Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The three elders were in front, and everyone was walking on an antique country road, with paddy fields on both sides and green mountains in the distance. The little girl was holding a water tank full of water as high as one person and walked as fast as she could, with high dust rising behind her.

"Hello grandpa!"

Fingel heard the crisp child's voice and looked over, "Ahhh, the water tank monster!"

The little girl, who had run out for a while, braked suddenly, and a little head with a braid in the sky was exposed under the water tank, looking around.

"Monster, where is it!"

"Erya!"

The third elder blew his beard.

"How many times have I told you, slow down! What will happen if you fall!"

Fingel and Su Enxi nodded repeatedly.

"Do you think there are a lot of water tanks in the village?" The third elder Bang Bang tapped his cane, and the ground shook.

Fingel and Su Enxi's smiles stiffened.

"So you feel sorry for the water tank?"

"I thought it was because I felt sorry for the child."

"I was naive."

"Me too."

Erya stuck out his tongue, got back under the tank, lifted up the water tank and ran all the way, leaving behind half a person's height of sand and dust. From a distance, Erya could only hear one sentence left: "Huh, if there are no monsters, then you know how to lie." Child."

"hehe."

The third elder said with a smile.

"Sorry for making you laugh."

"No no."

Fingal said.

"The children here are really energetic. They are energetic. You can tell at a glance that they will definitely be able to kill a cow with one punch in the future."

"Just kidding, joking."

The third elder smiled.

"Erya can kill the cow this time too."

Fingel swallowed. It was so difficult to communicate. So this is the true face of the mysterious hidden door. Sure enough, no matter how you think about it, you can only use the word "outrageous" to describe it.

"Why."

The three elders stopped and looked at the paddy field in trance, seeming to have something on their mind.

Also, the Hidden Gate is not stable at this time, and the gods are watching outside. Jack, who is walking in the west, cuts off the rear to cover them and is trapped in a tight siege.

Thinking about it, the third elder is probably worried about the future of the Yin Sect and all the Yin Sect disciples.

Fingel secretly thought that he was determined to give full play to his strengths and liven up the atmosphere, and being mean was Fingel's special skill.

The Third Elder had recovered before Fingel took action.

The third elder shook his head and sighed.

"The deceased is gone, that's all, let's go."

Everyone looked at each other and remained silent in tacit agreement. It was their first time to go to the Hidden Gate, so they had to be careful.

Unexpectedly, the third elder himself spoke.

"I still remember that day."

"right here."

The third elder knocked on the ground.

"I saw Dahuang's body."

Su Enxi wanted to speak but stopped, wanted to speak but stopped.

Fingel asked subtly.

"Well, when you say rhubarb, don't you mean..."

"Um."

The third elder said.

"The scalper who died tragically in Erya's hands."

Even though it was Fingel, he didn't know what expression was more appropriate for a while.

How to describe it? It should be said that it is the Yinmen that has cultivated the Westerners who are waiting to work at the Golden Arch Gate. In the past, they had not imagined what kind of place Yinmen was. They had longed for it and longed for it, but they could not escape. Mysterious, powerful, even serious, old-fashioned, and other impressions.

Today, the true face of the Hidden Door is finally revealed, and I just feel that it is hard to explain in words.

Everyone laughed in unison and breathed a sigh of relief.

Having said that, after all, the Hidden Door is inextricably linked to Lu Mingfei. Thinking about Lu Mingfei's nonsense speaking style, in comparison, they seem to have begun to accept the Hidden Door in this way. stand up.

"Let's have a meal first. My hidden door has already prepared meals for you all, so you can catch the wind and wash away the dust."

The village chief invited everyone to his house, introduced his son and daughter-in-law, and they chatted for a while. It turned out that Erya was the village chief's granddaughter, which meant that Dahuang was the village chief's cow. They understood. Everyone understood why the third elder was so angry with a cow. The death of the cow is so remembered, it was his family's cow.

After sitting for a while, they went to the village square. The mats were prepared and hundreds of people were busy.

Their clothes are very strange. Some have feather fans and turbans, some Taoist robes are dusty, and some cassocks have Zen staffs.

But no matter who they were dressed in, they were all killing chickens and sheep in full enthusiasm. A muscular, bald old monk, Baoxiang, with a solemn and compassionate face, was beating the chicken to death while reciting the Buddha's name. He was very steady and accurate, surrounded by twelve people. The bald heads chanted the Ksitigarbha Sutra and were saved.

Su Enxi was stunned. Jiude Mai pulled him so that he wouldn't make a fool of himself. This was the first time for Su Enxi to see such a battle. In a way, it was a one-stop service. I believe the chickens were peaceful when they left. .

The most crowded area was slaughtering cows. Here, there were people from all three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but they were not the ones to do it. The one who did it was a little girl who was familiar to everyone. The third elder started blowing his beard again.

I saw Erya standing on the water tank, holding her hands and fists in all directions. The little person tried hard to look serious and couldn't help laughing.

