There are tears in the beads [derived from the history of martial arts]

He ordered the man to lead people to put out the fire immediately, and he was about to go to the Lord, but someone stopped him.

"This is the flying crow of the divine fire, it can't be broken." The black-clothed monk stood behind Song Li at some point, his voice slightly low.

"Shenhuo Flying Crow?" Song Li felt as if he had heard it somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while.

The black-clothed monk explained: "During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Lu Ban, a craftsman, invented the wooden kite, which could fly for three days without falling. In the past, when Emperor Gao was fighting in the mountains and rivers, the military advisor Liu Ji studied it based on the wooden kite, and finally designed the flying kite. Crow. It is said that there is a □□ hidden in the belly of the crow. As long as the trigger spring is pulled, it can be lifted into the air and blow up the target head-on. Its power is astonishing, and there is no one on the right at that time. In order to prevent others from stealing this object and causing trouble, the emperor sent troops to destroy all the remaining sacred fire crows."

"Since it has been completely destroyed, why did the Divine Fire Flying Crow appear here?" Song Li looked at Master in surprise, unexpectedly he knew so much about the past affairs of the court.

Nian Xu, a black-clothed monk, recalled: "When Emperor Gao was in power, the crown prince passed away, so he appointed his eldest grandson as the grandson of the emperor to succeed him. However, in the fourth year of Jianwen, King Yan launched the Jingnan Change, and built Emperor Wen disappeared mysteriously. It is rumored that the two bodyguards protecting Emperor Jianwen were originally sent by Liu Ji to assist Prince Yiwen, and the three fled to the isolated Mohua Village. Liu Ji had made good friends with the people in Mohua Village before his death , perhaps the blueprint of the Shenhuo Flying Crow is the Mohua Village brought by his disciples at that time."

"What is the origin of this Mohua Village? Master refuses to say it clearly, but he has some taboos?" Song Li vaguely felt that Master seemed to know a lot, but he refused to speak out.

The black-clothed monk did not deny this, "As a teacher, I do have a lot of connections with this Mohua Village, and I can probably guess who the owner of these sacred fire flying crows is. I want to persuade you for the last time, Chai Benefactor thinks that he is doomed this time, what should you do?"

"The kindness my lord has given me is as great as a mountain. This disciple must not turn his back on him at this time. Please forgive me, master." Song Li knelt down in front of the black-clothed monk and bowed three times.

The black-clothed monk let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to support Song Li, "Forget it, I will go with you as a teacher. Although that person has some old rifts with the teacher, if he really does make a move, he is still a little inferior to the teacher."

Song Li was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly led the way for Master, "Dare to ask Master, who did this divine fire flying crow?"

The black-clothed monk sighed: "That person is called Xue Linglong, nicknamed Dragon Gu, and he studied under Xuanren's lineage, Mrs. Yinxie, and ranked second in the school. He is extremely vicious and cunning, and his methods are unpredictable. Those dismemberment cases were written by her."

Song Li was startled and said, "That Xue Linglong is so vicious, why didn't Master kill the harm for the people?"

The black-clothed monk shook his head and said, "Madam Yinxie is an old friend of my teacher, so don't hurt the harmony between the two factions."

Bai Feifei and Wang Yunmeng rode Shishi Cong through the south gate, half of the city wall had been blown down,

Lion Cong's footsteps were so fast that the city defenders only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them, and they had already gone far before they could even see their backs clearly.

Wang Yunmeng never expected that the happy city would be dilapidated and withered to this point, and the prosperity of the past has long since ceased to exist.What you can see along the way is a sea of ​​flames and waves, but there are very few people fighting the fire.

——Since Bai Feifei's death, Bailong has blocked the mouth of Happy City and cut off all nearby water sources, and there is not even a drop of rain within a radius of three hundred miles.At the same time, Linglong was secretly killing people and dismembering the corpses, causing panic and rumors in the city, and many people fled for their lives early.Now the fire was coming down from the sky, and there was no water available in the city, and it was burnt into a large area of ​​ruins in an instant.

Not long after arriving in front of the palace, Bai Feifei reined in his horse and looked at the two monks standing opposite.

The young monk was dressed in a Tibetan robe, and Bai Feifei and Wang Yunmeng recognized that it was Song Li, the former spirit envoy.

Another elderly monk in black with a white beard was tall and tall with a ring scar on his head, his eyes were clear and his expression was calm, as if he had seen through the illusory nature of the world.And this kind of "everything is perfect" gave him a strange and inexplicable extraordinary temperament, full of frightening superpowers.

Bai Feifei couldn't grasp the reality of the other party at all. This person's aura was restrained and he sealed himself off, not allowing prying eyes.However, for some reason, the other party gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and she faintly felt that this person should not be what he is now, but she had never seen anyone similar to him in the memory of her previous life or this life.

[If you want to know what will happen next, let’s break it down in the next chapter]

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Cannibalism

[Seven Thirteen] Fighting against each other

Bai Feifei sized up the black-clothed monk for a moment, got off his horse first, and clasped his fists at him and said, "Master Bai Feifei of the Ghost Palace, I have met the master, Song Qishi."

