MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 2 Withered old monk

　　 Yan blind son hereby followed the decree of the sect to arrest the traitor He Musheng, and at the same time found a supreme secret treasure of the sect. But this treasure committee is really extraordinary. When Yan Xiazi took over the task, he was already thinking about killing people and swallowing treasures.

　　 At this time, He Mu died of life and death, and all the people in the town were trained into wooden puppets by him, and no one survived. Without any scruples, Yan Xiazi came to the place where He Musheng's treasure was found in the soul search. He muttered a word in his mouth, and with a right gesture, a crystal clear bead flew out from under the dilapidated house. The bead is half black and half white, and the two colors of energy in it are connected end to end, flowing slowly, which looks quite extraordinary.

　　 "This is the Heavenly Mystery Bead..." When I thought of the mystery of this bead, even the Sect Master won't have time to investigate it carefully in the future. The whereabouts came into his hands, and he felt extremely comfortable.

　　 However, at this moment, Yan Blind suddenly frowned, and sighed softly, "It seems that there is still a living...".

　　 Under the night sky.

　　 A teenage boy walking on the streets of the town, it was Liang Yan who came back from Wenliang Mountain. Liang Yan felt strange when he was outside the town just now. Huaiyuan Town was too quiet tonight. After entering the town, this strange feeling became stronger. When he walked for a while, Liang Yan's face already showed an unbelievable look.

　　 I saw all the large and small houses around them, such as a hole made by thunder, the roof was in dilapidated condition, and there was no one in the house.

　　 Liang Yan's heart tensed, and hurriedly ran to his father's house. When he arrived in front of his house, his hands trembled, as if he didn't dare to push the door.

　　 Finally, he took a deep breath and gently pushed the small wooden door open. The whole person was instantly struck by lightning and stood on the spot.

　　 I saw a person in the house, with a straw hat in Tsing Yi, sitting on the ground paralyzed, all body wilted, as if the flesh and essence were removed, only a piece of skin was left on the bone, his eyes widened, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.

　　 "Father!" Liang Yan's heart-piercing cry made the whole figure lose his soul and walked towards the corpse in a muddle-headed manner.

　　 He has been with Liang Xuan since he can remember. When he was 8 years old, Liang Xuan told him that he was not born with him, but picked it up from a bamboo basket in the river.

　　 But despite this, Liang Xuan treated him as his own, and Liang Yan had already regarded him as his biological father. Liang Xuan had never married in his life, and only this precious son regarded him as a treasure. Only waiting for him to grow up, get admitted to fame, marry a wife and have children, this life will be considered no regrets.

　　 But now that good luck makes people, he just went out, and his home has suffered such a huge change. Thinking back to the little bit of life with his father, Liang Yan burst into tears, and the pain of losing a loved one made him feel irresistible, as if the sky had fallen.

　　 Suddenly a soft sigh came from behind,

　　 "Everything is impermanent, misfortune is unpredictable, and you don't need to be too caring."

　　 Liang Yan turned around and saw a blind old man standing outside the door, the one he had met on the mountain road before.

At this moment Liang Yan was at a loss. He didn't think about why the old man was here. He just asked, "What are the sins of the people in Huaiyuan Town? Everyone has lived here for generations and has never done anything that hurts the truth, old man. Why is the sky so cruel, making the people in the small town suffer such a disaster?"

　　 Yan blind silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Have you ever heard that the man is not guilty, and he is guilty? The residents of Huaiyuan Town are innocent, and the fault lies in the devil stealing the treasure and hiding in it."

　　 Liang Yan was originally uneasy, and he suddenly became sober after hearing this sentence. Looking at Yan Xiazi with a wry smile: "That's it, that's how it is, compared with the Xianjia Heavy Treasure, the lives of our mere mortals are really not worth mentioning. I don't know who my father did it?"

　　 Yan blind man seemed to be taken aback when he heard the words, and then took a deep look at Liang Yan and said:

　　 "Hey, little doll, little ghost, don’t worry, I’ve helped you take care of the person who killed your father."

　　 Liang Yan nodded after listening: "So I can go on the road with peace of mind now?"

　　 The blind man Yan did not speak, but he smiled with his hands behind his back.

