Whenever Ye Huayu recalls Zhuge Jun's helpless and sad eyes before leaving, his heart feels like a huge boulder pressing down on him, making it difficult to let go. It is a kind of desolation in which everyone is drunk and I am alone, and the helplessness of having ambitions but nowhere to display them.

, how could such a complex and profound emotion be expressed by a lunatic? What if, what if what Zhuge Jun said was true? As soon as this thought came up, it took root in his heart like a poisonous weed, making him restless.

Zhuge Jun may be rarely known outside the Xuan Bing Valley, but he is definitely one of the most famous prisoners in the Xuan Bing Valley. Ma Yandong couldn't resist the temptation, and the incident of mistakenly practicing Kung Fu and going crazy was regarded as a typical example and told to everyone who first entered the Xuan Bing Valley.

The disciples know it and let them take a warning.

Zhuge Jun's fallacies and heresies were taboo, and no one dared to touch them in private.

At lunchtime, someone made fun of Ye Huayu and asked him if he understood the mysterious scripture in the cell in Area C? Don't follow in the footsteps of Ma Yandong and become the object of ridicule. Ye Huayu only said yes, but he didn't use it.

I went to inquire carefully and learned that after Ma Yandong became a disabled person, he could not see Jiangdong's elders, so he lived in seclusion in Xuanbing Town, making a living by selling rice cakes and rice cakes, and almost never showed up again.

Did he bring it upon himself, or did he have an ulterior motive?

If Ma Yandong was plotted by someone, causing him to go crazy, and the other party was able to eliminate many doubts afterwards and completely cover up the truth, it is unbelievable how powerful his power is. Compared with Ye Huayu, he is like an ant and an elephant.

If someone steps on it casually, it can crush him to pieces.

The day passes by in a hurry.

At night, another disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall entered the valley to take over the responsibility of guarding. Du Songzhi, Ye Huayu and others returned to the town along the original road and dispersed on their own.

Ye Huayu returned to his residence first, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly slipped out and wandered around pretending to have nothing to do. The night was dark and cold, with occasional scattered snowflakes falling, and it was unclear whether there was anyone in the shadows.

Lurking and spying, Ye Huayu walked through the streets and finally found a rice cake workshop in a remote corner.

This workshop is extremely small, the door is ajar, and a pale yellow light shines through the crack in the door.

Ye Huayu first glanced left and right at the deserted alley, then stepped forward and snatched the door panel.

"Who is it? Here you are!" A soft and soft female voice came from behind the door. But after a soft click of footsteps, the door hinge turned, and a mature and graceful woman appeared. She was tall, with black hair like a waterfall, and a beautiful appearance.

Dignified, with soft eyebrows, he met Ye Huayu, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked: "This little brother is very handsome, is he the first to Xuan Bingzhen?"

Ye Huayu said: "Yes."

The woman smiled and said: "Is my rice cake so famous that you actually come to visit me all night long to buy it?"

Ye Huayu said straight to the point: "I don't want to buy anything. I'm looking for Senior Brother Ma Yandongma."

The woman frowned and said coldly: "Who are you? What are you doing with him?"

Ye Huayu said: "I have a few questions to ask Senior Brother Ma."

The woman blocked the door and said impatiently: "His martial arts skills have long since ceased, and now he can do nothing but sit back and wait for death. Please go away and don't harass us!"

Ye Huayu said: "If Senior Brother Ma refuses to see me today, I will come to visit you again tomorrow night."

A look of anger appeared on the woman's face, and she said angrily: "You..."

Suddenly I heard a deep and deep voice saying: "Xiaomei, let him come in!"

The woman stamped her feet and bit her lower lip to get out of the way. Ye Huayu arched his hands apologetically and stepped into the door. The workshop was small, with steamers, chopping boards, wooden molds, stone mills and other items placed there.

, neat, compact and well-organized.

There was a man in white clothes sitting next to the stone mill, with his sleeves rolled up and his hands stained with rice paste. He was about thirty years old, with sharp eyebrows at the temples, a nose as thick as a gallbladder, a dignified appearance, and said calmly:

"Junior brother, please don't be like my wife. Mr. Ma has inconvenient legs and feet and cannot stand up to greet guests. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

Ye Huayu apologized: "I came uninvited and took the liberty of disturbing the peace of my senior brother and sister-in-law."

Ma Yandong smiled lightly and said, "I wonder what I call my junior brother?"

