[Comprehensive] Host, welcome

Zhou Botong looked at the blazing fire on the ground, then at the Nine Yin Scriptures in his hand, raised his head and said with great reluctance: "Brother, do you really want to burn the Nine Yin Scriptures?"

Wang Chongyang stared at the Nine Yin Manual in his hand for a long time, then sighed, "Botong, give the Nine Yin Manual to Master Yideng."

Zhou Botong Nunu hesitated again and again, and finally handed the Nine Yin Manual to Master Yideng under Wang Chongyang's sharp eyes. After Master Yideng took it, he refused to let go, and asked without giving up: "Senior brother, were you not It is said that this is the painstaking effort of the seniors, is it a pity to ruin it? I will definitely protect it and prevent it from falling into the hands of the bad guys."

Wang Chongyang shook his head, and said in an emphatic tone: "Botong, let go."

Zhou Botong saw that he had made up his mind and knew that it would be difficult to change, so he let go of his hand and took two steps back, looking at the Nine Yin Manual with distress.

Wang Chongyang said: "Master Yideng, please."

Master Yideng nodded, said "Amitabha", and without hesitation threw the first and second volumes of the Nine Yin Manual into the fire.

The flames sprang up in an instant, and as the fire spread, the Nine Yin Manual gradually turned into black fragments and disappeared from this world.

With the burning of the last piece of paper from the Nine Yin Manual, Wang Chongyang seemed to be relieved, and more than half of the worry in his eyes disappeared. He waved to Zhou Botong, "Botong, come here."

Zhou Botong hastily stepped forward and knelt beside his bed.

"Botong, you are talented and smart in martial arts, but unfortunately you lack the desire to help the world and save people. You have to remember that you don't have to be proficient in martial arts, but you must have a broad mind. I only hope you can understand it in the future."

Zhou Botong nodded sharply, "Brother, I will understand it well, don't worry."

Seeing him like this, Wang Chongyang smiled easily, "I have already arranged the things in the teaching, but your nephews sometimes need you to give more advice, especially Qiu Chuji, who is very competitive and loves to be the best in everything. .”

"Don't worry, brother, if they do something wrong, I will definitely teach them a lesson."

"In the end, it's you and Liu Ying. I saved the child voluntarily, so you don't need to blame anyone. Since you have a child, you can live a good life."

Zhou Botong hummed twice reluctantly.

"Master Yideng." Wang Chongyang looked at him expectantly.

Master Yideng took a step forward, and said with a tacit understanding: "Brother Chongyang, don't worry, the poor monk will definitely not let Ouyang Feng harass the Quanzhen Sect."

Five days later, Wang Chongyang died.The Quanzhen sect was completely blank, the seven disciples of Quanzhen, Zhou Botong and Master Yideng guarded the mourning hall to see him off for the last time.

Not long after, a little Taoist priest ran in in a panic, shouting: "The Western Poison Ouyang Feng has already entered."

Master Yideng walked to the door a few steps, turned around and said to Zhou Botong and the Seven Masters of the Quanzhen: "You guys just guard here."

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen stood up and bowed at the same time: "Thank you, Master."

He nodded, and flew to the courtyard with his lightness kung fu.At this time, many Quanzhen sect disciples were already lying in the courtyard, only two or three of them were entangled with Ouyang Feng.

Master Yideng frowned secretly, and used the "Shangyang Sword" move in the "Six Meridians Excalibur", pointed his index finger at Ouyang Feng, only heard a "chi", the clothes on Ouyang Feng's right shoulder were covered by the invisible sword. scratched.

Ouyang Feng took a few steps back, covered his numb shoulders, and stared at him angrily, "It's you!?"

"Brother Ouyang, brother Chongyang has passed away, why bother here?"

"Hmph! I came here because I knew he was dead." Ouyang Feng said, "The Nine Yin Manual was finally owned by Wang Chongyang when he was discussing swords in Mount Huashan. What's wrong with me coming to get it?"

Master Yideng shook his head and said, "Brother Ouyang, I'm afraid the trip was in vain, the Nine Yin Scriptures have already been burned."

"How is it possible!?" Ouyang Feng was shocked.

"Just a few days ago, the poor monk personally burned it in front of Brother Chongyang. In this world, there is no longer the Nine Yin Manual."

Ouyang Feng obviously didn't believe it, he snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Back then we fought to the death for the Nine Yin Manual, and you were one of them. Now you say to burn it, do you think I will believe it?"

"Monks don't tell lies." Master Yideng sighed, "What's more, brother Chongyang didn't practice after he got the Nine Yin Manual. The real purpose is to prevent us from killing each other. Burning it now is just once and for all."

"I think you are just raccoons of the same species." Ouyang Feng said harshly, "Today I will definitely review the Quanzhen Sect from top to bottom."

Master Yideng did not back down at all, "I will never let you disturb the rest of Brother Chongyang."

Ouyang Feng didn't say any more, he slapped him quickly with a palm.

Master Yideng immediately mobilized his inner strength and connected his palms. Ouyang Feng's overwhelming palm force seemed to hit an invisible wall, and was bounced off by the wall. His body flew ten meters away, and he stabilized himself against the steps behind him. When he got down, it was a pity that the meridians in all parts of his body were shaken by internal force, and with a bang, he knelt down on one knee.

Master Yideng hurried up to him, "Brother Ouyang, the poor monk is rude."

Ouyang Feng was greatly shocked.It has only been a few years since I went to Huashan to discuss swords, but Duan Zhixing's internal strength seems to have increased dozens of times, how can it not be shocking?If he had had this skill when he was discussing swords in Mount Hua, it would be impossible for Wang Chongyang to be number one in the world.Was he hiding his clumsiness at that time, or was there another chance?

"Brother Ouyang?" The compassionate Master Yideng looked at him worriedly.

"Why is your internal strength so much stronger than when Huashan Lunjian?" Ouyang Feng asked puzzled.

Because I came from rebirth, I have spent decades more in practicing martial arts than you.It's a pity that Master Yideng couldn't tell the truth, so he had to say half truth and half lie: "Don't be disturbed by other things, just focus on cultivation, even without the Nine Yin Manual, you can achieve great martial arts."

Apart from not saying the time, what he said was not false.In his previous life, he felt guilty because of Liu Ying, Ouyang Feng was thinking about snatching the Nine Yin Scriptures all day long, Huang Yaoshi was worried about his wife, daughter and apprentice, Hong Qigong had a huge gang of beggars behind him , Guo Jing has national affairs in mind, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv have a deep affection, but in the end it is Zhou Botong who only focuses on practicing martial arts and wins the big victory.

Although Ouyang Feng was dubious, but the situation was at a disadvantage right now, so he could only bow his head and say, "Okay, I believe you this time."

"Amitabha." Master Yideng comforted him.

When Wang Chongyang was buried, the Quanzhen Sect was over, and Master Yideng did not stay any longer.After going down to Zhongnan Mountain, I was not in a hurry to go back to Dali, and wandered around to experience the sufferings of the world.

On this day, when I walked to the edge of a village, I saw several officers and soldiers escorting a woman walking slowly.