The middle-aged monk did not rush into Wang Yuan's residence directly and recklessly. Instead, his spiritual consciousness slowly entered the city outside An City and landed on top of the courtyard where Wang Yuan was.
With Wang Yuan's level, he was certainly aware of the spiritual consciousness in the sky. Even though he tried his best to conceal it, he could not escape his discernment. However, since he had no cultivation at all, he could only watch as the spiritual consciousness probed him back and forth.
After a while, the middle-aged monk withdrew his spiritual consciousness. Under his spiritual consciousness, Wang Yuan's body did not have any aura of cultivation, just like a mortal, but this made him even more cautious.
"This person's cultivation level must be higher than mine. What should I do?" The middle-aged monk was at a loss. But if he left directly, his disciple's death would not be avenged, and he would leave behind inner demons and Tao nightmares. If he went directly,
If he goes to war over a disagreement, he will definitely be defeated and may even lose his life.
"That's all, I'll just go away this time. Disciple, if you can't do anything against your enemy, don't blame the master." The middle-aged man sighed slightly.
Immediately, the middle-aged man slowly came to the courtyard where Wang Yuan was, but seeing that the door was not closed, he became more convinced of what he was thinking, straightened his clothes, and walked in attentively.
The collapsed stone table in the courtyard was still there, but Wang Yuan was sitting under the tree with his eyes closed, like a Buddha statue that had not moved for thousands of years.
In the eyes of middle-aged people, Wang Yuan is unpredictable, with a demeanor slowly spreading out, like a saint, elegant and easy-going.
"Fellow Taoist, I have come here because..." The middle-aged man took courage and said to Wang Yuan.
But Wang Yuan didn't say a word, didn't open his eyes, and didn't seem to take the middle-aged man in his eyes at all. The middle-aged man was stunned, smiled slightly, and clasped his fists and said: "Fellow Taoist, I came here because of my short-term hair."
The apprentice of the brain.”
At this time, Wang Yuan gradually opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he said: "I killed your apprentice. Could it be that you, the master, want to avenge him?"
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed by Wang Yuan's words, and quickly explained, "Fellow Taoist, to be honest, I just learned that my apprentice was dead, and I really wanted to avenge him, but when I saw fellow Taoist,
I don’t dare to have such an idea at all. My disciple doesn’t know your identity and disturbs your fellow Taoist Qianxiu, so he will die.”
Wang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man strangely, thinking to himself that he was a person who could afford to take things down. If his qualifications and sect resources were higher and more, maybe his cultivation would not be just at the level of pill formation.
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"That's all, I won't hold you accountable, but your apprentice killed two people, and I can't ignore this matter." Wang Yuan snorted coldly.
"This..." The middle-aged man was suddenly speechless. He didn't know that his apprentice killed the Blood Pagoda. When Wang Yuan mentioned it, he didn't know how to answer for a while.
However, Wang Yuan had already thought of this, stared at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice: "You will be responsible for the wrong things your apprentice has done. You will be my servant for ten years and this matter will be over."
The middle-aged man was startled and repeated: "Servant!?"
"What, what's your complaint?" Wang Yuan's expression tightened and he asked in a cold voice. The aura and Taoist thoughts accumulated over the years bombarded the middle-aged man.
Suddenly, the middle-aged monk's face turned pale and bloodless, as if he had experienced a heart-to-heart battle. His breath was extremely unstable, internal and external chaos, and his state of mind was somewhat loose.
"Senior!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and immediately bowed to Wang Yuan, and the title also changed to an honorific title, "Ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye, so why should I complain about doing the doorman thing for my senior!"
After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Wang Yuan nodded slightly and then closed his eyes again.
Seven years have passed unknowingly since he accepted the middle-aged monk as a retinue. During these seven years, Wang Yuan often walked out of the courtyard, but Wang Yuan's reputation was secretly spread in Ancheng, and he was more afraid of those behind the Blood Pagoda.
Gang.
The Lord of Ancheng often sent gold and silver items to Wang Yuan, as well as some beautiful young girl servants. However, Wang Yuan accepted the gold and silver items, but the girl servants were rejected by Wang Yuan.
In Wang Yuan's view, gold and silver are the most basic things among mortals. Even Buddhist cultivators have to resort to alms to survive, not to mention that he is not a real Buddhist cultivator. And the girl servant accepted that
If you violate a Buddhist taboo, you will get a scar on your head!
This is a winter, a biting cold wind is blowing outside, clusters of small snowflakes are falling from the sky, like cotton balls rolling in the air, the crystal snowflakes are like flying jade butterflies, this scene
It was as if it was imprinted in Wang Yuan's eyes.
Wang Yuan was carrying a small gourd with fruit wine inside and sat on the threshold of the door. Taking a sip of the wine, Wang Yuan muttered: "You can't drink this wine in the future. It would be bad if you get addicted."
When Wang Yuan realized the world of mortals, he let go of everything in his heart. Even if he didn't like alcohol, he forced himself to drink it with a tough attitude. However, it became a habit over the past ten years.
Suddenly she stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell playfully on her palm. She was so beautiful, so pure, like the cheek of a young girl. After a while, the snowflake melted, and the cool palm made people miss her.
