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Tianfeng Shishiro's feet were rubbed against the rough stone beams. He moved forward step by step, and the soles of his feet had been scratched, leaving blood on the stone beams. But he seemed to have no feeling. He had put them all on this knife, and he had no idea of ​​everything outside his body. His body moved, but the blade was still standing upright. There was no trembling even at all.

But at this moment, a sharp wind suddenly hit Korean waist and flank.

Although the knife in Tianfeng Shisilang's palm did not move, the scabbard pierced out.

Han Wen was all over his sword, but he didn't expect that he would strike first with a scabbard, and was shocked. He didn't know how to dodge backwards. At this moment, Tianfeng Shishilang shouted loudly, and the sword in his palm was slashed down quickly.

He calculated Han Wen's retreat, and Han Wen had no choice but to retreat. He could not avoid it. This sword was actually a "sword of must-kill". This sword seemed ordinary, but the essence of swordsmanship, the wisdom of facing enemies, and the limits of martial arts that the world could accommodate were all included in this sword.

Tianfeng Shisilang's eyes were red, and his clothes were swept up by the true power emitted by his body. This sword must be killed, and he no longer had to leave any more strength. How could this "slash against the wind" really be invincible to the world?

Wherever the sword wind passed, Han Wen's body had fallen... He had no choice but to retreat, and he jumped down from the stone beam. Although he avoided this sword that would be killed without mercy, he was inevitably buried in a hundred feet of burial!

But is it really that simple?

No! Although his body fell down, his toes were still hooked on the stone beam. As soon as the blade passed, his toes leveraged the force and immediately bounced up four feet, flipped over in the air, like a flying eagle and grabbing rabbit, rushing down towards Tianfeng Shishilang. He deliberately walked up to the stone beam. It seemed that although he was taking risks, he didn't know that he had already calculated the retreat under the stone beam. Before he could take action, he had calculated every possible situation;

This turned over and jumped into the air. It was not only the ultimate body technique in light skills, but also the wit of responding to the enemy. Although the two had only one move in battle, this move was the crystallization of martial arts and wisdom.

Tianfeng Shishilang hit with one sword, but there was no spare force. The speed of Korean response and high light skills were beyond his expectations. The situation in this stone beam was extremely dangerous. Tianfeng Shishilang originally wanted to win, but Huai knew that there were advantages and disadvantages, but when the situation changed, he was in a way that he was in a way.

Han Wen rushed down, and he had no choice but to retreat. He heard a "clang" sound, and the blade slashed on the stone beam, and the four sparks were stimulated. Han Wen took advantage of the momentum and swept it out and hit Tianfeng Shishiro's abdomen.

After being hit like this, Tianfeng Shishiro bent down in pain, but Han Wen had already grabbed his hair and smiled and said, "Where are you still wanting to go..."

The laughter just started to arise, and suddenly stopped again!

──What Han Wen was holding in his hand was just a pile of wigs and a sallow mask attached to the wig.

Tianfeng Shishiro's body rolled and fell down. Suddenly, another "clang" sound, and a silk thread flew out of his hand and nailed into the stone wall.

His body swung a few times with the silk threads and floated down, without any injuries. He was walking by the running spring and laughed loudly, "What a good Mr. Han! His skills are still above Chu Liuxiang! Look at Iga's "Empty Cicada Technique", is it amazing in the world?"

The laughter has not yet come, and people have gone far.

Han Wen could only watch Tianfeng Shisilang go away. He could not chase after him, nor could he stop him. He grabbed the wig and mask in his hand, and was very depressed.

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But when Chu Liuxiang on the other side ran down the mountain, he saw a large black-topped car parked in front of the hillside. This kind of black-topped car is the most common transportation in Jinan City. He cannot use light skills during the day. He is not Korean and has no scruples. Once someone recognizes him, Chu Liuxiang, and there will be a lot of trouble.

Chu Liuxiang went over and asked, "Is this car waiting for someone?"

The coachman had a round face, a kind face, and smiled and said, "I'm just waiting for you to come!"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Do you know there is a Wuyi Temple outside the city?"

