"Boom!"
Lightning pierced the sky, rolling thunder rolled across the dark sky, and heavy rain poured down.
Thousands of roars and thunder struck the Yanyun Mountain as if it was trembling.
A rock fell off the mountain wall, breaking a giant tree and passing by the woman, before continuing to roll towards the foot of the mountain.
The corpse, whose appearance had long been lost, was nowhere to be found. Only Yunlian was left in the rain, digging handfuls of loess, seemingly still saying something.
"Ms. sir, I will avenge you..."
"You wait for me. After I kill the person who harmed you, I will go to the underworld to find you..."
"You are not allowed to drink Meng Po soup, you are not allowed to cross the Naihe Bridge, you are not allowed to cross the Wangchuan River, and you are not allowed to forget me..."
"No, no..."
The rain mixed with the loess and turned into a swamp. Yunlian, who was deeply trapped in it, suddenly stopped her movements at a certain moment and slowly lifted up a piece of rag.
This rag is only the size of a palm, and the fracture is very flat. It should have been cut by a sharp blade.
Wiping off the soil on it revealed the embroidered patterns.
One bow and one circle, like a crescent moon embracing the sun.
This symbol of the sun and the moon shining together is known to everyone in the world, or it can be said that they change their color after hearing it.
Capture all the righteousness and return it to the net of the earth, collect the disabled gentleman and fall into the sky.
The leader of the demon sect in the world - Tianluo Sect.
...
...
Two days later.
Over in Shuzhou, Yunlian has successfully found clues and officially started her journey of revenge.
Wei Changtian didn't know anything about it yet. The group had just arrived in Longzhou City, which was still two states away from Shuzhou.
"Grandpa, do you see any skills in this sword manual?"
In an inn, Wei Changtian asked Qin Zhengqiu who was holding the "Moon Sword": "Old Zhangtou said that this sword technique is very domineering, but in my opinion it is too ordinary."
"Well, it's indeed a bit ordinary..."
Qin Zhengqiu nodded noncommittally: "But the quality of martial arts can only be judged by practicing it."
Can you judge by practicing?
The reason why I ask you is because you don't want to waste time practicing this thing, okay?
Wei Changtian complained in his mind and asked again: "Grandpa, what do you think the origin of Lao Zhangtou is?"
"Hard to say......"
Qin Zhengqiu frowned: "Since he could sense my presence at that time and could see that your scabbard was not extraordinary, he must have some ability."
"But I really don't remember that there is such a number one person in Daning..."
"Could that be from the outside world?"
Wei Changtian asked in confusion: "Just like the sword sect master who killed Zhang Benchu?"
"It's possible, but there's no way to prove it."
Qin Zhengqiu sighed: "For example, the swordsman master you mentioned disappeared from the world after the battle in Tianshan. No one has seen him since. No one knows whether he died or left."
"Oh, it's just a pity for Zhang Benchu."
"If he hadn't died, I don't know how high his swordsmanship would be now."
"Um."
Wei Changtian nodded, not very interested in this topic.
But the next moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Grandpa, what's the name of that sword sect master...?"
"I don't know. He probably never told anyone. Everyone only knows that this man is quite handsome and wields a thick sword..."
Qin Zhengqiu shook his head and answered, and then seemed to understand what Wei Changtian meant.
"Changtian, do you think..."
"I'm just guessing."
Wei Changtian rubbed his nose: "After all, if that swordsman could survive until now, he would be about the same age as Lao Zhangtou."
"This... I guess it can't be such a coincidence."
Qin Zhengqiu denied with a smile: "That swordsman has an extremely high level and superb swordsmanship. In addition to his own extraordinary talent, there must be a force behind him that has put a lot of effort into him."
"No matter who this force is, they will never allow such a master to stay in a foreign country for decades."
"..."
I have to say that what Qin Zhengqiu said makes sense.
Except for sons of heaven like Xiao Feng and Shen Ran, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to go very far in their spiritual practice if they do not have the backing of a powerful force with abundant resources.
And these forces spent a lot of manpower and material resources to train a master, how could they allow him to easily escape their control?
So if we follow normal logic, the swordsman cannot be Lao Zhangtou.
but......
What if the organization that cultivated Lao Zhangtou happened to be Kuilong?
...
A quarter of an hour later.
After walking out of the inn with Qin Zhengqiu, Wei Changtian was no longer thinking about Lao Zhangtou's identity.
After all, according to the information he currently has, he can only rely on guessing, and there is no point in guessing right or wrong, so there is really no need to worry about it.
What's more, he has a more important thing to do right now.
"Sir, I have already inquired about it. Fulian Temple is located on Lingkai Mountain, more than ten miles outside the city."
Beside the carriage, Zhang San reported truthfully: "If we leave at this time, we can arrive before noon."
"Okay, let's go."
Wei Changtian nodded, and he and Qin Zhengqiu bent down and got into the carriage.
The main reason why he wanted to stay in Longzhou City was to stop by Fulian Temple.
The first is to ask about the evil monk named Jingyuan, and the second is to help him get another treasure.
The golden cassock is a defensive treasure in the original work.
In fact, since Xiao Feng's death, Wei Changtian has not been as enthusiastic about "plundering opportunities" as before.
Anyway, the competitors have returned to the West, so sooner or later these good things will be theirs.
But now that we have arrived in Longzhou, we must still keep the treasure in our pocket.
"Snapped!"
The riding whip was raised high and fell on the buttocks of the two horses.
The carriage slowly started to move amidst Zhang San's shouts of "stand up", but it slowly stopped after just a few steps.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"Zhang San."
Wei Changtian opened the car curtain and ordered: "Call You Jia."
"yes!"
Zhang San responded, parked the carriage, turned back to the inn, and came back with You Jia not long after.
The wheels turned again, carrying several people all the way out of the city and towards Lingkai Mountain.
But Youjia, who was sitting in the sedan, was a little confused.
"Sir, where are we going?"
"Lingkai Mountain."
Wei Changtian calmly replied: "Folian Temple."
"..."
Hearing this name, Youjia suddenly lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you going to ask about Jingyuan?"
"yes."
"But Jingyuan has already been expelled from Buddhism by Fulian Temple. Everything that happened before was Ning Yongnian's conspiracy. Fulian Temple didn't know about it..."
You Jia bit her lip gently: "Master, don't you believe what I said?"
"..."
There was sudden silence in the car.
Wei Changtian looked at the aggrieved You Jia and sighed in his heart, but his expression was very serious and sincere.
"Of course I believe you."
"But no matter what, Fulian Temple should not let such an evil monk live."
"What's more, that pure circle almost defiled your body."
"So the reason why we go this time is to seek an explanation for you!"
