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The water column shot up into the sky. The white-haired young man volleyed in the air and leaped high to the treetops. His movements were as nimble as a light bird. His toes twirled in a strange arc on the emerald green leaves. The water column under him was already close at hand.

His feet kept moving, and as the emerald green leaves slowly fell, the person who was still on the leaves had already slid out, followed by a string of water, and the wide sleeves were all inflated under the action of the air, and the dark clouds were blown by the wind. Blowing away, the bright moonlight fell on the white-haired young man, setting him off like a god descending to earth.

His eyes are firm, and his falling speed is getting faster and faster. He has only one target, and that is the old monk holding a piccolo directly below!

Everything was in the blink of an eye, before Meng Chengde had time to react, one foot had already landed on his head, making a slight knocking sound, and then the other foot stomped hard on it with full strength. The bridge of his nose was touched, and Yin Wuhuo's body was bent to an angle where he could easily use the maximum force. After a successful blow, he used the reaction force to make a beautiful somersault and landed steadily three meters away.

At the same time, losing the control of the flute sound, the water following Yin Wuhuo instantly released all its strength, obediently obeying the effect of gravity, and vented the old monk from top to bottom.

This is called repaying the person in the same way as the person!

Yin Wuhuo was quite satisfied with the effect of his move, and felt a lot more relieved when he saw the old monk turn into a drowned chicken in an instant.

Meng Chengde wiped the water off his face and looked at the white-haired young man standing not far away in disbelief. This was the first time he had been beaten so embarrassingly in his more than three hundred years of life.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the malaria ghost half-lying on the shrine looking at him, and he took a deep breath in his heart.

His master is still watching him, he must not lose face in front of the master!

Thinking of this, Meng Chengde's momentum rose. He held the piccolo again, took a deep breath, and a flute that sounded crooked and out of tune came out, and all the pool water that was still scattered on the ground became Floating in mid-air in the shape of water droplets, the number of water droplets gathered more and more, obviously they just stayed quietly in the mid-air, but the weird flute sound played by Meng Chengde made people feel as if they were on the verge of death for no reason. The illusion of the archenemy.

Especially when there are more and more water droplets, which almost fill up the space, this sense of oppression becomes clearer and clearer. Yin Wuhuo held on for a while, and finally moved back slightly. Taking a small step, just this small step, both of them understood very well, Yin Wuhuo, lost!

The two sides fight against each other, and the momentum determines the situation of the battle.

Just such a small step broke the stalemate. Meng Chengde caught the moment and the sound of the flute became sharper. Thousands of small water droplets gathered together, spinning and rushing from all directions. As Yin Wuhuo rushed over, the power of a small drop of water might be nothing, so what about a bunch?

Even if Yin Wuhuo had three heads and six arms, he would definitely not be able to react to a bunch of water droplets coming from all directions and without any attack methods.

Meng Chengde curled up his mouth triumphantly, just wait and see, brat, if you dare to make me embarrass myself in front of my master, you must be prepared to be killed by me, and you will slowly die in this water formation .

It's really not good to be surrounded by water again, and the water is different from last time. The water was just a lump last time, at least it can make people feel that they are in the water, but this time the water is One by one, they are distinct, they are not completely fused together, and they are still elastic with each other. When they collide together, they will bounce off in different directions with twice the force, and after each collision, the messages they convey The greater the strength.

Yin Wuhuo didn't feel much when the water droplets hit him at first, but it was too late when the water droplets hit his body and he started to feel pain, because the force of the next collision was twice as strong as the previous one.

As if being surrounded and beaten by a group of people, the force of the water drops became heavier and heavier, like heavy punches raining down one after another, endlessly, Yin Wuhuo knelt on the ground protecting the most vulnerable part of his body.

Ah, it hurts.

Frowning irritably, Yin Wuhuo stood up abruptly, shook away the small water droplets around him, and ran towards the old monk's place. Along the way, water droplets with increasing force hit him. , Yin Wuhuo noticed that when the water droplets collided together, the original sharp sound of the flute would be a little weaker. To capture the thief, you should first capture the king. If he can disrupt the sound of the old monk's flute, he will no longer be able to control the sound of the water. Out of these pestering attacks.

While thinking that Yin Wuhuo didn't care that the weak parts of his body would be attacked, he ran towards the old monk in three steps at a time, and hit the old monk's hand holding the piccolo as soon as he stretched out his hand.

How could Meng Chengde let him get what he wanted? He seemed to be hiding on one side of his body, but he never thought that the string of water drops behind Yin Wuhuo didn't recognize anyone. He was hiding in a safe place just now, and the water drops couldn't interfere with his actions. But now Yin Wuhuo ran over, and the water drops that should have followed.

Seeing that the rhythm was going to be messed up, Meng Chengde quickly changed the tune, the sound of the flute became softer, all the water droplets burst in an instant, and the splashed water made Yin Wuhuo's half-dry clothes wet again of.

Regardless of the dislike, Yin Wuhuo stretched out his hand to snatch the piccolo that Meng Chengde was holding.

How could Meng Chengde make him happy?

Although he showed long-range attacks at the beginning, it doesn't mean that he can't fight, on the contrary, he has been specially trained.

Before meeting his master, he was a serious monk!

