Everything starts from Tian Long Ba Bu

Chapter 250 Tianlong Ancient Temple

Its daybreak.

When Fu Hongxue walked out of the narrow alley, the seventeen-year-old woman put the string of jasmine flowers in her mane again, stood at the door, and secretly looked at Fu Hongxue.

There was a little fear in her eyes, but also a little curiosity, and even a hint of reluctance.

No one has ever given her dozens of taels of silver for no reason!

No one has ever treated her so well!

Although Fu Hongxue didn't want to see her again, he still couldn't help but look back at her.

Seeing him walking to the alley, she suddenly said loudly: "If you hit me, it shows that you care about me. I know you will definitely come to me again in the future.

Her voice became louder: "I will definitely wait for you."

"I will definitely wait for you."

The same sentence, the same six words, come from different people's mouths, and have completely different meanings.

The monk frowned and clasped his hands together without even looking at him.

At this moment, hearing the voice of the woman behind him, Fu Hongxue's steps suddenly slowed down.

From where he stood now, he could see huge trees all around, almost all the same.

Hesitating to see you. Footsteps could be heard on the fallen leaves. A monk with beautiful features and as elegant as a crane came walking towards the fallen leaves. His elegant moon-white monk's robes were spotless.

But Fu Hongxue discovered something from his body. His bones were broken everywhere and his internal organs were ruptured.

"Bone Transforming Palm!"

It was an unusual color, even paler than his face.

he died!

To put it in Buddhist terms, he passed away.

"Master, do you know where to go from Tianlong Ancient Temple?"

But once he started walking out, he would never stop.

So every night without stars or moon, their lonely ghosts would appear nearby.

He suddenly seemed to understand her helplessness.

Although he is not old, he does seem to be a monk with advanced cultivation.

But Fu Hongxue still refused to give up the opportunity to ask for directions. There was no time for him to go the wrong way now.

The monk's smile turned bitter.

The path that originally led directly to the temple gate has long been covered by fallen leaves and weeds. Even people who have been here many times will find it difficult to identify the path when walking into the dark woods.

Fu Hongxue clenched her hands and suddenly began to walk out. He walked very slowly, and his walking posture still looked so painful and ugly.

She is human too.

This is because this kind of palm power is not only sinister and terrifying, but also very difficult to practice. After practicing it, if you hit someone with a palm, the person will be hit without even realizing it. However, after two hours, the palm power will take effect, and the bones in the whole body will become extremely... It's as soft as cotton. Even gods can't save it. It's much more powerful than the "big mudra" of XZ Secret Temple.

It is said that this martial art first appeared in Jiangnan eighteen years ago. Some people from the Twelve Feipeng Gang who dominated Jiangnan died due to this martial art.

The most widely circulated legend is that this ancient temple, which looks strict on the outside, is actually a whorehouse behind the scenes. Beautiful women who offer incense and worship Buddha are often taken abducted into the secret rooms of the temple, and those who don't obey are beaten alive. die.

"You're late!"

No matter what kind of person she is, she would not be willing to suffer that kind of insult. Wouldn't it be that her whole life would always be like being in a crumbling house, with no way forward and no way back? She could only wait for the rubble and dust to come down and hit her.

Fu Hongxue's face was solemn, and he had obviously figured out the cause of the young monk's death.

The monk's steps suddenly stopped, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

The woman wearing jasmine flowers, the woman he despised, took him in for one night last night.

Tianlong Ancient Temple is the Great Tianlong Temple. It was originally a place with great popularity. No one knows why it suddenly fell into neglect. However, there are many legends about this.

However, when they were leaving, he couldn't help but think of her eyes as she fell to the ground, full of pain, sadness and despair.

The girl tried her best to take care of him, but the pain in his heart deepened, and he even had a desire to escape quickly.

It was only then that Fu Hongxue noticed that his face was a little pale.

Mianzhang is a martial art that seems simple, such as Wudang Mianzhang, but it is not simple if the word "bone" is added in front of it.

Fu Hongxue never came even once.

Fu Hongxue suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He walked forward slowly and came to the front of the monk, only to find that he had an inexplicable smile on his face, but his breathing had stopped long ago.

The sky became darker, but the monk's face became paler.

Ever since this rumor started, fewer and fewer people came here to offer incense.

"When you come from where you are, you must go where you are going."

Fu Hongxue asked: "Master, where are you going?"

