That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Hundreds of arrows rained down towards the Sheng family's school grounds. The disciples of the immortal sect drew their swords and swung them to hide.

The organs of the Sheng family were also humanized, and they probably regarded the movement from here as an intruder. The bows and crossbows on the top of the two nearest trees suddenly turned their directions, and for a moment There was no time to stop, and two rows of sharp arrows with red arrows shot towards the three of Si Huai who had just landed.

"I read!" Si Huai yelled anxiously, pushed the two people in his hand over, turned back a few steps with his strength, pulled out the fan at his waist, and exerted a little force on the fan shaft with his fingers , The fan that unfolded rushed out a gust of wind, forcing the menacing arrows to stop.

But it was only a moment of stalemate. This fan is just a weapon he found for himself after he came back to life. It can deal with ordinary monsters. The weapons cannot resist.

If a hole is pierced in his body by this arrow, all the "flesh and blood" on his body will turn into mud and flow out of the hole.

Si Huai frowned with some difficulty, and exerted a little more strength in his hand. The fan that was floating in front of him to block the sharp arrow suddenly turned and brought a small wind force. He took advantage of this moment to pull away and back away. Suddenly, the arrow, which was no longer blocked, brushed past the falling fan as if being pushed by something, plunged into the bushes, and finally fell into the lake.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he mentioned his throat, and Si Huai bent down to pick up the Flying Blossom Chasing the Moon Fan, brushed off the dust with his sleeve carelessly, stroked the cracked fan with some distress, and slowly Walking slowly beside Sheng Jincheng, he asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Sheng Jincheng hugged him as a salute, then turned to look at Wu Nian and Chen Yi, a little surprised why they appeared here, before he could say anything, he saw that the other side had already started fighting.

In the midst of the melee, an arrow falling from a high place went towards Dong Yangyan's back, and was cut off by Sheng Lanchu's sword five steps away. The nearby Dongyang family disciples probably thought that she was going to attack their young master Unfavorable, shouting and surrounded the past together.

"Brother Qi Zhou, please help my sister!" Sheng Jincheng begged while tugging on Si Huai's sleeve while looking back at the battle situation behind him, hating himself for being a person who doesn't know how to fight, and he can't help at this moment .

"Don't worry." Si Huai patted him on the shoulder, gave Wu Nian a look to let him take care of Sheng Jincheng and Lin Ying, turned around and walked towards the chaotic Sheng family's school grounds.

The unfolded folding fan was gently shaken by him in his hand, and it was thrown out as a weapon in a blink of an eye. He went around in front of Sheng Lanchu and knocked down the weapons in the hands of her besiegers. It was in Si Huai's hands.

As soon as Si Huai walked away over there, several arrows shot up from the island here. Wu Nian quickly picked up a branch from the ground as a weapon, and quickly waved his hands to knock down the sharp arrow.

Taking advantage of this moment, several foreign disciples have already pulled the hook rope and climbed onto the island. They put their swords across their bodies and leaned towards them. Wu Nian turned the branch in his hand to resist. Unexpectedly, the branch was not very strong, and it fell off his hand with a "click".

A wave of sword energy spread across the Sheng family's school field, forcing everyone on the field to take two steps back before stabilizing their bodies, and the fighting scene stopped for a moment.

Zhong Xun, the patriarch of the Zhong family, saw his saber sinking deep into the ground, the hand holding the hilt trembled slightly, and he sternly reprimanded, "Stop!"

The disciples of the Zhong family, who had been in a mess for a long time, heard the words of the patriarch, quickly put away their weapons and retreated behind the sect master Zhong. The disciples of the other families saw the situation and looked at the face of their patriarch, and also retreated.

Zhong Xun: "The matter of the Great Barren Mountain is very important. I don't know if it is the resurrection of the demon dragon 300 years ago. Our four great immortal sects have cooperated with each other for decades, so we can't hurt our peace at this time."

"Hmph!" Sect Master Sheng put away his sword and glanced over coldly, "On the night of the accident in Dahuangshan, several suzerain masters rushed to Sankiyuan, who was the first to hurt the peace?"

