The four words "Immortal Style and Taoist Bone" are a kind of temperament and a realm.

In today's country, there are no more than ten people who can deserve these four words.

Among these ten people, four were in the Immortal Sect.

The people in the Immortal Sect are like extraordinary immortals. For them, the world is just a picture of the ups and downs of sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. They will not integrate themselves into it, but will only watch quietly and think quietly from the side.

, feel it.

However, not everyone can do it without worries, or not everyone can forget everything.

They can tolerate oppression for a long time.

They can tolerate the injustice given by the world.

Even the hatred of extermination can be abandoned.

However, there is one thing that they cannot give up, or that one person cannot give up, that is kindness!

I say a long time, human feelings are greater than the sky!

Since its establishment, the Immortal Sect has only owed one person’s affection! Therefore, for glory or repaying gratitude, they can no longer sit still and ignore it, because the butterfly has already flapped its wings. Today, perhaps this world will not change,

But in the near future, the world will undergo earth-shaking changes due to the trembling of the butterfly's wings!

Ye Ying and Ye Gou wanted to do something for Chen Fengxi, but when they saw the two ancient temples that were seven hundred years and four hundred years old, they found that things were not as simple as they imagined.

Panxin Temple and Vajra Temple, in addition to the incense-filled temples, these two places are also Jin Ye’s underground money house.

The illegal money is donated into the temple in the name of donations, and then the money is laundered through a company that specializes in financial investment for various temples.

The money was laundered, but the monks in this temple were laundered.

They are no longer monks who simply eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name. Among them are too many monks who are obsessed with greed.

In Panxin Temple, besides the abbot and the four elders, there are nine Dharma protectors!

Vajra Temple, the abbot, elder, guardian, and the monks from all over the temple want to take these two places unless military measures are taken!

This made Ye Gou and Ye Ying, who thought they were full of wine and meat monks, feel scared. If these monks help Master Jin to deal with Chen Fengxi at that time, their chances of winning would be zero!

At four o'clock in the morning, Ye Ziyi carefully pulled out of Chen Fengxi's pressure, washed up, and then walked out of the hotel.

When she walked out of the hotel, she got into a taxi, and the person driving was a long-armed man.

An hour later, the car was parked in a village completely isolated from modern times.

This is an ancient village with an 800-year-old history. The towering ancient locust trees on both sides of the village head give people an inexplicable sense of oppression and heaviness.

Although the village road is not very flat, you can still take the car, but Ye Ziyi did not do that. Instead, she got off the car calmly and entered the village calmly.

At the end of the village road is a wild mountain road. On both sides of the wild mountain road are old graves with yellow paper pressed on the tombs. The mist at dawn makes everything around look so gloomy.

Not to mention a woman, even a man would be nervous when walking in such a place, but Ye Ziyi looked relaxed and comfortable, as if she enjoyed the shade that this place brought her.

When he reached the winding fork, Ye Ziyi did not continue to move forward, but instead followed the mountain road on the left. At the end of this winding path, there was a building that was so simple that it could be used as desolation.

The house described is a door panel full of turtle patterns hanging on the door. Through this cunning door, everything in the house is visible.

Below the shed on the left is a huge furnace. Below the shed on the right is a pile of unrefined ore. There is nothing else.

Ye Ziyi walked into the room with a calm expression, sat next to the Eight Immortals table, picked up the ancient book on the table that was about to be turned on and read it. In the next time, besides the wind

It was the sound of Ye Ziyi turning the pages of the book. It was not until the man who was as dark as the iron ore on the right appeared that there were other sounds in the courtyard.

The man was not tall and was only 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing shabby clothes and pants. Both clothes and pants were good and had their own benefits. His strong muscles were stretched out.

"Bang!"

When the man saw Ye Ziyi, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he put the stone Buddha on his back on the ground. The man with a silly grin ran out of the yard gate, and in a short while he carried a hunchback.

, the skinny old man.

The hunchbacked old man looked at Ye Ziyi with complicated eyes, then sat on the small stool next to her, knocked on the old pipe that was shiny and shiny, took out a match to light it, and started slapping it.

Ye Ziyi put down the book quietly and asked with a smile: "How is it?"

"I'm going to die as usual." The old man sighed, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and sniffed out the choking smell of smoke, and said helplessly in a hoarse voice: "Now these days, it's easy to find mines, but it's hard to make a knife.

What I have to fight is a black knife, so I have to take some time and it won’t come out so soon.”

Ye Ziyi narrowed her eyes and asked softly: "How long will it take?"

The old man said carefully: "It will take eight years no matter how hard it is. If you step up, you will probably be able to get out in six years."

Ye Ziyi smiled slightly and said lightly: "When my mother died, she left me nothing, but she left me a set of knife molds. I know that this is the dowry she left for me. Six years ago,

I gave you the mold. I was not in a hurry. After all, this knife was asked for, but now, my man is in danger and someone wants to fight with him, so I have to urge him to urge him.

You, knife, I can wait. Six years are too long, up to three years. This is a total of nine years, which is considered auspicious. However, I can't wait for this matter! You also know that our farmers are not involved in the world.

It's true, so I want to ask you for someone."

