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Chapter 311 See you again Pang Ban, let’s go on a killing spree! (superior)

It turns out that the title of the top ten masters on the black list is not worth mentioning in the eyes of people like them from the eight sects of the white world, but the self-entertainment of people in the underworld.

And after the past twenty years, the eighteen seed masters who were painstakingly cultivated by various factions did not even take Pang Ban in their eyes, so how could they take Murong Fu to heart.

"My subordinates have neglected their duties and please be punished by the master!"

Seeing the figure who attacked Murong Fu fall to the ground and died, the Sword Slave who was guarding downstairs couldn't help but look ashamed, and immediately knelt down and said.

Murong Fu shook his head slightly and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you!"

At this moment, he was looking towards the end of the night, his eyes were extremely cold, and then he heard him say again: "You guys stay here, I'm going to go on a killing spree tonight!"

"Master Murong..."

Hearing this, Reluctant on the long street seemed to realize something and hurriedly opened his mouth to try to stop him.

However, under the moonlit night, Murong Fu's figure had already floated into the distance like a white cloud. In the blink of an eye, only a faint white shadow remained out of reach in his reluctant eyes.

But the 'sword' is not an end, but just a means, a means to solve the mystery of life, death and existence.

Outside a willow forest covered by stars, a woman stepped into the forest with elegant steps.

And Pang Ban is also groping on this road.

That is the pursuit of the "last move"!

……

If we put the two of them together, they would be a perfect Jing'an.

My home is in this mountain, and I don’t know where the clouds are.

This barefooted woman who looked like an elf was none other than Jin Bingyun, a disciple that Yan Jing'an had accepted in her early years. She and Qin Mengyao, the two sisters, were both moving and still.

Perhaps it was because he was about to meet Pang Ban, the "Magic Master" who had dominated the world for more than sixty years, that Qin Mengyao's untainted state of mind was slightly rippled for the first time.

Cihang Jingzhai under the starry night is even more celestial.

Only the way of sword is eternal.

If you don’t know life, you don’t know death!

A small boat slowly arrived from a distance.

She has been away from here for ten years, but she doesn't feel any strangeness at all about this 'home' she has been away from for so many years.

……

The philosopher is gone!

Qin Mengyao's mind was as clear as a mirror, without any thoughts, as she watched the magician who had held the title of the world's best master for sixty years gradually approaching.

"Ignorance" is the iron law of life.

Because in the life she devoted to kendo, there were not many things that could make her heart beat.

The night is deep and the moon is hazy.

Otherwise, how can we surpass all living beings and become an outstanding figure passed down through the ages?

The forest road has ended, and the most famous "Liu Xin Lake" next to the willow forest appears in front of you.

And this time she visited this willow forest under the stars late at night just to keep the appointment with the magician!

This woman is none other than Qin Mengyao, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai who first set foot on the earth in three hundred years.

To her, life and death are just different stations. The time between life and death is just a short journey. Everything will pass, and everything will eventually disappear without a trace.

Twenty years ago, he had already seen through the illusions of the world, otherwise he would not have retired for twenty years and secretly cultivated the magic of cultivating demons in the heart. He even gave up Yan Jing'an and the intoxicating love and hate. Who would Can you really understand what he is doing?
Or only Lang Fanyun can understand him.

As soon as Pang Banfu debuted, he fought all over the world. In the first battle, Master Juejie of the "Shaolin Sect", the top master of Baidao, was seriously injured and died.

Just like what I often see in dreams.

She desperately hopes to know the secret behind it, and she desperately hopes that the philosopher from back then can return to the world and tell her all this.

Home is in sight.

A man as majestic as a mountain sat on the stern of the boat as steady as a rock, rowing the boat rhythmically with both hands. The wooden oar made a soft sound when it hit the water.

The small lake under the stars is so peaceful and peaceful.

Only these two outstanding people in this world can make her heart beat.

At the same time, the Emperor of Guanzhong stepped down from the peak.

Cihang Jingzhai remains the same as before.

No one knows when that will happen? Will it happen? and what happens after it happens?

A woman who looked like an elf was walking on the winding mountain road leading to Emperor Ta Peak with her bare feet. She had just passed by the stone pillars on the left and right with a stone plaque engraved with "My home is in this mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are". Cihang. The spire of the tallest building in Jingzhai, the 'Tibetan Pagoda', popped up in the jungle at the end of the mountain.

Her speed gradually increased, Liu Lin retreating on both sides.

A hundred years ago, the great master of Mongolia, the Eighth Master, touched the ground with his finger in the meditation room of the Bukula Palace and left with a smile; the supreme master ordered the east to come, and he disappeared in the secret room of the Ten Jue Pass; the legend of the genius of the genius The eagle leaped into the air on a high cliff hanging hundreds of feet away.

The woman's black and shiny hair was tied up on her head, with only an ordinary wooden hairpin passing through it, but under the faint moonlight, it gave people the illusion of being extremely holy and noble.

She knows that every generation of top martial arts figures, no matter how far they go and how tortuous their life journey is, will inevitably return to this path of pursuing eternity.