　　 Liang Yan said nothing, turned his head, knelt down toward his father's body, and silently knocked his head three times.

　　 A gust of strong wind whizzed from behind, and suddenly a scorching breath hit his body, and his whole body seemed to be steamed dry.

　　 "Just die like this..."

　　 These are the last words that Liang Yan thought of. At the last moment when his eyes were closed, Liang Yan seemed to hear a pitying Buddha's name outside the house, and then the golden light flashed in front of him, and he was no longer conscious.

　　............

　　 I don’t know how long it took, Liang Yan felt that he was in darkness. The whole body seemed to be torn in pain, but then a warm and warm stream wandered away from the limbs, letting the pain calm down. Suddenly a cool breeze blew, Liang Yan opened his eyes leisurely.

　　 is a simple room, a square table with a corner missing, a set of ceramic teapots and cups on it, and a picture scroll on the wall, which seems to be a picture of a traveler in the mountains. The whole room is a little shabby, and many places are covered with dust, obviously it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

Another cool breeze was blowing. It was late autumn. Liang Yan turned his head and looked around. The window was wide open, and the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. It was the time when the autumn was high and fresh, but the tragic death of the old man appeared in front of him at this moment. The heart is twisted.

　　 "Well, the earth is so big this day, I don't know where to go in the future."

　　 Liang Yan sighed lightly, got out of bed and walked outside the house.

　　 I found out that it was a teahouse, which was open on the official road in the wild. I was in the first floor just now.

　　 "There is no one in this teahouse, not to mention the tea guests, even the buddies haven't seen it, it's really weird!"

　　 He muttered in his heart and walked outside the gate. When I left the gate, I saw an old monk sitting cross-legged on a boulder in the doorway. The old monk had a withered face and a shriveled figure, like dead wood, and a gray monk's clothes seemed to have not been washed for many years. If it weren't for the eyes that he slowly opened at this time, he looked like a dead man.

The old monk seemed to know what Liang Yan was thinking, and said lightly: "There was a locust plague here in the first half of the year. The nearby villagers had no harvest, and the bandits came to do evil again, so this teahouse could not be opened anymore. The shopkeeper and the lads ran away. ."

　　 Liang Yan was silent for a while, and tentatively asked: "The kid is in a catastrophe. At this time, he should be in the Yin Cao Jifu, but the master saves him by righteousness?"

　　 The old monk didn't speak, but folded his hands together, and whispered the Buddha's horn, showing a look of sadness and pity on his face.

　　 Liang Yan knew that he was not bad, so he took a big step and walked to the old monk. He knelt on the ground with a thump, and knocked his head three times. These three were sturdy and smashed.

　　 The old monk's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Little donors don't have to be like this."

　　 Liang Yan knocked his head three times, and said loudly: "The master can save the kid from that demon, he must be a holy monk, and I beg the master to accept me as a disciple and teach me the magic."

　　 The old monk sighed and said, "You want to cultivate immortals, what's the matter?"

　　 "Naturally, after successful cultivation, I will avenge the blood and blood for the more than 300 innocent people in Huaiyuan Town and my father!"

　　 "The one who killed your father is dead."

　　 "The first evil is dead, and the remaining sins have not been condemned!"

　　 The old monk frowned and said, "Remnants?"

"Hmph, the tragic deaths of my father and the townsfolk were all because the people of the Xian family seized the treasure. Although the blind man did not directly kill my dad, he was also responsible for this incident. Moreover, the immortal family's seizure of the treasure made mortals suffer. Even if my dad is not dead, as long as the blind man succeeds in capturing the treasure, he will certainly kill him. My dad still has no way of life."

　　 After hearing this, the old monk reconsidered Liang Yan again, and secretly said: "This little baby seems to be only in his early ten years old. How can he be thoughtful and not much worse than an adult?"

　　He didn't know that Liang Yan had been a stranger since he was a child, and even said that he was a little too smart. When I was in Huaiyuan Town, he often caused troubles with the surrounding residents. The residents of the town were simple and pitiful. They usually didn't care about him. They only occasionally committed public anger, and they still couldn't do without the father's board when they returned home.

