind him came out with a sword and stabbed the door behind him.

The man's heart was finished, and he was determined to die here. However, at this time, the little monk gave up defending his attack and sent him with a high-five. The assassin behind him who wanted to attack him was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, there was such a stupid monk in the world who was slapped by him and Zhang Huang fled.

When he recalled, he couldn't help closing his eyes. That day was dangerous, and he had never met in his life. At that time, in this situation, if he hurt the little monk again, it was hard to say. As soon as he gritted his teeth and his retrograde, he actually stopped his palm. Instead, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Memories are like the wind. When they blow, they often make people look more awake. At this moment, beside him, there is an old monk who died on his back. The old monk's face is slightly sad. His chest is run through two huge sword wounds, which looks very terrible. The blood outside the wound has already condensed into a dark purple blood scab, and his body is also early. It has been soaked with blood and dyed red. The monk's dress has long lost its original color, leaving only a red.

"Lotus monk, old friend..." The man standing looked at the monk's body in front of him and suddenly smiled bitterly. He looked up and sighed. The sky passed through the colorful clouds. For a moment, thousands of clouds dispersed, and the sky gradually fell into the sky.

That day, he vomited blood, but picked up his life. The little monk was pale with fear. He thought he would say something like "It's better to hit me than the donor's palm... Why did the donor hurt himself..."

Unexpectedly, the monk was already pale and shivering. He covered his chest with one hand, sweated a lot, took a long breath, and said in a trembling voice, "That's great... There is no death..."

Suddenly, the man opened his hand and lifted a light, which was more like gold, even better than the sunset. When he brushed the old monk's body, he saw a soft sound, and the body of the lotus monk's body had already dispersed into dust under the golden light.

The two met when they were young and actually made a deal. The monk's mouth is not pedantic, but his compassion is better than some high-sounding people. Although he can't do it, he is also deeply admired. Whether he is in the magic religion or not, the monk does not see him as a demon, which is also valuable.

Today, the past goes with the wind, but after a moment of memory, the person in front of him is still there, but it is just a cold body.

This man only feels that he can't restrain his sadness with his long-term efforts.

The dust condensed and actually formed a golden elixir. The Buddha's breath on it was overflowing. The standing person stretched out his hand to hold the golden elixir and sighed. In his heart, the lotus monk had a hundred years of cultivation. During his life of compassion, he did not avoid his own safety and suffering. When he died, he had to become a golden elixir. For the rest of his life, he shook his head with a wry smile and suddenly thought of a gold Dan can save several people's lives. With his own strength, it is finally difficult to defeat the general trend.

Only with the power, skill and strength of one side can we really have the opportunity to do something. Unfortunately, the old monk does not understand all this until his death.

The twilight in front of him, and the green mountains slowly turned out to be like eyebrows. Only Jindan still bloomed with Buddha's light. This person seemed to be a little comforted and carefully put away Jindan. He thought that he had this selfishness. As soon as he wanted to find out the cause of the death of the lotus monk, Mo Cheng and others would continue to stay in southern Xinjiang. At present, they also need to meet them as soon as possible.

He thought so, but he didn't move. Suddenly, his whole body turned into a light and disappeared out of thin air.

It turned out that this man was Yuan Chongyue, the leader of the Military League.

.......

I don't know if it would be such a long night. There was a war in front of the door of Anlehou's mansion. After the nightfall, the Houfu's water prison was strange and changed again. Finally, the hustle and Yin Tiantong met Zhou Hanzhi, who was alone. When the latter was shocked, the other party could not allow him to think about it.

When Zhou Hanzhi wanted to resist, his body seemed to be filled with lead. It turned out that Yin Tiantong's eyes suddenly swept over, and in an instant, it made Zhou Han stagnate, and the light shot out by the shackles came at this time. The light seemed to be invisible shackles and poured into his body.

Zhou Han was shocked. When he was about to jump away, he only felt that the light was not hindered by his movement, but locked his strange meridians and eight veins, making his power unable to continue to run. At this time, Yin Tiantong suddenly moved.

