"Can!"

In the Imperial Palace of the Tang Dynasty, a woman wearing a dragon robe was lazily lying on a dragon chair. She threw away a palm-sized piece of rice paper, turned her back to the palace maid in blue who was kneeling on the ground, and replied with a single word.

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"Can!"

In the Hidden Sword Villa, in front of a waterfall flowing down, next to a clear spring filled with swords, on a boulder the size of a millstone, a young man wearing a silver satin robe, sitting with his eyes closed, put his right index and middle fingers together.

, pointing upward, an invisible sword energy suddenly came out, smashed a white note in the air, and coldly spat out a word to a servant in blue who was lying on the ground behind him.

"Can!"

In the northern border fortress, in the endless yellow sand, a middle-aged man wearing a battle robe and a black iron ghost mask walked out of an dilapidated stone house, stretched out his right hand, and grasped a man in blue with his five fingers.

The messenger's neck replied with a cold word.

"No!" Inside the White Horse Pass, under a red pagoda beside the Lotus Lake of Zhuguo Temple, Nanli stared at the blazing fire in the pagoda. He fiddled with the rosary with his left hand and put his right hand on his chest. He spoke in a gentle tone to a man in blue behind him.

The young monk said, "The Nine-Life Cat God has been inherited. His position should be reserved for the young man who can also use Hanyue's Nine Styles. And Mo Chunfeng... his deadline is approaching and it is not appropriate to be on the list! Even if he is on the list, he should be on the list.

Number one on the Tianzi killer list, after all, it was the ruthless arrow that killed him..."

The young monk in blue frowned and said, "Although Wu Qing is dead, the old blind man is still alive. The old blind man only faked his death to make room for his apprentice. The young monk thought that the number one on the Tianzi killer list should still be the old blind man, Mo Chunfeng.

It’s not suitable to sit on.”

"Then there's no need to change the list. This is my personal opinion. It's up to you to decide what to do. After all, I'm just a monk. Even if I join the world to refine my mind, I don't want to get involved in too many world affairs..." Nanlan smiled calmly.

, glanced at the purple bamboo forest on the right side of Lotus Lake, waved his hand and said, "Go, everything you say and do should come from your heart, don't care too much about other people's opinions. The spring breeze donor is coming, it's time for you to go."

The young monk in blue looked at him awkwardly before hesitating, sighed helplessly, turned around and left quickly.

Just after the young monk in blue left the Red Pagoda of Lotus Lake, a breeze came from the purple bamboo forest, blew past the Red Pagoda, shook the fireworks in the tower, and gently made three water patterns on the Lotus Lake, and then suddenly stopped at

On top of a lotus leaf.

"Amitabha..." Nanli recited a Buddhist name, turned to look at Mo Chunfeng, who was floating on the lotus leaf, and said with a warm smile, "Spring Breeze Donor, you are here after all."

"It seems that I came a little early..." Mo Chunfeng glanced meaningfully at the back of the young monk in blue in the distance, and said lukewarmly, "Master, if it's inconvenient, I can come back later."

"Buddhism is a door of convenience that is open to the world. How can it be said to be inconvenient?" Nanru pointed to a glimmer of light on the horizon and smiled slightly, "Look, it's dawn, it's the time we agreed on.

Not too early, not too late, everything is just right.”

Mo Chunfeng hugged his arms and looked sideways at Nannan and said, "Since the time is right, let's get straight to the point. Your Buddhist shooting machine is very annoying, so don't make all those twists and turns with me... Just like you obviously

I said I was in the Purple Bamboo Forest for a while, but now I am under this red pagoda. How can you, a monk, tell lies?"

"Amitabha!" Nanla pointed at the Purple Bamboo Forest on the right side of Lotus Lake and said with a smile, "I'm not lying. The Purple Bamboo Forest is right there. It doesn't have to be in the Purple Bamboo Forest to be called Purple Bamboo Forest. For a while, left or right

, before or after, it is by our side, it can be called a meeting in the purple bamboo forest. Donors should not be trapped by appearances."

"That's so long-winded..." Mo Chunfeng curled his lips impatiently and said, "To be more direct, you said you have a magical way to untie my knot, but is it true?"

"Monks don't lie."

"How do you know I have a knot?"

"Because your name is Mo Chunfeng, the wind of the Fengshen."

Mo Chunfeng's face suddenly turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Have you investigated me?"

"There is no need to investigate," Nanru pointed at the white hair on Mo Chunfeng's head and said leisurely, "The silver thread on your head is a symbol of status, just like the half-black and half-white troubles of the donor Shen, they are the root of all the troubles in the world.