The coachman smiled and said, "You always look for me, but you're looking for the right person. I'd also send my wife to burn incense the day before yesterday. You can get in the car all the time. The insurance is not wrong."

The carriage and horses started to move forward, Chu Liuxiang thought about it in the car, and thought about it over and over again. Although this matter was a little clue, the key was to see if he could find Qiu Lingsu. At this moment, he only knew that Ximen Qian, Zuo Youzheng, Lingjiuzi, and Jamuha were all going out for Qiu Lingsu.

But why did Qiu Lingsu look for them? Do you really ask for help from them? What difficulties will a woman like her have to ask for help from others?

The carriage was not slow. But the Wuyi Temple was really not close. Fortunately, Chu Liuxiang kept thinking, and she didn't feel very anxious.

Finally, the coachman finally stopped the lane: "Wuyi'an is in the woods in front. Get off the car!"

There is a peach forest in front of it, and there is a small temple next to the stream. It is almost dusk. There is a vague sing of Buddhist singing in the temple, and it is thought that the temple nun is doing evening classes.

Taolin Temple has a slim scenery. This Master Su Xin is indeed a Yanni. Otherwise, how could he become a close friend with a beauty like Qiu Lingsu?

The door of the temple was open, and Chu Liuxiang walked in. The lanterns were not yet burnt, and the sound of Buddhist singing continued. A girl in black clothes and white socks stood quietly in the shadow of the sycamore tree, as if mourning the sorrow in the world. When she arrived in such a place, Chu Liuxiang's steps did not feel lighter.

He tiptoed over and asked tentatively, "I wonder if Master Su Xin can be in the temple?"

The nun in black looked at him and clasped his eyes and said, "The nun is Su Xin. I don't know where the donor came from? Why did he come?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "The master has been away from the world for a long time. Do you remember that there was a close friend Qiu Lingsu in the past? "

Master Su Xin said: "Remember means not remembering, not remembering means remembering, why should the donor ask? Why should the Pope Ni say?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "If you say it, you don't say it. If you don't say it, you'll say it. If the master insists on not saying it, wouldn't it be attached to appearance?"

He can talk to Wuhua, so this clever move will naturally be able to fight.

Master Su Xin smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "The donor understands Zen."

Chu Liuxiang said: "I know a little bit."

Master Su Xin sighed: "Since the donor is a helping person, why don't you understand? Since the donor has come here, I must have heard from Sun Xuepu that Qiu Lingsu asked someone to paint for a farewell."

Chu Liuxiang said, "What's the future?"

Master Su Xin said: "Lingsu has long had the wisdom roots. After cutting off his love thread, he was even more determined to stay away from the world. Twenty years ago, he became a monk under the ordained of a poor nun."

Chu Liuxiang said in a lost voice: "Have you become a monk?...Now..."

Master Su Xin smiled and said, "With her wisdom and spiritual enlightenment, she will naturally not suffer in the world for a long time."

Chu Liuxiang said in horror: "She...is she dead?"

Master Su Xin put all his arms around and said, "Come on and on, without any worries... Amitabha, how good it is!"

This result was really beyond Chu Liuxiang's expectations. He never thought that Qiu Lingsu was not married, but became a monk, and he never thought that she was dead.

He was stunned there, as if he could not move.

Master Su Xin smiled and said, "Where is the donor coming from? Why not go where he goes?"

Chu Liuxiang turned around in a daze, walked out of the door, and murmured: "Since Qiu Lingsu is dead, who wrote those letters? Could it be that someone else pretended to be her name? Does Zuo Youzheng have nothing to do with her when he went out?"

Until now, there was no definite evidence to prove that the letters received by Zuo Youzheng and others were written by Qiu Lingsu.

What he can confirm now is that Zuo Youzheng, Ximen Qian, Lingjiuzi, Jamuha and others were all fascinated by Qiu Lingsu.

Chu Liuxiang murmured and said with a wry smile: "But this does not mean that they all died for her. Now, since Qiu Lingsu has long been dead, I have to start from scratch again."

At this time, he had already walked out of Taolin, took a few more steps, suddenly stopped and said in a lost voice: "No! There is something wrong with this."