I saw him turn into a black wind, and suddenly, he covered Zhou Hanzhi and wrapped his people firmly in the black wind.

"Senior...Senior...I still have something to say..." At the critical moment, Zhou Hanzhi only felt cold all over his body. In his consciousness, he was like a needle, but he couldn't help himself. He tried his best to squeeze out this sentence. Yin Tiantong sneered and replied to him, "You can't help talking by your mouth, and let someone dig your heart and see if the words are true or false!"

"Ah!" With a scream, Zhou Hanzhi seemed to faint, and his whole body suddenly lost his mind.

At this time, the black wind caused by Yin Tiantong became more and more prosperous, and the scope continued to expand. Zhou Han stopped in it and slowly disappeared. He laughed and jumped back to avoid the impact of the black wind. He raised his head and looked over with great interest.

At this time, the monk only had that cell in the depths. He assimilated with this room and heaven and earth, and there was no physical body, nor completely destroyed, but with an immovable body, he watched Zhou Han stop suffering from this crime.

At this time, he was also in a bad mood. Thinking about Zhou Han's tens of millions of thoughts, he could only accommodate himself all the way. Although he mistakenly identified himself as his sister Zhang Tingwan, he took care of him all the way, so he didn't take care of himself.

What's more, if you expect it, Tongxian is his biological father. Zhang Tingwan is her compatriots. Zhou Hanzhi is a disciple who knows immortals and loves his sister. How can't let his life and death be ignored, but he has the intention to save him, but he is powerless. I feel anxious, but helpless.

At this time, the black wind suddenly converged inward, and Huo's collection was boundless raging. Two of the lights suddenly lit up. For a moment, it diluted the darkness of the cell. He only heard the treacherous laughter and shouted to the black wind turned by Yin Tiantong: "Yin Tiantong, what are you waiting for? Let's see if this person knows something about Hongjun Wanxiang. What?"

"Good!" The black wind answered, and suddenly, Zhou Hanzhi heard a heartbreaking scream, as if his mind had been cut open, and his consciousness turned into a picture and fell in front of the sway.

In the picture, it showed that Zhou Hanzhi followed the seven wonders all the way. Later, he met Tianmu, entered this water prison, saw Tianmu take the treasure and took the book, and then arranged an invisible array to hide the treasure book.

It's just that the latter picture seems to be deeply hidden by Zhou Hanzhi, which is quite gloomy. At this time, the black wind blew up, as if Yin Tiantong had increased his mana, and Zhou Hanzhi screamed even more, hidden in his mind, which appeared in front of everyone.

Qi Miao was also surprised when he saw it. He nodded and said, "It turned out that there was a boy of Xiaoyao Sect who broke the array left by Xiaoyao's old monster for us and got the treasure book. This boy is also great."

"At present, it's convenient. As long as you take the Xiaoyao Dragon, break the array of these six armors, and then get the treasure book, it's fine for you and me to understand it in detail..." As the black wind shook, he sent out a message.

"Wait a minute!" After a while, he jumped into the room called the unrepure room, and only heard him mutter. After a busy work, the roam jumped out and said reluctantly, "It's not this room. Although the boy originally hid the book in the room without remission, it was not the current room... ..."

"Isn't this room just sitting there... What's going on? Don't play tricks!" In the black wind, Yin Tiantong said angrily.

"Hey...you!" Seeing this, he complained twice, shook his head and explained, "When Xiaoyao and I arranged these six arrays, it was not just to arrange the seven rooms repeatedly, but two layers of arrangement..."

"I guess you don't know, Jihenge Sha, Monk only... Seven names... Each name here corresponds to these two rooms?

"Eh? That's how it is!" The Yin Tiantong exclaimed.

Qi Miao was also shocked. He slightly understood what the two were referring to, which had something to do with the disappearance and appearance of several rooms here.

"Yes, now this room is the one 20 years ago. What we are looking for is the one 20 years later!" At this time, it was even more amazing.