Afterwards, under the alliance of the eight sects, they sent out masters many times to besiege Pang Ban. However, except for the Wuxiang monk from the Shaolin sect, there was no one left alive.

In order to prevent the eight sects from being wiped out by Pang Ban's wrath, Yan Jing'an, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, was forced to leave the mountain. In exchange for helping Pang Ban practice the Taoist Heart Demon Technique, Yan Jing'an took the initiative to retire from the world for twenty years. Year.

In order to help Pang Ban master the Tao Heart Demon Technique, Yan Jing'an almost traveled all over the world, and then she found Jin Bingyun, whose temperament and soul almost matched hers, as her disciple. Only then did Pang Ban use Jin Bingyun as a medium to work for Feng Xing in the future. The story of the evil seed planted by Lie.

But the closer Jin Bingyun got to her 'home', the more she felt an unfounded panic in her heart, as if something had happened to the master who was regarded as a treasure in her heart.
Jin Bingyun accelerated his steps, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the gate of Cihang Jingzhai.

The two lanterns hanging on the door directly in front were shining with trembling golden candlelight, as if welcoming her back.

Jin Bingyun raised her snow-white and slender hand and slowly pushed open the world-famous 'Seven Gates' of Cihang Jingzhai. She soon saw the large square where only the occasional birds lingered in her childhood memory, but now it was almost full of people. Meet the nun meditating in Cihang Jingzhai.

Each of them held a lantern, which shone brightly and brightly, making the inside and outside of the door red, making the scene strange and inexplicable.

Jin Bingyun seemed to realize something, the color suddenly disappeared from her beautiful and delicate face, her lips had turned white, and her body could not help but tremble slightly.

Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she had never thought of this possibility.

Seeing her falling down like a fairy, the nuns who had gathered in the square retreated on both sides, revealing a road made of human walls, leading straight to the gate of Cihang Hall, the main hall of Cihang Jingzhai.

The door was tightly closed.

Next to the door was a nun who seemed to be middle-aged and had a delicate face.

Jin Bingyun is no stranger to this female nun, because she is the 'Wantian Ni' whose status in Cihang Jingzhai is second only to Yan Jing'an.

Jin Bingyun started practicing Taoism in seclusion when she was twelve years old. Unexpectedly, she is still the same as when she entered seclusion today. Sixteen years have not left any trace on her face.

Now that he suddenly broke through the barrier, all this has gradually worsened the bad feeling in Jin Bingyun's heart.

"Xiao Bingyun, come in quickly, your master has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Looking at Jin Bingyun who finally returned in front of him, Wentini looked indifferent, and his eyes were neither happy nor sad, but his tone changed slightly.

A layer of mist rose up in Jin Bingyun's beautiful eyes, and he looked blankly at the closed door, and said softly: "Master..."

Then he reached out and pushed the door open. The door slowly opened a crack.

The warm light of the beating candle shone through.

Jin Bingyun stepped into the palace, and the familiar smell poured into her nose, reminding her of her childhood.

The broad rectangular hall stretches before your eyes. At the end of the hall is a two-foot-tall stone Buddha sitting cross-legged with lotus seals on his hands.

There is a stone bed in the center of the hall. A woman in white clothes is like snow, with a smile on her lips, lying silently on the stone bed, her head facing the stone Buddha.

"Master..."

Jin Bingyun could not help but tremble when she saw the master she had been waiting for for a long time, and her pretty eyes under her long eyelashes were already filled with tears.

After a long time, it took Jin Bingyun a while to regain control of himself. With a look of disbelief in his eyes, he walked step by step towards the figure lying on the stone bed.

"Master, you are actually dead, why don't you wait for Xiao Bingyun..."

Jin Bingyun had already burst into tears and stood quietly in front of the stone bed.

Yan Jing'an's eyes were closed leisurely, and her face was calm and beautiful as before.

But life has left her.

Jin Bingyun felt weak for a while, his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

Yan Jing'an is actually dead.

"Master, do you know that Xiao Bingyun has never blamed you..."

Looking at Yan Jing'an's beautiful face, Jin Bingyun's eyes were filled with sadness.

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By Liu Xin Lake.

Qin Mengyao and Pang Ban looked at each other quietly. A few breaths ago, Qin Mengyao had already asked the magician who was feared by everyone in the world about the whereabouts of his senior sister.

As the only two disciples of Yan Jing'an, Qin Mengyao is very aware of the greatness of her senior sister and the sacrifices she has made for the martial arts and all living beings in the world.

Because of her, she was able to postpone the catastrophe for twenty years, until now things have turned upside down.

After a long time, Pang Ban replied calmly: "My home is in this mountain, nowhere deep in the clouds."

Qin Mengyao frowned slightly and said, "Senior sister has returned to Cihang Jingzhai?"

Pang Ban's eyes were filled with inexplicable grief, but he replied calmly: "Ever since she came to the Magician's Palace, there's not a day that goes by that she doesn't want to go home!"

Qin Mengyao frowned slightly when he heard this, and was about to continue speaking, but Pang Ban suddenly looked into the distance. Qin Mengyao was a little slow and noticed something.