He thought about every detail of this matter again and clapped his hands and said, "Master Su Xin has not left the house, how did I know that I have visited Sun Xuepu? How did he know that he told me that 'Lingsu asked someone to paint for a farewell to him'?" He turned around and entered the temple again. There was no one under the paulownia tree.

The Buddhist sings continued, Chu Liuxiang rushed in, and the nuns who were chanting scriptures in the classroom were all startled. Chu Liuxiang's eyes swept across their faces one by one. He couldn't find the nuns in black clothes and white socks just now, and shouted: "Where is Master Suxin?"

An elderly girl said in a panic: "There is no one in the small palace to be Su Xin."

Chu Liuxiang said: "Master Suxin is obviously the host of Wuyi Temple."

The old nun said, "The small temple is Taohua Temple. Wuyi Temple will go around the city from then on for several miles."

Isn't this Wuyi Temple?

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but be stunned again, and said quietly: "A master in black clothes and white socks who was standing under the tree just now is not from the Guinan?"

The old nie looked at him, as if she was looking at a madman. She said slowly: "Everyone in the small temple is here for evening classes. Where are there under the sycamore tree just now?"

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Chu Liuxiang ran west and sighed: "How come I am so confused? How could the big cart in the city wait outside the slums to pick up customers? How could there be people in the slums who can get on the slums? He was clearly waiting for me and waiting for me to be fooled. He did this to naturally make me think Qiu Lingsu is dead and tempting me astray."

It was dusk at this time, and it was the suburbs. Chu Liuxiang used his light skills, and not long after, he saw another temple built at the foot of the mountain.

The desolate temple is shining with a lonely lamp like a ghost, and the wind blows the fallen leaves in the courtyard rustling, as if there are ghosts walking alone on it.

When the evening breeze blew, Chu Liuxiang felt a cool breeze on her back. It seemed as if a ghost was blowing behind his neck. He kept shaking his body towards the lights.

A black-Yinnie sat next to the lonely lamp, dazed intently. Her monk's clothes were covered with holes, her complexion was sallow and her expression was demented, and she seemed to have been enchanted by ghosts.

Chu Liuxiang sighed inwardly: "Is this Wuyi Temple so declining to this point? If the 'coachman' really brought me here, I'm afraid I will find it hard to believe it."

He coughed dryly and said, "Is this Wuyi Temple?"

The nun glanced blankly and said, "Wuyi Temple, of course, it is Wuyi Temple. Who dares to say that this is not Wuyi Temple?"

Chu Liuxiang couldn't see that she was cheating and asked again: "I wonder if Master Su Xin is here?"

The nun thought about it, and suddenly the princess laughed and said, "Here, naturally, who dares to say she is not there."

This mysterious deserted temple, the mysterious mysterious nun, and the strange laughter made Chu Liuxiang shudder and said, "I wonder if the master can lead him to visit Master Suxin?"

The girl suddenly stood up and said, "Follow me."

She held the oil lamp in her hand, the ghost-like lights illuminated the faded divine curtain in the deserted temple, the statue of the Buddha peeling off gold lacquer, and the fallen leaves, weeds, dust accumulation, and spider webs.

She walked high and low, walking through the desolate courtyard. She could not see other people's shadows in the Wuyi Temple. If there were any, it would be a ghost that was peeping people in the dark.

There are no lights in the backyard, and the dusk twilight is dark. Under the bleak sycamore tree, there is a small meditation hall. The strong wind blows the broken windows and makes a series of terrifying sounds.

The nun suddenly turned around and smiled, saying, "You wait."

Chu Liuxiang looked at the dense spider webs on the door and couldn't help asking: "Master Su Xin is sitting in the gate?"

The nun cried smiled and said, "I am sitting in the gate, so I am sitting in the gate. Who dares to say that she is not sitting in the gate?"

She smiled foolishly and opened the spider web on the door and walked in.

Chu Liuxiang had to wait outside the door. The yard became darker. There seemed to be owls singing at night on the tree, like ghosts crying. He stood under the tree, feeling a little shivered.

After a while, the nun said in the meditation hall: "Master, someone has come to see you, do you want to see him?"
To be continued...