……

"From today on, there will no longer be a Dai Tianlong Temple in the world!"

Although nothing happened between the two of them, Fu Hongxue still hated herself for being weak yesterday.

After he finished speaking, he actually took care of himself and walked forward again.

But his steps became slower and slower. After taking a dozen steps, his figure suddenly froze and stopped moving...

As the man suddenly disappeared mysteriously in the martial arts world, the martial arts gradually became known to fewer and fewer people.

But he is the adopted son of Hua Baifeng, the eldest princess of the Demon Cult, so he knows this very well.

That person is here!

And it was one step ahead of him!

Fu Hongxue's pace suddenly quickened.

At the same time, at this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the west.

Only the thousand-year-old copper bells of ancient temples can ring such clear and loud bells.

But if there is only one crazy monk in the ancient temple, who will ring the bell?

The bell stopped, but the aftertaste still lingered. Fu Hongxue has arrived at the gate of Tianlong Ancient Temple.

Although the dark gray ancient building is obsolete, you can still vaguely imagine the majesty and grandeur of the past.

A huge thousand-pound cauldron in the courtyard is covered with patina, and the stone steps are covered with moss. Although it looks a bit desolate, the majestic hall still stands like a mountain, and the pillars in the corridor are as strong as a tiger's waist.

The hall seemed extremely quiet, with no signs of outsiders visiting.

Suddenly, a "chi" sound came from the hall.

Fu Hongxue looked solemn and stared at the main hall. Soon, he saw a flash of sword light that was shocking and lightning-like.

Wherever the sword passed by, the courtyard pillar as thick as a tiger's waist was immediately cut off, and the sound of "chi, chi" could be heard endlessly, and the Yue-like standing hall suddenly began to shake.

He started to look up and immediately found that the huge beam on the temple had tilted downwards.

The flying sword light flashed around the main hall, and this ancient temple that had stood for thousands of years was about to collapse under that sword light!

What kind of knife is it?

It has such terrifying power?

Fu Hongxue held his knife tightly.

His sword could be regarded as a unique weapon in the world, but it is by no means so terrifyingly powerful!

Fu Hongxue suddenly remembered the sword flash that happened to the grove three days ago.

"Could it be King Miao's sword?"

Fu Hongxue seemed to have understood something, and his pace began to quicken.

The sound of "boom" shook, and a corner of the hall collapsed.

But Fu Hongxue's footsteps did not stop because of this. Mountains can collapse and the ground can crack, but some people will never stop.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice coming from the back hall: "King Miao Tian, ​​your sword is good, but your skills are only limited to this!" Someone in the back hall was also gasping: "Don't talk nonsense, we still don't know who will win." !”

"Oh, is it so?"

The familiar voice in the apse seemed to be laughing.

It's him!

Murong Fu!

Fu Hongxue had recognized him.

But why did he want to fight against King Miao?

Fu Hongxue couldn't help but have one more question in her mind.

His pace began to quicken and he walked quickly towards the back hall.

There was another earthquake, like the earth was shattering, and the center of the hall collapsed.

Rubbles and broken wood hit his back like arrows.

The aftermath of the fight between the two was so terrifying that even this thousand-year-old temple was about to collapse.

He didn't look back, he didn't even blink.

This requires not only the amazing power of calmness, but also the courage to be absolutely calm in every situation. Just because he can be calm and because he has courage, he can practice that miraculous sword technique.

……

The backyard is elegant and quiet, but there is still no human figure. In a green mulberry forest, someone is singing softly. The song is gentle and euphemistic, which makes people feel sad and ecstatic.

There are three Mingxuan in the forest, and the doors and windows are all open.

Walking into the woods, you can see a god-like giant. He is sitting steadily on a wooden bed. His hair is disheveled and tied with a gold belt. He is wearing a gold-plated waistcoat and a belt tied around his waist. Wearing a tiger-skin war skirt, a pair of leopard eyes are bright, and the bronze skin is also shining. He looks like a giant who created the world in ancient times, and also like the undefeated god of war in Persian mythology.

Four women in light clothes and tall clothes were surrounding him. One was holding a gold cup and sitting on his lap. One was combing his hair, one was taking off his boots, and the other was sitting far away. Singing in a low voice.

They came on the same cart as Ni Hui that day. Although they were no longer young, they had a unique charm of mature women.

But their expressions were very strange at the moment, and there seemed to be a kind of joy in getting revenge in their eyes.