Pang Ban said calmly: "Brother Murong, tonight I meet you for the second time!"

"Brother Pang, don't disturb me. I came here tonight just for a group of rats hiding underground!"

Following a cold voice, a figure soon appeared on the lakeside under the moonlight. He had a beaded crown on his head and his clothes were white.

He didn't walk fast, but it was like a king walking into his palace, or like a flying fairy from the sky descending to the world.

Brother Murong?
Hearing this, Qin Mengyao frowned again.

Not long ago, the results of the battle at Yingfeng Gorge had reached her ears.

It's just that I didn't have the opportunity to meet the two of them.

"Are you Qin Mengyao, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai's generation?"

When the visitor appeared, his eyes fell on the beautiful woman standing quietly by the bank. Her clothes were flying, her hair was fluttering, and she seemed to be in a state of ecstasy.

Upon hearing this, Qin Mengyao bowed and said, "Meng Yao has met the young master!"

"You are indeed the most outstanding disciple of Cihang Jingzhai in the past three hundred years, with impeccable qualifications and appearance!"

Murong Fu quietly looked at Qin Mengyao in front of him, with a hint of sigh in his tone.

Qin Mengyao has a slender figure, straight waist, deft steps, and impeccable grace. What is particularly impressive is that she is dressed in coarse white clothes, but she has a healthy, clean and beautiful feeling that cannot be compared with fine clothes.

She carries a long sword on her back.

Like her, simple and elegant.

Murong Fu had never seen Yan Jing'an with his own eyes, nor had he seen the master and disciple Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan hundreds of years ago, but the sight of Qin Mengyao in front of him was indeed an eye-opener for him.

He travels all over the world and knows a lot of so-called beauties, but the Qin Mengyao in front of him is indeed outstanding. Even he, who is prejudiced against Cihang Jingzhai, has to praise her.

Because if it were ordinary people, they would definitely not be as indifferent as him and Pang Ban.

I just can't help but marvel that there is such a beautiful woman in the world.

The most attractive thing about Qin Mengyao is not the beautiful silhouette like an empty mountain and spiritual rain, but the tranquil temperament that is as pure and elegant as otherworldly fireworks.

"A group of rats, could it be..."

Pang Ban frowned slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"You rats from the Eight Factions Alliance, get out of here and die!"

Seeing that Pang Ban had guessed his purpose, Murong Fu smiled slightly and suddenly shouted with vigor.

His voice was so thunderous that it even made the lake ripple.

"Amitabha!"

A moment later, the Buddha's chant of Immortality rang out in the willow forest, delivered peacefully. Although it was not high-pitched, it had a deep power that made people feel willing to obey.

A figure has risen to the top of the willow forest.

Qin Mengyao focused his eyes and looked at the top of the willow forest, which was still more than ten feet away. A tall monk in gray clothes was undulating with the willow waves like a big leaf. Under a pair of long white eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be open and closed. In my heart, I couldn't help but secretly praise the white-browed monk for just one light skill, which could already make him a first-rate master. Unfortunately, his current opponent was another master who was almost as good as Pang Ban.

After the gray-clothed monk landed, he first smiled peacefully, and then slowly said: "The poor monk Bodhi Garden is here to pay homage to Mr. Pang." Then he said coldly: "You are so domineering, don't think you can compare with the magician." ?”

Then he glanced at Qin Mengyao, who was standing by the lake, and said in a cold tone: "Miss Mengyao, how are you doing, master?"

It should be noted that the eight sect alliances are Shaolin, Wudang, Changbai, Xining, Ruyun Taoist Temple, Gujianchi, Shuxiang Family and Bodhi Garden, with two sects of Buddhism and Taoism as the backbone, among which Shaolin and Bodhi Garden both belong to the Buddhist lineage. Of course, Shaolin has the highest reputation.

However, as soon as the Buddhist monk appeared, he made an extraordinary impact, which made people feel that the world may have underestimated the Bodhi Garden, which was ranked lowest among the eight sects.

Qin Mengyao could naturally hear Fake's dissatisfaction with her tone, and sighed again in her heart before opening her mouth to explain.

However, Murong Fu on the side snorted coldly at this time, his eyes were like lightning. The next moment, he flicked his sleeves and grabbed the air with his right hand. A strong air flow had already wrapped around Fu Ke's body.

Before Qin Mengyao and Fake could react, Fake's body unexpectedly flew into Murong Fu's palm.

"You little firefly, how dare you speak nonsense in front of me? It's so ridiculous!"

As the words rang out, Fu Ke felt a strange suction force suddenly come from the palm of the visitor's hand, which actually sucked away most of his energy in the blink of an eye.

He wanted to resist, but he only felt that his whole body was sore and numb. It turned out that at that moment, someone had used a mysterious method to tap the big points all over his body.

"Mr. Murong, please..."

Seeing this scene, Qin Mengyao couldn't help but change her color, and immediately spoke to persuade him.

However, just as she was speaking halfway, Fake's face suddenly turned pale, as if all the flesh and blood in his body had been drained out at once. His originally rosy complexion suddenly became dry and haggard, and he soon collapsed. Go down.

(End of this chapter)