The woman smiled: "Look, you can do what you can. If others don't teach you, you won't know what to say. Have a drink!"

"If someone else teaches you, isn't that a lie?" Wuhuan couldn't help but say.

The old man was angry: "What kind of lies are you lying to others. This is all my truth, but I don't know how to open my mouth!"

"I was the one who made a mistake." Wuhuan apologized.

The old man felt embarrassed and touched his head: "Old man, I am also a fake tiger power. If I want to put it in the past, I don't even dare to look at you in the first sight!"

"Why?"

"You are a master, and killing a commoner like me is not a one-sword. Now that the hero is the decision for us, you are a congenital master and you will have to pay your life even if you kill someone."

"Dad, he is a congenital master."

"Ah, I'm sorry that the old man is so embarrassed, I'll give you a cup!"

Tiedan also raised her head from the bowl and stared at him straight.

Wuhuan then suddenly realized why he felt that the atmosphere in the northern border was so different. He usually walked around the world, not to mention that ordinary people dared not provoke martial artists, even if acquired martial artists saw the innate masters, they would retreat far away. Unlike the young people I met today, they dared to catch up with him and light skills. If they changed places, they might cause death.

Now an old man from the village dares to scold him as an innate master. What a strange thing this is.

People are no longer vigilant. Even though there are so many warriors in the northern border, they have no such dangerous feeling in the world.

If it weren't for the deep hatred, maybe I had to admire this "King of Heroes"!

But even if you feel all kinds of feelings in your heart, this unforgettable hatred will never change at all.

Li Qingshan, either you die or I die!

"This is great. I'll punish myself first!"

Wuhuan raised his head and drank it all. The dishes were delicious and the wine was also a top-notch spirit. It is said that the omnipotent Gu Chengzhu changed the method of making wine. After drinking a few cups, Wuhuan became drunk and wanted to accept the child as his disciple and tentatively said:

"It's not easy for my sister-in-law to take care of the whole family alone!"

"The Prince Xia said that women can stand half the sky. Women can become peerless masters. My martial arts skills are good. There are few men in the village who can compare to me. Who dares to talk about me? I will slap him in the mouth. Tiedan is not a coward. In the future, he will enter the Youth Hall and learn a peerless martial arts. Let's see who doesn't envy me!"

"Youth Hall?"

After Wuhuan inquired, he found out that it was a church in the World Association. Lei Lie, the son of the Seven Killing Demon Lord, was the master. He specially recruited talented children from all over the world. He not only needed a penny to learn martial arts in the Young People's Hall. If he could pass the final exam and join the World Association directly, it was something that all children in the North dream of.

The woman touched the child's head: "Everyone in the village who knows martial arts said that Tiedan, a child with extraordinary talent, will definitely be selected into the Youth Hall!"

"Mom, I can do it!"

Wuhuan was speechless. If a congenital master took the initiative to accept disciples in the past, this would have been a good thing that ordinary people dream of. Many legendary stories began here.

But in this case, he, a person with unknown origin, is obviously not as attractive as the Young People's Hall of the World Association.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

The hostess kept the guest and asked him to sleep with the old man. He was unwilling to accept it, so he agreed.

At midnight, a black shadow came to the child's bed. The white moonlight shone on his face full of hideousness, and he whispered: "It was the people from the World Club who raped your mother, and it was the World Club who killed your father! You are a sinister seed, and all this is Li Qingshan's fault!"

The child was not aware of it and was sleeping soundly.

Wuhuan reached out and wanted to wake him up, then awaken the hatred in his heart, but it touched the emptiness under his ribs and felt a little confused again.

No one knows better than him how painful the taste of hatred is.

What does everything have to do with this child? And that woman, haven't she suffered enough? She has endured such insults, and this child is the only one she has.

If I had married her and had children, I would have been so old now. I would have had such talent. I would have taught him martial arts well...

In an instant, an obsessive smile appeared on his face and suddenly he woke up.

No, I want to take revenge!

After a while, he stumbled out of the door, crossed the wall, and rushed away.

"Cheer officer!" The woman heard the movement, put on her clothes and rushed to the child's bed and shook it hard: "Tiedan Tiedan, wake up!"

