The fourth thousand one hundred and sixty-three chapters whimper wind
In the dark mountains, the torrential rain flowed down Wan Lin and grandpa's heads, and the rain and the tears in their eyes had mixed together. The raindrops as big as soybeans were as anxious as the guqin, the grandpa was sandwiched under his ribs.
The raindrops made a series of low and sad echoes!
Wan Lin and grandfather stood silently beside the rock, staring motionlessly at the mysterious view rolling down the cliff with tears in their eyes. They witnessed the vain Taoist priests and the mysterious view with hundreds of years in the air.
Rolling around, witnessing the evolution of a generation of internal skills masters and the disappearance of the mysterious view with a long history.
The broken rubble bricks of Xuanxu Temple were flying in the dark mountains. The flying dust fog was like a yellow fog filled with rain fog in the rain, as if it was isolating Wan Lin and the other side and the hillside where the dim flames flashed just now.
, to prevent Wan Lin and the others from being plotted against by the rebellious disciple.
At this moment, the low and sad sound of the piano, the rumbling Taoist temple collapse and the roar of the waterfall were already intertwined in the wind and rain, and the mountains were trembling slightly in this intertwined sound. As the rainstorm blows
The wind also made waves of "whimpering" sounds in the dark, like a whimpering sound in the darkness.
With the rumbling sound, Xuanxu Temple and the huge rock above finally rolled and fell to the ground, and pieces of gravel and rubble roared towards the surrounding mountains. At this moment, Wan Lin's grandfather suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it.
Flying to an incense burner in front of him, he followed the sound and said to Wan Lin, "There is nothing and divination. He let us leave first. Let's leave!"
He then stuffed the incense burner in his hand into Wan Lin's arms and said, "Come on, let's leave here first, and then settle the score with that bastard!" When Wan Lin heard his grandfather's voice, he took the incense burner with his left hand and flew towards the fragments flying in his right hand.
Shi waved a strong palm wind. At this time, a strong murderous aura burst into his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the distant hillside covered by dust and flying stones, and then shouted in a deep voice: "Xiaohua, we
Follow grandpa!”
Wan Lin has rich combat experience, and he already understands what his grandfather means. The martial arts of Xuanxu Temple are good at light skills. Although the disciple of Master Xuwu was not very good at internal skills, his light skills must be quite good. On such a stormy rainy night, they did
It's hard to track down that bastard.
The moment he just raised his internal strength, he realized that the internal strength input from Master Xuwu had already made him improve his lightness skills, otherwise he would not be able to jump down the steep cliff like a projectile at such a dark night.
Now, the kid has a sniper rifle that can be sniped from a distance. It is indeed very dangerous for him and Xiaohua to catch up at this time! Besides, Grandpa had just said that Master Xuwu is good at divining good and bad luck, and he had already warned Grandpa in the dark.
, the opportunity to clean up this rioter is not in a hurry. This means that the pursuit is now, and I am afraid that he will return in such a stormy rainy night, which will only increase danger. But at this time, it is indeed difficult for him to suppress the anger in his heart.
Grandpa saw Wan Lin's angry eyes, and he said coldly in the dark: "That rebel is also a martial arts disciple. He just heard the scolding from me with internal force, and even if he beat him to death, he would not dare to follow me again.
Now that bastard has already escaped in the dark. Let's go, you will definitely meet him again in the future. Then we will deal with this bastard!" As he said, the old man held the guqin under his ribs and turned to the side mountain.
Then strode away.
Wan Lin saw his grandfather strode towards the side, and he looked at the white rain and fog on the side in anger, and then walked towards the foot of the side with Xiaohua.
He knew in his heart that the scolding from his grandfather was filled with a powerful true energy. The boy was a disciple of an internal sect. He could definitely hear that this was the scolding from an internal master with great skill.
And that boy would definitely see himself and his grandfather coming down the steep rock wall like a projectile, and at the same time he would also see a few fires spewing out of the muzzle, knowing that he was also a martial arts master with him. At this time,
That bastard really didn't have the courage to keep up again.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the raindrops as big as soybeans were still rushing on Wan Lin and Grandpa, but the lightning and thunder in the air suddenly disappeared at this time. There was only the sound of whimpering wind in the dark mountains.
The sound of rain and the sound of waterfalls behind the mountain are still echoing.
Wan Lin followed his grandfather quickly and flew across the foot of the mountain in front. A white-skinned waterfall had already appeared in front of them. At this moment, a violent mountain wind suddenly blew from the side, and the cold mountain wind was carried by him.
The raindrops as big as soybeans hit Wan Lin and his grandfather's faces "crackling".
Wan Lin quickly stuffed the incense burner he held with his left hand into his backpack, then took off his camouflage uniform and walked to his grandfather quickly. He put his clothes on his grandfather and said loudly: "Grandpa. Let's find a place to shelter from the rain?
I am old and I can't get wet for a long time." As he said that, he gently took the guqin that grandpa had clamped under his ribs over.
The old man heard Wan Lin's voice and stopped, looking at the filial grandson gently. He then looked up at the dark clouds rolling in the wind above his head and said: "The mountain wind rises, the clouds and rain stop. Nothingness is gone,
The Xuanxu Temple is gone, and the rain is about to stop."
He said as he looked around, and a look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face. He raised his hand and pointed to a steep hillside on the side and said, "I remember when I first came here decades ago, Xu Wu took me with me when I first came here.
Let's go to a cave on this hillside to play, and we were still in our prime at that time. Let's go there and rest for a while."
"Okay!" Wan Lin replied in a low voice. He then gently patted the little flower lying on his shoulder, pointed to the hillside where raindrops were splashing on the side and said, "Little Flower, go to the hillside to find that cave, let's go there.
Go away from the rain." He then raised his hand and gestured at the cave.
When the little flower heard the sound, it jumped out of his shoulder. When it landed on the hillside, it ran upwards with the rain flowing down the mountain, and a white splash of water splashed behind it.
"Let's go up too!" The old man said, raising his hand to wipe the rain on his face, and lifted his foot to walk towards the side hillside. Wan Lin turned around and looked at the dark mountains, and strode too.
Go up.
At this moment, a silver-white starlight suddenly sprinkled among the dark mountains, and the heavy rain in the mountains suddenly stopped. At this moment, the rain flowing in the mountains was like scattered silver, reflecting in the dazzling starlight