"The gentleman in your mansion is somehow inseparable from this matter. He killed so many people in the Sheng family but he didn't give an explanation. Naturally, there is no reason to stop it, but an ordinary person can actually urge a pen to kill people in a dream, this pen is definitely not a good thing, and it should be handed over."

As soon as his words fell, Wu Nian and Sheng Jincheng were pushed out with swords by some disciples who climbed onto the island. Those disciples were all wearing the black unicorn pattern home clothes of the Ming family. After all was quiet, he put down his weapon and saluted Ming Qiao.

"Jin Cheng! Come here!" Sheng Lanchu's raised voice was already full of anger, and when they walked back to the Sheng family safely, they sneered and said sarcastically: "I just came to ask what I kept saying, don't hurt me." Gentle, then you disciples who came from the edge of Sankihara Island by boat, did you lose your way and can’t find the gate of the Sheng family? Or do you want to block the back road of my Sheng family?!”

Zhong Xun was also a little surprised by the famous disciple who suddenly came out from behind, and turned to look at Ming Qiao beside him.

Sect Master Ming also had a look of surprise on his face, he reprimanded them sharply, then eased his expression a bit, stood up straight and gave a big gift of apology to Sect Master Sheng.

"The disciples of the Ming family misunderstood the meaning of this trip, and they blocked the waterway and almost hurt the son of the Sheng family. It was my fault as the patriarch. Ming Qidao hereby apologizes to Sect Master Sheng and the Sheng family." Ming Qiao bowed his head. Lifting his eyelids, he changed the subject, "But what Sect Master Zhong said is reasonable, even if the Sheng family wants to keep this person, they should hand over the pen that hurt people. would be a disaster."

"So, our Sheng family should also thank everyone for going to great lengths to force Sanmuyuan?" Sheng Lan first saw that Sheng Jincheng and Mr. Lin were both intact, so she calmed down a little bit, and didn't talk about what had already been punctured. .

The four masters of the Immortal Sect have already established their foundations in hundreds of families, and many small sects even rely on these big families. This important reason stepped on the Sheng family's head and suppressed their arrogance built up by money.

"It's really inappropriate for so many of us to force Sankiyuan, but the Sheng family fired the arrow first, right? Our family has injured so many disciples, can't the Sheng family calm down?"

"Quiet the anger? You immediately leave Sankiyuan, and call your disciples on the water away, this anger can still be suppressed!"

"Even if..."

"That's all!" Zhong Xun stopped Ming Qiao, who was about to say something, and raised his hand to pull out the saber that was missing from the ground, "Let's go to Fengmian to find a place to stay, and I ask Sect Master Sheng to get one quickly." My idea, you can stay and continue to investigate, but it is better to hand over this pen of unknown origin. Find out if it is an evil thing, and then we can go to the Great Barren Mountain to hunt down the dragon pit that suddenly appeared in the world."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal the disciples of the Zhong family behind him to evacuate first. Ming Qiao glanced at him, sighed and turned around to give orders, but the Dongyang family on the other side didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if they were being evacuated by someone. It's just a matter of making up the numbers.

"Wait!" Lin Ying, who was the target of Xianmen's trip, suddenly spoke, and walked out from behind the disciples of the Sheng family in the eyes of everyone.

"Sir!" Sheng Jincheng hurriedly gave him a hand, but Lin Ying just patted the back of his hand, brushed his hand away and continued to walk in front of people.

I saw him take out the jade-colored pen from his pocket, the tip of the pen was not dipped in ink, it was so white that it was not stained with dust.

He turned back and smiled at Sect Master Sheng, with a bit of bitterness, and said: "I, Lin Xingyun, He De, can be regarded as a close friend by Sect Master Sheng, but it's a pity that I promised to paint for you. I'm afraid I can't finish it. They That's right, this pen may be some kind of evil thing, maybe this incident has something to do with this pen, whether it's a god thing or an evil thing, it shouldn't fall into my hands."