This snow is like washing and whitening memories. Although it melts, it cannot forget the imprint that goes deep into the bone marrow.
At this moment, Wang Yuan blended into it, wandering in the specific moment.
Suddenly, the biting cold wind became more intense, and the snowflakes broke and scattered one after another. Wang Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked coldly towards the end of the alley.
At the end, two figures suddenly appeared. One of them said with a slightly older voice anxiously: "Miss, this is it. You will be safe when you get here. I will not let that bastard succeed!"
The voice sounded familiar, and his vision was obscured by snowflakes, but the voice came along with the cold wind.
"Ugh...Grandpa Gu, don't worry. I will never make you angry again after Nong Yue." The girl's voice contained self-blame and more of helplessness.
"Miss, I have never had any relatives in my life. They were all killed by my enemies. The moment I saw you, I seemed to see my granddaughter, so I am willing to retire for you. If something happens to you, how can Grandpa Gu do it?
Leave with peace of mind!"
Judging from the sound, Wang Yuan already knew who was coming. There was a murderous aura in the cold wind just now. The only ones who can change this celestial phenomenon are monks, and the monks are obviously not here for Wang Yuan. Their purpose should be
It’s Nong Yue and Blood Pagoda!
"Hahahaha, little lady, don't run away. Why is that old guy so ignorant of current affairs? Master, I just moved a finger to make this old guy's pubic area break open. I'm afraid he won't live long." A arrogant and domineering man said.
The sound spread throughout the alley, and there was a hint of violence in the sound.
"You bastard, you are a cultivator of immortality in vain, but you are attacking us mortals! Damn, I have killed many people in my life, but they were all aboveboard. You, a scum that damages the reputation of cultivators of immortality, you have the guts to kill me.
!" Xuefutu shouted angrily.
"puff!"
It seemed that the flamboyant man had taken action, and Xuefutu vomited blood violently. If it weren't for his deep inner strength, and because the man had no intention of killing him, but just tortured him, he would not have died immediately.
Wang Yuan stood up slowly, and his good scene was interrupted. He was indescribably depressed, and walked through the snow with a cold face, walking towards the end of the alley.
Suddenly, Xuefutu said to Nong Yue again: "Miss, you have a good destiny, I will not let you be ruined by this bastard! This person ruined the gang that the gang leader worked hard to run, and the gang leader also... because of this hatred
Miss, you must remember this deeply!"
"Old man, you talk a lot!" Zhang Yang's voice sounded, and the figure of Blood Pagoda fell from the snowflakes at Wang Yuan's feet, followed immediately by the charming figure of Nong Yue.
At first, when Nong Yue saw Wang Yuan, she was really shocked. Time had not taken away her beauty, but had made her more mature. At this moment, her tears and snow melted together, which was even more shocking.
The Blood Pagoda struggled to get up, vomiting blood. A master of martial arts, but a master of martial arts, was defeated by a monk. What an irony!
He saw Wang Yuan at a glance, with a look of determination in his eyes. He actually got up and knelt in front of Wang Yuan, and said pleadingly: "Shangxian, for the sake of An Ran's face, I have been the master for five years. You must save my life."
Save Miss, I don’t need this life of this junior, you can just take it!”
After saying that, Xuefutu fell to one side, and before his death, he still held Wang Yuan's ankle tightly with his hands. Nongyue let out a sad cry, crawled beside Xuefutu, her bright eyes turned red, and she sobbed: "Grandpa Gu, are you still here?"
You promised Nong Yue that you would see Nong Yue get married, why did you leave without realizing what you said!"
Wang Yuan was silent, his expression as usual, but he looked coldly at the monk who came over. The monk was wearing a blue shirt, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood, some of which hung on his arrogant and domineering face.
Distinguish cold colors.
When the young monk saw Wang Yuan, as if he was looking at a dead person, he laughed and said: "Why did that old guy come here? It turns out he wants you to help him avenge him. Hey, I don't want to do that either, sir."
To kill you, all you have to do is crawl under my crotch, and I will spare your life!"
Wang Yuan frowned. At this moment, he had a murderous intention. If he really killed the young monk with his own hands, then more than ten years of escaping into the world of mortals would have been wasted. But if he didn't kill him, that was not Wang Yuan's character.
"I don't care if you kill her, but if you insulted me just now, you are destined to pay the price with your life!" Wang Yuan said coldly. If it were the matter between Blood Pagoda and Nong Yue, Wang Yuan would never care about it, even if Blood Pagoda tried its best to win
Wang Yuan was fond of him, but it was all in vain. But now this little foundation-building monk was spitting in front of him, which he couldn't tolerate.
Immediately with a wave of his hand, the retinue descended from the sky, and Wang Yuan said to the middle-aged man: "Kill him, don't let the snow be contaminated with his blood."
Immediately, Wang Yuan looked at Nong Yue, who was holding the Blood Pagoda and crying, turned around and left.
The middle-aged servant smiled. This was the first time he had taken action in seven years. He was so depressed!
The young monk's arrogant and domineering face darkened. At this moment, the middle-aged man's cultivation in front of him could not be clearly seen. He unconsciously took a few steps back!
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