　　 The old monk kept silent, and put his hand on Liang Yan's head.

"This kid has immortal roots, but his aptitude is really average, but my supernatural power doesn't necessarily have to be against the genius in order to practice. Moreover, this kid is smart and intelligent, but he can pass on my mantle. His life experience Misery, like no one to take care of, I am afraid that it will soon be alive..." Thinking of his miserable experience, he was moved with compassion for a while.

　　 "No, my old monk does not know how to accept disciples. He has already taught a bullshit, what qualifications do he have to accept disciples again, and this kid is extremely hostile, and he will kill evil in the future."

　　 The old monk couldn't help being discouraged when he thought of his bad guy.

　　 then said faintly: "If I accept you as a disciple, I need to get three chapters of the contract, follow me to the sect for a hundred years, and I will not find that person for revenge in the future."

　　 "Then what's the use for me to cultivate immortals?"

　　 "Cultivation of immortals is to achieve longevity, and we should cut off the cause and effect of the world."

　　 Liang Yan's eyes stared: "You must report the hatred of killing your father. The kid forgive you for your fate. Today I thank the monk for his life-saving grace. If there is a chance in the future, I will be crushed to pieces, and I will not pay it back! Say goodbye!"

　　 After speaking, he gave a deep salute and turned his head towards the east of the road.

　　 The old monk folded his hands together, gave a wry smile, did not hold back, but watched his back go away.

　　...............

　　 Liang Yan walked alone on the official road, thinking of his father's tragic death, a burst of misery in his heart.

"Oh, this day, the earth is big, and the immortals are elusive. How can I, a mortal kid, find this fate? Not to mention revenge in the future. I used to hear that old wandering way brag about the immortals in the world, I didn't believe it, this When I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't expect it to be so tragic...

　　 Thinking about it, there was a grunting sound in my stomach. It turned out that I had been walking for a long time, and it was noon before I knew it.

　　 "It seems we should solve the problem of the belly brother first."

　　 Liang Yan learned kung fu from the martial arts instructor in the town since he was a child, and had a lot of martial arts, so he decided to go to the forest to eat some game.

　　 After a short while, somewhere in the forest, a hare was roasting steaming over a bonfire. A gray-clothed boy was holding a rabbit leg and chewing. This person was Liang Yan.

　　 Half a hare lowered his stomach, Liang Yan was satisfied, and suddenly heard a small sound. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, knowing that this is the sound of weapon handover, and there are people fighting around here. At the moment, he ignored the hare, hurriedly put out the bonfire, covered it with mud, and then walked tiptoe in the direction where the sound came from.

　　 heard the sound of scolding faintly without going far, Liang Yan pulled a corner of the bush and looked in the middle. I saw a blue-shirted swordsman holding a dragon-patterned long sword, fighting four black-clothed bandits alone. Although the blue-shirted swordsman is one enemy four, he did not fall in the slightest. A long sword flew up and down, drawing a trail of shadows in the air. One of the mountain bandits was dripping with blood on the left arm, which was obviously affected. Not a minor injury.

　　 Liang Yan was shocked in his heart. With this swordsman's method, he was considered a first-class master in the arena, and he was chased and killed for some reason.

　　 At this time, the blue-shirted swordsman smashed the four with one sword, turned back, and said lightly: "Do you guys have this strength? Do you want to plot my lady?"

　　 "Hehe, the lightning sword Zuo Feiquan really deserves its reputation, but unfortunately you know something you shouldn't know, this time you will definitely die!"

　　 It was not the four bandits who said this, but two more people walked out of the forest. The two were taller and shorter, and it was the tall man who made the noise. And the four mountain bandits faintly headed by these two.

　　 The blue-shirted swordsman saw two more good players. He couldn't help but secretly anxious. Without waiting for everyone's reaction, the lightning shot and went straight to the tall man, wanting to advance as a retreat. He was caught off guard first, and then fled in chaos.

　　 The tall bandit snorted coldly, turned his hand and drew a long knife to greet him, and the short bandit also drew out a bronze hammer to join the battle group.

　　 The blue-shirted swordsman became more frightened as he fought. The martial arts of either one of these two people alone are no longer under him. At this moment, he is already one enemy two, and he has shown defeat without thirty moves.