Sect Master Sheng heard some meaning behind the words, and hurried forward, seeing him reaching out to stop him, he had to stand where he was, and asked, "Xing Yun, what do you want to do?!"

Lin Ying seemed to choke up, and remained silent for a while, remembering something, and the bitter smile on his face became paler and paler.

"I've said everything I need to say. You can track down the people behind this scene for me. In fact, I can't help you. In fact, I should have died a long time ago. I saved my life with this pen more than ten years ago. But I have harmed too many people in these years, and my heart has long been extremely uneasy. Some of them didn’t have to die, but I ended their lives. As early as countless nights when I dreamed of those innocent souls demanding their lives from me, I wanted to die, but I didn't have the courage to die. The Sheng family treats me like a close relative, how can I hide behind you and let you hurt the harmony with the Xianmen family because of me."

He paused, his eyes rested on Sheng Jincheng with some reluctance, and he turned to the three suzerains resolutely, presenting the jade pen with both hands.

"This thing doesn't know good or evil, Lin Ying is willing to hand it over to a few elders, so as to save someone from using this thing to do evil. Just please allow me to do it again, I also want to die in a beautiful dream."

Everyone couldn't respond to his words for a while, they saw him put the jade pen on his palm, and the pen slowly floated up in his palm, showing an extremely warm sapphire color, floating slightly in the void, like It is painting a beautiful painting.

"Master——" he looked back at me and read, and after deciding to die, he seemed to have relieved the weight of his body, and even his bitter smile became pure and sincere. "Can you save me? I am afraid that there will be too many resentful souls waiting for me, and the road to Huangquan will be difficult to walk."

"Amitabha." Wu Nian nodded his head heavily, took two steps and sat down cross-legged, with one hand in front of him and the other twirling the Buddhist beads, he recited the scriptures in a low voice. Seeing this, the little monk next to him turned his head and glanced at Sheng Jincheng , took out the wooden fish from the bundle behind him, knelt down beside Wu Nian and tapped it lightly.

"Thank you." Lin Ying said.

The brilliance of the jade pen became brighter and brighter, as if something was forming in the void. He slowly sat down on the ground, took the wine gourd thrown by Sect Master Sheng, and changed his comfortable posture and took a big sip.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems to be as short as a quarter of an hour, and it seems to be as long as a whole day. The person sitting on the ground has a drunken face with a slightly red color, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and the wine in his hand But the gourd fell to the ground, spilling the last few undrinked drops of the wine.

A brilliant brilliance from the tip of the pen fell on him, Zhong Xun raised his hand and swiped a palm to put the jade pen in his palm. Unexpectedly, the jade-colored brilliance on the body of the pen suddenly became very eye-catching, and a blue flame burst out for no reason. The whole body of the pen ignited, without the slightest scorching temperature, and within a short time, the jade pen was ignited and turned into a small blue jade, which fell into the palm of Wu Nian.

Broken jade... Looking at the thing in my palm, I suddenly remembered the similar scene in the plum garden a few months ago.

It was as if something was bumping into his mind, but after thinking about it seriously, he couldn't grasp the flashing thing.

Standing behind him, Si Huai stared closely at the small piece of broken jade in his hand, incomparably complicated thoughts appeared in his dark eyes, and some memories that had been deposited for a long time were also pulled out.

When the piece of broken jade in Meiyuan appeared, he only felt a little familiar. Today, this jade pen turned into broken jade and fell into Wu Nian's hands, and he finally recognized it.

It was the piece of jade embedded in Bi Jue's Zen stick, which was transformed by the blood of the monster, congealing most of the man's cultivation.

It's just—why did this jade ring break into jade pieces and become something else?

The author has something to say: I am really a scumbag author who crashes when I write a fighting scene 1551

Let me tell you that the scumbag authors have to catch up with the papers these days, and they have less time to get out the code words, so the update will be slower, maybe every other day. After a few days, I have finished the paper. Don't despise me, or I'll cry (Si Huai: Your head is crooked! Make you cry! I still want to read to me!)