(The red ticket is coming to the bowl soon)

The wise white lotus has five petals. Fang Jie, who had seen the strongest defensive power of the white lotus with his own eyes, immediately thought of the old monk's wisdom when he saw the ugly-faced man's body. What happened after he was captured that day is still vivid in his mind.

Zhuo Buyi, the boss lady, Heli Taoist...

With the combined attack of the six masters, the white lotus shattered, but the old monk's wisdom took the opportunity to escape. One of the keys was that Fang Jie did not understand. If the white lotus is the most powerful defense condensed by the power of wisdom cultivation, then why did wisdom disappear after the defense collapsed?

Where did he escape?

Fang Jie has not found the answer to this question yet. It is not just him, but Fang Jie knew that even Zhuo Buyi and the others had not found it. The people of the Great Sui Dynasty knew too little about the Buddha Sect and did not know their practice method at all. In the more than 100 years since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, the people who really fought with the Buddha Sect have almost died. The fierce battle between practitioners in Fan Gu twelve years ago was undoubtedly the most direct conflict between the two powerful imperial sects.

But nothing left behind in that battle, and there were only a handful of people who were still alive and were missing. In Chang'an City, there was only one Li Nan who participated in that battle, but he was still a deserter. Later, the boss's wife arrived in Chang'an, but her cultivation was not the strongest group at that time, and she was also a woman, so she was responsible for receiving rescue and ambushing. She did not have much direct struggle with people from the Buddha Sect, and she had a shallow understanding of the Buddha Sect.

Tonight, Fang Jie saw the lotus again in General Guide's mansion, the lotus that looked holy and pure.

The wise lotus has five petals, while the ugly-faced man has only three petals. This is the gap in cultivation, and anyone can see it.

But what is already certain is that there must be a close connection between this ugly man and wisdom. Fang Jie is more inclined to say that this guy may be the disciple of the old monk's wisdom. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of Chen Ya again. The man who was as beautiful as jade and elegant as a man. It seems that the man in front of him and Chen Ya are two extremes. One is extremely handsome and the other is extremely ugly.

But the relationship between this man and wisdom is closer to Dingbi Chenya and wisdom. Fang Jie personally sent Chenya to a dead end, but at the last moment Chenya did not use such a white lotus defense. He could not, and wisdom did not impart this kind of cultivation to him.

In a very short time, Fang Jie thought a lot and used this little time to recover his physical strength. The ugly-faced man's counterattack punch was extremely powerful and heavy. Fang Jie relied on his strong body to force him. Although he was not injured, his chest and abdomen were churning, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Shen Qingfan showed shocking strength.

Although the giant sword that had not yet been fully formed was too domineering and sharp, the outline of the sword was not clear or even a bit rough, the power of this sword was unquestionable. The maids with the lowest cultivation level in the yard could not resist, and could not even open their eyes. And the two old managers actually shed blood from their eyes. The moment the giant sword fell, more and more people were bleeding in their eyes.

Chen Qingfan closed his arms in front of him, and his hands clanged together with a loud bang.

Then, the giant sword fell from the sky.

The extremely domineering sword intent was like the Milky Way that fell into the mortal world, hitting the broken white lotus of the ugly man. After a loud bang, the entire yard was almost sinking. The white lotus collapsed and turned into a broken light like a broken butterfly flying all over the sky, gradually becoming dim.

It was at this moment that the answer was resolved.

He did not forget that the old monk's wisdom could disappear mysteriously after using the white lotus twice. So, at the moment when the white lotus collapsed, his body rushed out like a cannonball, gathering the muscle power on his right arm again, and punching him hard.

With a bang!

A stream of dust smoke was blown up by this punch, and Fang Jie punched a deep pit when the ugly man was in the previous position. It was as if a bomb exploded in the yard, and the punch actually exerted the might of heaven. The violent wind swung out to all sides, blowing the clothes on the person's body rustled.

The dust and smoke dissipated, Fang Jie, who was standing beside the pit, slowly retracted his right arm. Chen Qingfan and him stood on both sides of the pit, looking at the deep pit under the pit.

"No reason"

Fang Jie frowned at the empty pit.

"There is nothing unreasonable in the world."

Chen Qingfan tidied up the hair hanging down before his forehead, then reached out to put a piece of his hand, something under the deep pit was sucked up. She turned her palms and looked at it, and found that it was a very disgusting skin. Fang Jie took the half of the skin over and looked carefully, then was stunned.

"I couldn't tell him when he put it on his face, but after it fell down, I had some impression."

He murmured, and then remembered the hysterical roar of the ugly-faced man before.

He is dead!

Fang Jie thought at that time that the ugly man called him dead, referring to his enemy. Now, Fang Jie finally understood why his roar was so shrill. When he died, the person who died... should be the wisdom of the old monk. And Fang Jie's face in his hands was the wisdom of wisdom.

Because Zhihui is a thin old man, his skin will be tightened on the ugly man's face. The original wrinkles are straightened, so this face will look particularly weird. Thinking of this, Fang Jie sighed slowly and said, "I want to... know who he is."

He looked down at the half face, thinking of the Sui man who had only seen once on Banyue Mountain. He was a Sui man who had lost his soul and became a slave of wisdom. It was the Sui man who tricked Liu Shuang and the others up the mountain, and then Chen Ya started a massacre. Now many things have become clear, because after the old monk Zhihui escaped, there was only one person by him.