　　 "When did such a powerful bandit appear on the rivers and lakes?" He was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too much, thinking about countermeasures to find a way to get out.

　　 At this moment, a blue knife flew out from the forest, with a dazzling blue light, cutting off all the trees it passed, and without any loss, went straight to the blue-shirted swordsman.

　　 The swordsman was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to resist, but the dragon-patterned long sword was swept across by a blue knife like paper, and broke into two pieces.

With a pounce, the blue knife was inserted into the swordsman's throat, leaving only the hilt outside. The blue-shirted swordsman looked at the hilt of the knife in front of his throat with an incredulous expression, and fell slowly, dying of breath.

　　 At this time, a young man walked out of the forest. He was wearing a purple robe and wearing gold and silver all over, just like a member of the city.

　　 When the other bandits saw him, they immediately looked respectful, bowed their heads and clasped their fists, shouting: "The helper is mighty, no one can match!"

　　 The purple-clothed youth also seemed to enjoy it very much, narrowed his eyes and snorted:

　　 "A few rubbish, let you do something is not good, this person is the worship of their mansion, this trip is dedicated to exploring the way ahead, by chance, knowing our plan by chance, how can he get away?"

　　The bandits were sweating profusely: "The subordinates are not doing well, please help the Lord to show favor and let me wait for my merits to atone for my sins!"

　　 The purple-clothed youth waved his hand and said, "Finally, the important thing is important. If you do this ticket, I don't know how much real money is waiting for us."

　　 paused, and then asked: "Are you clear about your surroundings?"

　　The tall bandit immediately replied: "I have found out everything clearly. There is a teahouse not far away. It has been abandoned for a long time. We can pretend to be buddies and ambush them according to our plan."

　　 "Well, there is no one in that teahouse now. If anyone is there, we will kill them all. You can't leak us the least bit of information. Cheng Lao Er, you go and gather the horses, leave immediately after the meal, and follow the plan when you get there."

"Subordinates understand!" The tall mountain bandit responded, and then leaked a wretched expression, hehe smiled: "Boss, there are a few chicks in the group that look good, and we brothers will have to enjoy it. "

　　 The purple-robed youth also glared at him and nodded tacitly.

The short mountain bandit seemed to be suspicious, and asked, "Boss, I really don't understand, why bother to spend a lot of time and devise an ambush? Using your fairy family means, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just tells them whether they come or not. Back."

　　 "Huh, Shi Laosan, are you more lenient now?"

　　 "Subordinates don't dare." Shi Laosan hurriedly lowered his head.

　　 The purple-clothed youth snorted, "Among them, there is a master of martial arts, who has reached the realm of internal force and external force, and he has the power to fight with immortals such as me. You must not be careless."

　　 In fact, this purple-clothed youth is a concubine under a family of Xiuxian, named Chen Lin. His spiritual roots are extremely poor, and he has no intention of practicing since he was a child. On the contrary, he is greedy for worldly enjoyment. After he was an adult, he was expelled from the house, so he fell into the grass here. With his cultivation of the first level of Qi refining, he was also mixed with taste. In the world, it is difficult to threaten him except for some masters of the inner family.

　　 Seeing these bandits take out their bags and start cooking here. Liang Yan walked back cautiously.

　　 "No, these people are going to the teahouse later, the old monk is there, I wonder if there will be any problems?"

　　 Although he knew that the old monk was not an ordinary person, Liang Yan had never seen the fairy fighting method, let alone the old monk, Yan Xiazi and others.

　　 In his opinion, the blue-shirted swordsman just now was already a master of first-class, but he couldn't do anything in front of the purple-clothed youth, and he was very nervous. It is estimated that this old monk should not be his opponent.

　　 "Well, although the old monk refused to accept me as a disciple, he saved my life after all. Now if I know and don't report it, don't I just watch him die?"

　　 "Although this group has horses, I may not be able to rush to them before they are going to make meals. When the time comes, I will persuade the monk to leave, and it will be regarded as saving his life. Since then, the two will not owe each other."

　　 Liang Yan had made up his mind, and immediately used his feet to rush towards the teahouse...............