Rebirth of the Peerless Immortal Master

After a while, the boat came back, followed by Master Lianyun who was still serious.

"Master." Dongfang Mianyang stood up with a smile, clenched his left hand, and when he opened it again, it was clean without any trace.

Lian Yun said, "Did you go for a walk in the morning?"

Dongfang Mianyang said: "Well, I thought I just had time, so I went to Mo Liu's place."

Then he briefly told Lian Yun what Mo Liu had said.

Lian Yun frowned slightly, "He Shan is indeed a bit suspicious. But if we are careful and keep our guard under our noses, nothing serious will happen."

Dongfang Mianyang nodded, changed his expression again, and asked with a smile, "Master, is there something for me? Is Senior Lingjuezi okay?"

"That old guy is not a person who likes to make a fool of himself. When he wakes up in the morning, he will have nothing to do." Lian Yun said: "I came to see you for the matter of going to Juechi Mountain."

When Xiao Chuan'er and Lian Yun came in just now, the door was not completely closed, and the sound insulation of the house was not so good, so Chen Jue heard what they said, and he said loudly at the door: "I Teacher He also has the same intention, Master Lianyun, brother Mianyang, why don't we gather some fellow martial artists to go up together so that we can take care of them?"

Dongfang Mianyang frowned, exchanged a glance with Lianyun, and reluctantly went to open the door for Chen Jue.

As soon as the door was opened, there was Chen Jue's smiling face and Gu Zhan behind him who had been ventilating.

Dongfang Mianyang suddenly thought of the corner scene he heard last night, couldn't help but twitched his lips, and looked at the two of them with weird eyes, "Mr. Chen, Gu...a hero."

Chen Jue didn't see the weirdness in his eyes, but when he heard Dongfang Mianyang's name, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "In the Jianghu, people call their masters a one-eyed silver sword, and there are also people who call them by their first names. Brother Mianyang It’s the first time I’ve heard of Sheng Gu Hero.” At the end, he turned his head and glanced at Gu Zhan behind him, “Master, do you think this title is good?”

At that glance, his eyes moved, and Gu Zhan subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth with a hint of charm, revealing a faint smile.

Dongfang Mianyang covered his lips and coughed, interrupting their eye contact.

Lian Yun said: "That's fine, then please ask Mr. Crimson Jue to come forward and contact other martial arts heroes."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mianyang looked at him in surprise.

Master Lianyun said nothing.

Chen Jue at the side turned his head and smiled at Lian Yun: "If you can't afford to be a son of the master, the master can just call the junior by his name. Since the master said so, the junior will go and talk to other people later. , Come back to the master to reply in the evening.”

Lian Yun nodded, just as Chen Jue was about to leave, Dongfang Mianyang stopped him again.

Chen Jue froze for a moment, "Brother Mianyang, what else is there?"

Gu Zhan behind him looked at Dongfang Mianyang with murderous intent.

Dongfang Mianyang tried his best to ignore this sharp gaze, and asked Chen Jue, "I wonder if Mr. Chen knows He Zhifei from Qianmu Mountain and Liao Zen from Nanruo Temple?"

Something flashed in Chen Jue's eyes so quickly that it was almost impossible to notice, "I've heard about these two people, but I'm not familiar with them. Brother Mianyang, what are you looking for?"

Thinking that there is nothing to hide, Dongfang Mianyang said, "Oh, I just heard that these two people have been to Juechi Mountain, so I want to find out what they found. After all, is there any danger?"

"That being said," Chen Jue said, "the people who went up Juechi Mountain that day died and walked away, and now they are the only ones left. But those who want to know something from them don't No, but they kept their mouths tacitly silent, but they are seniors with strong martial arts, and no one can ask a single word."

In fact, from Mo Liu, he almost knew what kind of situation these people saw at the beginning.There must have been an expert in Juechi Mountain who had set up a phantom array long ago, and the phantom formation is probably full of the darkest things hidden in the heart.These people who are "martial arts seniors" might have done some nasty things. They have the best reputation, so naturally they won't announce it.And he just wanted to understand the matter in as much detail as possible, as he just said, to be prepared.

"I just want to try my luck." Dongfang Mianyang said.

When Chen Jue heard the words, he didn't try to persuade them much, and after telling the whereabouts of the three people, he left with Gu Zhan.

After they left, Dongfang Mianyang asked Lianyun, "Master, there are many people and things are complicated, what about you?"

Lian Yun said unhurriedly: "Now there are many eyes and ears around us. If we go to Juechi Mountain alone, even if we don't gain anything, maybe someone with a heart will feel that we have gained something. Why don't we go with everyone in an open and honest way? It's better to play by ear."

Dongfang Mianyang came to a sudden.

Afterwards, Dongfang Mianyang never saw He Shan, and he didn't care. After all, his legs were on the man's legs, so he could go wherever he wanted.

After being rejected by He Zhifei, Dongfang Mianyang decided to seek Zen.

Liao Chan did not live in the century-old inn, but found another hut to live in.

This thatched hut is in the mountains that are still going up in Nanfeng Town.

On the way, he ran into He Shan who was in a hurry.

"Master Dongfang?" He Shan was a little surprised to see him.

Dongfang Mianyang looked behind him calmly, wondering why he came down from the top of the mountain.

He Shan didn't explain anything, but instead asked him: "Master Dongfang, where are you going?"

Dongfang Mianyang said: "I'm going to find Zen."

He Shan's eyes flashed, "But for the matter of Juechi Mountain?"

Dongfang Mianyang nodded, "Exactly."

Hearing this, He Shan sighed regretfully, "It seems that your trip was in vain. I have a little friendship with Master Zen. I planned to find him for tea today, but I didn't expect..."