Holding the piccolo in his hand, he slammed it on Yin Wuhuo's chest, and then slapped Yin Wuhuo's right shoulder with the other hand in the shape of a palm, squatting down with his left foot slightly, and bent his right elbow towards Yin Wuhuo's stomach. past.

Yin Wuhuo's face tightened, he was hit on the right shoulder just now, and his body fell backwards, and he couldn't grasp the center of gravity, but this did not prevent him from reaching out to block the old monk's elbow.

"Crack!" The white-haired young man completely lost his center of gravity, and his body fell backwards. Meng Chengde seized this opportunity and turned over and sat on him. Piccolo pointed at the white-haired young man's head and wanted to slam it hard. Dive down for a headshot.

At the moment of life and death, Yin Wuhuo opened his eyes wide, and a golden light seemed to flash in his eyes. At this moment, his mind was blank, and all the movements of his hands were based on instinct. When he came back to his senses, there were already many A still beating heart.

No, to be precise, this is not a heart, but a big heart made up of nine small hearts.

And the owner of this heart is the old monk who is still straddling him until now.

Meng Chengde stared at the heart in Yin Wuhuo's hand with wide eyes, and the piccolo in his hand fell weakly and hung by Yin Wuhuo's ear.

He had never thought about being killed with a single blow and having his heart pulled out. He even thought that it was impossible for him to die. That's right, as long as he had his master around, he would never die!

It is the master who gave him the right to eternal life, the master is his god, his everything!

His achievements today are all bestowed by his master!

Meng Chengde could feel that his vitality was gradually passing away. With hope in his eyes, he dragged his body and slowly crawled towards the main hall, where his god was waiting for him.

The bright red blood splattered all over the ground, and Yin Wuhuo stood up with his heart in his hands, and looked expressionlessly at the old monk who was still in high spirits just now, lingering like a bereaved dog.

Suddenly he felt that it was too cheap for him to die so simply. A person like him had harmed countless children. He absolutely didn't deserve such a simple death.

Walking slowly to Meng Chengde's side, Yin Wuhuo stretched out a foot to step on his back, turning a blind eye to his struggling appearance, raised a hand and pointed to the malaria ghost who was still half lying on the altar leisurely until now, saying :"Come out."

"Do you think you can beat me?"

The malaria ghost simply relaxed his body and lay directly on the shrine without looking at Yin Wuhuo's scarred appearance.

"Even if you couldn't beat me in your heyday, let alone you are still injured now, I can't even arouse the interest in fighting a trash like you."

"Hey!"

Feeling the taunt from the malarial ghost, Yin Wuhuo stepped harder and harder, a sense of frustration emerged spontaneously.

At this moment, a burst of hearty laughter came, accompanied by the tremor of the floor.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the gate.

The corners of the red clothes fluttered. A three-meter-tall, bearded and powerful judge in red clothes stood at the door. His burly body directly blocked the entire stone door. He reached out and touched the back of his head. The red sleeve robe brought a gust of wind.

He frowned, reached out and lifted the Shimen by the roots and walked in swaggeringly. This time, everyone could see his appearance clearly.

The malaria ghost who had been lying on the altar stood up abruptly, opened his eyes, his gray-blue eyes were full of shock, "Zhong Kui!"

"Huh?" Zhong Kui looked down and found that the one pointing at him was a little ghost.

The malaria ghost flew out of the shrine and floated in the air, "You hurt me so badly 300 years ago! Today I will take revenge."

"Revenge?" Looking disdainfully at the malaria ghost standing in front of him, Zhong Kui waved his hand, and the judge drew out the pen, capturing the malaria ghost alive.

"It's impossible for a brat like you to defeat me, so just obediently follow me back to the underworld."

The malaria ghost struggled a little bit unconvinced, "How is it possible, my injuries have obviously healed in the past 300 years, and my cultivation base has improved a lot, how could it be possible to be captured by you just like that!"

"..."

Zhong Kui ignored his clamor. Over the years, he has caught too many ghosts, and even more of them are unconvinced. It's fine to just catch them like this, so there's no need to talk nonsense.

Bringing Malaria Ghost and Meng Chengde along, Zhong Kui razed the entire temple to the ground with a wave of his hand. In an instant, countless small light spots rushed out, some of them flew in all directions, and some ran directly to Zhong Kui's side. Take a closer look , These little spots of light are the souls of every child.

Yin Wuhuo stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Chen's soul, intending to exchange it back in person so that he could give Chen Yuhua a formal explanation and receive a high reward along the way.

Of course, he did not forget to go to Chengde Orphanage to take Yang Cheng away.

He received a large sum of money for saving Chen Chen, and everything after that was straight to the procedure.

With the confessions of Yang Chen and Yang Teng and the physical evidence found in Chengde Temple, even if Meng Chengde is dead in the end, Meng Chuanfang, the director of Chengde Orphanage, may only be able to honestly live in this life. The prison is over.

As for the children in the orphanage, except for the two Yang brothers who were entrusted to Huai Tian by Yin Wuhuo, the rest of the children were all assigned to other orphanages.

The author has something to say: This story is over, and there are still some things that have not been explained clearly. I will write it clearly in a small episode tomorrow~