The child rubbed his eyes: "Mom, what's wrong?"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and found a bag of silver on the head of the bed, thinking to herself: "What a strange man, but she looks much more pleasing than the old bachelors and scoundrels in the village."

Wuhuan ran wildly throughout the sky and earth, making a wild howl like a wounded beast.

The bright moon is like frost, the autumn wind is like a knife, and it is not clear about the path, and it just turns north.

"Li Qingshan, come on! Come on! Come on and make a break!"

When it was dawn, he came to the city of Peiping. The legendary demon cave followed the crowd and came to the city, but saw the whole city crying continuously, making his heart even more desolate. Could it be that there was a plague in the city? The devil was against the will of heaven. You ignorant and foolish people dared to stay here to follow him, which was a retribution!

However, the crowds on the streets did not seem to be a plague, and they all gathered in one direction.

A pedestrian was pulled out: "Where are so many people going to go? Whose family is going to have a funeral?"

"Oh, Master Fuku is about to pass away, we are all going to see him off!"

"Is it Abbot Fuku from Pudu Temple?"

Wuhuan was surprised that this person who was already famous all over the world when he was young. Later, he suddenly joined the World Association, and the entire martial arts world was in an uproar and could not believe it. Some thought that he was enduring humiliation and preparing to assassinate Li Qingshan. Some thought that he had to do it in order to protect the lives of the monks in the temple.

There are many different opinions, but no one thinks he is a greedy person who is afraid of death. Later, the world will not move south. It is said that it has a lot to do with his advice and still enjoys a very high reputation in the martial arts world.

"Oh, I didn't expect to die in this demon cave in the end!"

Before he could sigh a lot, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to revenge!

...

The Buddhist temple is silent, the old monk sits alone, and a lonely lamp.

In order to pursue the destruction of emptiness, life and death have destiny. If you cannot overcome the tribulation and ascend, there will be a time when you come.

He had little chance of breaking the void, not to mention that he had almost no time to practice over the years.

If the Young People Hall is the hope of the World Association, then Pudu Hall is the final guarantee, specifically responsible for the relief and shelter of orphans and widows. Over the past sixteen years, there have been major disasters almost every year. Even though they are able to resist the disaster, many orphans are still left, all of whom are taken care of by Pudu Hall. As the owner of Pudu Hall, he is the parents of these children.

The world's association has limited resources and needs to build bridges, roads, embankments and dams. At most, they can only prevent these people from dying of freezing and starvation. In order to have a good meal in the children's bowl and a new piece of clothing, they can only rush around to beg for alms.

He, the former master of the Wai, could no longer sit on the Buddhist temple in the mountains, so he had to enter the homes of ordinary people. Sometimes he had to make money by doing rituals. When he often did more than a dozen rituals, it was all supported by a stream of true energy.

Over the past decade, his reputation in the northern border was only below Li Qingshan, and even higher than Gu Yanying, just like a Buddha in the family.

At this moment, the crying sounds all over the city are proof.

After one night, the funeral was finally explained clearly, so that there would be no big omission after his death. He could finally calm down and recall his life.

Suddenly I realized that I had not reflected on this for a long time. Not to mention the bad thoughts, I almost threw away my good thoughts. I couldn't help but recall twenty years ago, when I was severely drought in the middle of the state and had a thousand miles of hunger. He led the monks to recite scriptures and pray for blessings in front of the Buddha, and for three days and three nights, he stayed up and stayed.

And compared to the days I have lived in these years, it is simply a leisurely enjoyment.

Now he almost forgot all the scriptures he recited at that time, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Am I still a monk like this?

The true energy in the dantian began to dissipate, his face faded and dim, but suddenly there was a bright light in his eyes, as if he was awakened from a big dream, and suddenly realized that I was probably obstructed by a demon at that time.

But looking back on all these years, there was no trace of regret, but instead there was a warm feeling, as if a lamp was lit on the chest and an explanation was given.

"Prince Xia, are you good or evil?"

The sun shines in, the morning bell rings, the lonely light goes out,

"The master has passed away!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!