Ye Huayu said: "My surname is Ye and my given name is Huayu. I am apprenticed to Fei Chenglin, the elder of the outer sect. I am still a registered disciple."

Ma Yandong asked curiously: "What qualifications do you, a mere famous disciple, have to enter Xuan Bing Town to hang out? Besides, Ma and Elder Fei have no intersection, and they are not famous people. Junior Brother Ye is so eager to come to the door. What is the reason?"

Ye Huayu said calmly: "To be honest, senior brother, I was just sentenced to one year of hard labor in Xuanbing Valley for violating the sect's rules."

"Hard labor?" Ma Yandong's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Don't you know the three major prohibitions of Xuanbing Valley? Do you understand the principle that disaster comes from the mouth? If what you are about to say involves prisoners in the valley, be careful.

I’m going to report you!”

Now that Ye Huayu has found him, how can he be willing to return without success? He said sincerely: "Brother Ma, when I first entered Xuanbing Valley, I met Uncle Zhuge Jun who was imprisoned in the B-Zi District. He claimed that Xuanyuan Wu is now

There are many errors and omissions in the learning and inheritance. I am here just to verify whether what he said is true?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ma Yandong's mouth, and he said: "Does it matter whether it is true or false? Look at me, my martial arts skills are useless, my legs are paralyzed, I am hiding in this small workshop and living like a mouse. Do you still dare to do it again?

Follow my old path?"

Ye Huayu said: "If Master Zhuge is not a lunatic, his true knowledge and insights should of course be carried forward! As disciples of my generation, practicing martial arts and attaining the Tao, how can we reach the pinnacle of martial arts if we don't have the sincerity to eliminate the waste and retain the essence, and uphold the principles of heaven and earth?"

Ma Yandong looked at him steadily, with complicated eyes, and sighed: "Uncle Zhuge's correctness means that thousands of people are wrong! If you choose to believe Uncle Zhuge, you will stand on the opposite side of everyone. Do you understand? You

You will be slandered, you will be stabbed in the back, you will be in a difficult situation, and your fate may even be worse than mine!"

Ye Huayu said categorically: "The awe-inspiring spirit in heaven and earth will last forever. I am moving forward openly. Why should I fear the siege of villains?"

Ma Yandong suddenly smiled sadly, a little sad, a little appreciative, and said slowly: "Eight years ago, Uncle Zhuge appeared like a comet across the sky, shocking Lingyunfeng with his unparalleled talent. He used to work in the Sutra Pavilion,

He loves reading by nature, is knowledgeable and memorized, and is extremely intelligent. He actually read through all the important martial arts albums, history books, biographies, etc. in his sect and integrated them all. At an internal lecture meeting in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he accumulated a lot of knowledge and made a blockbuster.

Elder Wen Yihui, the master of the Sutra Pavilion, was speechless and vomited three liters of blood.

"After the sermon meeting, the leader summoned him to Wushengtang for questioning. Also present were the director of Wushengtang and several Supreme Elders. Uncle Zhuge was not afraid of the stage. He answered all questions and quoted scriptures. He could compete with seven top masters by himself.

It actually lasted three days and three nights. In the early morning of the fourth day, Master Zhuge finally fainted due to excessive physical exertion. So, the leader announced that the great debate on Xuanyuan Martial Arts was over, and Master Zhuge was completely defeated. Then the ladies

The elders jointly issued an order, accusing Master Zhuge of using the name of the founder of the mountain to fabricate historical facts, misinterpreting the true meaning of martial arts in an attempt to shake the foundation of Xuanyuan, and imprisoned him in Xuanbing Valley from then on."

Ye Huayu murmured: "How cruel!"

Ma Yandong said: "There were very few people who experienced the debate in Wushengtang in person, but secretly everyone said that if Master Zhuge was given enough rest time, he might not lose! It's a pity that a defeat is a defeat, and Master Zhuge will win again.

He didn't get a chance to prove himself, and no one defended him. After Master Zhuge was imprisoned, he was unwilling to lose what he had learned, so he carved it into stone and insisted on preaching how to improve Xuanyuan martial arts. I was young and energetic at that time, and I was very competitive.

, I followed Uncle Zhuge’s instructions and secretly practiced the improved mental formula. In just half a year, I crossed the peak of the sixth level and officially entered the threshold of the seventh level. I was very proud of myself, but I didn’t know that I had offended him.

Those who should not be offended will be in great trouble."
Chapter completed!