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The old man in the pavilion sat quietly on the guardrail, his sharp eyes scanning the hillside where Wan Lin and the others were, and then he looked at the steep hillside opposite the lake with a sinister look on his face.
, it seemed that Wan Lin and the others were not seen.
When Wan Lin and others saw the gloomy look on Mr. Zhuge's face, everyone involuntarily felt a chill in their hearts. The young monk whispered: "This Grandpa Zhuge used to be... quite... quite kind."
Yeah, why are you so... so gloomy now?"
Sha Xiaofeng heard the young monk's muttering and whispered: "Ever since the old gentleman's only disciple fell off a cliff and died seven years ago, the old gentleman's face has lost its smile."
"He entered the university to teach in order to find disciples with outstanding talents and excellent qualities, but he is still alone up to now, shouldering the responsibility of inheriting the Xuanding Sect alone. How can he have a smile on his face?"
When the young monk heard this, he chuckled and said: "I...I'm telling you, in fact, when Grandpa Zhuge went...to our Lingyi Temple, he just...wanted to take me away. I...my master
At that time...I was...all anxious with him, and I wouldn't...let him take me away."
When Wan Lin and others heard the little monk's muttering, they all glanced at the bald boy. Wan Lin then looked at Xiaoya and Lingling and nodded with a smile.
They already understood that this boy was talented and pure in heart. He was a proud man who could practice all the martial arts in the world. When Mr. Zhuge saw this boy, he must have found a treasure and immediately wanted to take him away from the Lingyi Temple.
Under the sect, how could Master Ke Changtian send this little beloved disciple away?
At this moment, Wan Lin and others suddenly saw Mr. Zhuge, who was looking intently at the cliff across the lake. Suddenly he turned his head and looked towards the end of the lake. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He then fixed his gaze on
The little monk's bald head seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head and stared motionlessly at the steep cliff in the distance.
When the little monk saw the other person's gaze, he was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Xiaoya and Lingling and shouted in a low voice: "Bad... bad, bad, he... he might recognize... recognize me, I...
I won’t go with him.”
Wan Lin and others all laughed when they saw the young monk's frightened look. Sha Xiaofeng whispered: "Wan Tou, Mr. Zhuge has seen you. You should also go and pay homage to the old gentleman. By the way, he and Mr. Wan Lao and
Master Tianjue is also an old acquaintance, last time Wan Lao and Master came here, they had a very happy chat."
Sha Xiaofeng turned out to be Qian Bin's subordinate, and he had joined forces with Wan Lin and others on several missions. He knew the identity of Wan Lin's family, so he pointed out that Mr. Zhuge in front of him was an old friend of Wan Lin's grandfather. Wan Lin
He is the young master of the Wan family. He should go over and pay a visit to Senior Zhuge.
"Okay, as a junior, I should go over and pay my respects." Wan Lin replied. He then looked at Xiaoya and the others and said, "I'll go over by myself, and you guys can walk around." As he said that, he strode towards the hillside in front of him.
go.
When the young monk saw Wan Lin coming forward alone, he quickly said: "I... I will go with my senior brother. I... I am also the junior of the old senior."
Xiaoya stretched out her hand to hold the boy and whispered: "The seniors are teaching the disciples, let's not disturb them." At this time, she already understood that she and the others were all members of the Leopards, and their identities were kept secret. Wan Lin did not want her to be exposed.
Too many people were exposed to strangers, and there were several young practitioners with hairless mouths in the pavilion.
Wan Lin strode to the side of the hillside. At this time, he could see clearly that there were boys and girls sitting cross-legged in the pavilion. Two little girls of seven or eight years old each had a braid on their heads, looking very childish.
Several young practitioners, all wearing black masks over their eyes, sat quietly cross-legged on the straw futons, as if they were asleep, motionless.
The entire hillside was silent, except for the occasional "swish, swish" sounds of small animals moving, which came one after another from the surrounding green leaves. The entire space seemed to be still, giving people a weird feeling.
Wan Lin walked to a bamboo forest fifty meters away from the pavilion. He suddenly stopped and looked into the pavilion with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
At this time, he could see clearly that several students who seemed to be sitting in a mess in the pavilion were actually sitting in the pavilion according to the position of the Big Dipper, just protecting Mr. Zhuge sitting on the railing in the center.
Wan Lin recognized it at a glance. This was the famous Big Dipper Formation in the Star Spreading Formation. At this time, once an outsider invaded, the people in the formation could divide and combine in a blink of an eye, and launch up, down, left, and right attacks on those who entered the formation.
, making it hard to guard against!
A look of surprise immediately flashed across Wan Lin's eyes. Before he left the mountain, his grandfather taught him many formations left by the Wan family in ancient times. Although he was not proficient in layout, he could master some commonly used formations.
You can still tell the difference at a glance and know that it is the magical Big Dipper formation.
Ever since he walked out of the mountains, he had never seen anyone using formations, whether on the battlefield or in contact with martial arts people. So when he suddenly saw this magical formation reappearing, he immediately felt surprised in his heart.
Originally, he thought that those ancient formations had been lost outside. He really didn't expect to see this ancient and magical Big Dipper formation in this special school established by the national security system.
He knew that this formation was extremely lethal. The place where the gloomy old man sat in the pavilion was the eye of this formation. The entire formation was mobilized by the old man's movement. In an instant, he could
The command dispersed and surrounded all those who entered the formation.
Even people with strong martial arts who are not familiar with this formation will find it difficult to attack Mr. Zhuge in a short time once they fall into the formation. Instead, they will be attacked from all sides, making it difficult to safely exit the formation. This is a
The formation method of using the weak to bully the strong is very wonderful.
A look of astonishment flashed in Wan Lin's eyes, and he picked up the Qing Kung Fu and walked quietly to the pavilion, fearing to disturb the few young students sitting in the pavilion and disturb their Kung Fu practice.
He has already seen that Mr. Zhuge must have taught these young disciples some kind of magical kung fu, and these young students are practicing it.
As soon as Wan Lin walked to the grass on the hillside about ten meters away from the pavilion, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a sense of danger appeared in his mind at the same time.
At this moment, a dangerous warning suddenly flashed in Wan Lin's heart. He kicked off the lawn with his feet and ran towards the side hillside like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the pavilion.