...

...

When Zhuo Buyi arrived, Fang Jie and Chen Qingfan were ready to leave. The distance between four streets made Zhuo Buyi take a little time, so he was a little annoyed. Looking at the half-skin handed over by Fang Jie, he pondered for a while and then expressed his opinion.

"It may not be the Sui man named Fang Juexiao."

He looked at the half of his face carefully and compared it with the wise face in his memory: "Although I don't have a deep understanding of the Buddha Sect, I have never heard of Buddhism that can make people become great practitioners within half a year. Although the inheritance of the Great Wheel Mingwang is very mysterious, those Buddhists were already very powerful before they accepted the inheritance. After years of hard training by the Buddha Sect, they can be regarded as masters even if they do not inherit the cultivation of the Great Wheel Mingwang."

"The small county constable named Fang Juexiao has no physical fitness for cultivation. His family is a small wealthy family in the local area. His father once hired a practitioner in order to make his son stand out, but the conclusion was that Fang Juexiao could not practice at all. His martial arts were not very good, and he might be quite used to deal with ordinary thieves. However, a well-trained soldier in a warrior might defeat him. How could such a person become a person with the strength of a ninth-grade cultivator within half a year?"

Fang Jie asked: "What do you mean?"

Zhuo Buyi shook his head and said, "I am more inclined to be a person from the Buddha Sect. His ability to use white lotus means that he is a wise disciple. And he commits murder with his wise face... Maybe it is to avenge his master more seriously?"

"Not working!"

Fang Jie denied: "The students in the first half of Yueshan have nothing to do with wisdom. If he wants to take revenge, why not go to you or find Taoist Heli?"

"Because he can't beat it."

Fang Jie said firmly: "Because he knows he is not your opponent. Since that's the case, why should he kill people in Chang'an City? Why should a person without absolutely powerful strength do this? He is not taking revenge, but trying to kill people to silence and hide something."

Zhuo Buyi's eyes lit up: "What you mean is that the constable named Fang Juexiao didn't know what method he used to gain wisdom cultivation, but he didn't want to go to the Buddha Sect, so he returned to Chang'an... and he didn't want to be recognized, and he didn't want to live a frightened life. He wanted to return to the Great Sui Dynasty and use the cultivation he had obtained to make his mark, so he had to kill everyone who had seen him at that time."

Fang Jie nodded: "That's about it."

"Then it's not difficult to catch this person."

It was not Zhuo Buyi who said this, but Luo Weiran, who appeared in the yard for some time. He walked to Zhuo Buyi, took the face and looked at it, and said, "If he is really the constable named Fang Juexiao, then his weakness will be exposed to us."

No one asked what this weakness was, because everyone knew it well.

Fang Juoxiao still has his parents in a fishing village in a small county in Jiangnan.

"Nothing is mine."

Fang Jie shrugged his shoulders, as if he was not used to this topic. He glanced at Chen Qing and slapped softly, "Let's go back."

Chen Qingfan nodded, and never looked at others from beginning to end. Luo Weiran did not stop them from leaving, but sent someone to take care of the scene. He looked at the couple who left side by side and suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Jie is such a happy guy."

Zhuo Buyi also smiled: "It may not be all happiness to have such a powerful woman by her side. At least... Fang Jie can't beat her."

Luo Weiran said: "It's worth being happy no matter what. It's not just that the murderer finally showed his face, but more importantly... there is another master who has advanced to the ninth rank in the Great Sui Dynasty. Have you seen her sword intent?"

"No"

Zhuo Buyi shook her head: "But I can feel that her sword seems to be even more terrifying than Li Nan. The old man of Li Nan has advanced to the ninth rank, and his sword intent is more vicissitudes and less sharp. And she is so young, and the sword intent has not yet taken shape... In a few years, who knows how scary she will be?"

Luo Weiran nodded, thinking.

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East 18th Street

In the broken courtyard, a figure fell from the air fiercely. He could not stabilize his body, and after landing, he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He held the wall and did not fall down, his eyes were filled with hatred. He hated, hated that his cultivation was not strong enough. He hated that his opponent was far more glorious than himself. He hated why life was so hard.

Holding the wall and walking into the broken room, he slowly slid down.

He raised his hand and pulled off the remaining half of his skin on his face, and the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"It's all your fault!"

He roared softly, completely ignoring the blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

"I was ordinary, why did you change my life? Why didn't you kill me... Why? If I died, I wouldn't be looked down upon like a lonely ghost and could not be looked down upon. You can't go back... Haha... I can't go back either!"

"We can't go back..."

He leaned against the wall and covered his face and cried bitterly, but did not dare to make too loud noises. Tears and blood flowed out along the gaps of his fingers and fell to the ground tickingly.

"I want to be the best!"

He raised his head suddenly and looked out the window. His mind was full of the man named Fang Jie, who looked successful and powerful. He was a rare genius in the Sui Dynasty in a century. He had a beautiful future. And he... lived like a stray dog.

"I want to surpass all of you!"

He clenched his fists with fierce eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt alert and stood up suddenly.

There was a man standing in the dilapidated yard, wearing a brocade dress, and holding a folding fan in his hand on such a cold night. He couldn't see his appearance clearly in the night, but he could feel that he had no malice.

"I've been following you."

The people in the yard said gently and kindly: "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you."

"Who are you!"

He asked.
Chapter completed!