Seeing that she didn't seem to want to hear what she wanted to hear, Changle said with a laugh, "Just just came down from Qingcheng Mountain, I beat many Taoist priests, and I couldn't argue if I met a monk without a fight."

After he finished speaking, Ren Yingying couldn't help laughing.

"It's getting late, I'll leave." Changle waved his hand and turned around and left.

Ren Yingying couldn't see his back before she walked into the house.

The next morning, Changle took Lin Pingzhi on the road, and Lin Pingzhi always looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

"This is for you." Changle took out the secret book of the Heart-Destroying Palm from his arms and threw it to Lin Pingzhi.

After seeing what it was, Lin Pingzhi hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Changle, I can't ask for this."

"Why can't you? This was originally for you, but if it really doesn't work, just burn it to your parents." Changle said to him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Changle, I don't know how to report you like this." Lin Pingzhi said with his head down and his eyes slightly red.

Although his master, wife, senior brother, and senior sister treat him well in Huashan, other senior brothers have an average relationship with him, especially Senior Brother Lu, who always laughs at his accent.

So he always holds his breath in his heart. He remembers others' bad treatment, and others' good treatment, and he remembers even more.

"You are my junior brother. If you hadn't been under too much pressure on yourself, I was afraid that you would break your string, and I would have waited for your swordsmanship to accompany you to Qingcheng Sect.

But your heart is almost covered by hatred. People cannot live for the rest of their lives just to avenge. I have heard a story about a young man. He is from a wealthy family, but he is chivalrous and in trouble. He is unwilling to steal other people's fruits on the way to escape, but is humiliated by a peasant woman but does not want to bully ordinary people. He endures and does not take action.

If the chivalrous spirit in the boy's heart is covered by hatred, I will feel very sorry for my senior brother."

As he said that, Changle looked at Lin Pingzhi, and saw that his tears and snot flowed together. He was a little far away from him, who was obsessed with cleanliness.

"The Heart-Destroying Palm is not bad, you can practice it well. But internal strength and mental methods are the top priority." Changle looked at him and reminded.

"Senior Brother Changle, do you don't like my grandfather's family?" Lin Pingzhi chatted in a good mood.

"Well, they are a bit too...powerful." Changle couldn't help but say in the end.

"I also feel that my grandfather and uncle don't seem to be like my childhood memories." Lin Pingzhi smiled self-deprecatingly, "This should be the price of growing up."

The rest of the time the two of them started to travel the whole way.

It was not until Fujian that Lin Pingzhi became active.

"Senior Brother Changle, I want to meet the peasant woman later. Although she scolded me at that time, she finally gave me some food." Lin Pingzhi pointed to the village not far ahead and said.

"Okay, I'm going to get some dry food there." Changle nodded.

After they walked into the village, both of them frowned. The village was filled with a heavy smell of blood and a dead silence.

"I'm afraid something happened." Changle said to Lin Pingzhi.

The two of them walked into the home of a farmer casually and saw three or four bodies on the ground, and the house was overturned in chaos.

I went to several more families, all of which were like this.

"Senior brother, there is the peasant woman's family in front of me. Who did this?" Lin Pingzhi said angrily. "Is it the Demon Cult doing it?"

"Now, I always like to push everything to the Demon Cult. It seems that their money has been taken away, and they have not even let go of poultry and livestock. It should be the work of the nearby bandits." Changle sighed and said.

"Buried them all." Changle sighed and said.

"Yes, OK." Lin Pingzhi nodded.

The two dug a hole and buried the villagers. Lin Pingzhi was so tired that he seemed very relaxed, but Changle seemed very relaxed.

But he looked down at the dirt on his hands and was about to wash his hands.

"Come out!" Changle walked to the well and suddenly said. "We are not bad people."

After saying that, a weak young man crawled out of a well-hidden cellar.

"Hero, please help me avenge one hundred and twenty-eight people in Liujia Village. The dog thieves on Heifeng Mountain were completely conscientious and they killed all the people in the village." He fainted after saying that.

"Do you know where Heifeng Mountain is?" Changle looked at Lin Pingzhi and asked.

"I heard someone say it was seven or eight miles away from here." Lin Pingzhi said to Changle. He told Changle in detail.

Changle turned over the horse, threw down a word to take care of him, and then rode the horse away.

I originally wanted to go to the heroic spirit with Changle, but when he saw this weak man, he stayed to take care of this man who was in the same tragedy as him.

A small bandit's nest, Changle calmed down very casually. After Lin Pingzhi fed the man some water, he finally woke up.

"Do you feel better?" Lin Pingzhi didn't know how to take care of others.

"Can the hero go to take revenge with me?" the man cried.

"Don't worry, my senior brother has gone, and that bandit village will definitely be able to be subdued by him." Lin Pingzhi comforted with a smile.

But the man was anxious to struggle. Lin Pingzhi hurriedly held him down and asked, "What are you going to do!"

"I have to go to take revenge, I am a seven-foot man, and I have to participate in revenge. If I rely on others for revenge, what will I do to see them dead!" The man struggled for a few times but did not get up.

"No need, there are no living people in that mountain village." Changle walked in from outside the door, his hair was wet.

He came back after he settled the village and took a shower.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi's distracted appearance, Changle didn't know how to persuade him, and he also heard the man's last words.

The next day, the man went to report to the official position. Changle and Lin Pingzhi, who was full of worries, continued to set off.

When I passed by the fruit forest there, I found that I had been burned down, and Lin Pingzhi's face became even more disappointed.

After a few days, he became normal and became laughing, but this made Changle even more worried.

"Senior Brother Changle, my father told me before his death that there was something in the Buddhist temple in the old house in Xiangyang Lane, but I couldn't see it. If I saw it, I would be punished by God. Why did my father say that?" Lin Pingzhi looked at Changle and asked.

He seemed to regard Changle as the person he trusted the most, otherwise he would not have said that.

"That thing should be the Evil-Breaking Sword Score." This way of knowing the answer to the mystery is quite meaningful.

"Have you ever wondered why your great-grandfather Lin Yuantu made a famous name with the Seventy-Two-Road Evil Sword Score, but the Sword Score of Evil Sword is an ordinary sword technique in the hands of others."
Chapter completed!