"Can you not give it?" the old man said with a frown.

"No." Ye Ziyi smiled and rejected the old man's request, which made the old man's face look a little ugly.

Ye Ziyi chuckled and said, "You have to give it even if you don't give it even if you don't."

The old man glanced at Ye Ziyi and smiled so seriously, and said meaningfully: "Now, people in my field can count them with just two hands, and they are all people who have no descendants. I am just

I don’t want the craftsmanship left by my ancestors to be lost to me. If you take the person away, wouldn’t it take my life?"

"I admit that I'm a little bit hard on this matter." Ye Ziyi said softly, which surprised the old man, but her words completely destroyed the old man's little thoughts: "But, since I'm here today, I'm here today.

, you can't go back empty-handed."

The old man frowned slightly and said unhappily: "Your mother didn't dare to talk to me like this back then! Besides, you don't seem to be surnamed Beast!"

Ye Ziyi said lukewarmly: "It's not that I don't dare, but I don't need it. My father wants to go to the official road, so my mother doesn't need to ask him for an amulet. But my man is different, he wants to go."

It's a dead end, so I have to find him a talisman that can cut through the thorns! As for what my surname is, it doesn't matter. What's important is that my man will be the son-in-law of a farmer in the future!"

The old man's already hunched body became more and more curved, and every sip of smoke became extremely heavy. His eyes were looking at the ground beneath his feet without blinking, as if he wanted the yellow soil beneath him to give him an answer.

Ye Ziyi was waiting quietly, she was not in a hurry because she knew that the old man would definitely agree to her in the end, or rather, he had to agree to her!

When the dialogue was in a stalemate, the strong man walked in from the door with a hot breakfast. It was not difficult to see from his clothes that he did not make this breakfast in the woods, but went to the village to ask for it.

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The man poured the porridge, steamed buns and pickles into the bowl one by one. Except for the bowl that Ye Ziyi was brought over on the tray, the remaining two bowls were directly pressed against the edge of the bowl with his thumb, although his

His fingers did not put into the bowl, but he seemed to be afraid that Ye Ziyi would despise him, so he still enjoyed the tray to carry her steamed buns and pickles to Ye Ziyi.

The old man sat on a small stool with porridge expressionlessly on the table and drank it without saying a word. Ye Ziyi and him were eating the same thing, they were very slow and thin, every grain of rice in their mouth.

It's only after chewing it.

The black and strong man was different. He ate very quickly, and the porridge was almost one bowl at a time, and the steamed bun was one in two bites. In the blink of an eye, he had already drunk six bowls of porridge and nine steamed buns.

"You have to eat slowly, otherwise it will not be easy to digest, especially for breakfast, you have to chew it slowly!" Seeing that the black and strong man had already put down the dishes, Ye Ziyi then told him with concern, and he was embarrassed.

He grinned and handed Ye Ziyi a bright and shy smile.

"What kind of man do you like?" The old man couldn't help it, and finally looked at Ye Ziyi curiously and asked.

Hearing this question, Ye Ziyi's face immediately filled with a happy smile: "Good man!"

The old man said meaningfully: "The man who can be a son-in-law of a farmer is not much worse. You are so anxious to come to me for a knife, and you come so early. Is it the one you like to follow me, just to follow me.

The one who made the battle with Master Jin?”

Ye Ziyi nodded gently and said slowly: "Jin Master is too profound, so he has to prepare for it."

The old man said thoughtfully: "No wonder you are so anxious. I heard that this kid killed Tang Dao, why don't you stop him?"

"Why do you need to stop me?" Ye Ziyi smiled disapprovingly.

The old man frowned and said, "Tang Dao killed people all his life and did unethical things all his life. He just did two good things when he was old. One was to save the people from the Kuang family in Sichuan, and the other was to teach the King of Jingcheng.

Everyone in the family used a knife. Everyone knows that although Tang Dao was in the name of Jin Ye over the years, it was actually the Kuang family and the Jun family who were supporting him. Killing him is not a slap in the face of both families.

I heard that the old man from the Kuang family has become a brother of different surnames with him, and the little madman from the Jun family was trained by him. I think what you should worry about now is not how to help him deal with Master Jin, but how to deal with him

Besides, you two families!"

Ye Ziyi said confidently: "No, he can do it himself."

"Then you still come to me?" the old man said with contempt.

Ye Ziyi stood up and said with a smile: "I have to do my best! It's getting late, it's time for me to get up, have you made a decision?"

The old man said angrily: "Is my decision useful? You take the person away, but you have to find a few helpers to make a knife for me. When the person is old, he can't carry the hammer."

Ye Ziyi said with a smile: "I have found it, my qualifications are not bad, but my ability is not low, so I should be able to help you complete that knife!"

The old man took a deep breath of cigarettes and said, "Born the Buddha, come with her."

Ye Ziyi said meaningfully: "It's a bit vulgar to say thank you, but you still have to say it. Just send it away after you finish the knife!"

The old man's body couldn't help but tremble. When he came to his senses, Ye Ziyi had already led the man who was calling the Buddha to carry the Buddha out of the yard.

The old man's surname is Lian Bairen. Fifty years ago, he was a famous swordsman in the world.
To be continued...