Dongfang Mianyang frowned, "What happened?"

He Shan was a little sad, and sighed deeply, "He died."

Dongfang Mianyang was startled, "How could this happen?!"

He Shandao: "I never thought that I was in such a hurry just to inform everyone."

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After hearing the news, all the people gathered in front of the thatched hut where Zen lived. This hut was close to the top of the mountain.

Liao Chan is a monk who is about the same age as Lian Yun. He should have a benevolent face lying in a pool of blood, especially with a painful expression, like an evil ghost being tortured in hell.The cassock, which was originally red, was now dyed dark red, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

Seeing Liao Zen covered in blood on the ground, everyone's expressions were ugly.

Last time, the goatee named Qingyun looked at the miserable scene in front of him, his lips trembled violently, his bitter melon face was dry and shriveled as if someone had slapped it, "Wanzhu is dead, Qianlixun is also dead, just Even Zhuge Qing, since leaving this Nanshan Town, has no contact with him anymore... this time it's Zen again..."

Many people's eyes were on He Zhifei who was on the sidelines, but Dongfang Mianyang's heart moved. Could it be that the "super egg" he met was Zhuge Qing?

He Zhifei was about 40 years old, dressed in a blue brocade suit, and was very handsome, but at this time his face was so ugly that it seemed to be covered by a whole dark cloud, and it was so gloomy that it was about to drip. He gave the goatee a hard look, and retorted The voice was loud, "The dead are not only those who have been to Juechi Mountain! If there is a curse, none of you can escape! Besides, Zhuge Qing has gone out, and his body has not been found until now? It was the remnants of the Devil's Cult who did it! Where's Mo Liu?! This thing must have been done by him and that Bai Qiantang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Liu's lazy voice came out from outside the crowd, "He Zhifei, don't blame me, look at the blood stains, he obviously died this morning, I was still chatting with Young Master Dongfang this morning In life, how can I have the time to come here and kill people?" He changed his voice, and said again: "Besides, I am also a person who has been to Juechi Mountain, and even if you kill me, you don't want to say what you saw, how could I not know? "

Speaking of this, he sneered, "What kind of righteous person, what kind of head of Qianmu Mountain! After you took the seat of head of Qianmu Mountain, where did you throw the bones of your poor senior brother? Tsk tsk, really Ruthless, it was in vain for your senior brother to pick you up to the mountain to raise you as his own younger brother, but I didn't expect to raise a white-eyed wolf in the future!"

In fact, in Juechi Mountain's phantom formation, Mo Liu couldn't see other people's phantom formations, these were just the news that Xuelou inquired about.

But now, without exception, all of these have stabbed the soft flesh in He Zhifei's heart hard, making him want to die, as if he saw the scene he saw in the phantom array again, the scene where he stabbed the knife into the heart of his senior brother .

But winners and losers have been this principle since ancient times!

Thinking of this, his slack eyes converged again, and he looked at Mo Liu with a fierce gaze, "You, a remnant of the Devil's Cult, stop talking nonsense here! Let me take you down and see if you can still talk nonsense with your sharp mouth!" Eight ways!"

"you dare."

A white-clothed man appeared behind Mo Liu, with a murderous demeanor that made everyone spontaneously give way to them.

After seeing Bai Qiantang, He Zhifei's original murderous aura couldn't help but froze, and he flinched, obviously thinking of the scene yesterday when this man knocked down all the masters just from inside.

Mo Liu came to Dongfang Mianyang, put his shoulders on his shoulders and said with a smile: "This morning I was indeed at the Zhangjia tofu stand talking about life and ideals with Mr. Dongfang, don't you think so, brother Dongfang?"

The corner of Dongfang Mianyang's mouth twitched, not knowing how he got involved with life and ideals, but he still confirmed for him, "That's right."

Quan Ying, who was on the side, was about to refute, but was suppressed by his senior brother's eyes. Seeing his senior brother's gaze glanced at Lian Yun and Ling Juezi, Quan Ying had no choice but to swallow his breath.

In the end, it was nothing like this, but more and more people's balance in their hearts was leaning towards the side of the curse.

Everyone went down the mountain with grim faces. On the way, Chen Jue took this opportunity to mention the matter of going up to Juechi Mountain again. Some people directly refused, and some struggled. They obviously didn't want to give up on the idea of ​​getting the merit pagoda. Seeing the opportunity, he promised to think about it again and give an answer in the evening.

But He Shan and Dongfang Mianyang's group stayed behind.

He said, "Anyway, I will have a friendship with the master, and I have to build a grave for him before leaving."

Dongfang Mianyang nodded, only to realize that none of the so-called upright people thought of digging a hole for the poor monk so that he could be buried in peace.As for Liu Ruchu's corpse last time, probably only a few years ago would have thought of burying him.

While people were digging the hole, Dongfang Mianyang squatted in front of Zen and looked at it carefully. Like the previous two people, there were blood holes all over his body, bleeding to death.

The boat stands far away, not daring to look at it.

"Feifei!" Dongfang Mianyang called into the forest, and the divine beast that was still jumping up and down came running over.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Dongfang Mianyang clapped his hands and stood up, pointing to Liao Zen on the ground, "Take some of his blood."

Philip immediately grimaced, and looked at his master with disapproval, but when his eyes touched the talisman held between the master's fingers, he stretched out his little tongue, and quickly spit blood on the ground.

Satisfied, Dongfang Mianyang took the beast into his arms, and gently stroked its fur.

The divine beast felt like throwing up!

The author has something to say: = dish = scum The author feels that he is about to fail the course, and he is so sad that he wants to cry.