The monk in black looked at the horse, then glanced at the long sword in Bai Feifei's hand, and then turned his gaze to her.The other party was wearing a white gauze mask, so she couldn't see her face clearly. Judging from her figure and voice, she was a young woman, with mediocre martial arts but a strange aura.Moreover, the Lion Concubine and the Blood River Sword, this woman must not take it lightly.

Song Li waited for a while and saw that the master hadn't answered, so he couldn't help asking impatiently, "Feifei, are your injuries all healed?"

Bai Feifei avoided the other party's probing eyes, and said softly: "Bai is rescued by an old friend, so he is naturally fine, and I will worry about it."

Song Li was speechless for a while, standing here now, he was already against Feifei, so it was no wonder that Feifei and him were strangers after all.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and the black-clothed monk clasped his hands together and asked, "Amitabha, I'm sorry, girl, where did you get the Blood River Sword in your hand?" He had seen the other party wipe the Blood River Sword, but he had never used it once.

Bai Feifei raised his hand and put the sword in front of his body, "This sword is a gift from a close friend, Master recognizes it?"

The black-clothed monk nodded and said, "That's right, the Blood River Sword is a murderous blade for patricide. If the girl holds this sword, is she also going to kill her father?"

Bai Feifei froze when she heard the words, she naturally knew the origin of the Blood River Sword.The previous owner of this sword murdered his adoptive father for his own selfish desires. Sons killed their fathers, which is not as good as a beast!Hou Xuehe Sword was lost in Zhehong Mountain, and was picked up by Bailong by chance. He saw that the sword was red, bright and beautiful, and there was a faint buzzing sound on the sword body, so he transferred it to Baihong.

This monk actually knew about the past events hundreds of years ago, so he might have some background, and the visitor was not kind.

After he regained his composure, Bai Feifei said again: "The master is a master outside the Fangwai, since he has become a monk, why bother to stir up trouble in the world of mortals?"

Song Li explained: "Feifei, the lord is your biological father, and he has already been abolished in martial arts! I invited Master here to resolve the hatred here."

Bai Feifei shook his head and said: "I will not share the revenge of killing my mother. I have made a solemn oath that I will not avenge this revenge, and will never leave the Happy City alive. Song Qishi doesn't need to say more, and the master doesn't need to waste his efforts. If the two of you don't If you are willing to give way, please make a move."

The black-clothed monk said contemptuously: "What an arrogant girl, she is somewhat similar to that Xue Linglong, but your skills are too far behind her. Even if Xue Linglong herself is not the old monk's opponent, the girl should turn around early, Don't risk your life in vain."

"It seems that the master and my old friend have an old grudge, please." Bai Feifei clasped his hands together, and then firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the Blood River Sword immediately began to buzz.

The black-clothed monk sneered slightly, and with his right hand, he randomly snapped three beads from the rosary, divided into upper, middle and lower, and hit Bai Feifei with his internal strength.

Bai Feifei drew his sword, and both Wang Yunmeng and Song Li saw a flash of red light, and then froze for a moment.

The blood-colored sword, the sword body is blood red, and the sword energy is like flying blood.Bai Feifei stood with a sword in front of her, holding the hilt in her right hand and resting her left hand on the tip of the sword. The sword energy overflowed and disturbed her blue silk clothes, and the blood color of the sword also reflected her purple dress in a seductive and enchanting way.

With a soft sound, three bodhi seeds hit the sword body, and then bounced off and fell to the ground.Although he blocked the first move of the monk in black, Bai Feifei's hands and fingers were already slightly numb. This person's internal strength was unfathomable.

The black-clothed monk showed surprise on his face, apparently he didn't expect the other party to catch it, he only used two points of internal strength to test it, it seemed that an ordinary person of Bai Feifei's age would definitely not be able to catch it.After a little thought, she understood, it seemed that Xue Linglong really valued this person, not only borrowing the sword, but also sharing her own internal strength with her.

"Great master, thank you for your mercy." Bai Feifei gently moved his fingers to relieve the numbness.

"Girl doll has unique skills, you might as well take the old man's trick and try again." The black-clothed monk pushed forward with his left palm, but this time he used five percent of his internal strength.

Even with a distance of two steps, Bai Feifei could feel a huge force coming, and hurriedly resisted with all his internal strength, but he was still pushed back slightly by the opponent's strong force.

Wang Yun dreamed that the situation was not good, so he immediately moved behind Bai Feifei, put his palms on her back, and pressed his inner strength against her.She has 40 years of skill, and with the armor in Bai Feifei's body, she can barely hold on.

Bai Feifei knew very well that the opponent didn't use all his strength, and if he fought hard, he would definitely not be an opponent, so he turned his head slightly and gave Wang Yunmeng a look.Wang Yunmeng understood it, and the two changed their internal force at the same time, and changed it to a strong suction force.

This change made the black-clothed monk startled. This woman was able to steal her own skill with invisible force. This is the demon energy of the sky!

As soon as the other party's internal force entered his body, Bai Feifei also noticed something strange. Instead of being repelled, this internal force operated very smoothly, as if it had the same origin as the kung fu he practiced.

Bai Feifei and the monk in black