Unparalleled."

"Shen Xiaojia is indeed unique, but there are many people with white hair, such as the elderly..."

"But your silver hair is different from ordinary white hair. It's something you were born with."

"Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism, was also born with white hair."

"I can live to be a hundred years old, but you only have two years left."

"So...you still investigated me!"

"I just flipped through a few books and thought about it for a while, and then I came to the conclusion without spending much time asking around." Nan Lao looked at a certain direction to the west and said calmly, "According to rumors, the God of Wind in the West ten years ago

There was a wind warrior in the clan who left his ancestral land privately and came to Daqing to find a way to break the curse of generations. It happened that ten years ago, a young man with silver hair appeared in Yue City, and his light skills were unrivaled in the world..."

Mo Chunfeng took a deep look and said, "That's it?"

"In the past ten years, except for the change in your height, your face has not changed at all."

"Shen Xiaojia said...this is called baby face."

"It's a very special statement, but in fact you were this tall ten years ago, but you just used the secret bone-shrinking method to dress up as a child... Probably to get close to the donor Shen Xiaojia, right? At this point, the poor monk's heart

There is a doubt that I have never been able to figure out. Since Donor Mo, you came here to kill Donor Shen Xiaojia, why have you still failed to succeed after ten years?"

"I'm not the only one who failed. What's so surprising."

"It's understandable that others can't defeat the Nine-Life Cat God, but even if you can't defeat it, you should still be able to kill Donor Shen Xiaojia, right? The Nine-Life Cat God is not always with Donor Shen Xiaojia. You have many opportunities, and now

The Nine-Life Cat God is dead, but Donor Shen Xiaojia is still alive and well."

"If you hadn't taken action last night, he might have died."

Nan Ni shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Even if the poor monk didn't take action, he wouldn't have died in front of the Hongchen Inn... Your hand has already been placed on the suona around your waist."

"Does it matter whether I kill him or not?" Mo Chunfeng said expressionlessly, "Don't change the subject. Do you know how to untie the knot?"

"Of course it's important, because there are only two ways to untie your knot in the world, and one of them is indeed in the hands of the person who asked you to kill Shen Xiaojia, so the poor monk is curious why you gave up that method..." His face was full of embarrassment.

Looking at Mo Chunfeng with a smile, he said neither lightly nor seriously, "It is true that since the poor monk dares to say this, he naturally knows another way to untie the knot."

Mo Chunfeng's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly, "What method?"

"Donor, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I don't like killing people."

"This answer is not sincere. You killed many people last night, not even a thousand, but also eight hundred."

"I don't want to kill him, okay! You bald donkey is very annoying. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Since you know it, it means that there are other people who know it. It's great. I'll just search more and show it in front of me.

What spectrum..."

"Okay! This answer is very sincere. I know what Donor Mo is thinking..." Nanru smiled, took out a pill from his sleeve, blinked and said, "Donor, I have a pill here.

It can temporarily slow down the erosion of the curse, do you dare to eat it?"

Mo Chunfeng immediately flashed and was in front of Nanru. He stared at the black pill and said with an indifferent expression, "Can we only slow down?"

"The other eradication method... needs to calm down the death energy in your body before it can be used, so you have to take this pill for a period of time..."

"Why should I believe your words that you would be so kind?"

"Amitabha! The poor monk's wish is to save all sentient beings and help the suffering people in the world like my Buddha... Of course, you don't have to believe in the donor. Meeting the poor monk is an opportunity from the donor, but whether you want this opportunity or not depends entirely on the donor.

up to you."

Mo Chunfeng stared at the troubled eyes for a moment with a solemn face, took a deep breath, grabbed the pill, weighed it in his hand a few times, simply threw it into his mouth, swallowed it, and smiled contemptuously.

, "Just eat it. What am I afraid of? I forgot to tell you that I have been immune to all poisons since I was a child..."

"Really?" Nan said with a smile, "But this is not poison, it's just a blood-activating and righteousness pill mixed with some sweat medicine."

Mo Chunfeng's face froze, and he suddenly felt dizzy. He angrily took off the suona from his waist. He just raised his right hand and before he could press the button on the suona, he fell straight down. He didn't even have time to say a word.

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Nanru slowly knelt down and stared at Mo Chunfeng, who was sleeping on the ground. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and sighed, "Donor, why don't you wait for the poor monk to finish what he said? The poor monk doesn't fight."
Chapter completed!