But the eyes of the giant who looked like a god seemed to be filled with unknown fear.

Fu Hongxue instinctively noticed all this, but he always held the dark knife tightly in his hand.

Are giants also afraid?

That in itself is a strange thing.

Because there was a burner of incense burning in the corner of the room. There was a knife on the low table. The handle was one foot three inches long and the blade was seven feet nine inches long. The gorgeous turtle skin scabbard was covered with dazzling decorations. jewelry.

This sword is as good as the Heavenly King's Ghost Slaying Sword!

This person is King Miao!

How could such a person and such a knife be afraid!

After all, the sword is capable of destroying palaces and severing galloping horses in half. How can one be afraid of a person and a sword that can only be found in myths?

But the giant is indeed afraid at the moment. What is he afraid of? Could it be that he is afraid of someone?

But just now it became clear that the two were still fighting...

Another question arose in Fu Hongxue's mind.

The woman holding the golden cup kept pouring wine into the cup, pouring and drinking by herself.

The woman's singing under the window suddenly stopped and said loudly, "They don't dare to say, I dare to say..."

Her singing voice was clear and beautiful, but now her voice was hoarse with grief and anger: "Because he is not King Miao at all, and the so-called King Miao is not actually a man, but he desperately fantasizes that he is a man who can make four people at the same time. A man whose wife is satisfied is only three feet eight inches tall, but he desperately fantasizes that he is the god-like giant he is today. He does this kind of thing just because he is not a man at all."

The more a person lacks something, the more he will show off.

The woman holding the golden cup suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "Okay, good scolding, great scolding."

Fu Hongxue suddenly said: "Then who is he fighting with?"

The woman under the window suddenly smiled, looked at him carefully, and then said: "That is a young man in white who is more handsome than you. As soon as he showed up, he forced the lunatic to run away, and only then can we gain true freedom! "

Fu Hongxue turned around silently when he heard this and walked out silently.

He didn't want to see or hear anymore.

Just because he understands a truth, as long as there are those "shameless" men in this world, there will definitely be "shameless" women like them.

He suddenly thought of the girl wearing the Riley flower again. They were all the same, tortured and ravaged.

The only difference between the two is that some people are born with no choice, while some people...

If you talk too much about things like principles, they will appear empty and boring.

Fu Hongxue is not a person who likes to preach. He just wants to find King Miao and that person as soon as possible, and inquire about the real situation that day as soon as possible.

There are recently broken technical leaves on the ground, which were cut off by the blade of the sword of the Heavenly King's Demon-Slaying Sword.

He followed the tracks.

Now he understood why Yan Nanfei had to kill Gong Ziyu.

What they want to kill is not a certain person, but the sin and violence that this person represents.

……

Walk through the mulberry forest and out of the backyard.

However, Fu Hongxue found a figure in the ruins. He was actually a deformed Spider Confucian, with half a bamboo pole of different heights under his feet and waving a nine-foot-long knife in his hand.

The King of Heaven's Ghost Killing Sword.

Fu Hongxue recognized his sword at a glance, but he never thought that King Miao, who was famous in rumors in the world, would be so handsome.

No wonder he's so twisted.

Because twisted people have twisted wishes.

There was a red spot in his throat, and bright red blood was slowly flowing out of it. He desperately tried to block the wound with his hands.

However, all this is in vain...

"伱......"

As if he was aware of Fu Hongxue's approach, the dying dwarf suddenly smiled and said with the last of his strength: "You... can... be better than me..."

Before he finished speaking, he was exhausted.

Although he didn't finish his words, Fu Hongxue understood what he meant.

Seeing his tragic death, he, who is also a master of swordsmanship, quickly understood the cause of his death.

The Heavenly King's Ghost-Slaying Sword is too long, one inch long. It's an inch strong, but the blade can only reach far. When the opponent comes in to attack, there is no way to save yourself.

Just seeing through this weakness doesn't mean that he can be defeated easily.

The collapse of the main hall not long ago has proven this.

Fu Hongxue walked around his body and continued to move forward. Now he wanted to figure out everything hidden behind it more and more.

How many conspiracies and unknown secrets are there!

……

Soon, Fu Hongxue's figure stopped outside a bamboo forest.

Just because there were two more people in front.

And he was familiar with both of them.

PS: The Mingyue Volume will be finished soon.

(End of this chapter)