Erya rolled over and fell to the ground. He circled the cow three times and started to fight.

The third elder was angry and did not interrupt. The third elder stood outside the crowd and watched from a distance.

Erya sent the cow on the road in a neat movement, the audience cheered, and the third elder also smiled happily.

It's getting late, let's have a banquet.

Chu Zihang, Caesar and others sat at the main table with the third elder. The others were fine. Su Enxi was really restless. People from the table came up to toast, old monks and old masters. Su Enxi kept her expression unchanged and shouted in her heart that she would lose her life. So Su Enxi decided to show off her special skills. She had to sacrifice her life to accompany the gentleman, and the seal was lifted.

After drinking down the eighth table in a row, Jude Mai tried her best to no avail. Su Enxi made up her mind to go to the mountains to sing single love songs.

It was Su Eunxi who was being held down by Zero and Mai Shutoku.

"Hahaha."

The third elder stroked his beard and smiled.

"Su Xiaoyou is really huge."

Caesar agreed.

"He is a hero among women."

"Thank you very much too."

The third elder said.

Several people were puzzled.

"The Hidden Gate has been gloomy and gloomy for many days, and I haven't seen them smile so heartily for a long time."

The third elder glanced at the messy cups and plates on several tables. The people in the hidden door were all drunk, some fell on the table, and some got under the table.

At the zenith of the moon, the third elder's daughter-in-law brought sobering soup and divided it one by one.

When Su Enxi had a setback, Su Enxi refused to open her mouth. She firmly believed that it was arsenic and shouted, "I am wronged," "Your Majesty, please spare me." Jiude Mai put the hangover soup to Su Enxi's mouth, "My dear concubine, Drink a lot."

Fingel thought that only Jiude Mai could deal with the drunk Su Enxi. Fingel turned his head and saw Chu Zihang with piercing eyes. Fingel was startled, "What's wrong with you, President? Divine descendants are invading." But there were only Su Enxi and Jiude Mai hugging each other over there. Fingel didn't understand what Chu Zihang was looking at.

Yinmen hangover soup is very effective. One bowl of it can wake up even a drunk and crazy woman like Su Enxi.

"Do you know what you said?"

Fingal said.

"Forgot."

Su Enxi quickly touched up her makeup.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, drunk people don't remember what happened when they were drunk!"

"oh."

Fingel nodded.

"It doesn't matter, I took the photo."

Fingel tossed the video recorder up and down, and Su Eun-hee made a fierce save.

"Come and die!"

Erya carried a lantern and they went to the ancestral temple.

The third elder forgot to see the bright moon in the sky.

"Chang Xi."

The moonlight flows down like water, forming the appearance of a woman in work clothes.

"I've met the third elder."

"Chang Xi, these are His Majesty's people."

"Um."

Chang Xi turned his eyes to Chu Zihang and counted them, greeting them one by one.

"Time is up."

The third elder said.

"Let's talk to a few people."

Chang Xi nodded, and she waved the wide sleeves of her overalls. The white moonlight shone down and transformed into a fluttering butterfly, flying towards several people.

"Everyone, please."

Chu Zihang and the others only felt that their eyes were in a trance. They changed places and looked around. It was so chaotic that it was difficult to distinguish up, down, left and right. Fortunately, their companions were all there. Chu Zihang, Caesar Fingel, Jiude Mai and Su Enxi, there were many of them. .

"here it is?"

Caesar said.

Everyone doesn't know.

"I seem……"

Chu Zihang was thoughtful.

"Been to similar places."

"You mean the hanging gardens."

Caesar said.

In the Hanging Garden, Chu Zihang and Uesugi fell into the world of murals, thus witnessing the initial scene of this world. Through this, Chu Zihang was able to advance to the inhuman level and cultivate inhuman powers such as "Qingyang".

"If this is a similar place."

Mai Shutoku said.

"What we are seeing has happened in the past."

"Exactly."

Everyone was shocked.

Never would I have imagined that I would hear his voice here.

In the chaos, Lu Mingfei, dressed in military uniform, stood and looked at everyone from a distance.

Everyone was speechless.

Although the man in front of him was wearing a bronze mask and dressed as an ancient general, there was no trace of Lu Mingfei.

But relying only on the bronze mask, they were able to determine the identity of this person. He was Lu Mingfei and there was no mistake.

Except for Lu Mingfei, there is no such bronze mask.

"long time no see."

Lu Mingfei took off his mask, revealing the face of a young man who had experienced vicissitudes of life, and he said with a smile.

"Everyone."

People who have never seen it with their own eyes cannot imagine what the vicissitudes of a young man's face are. It seems that this sentence itself is a sick sentence. The young man's face is originally full of vigor and hope, but the vicissitudes of life are the opposite. The two are opposite sides of meaning.

However, they did see such a look on Lu Mingfei's face.

"I know I know."

Lu Mingfei pressed his hands gently.

"There's no rush, just listen to me first."

Chu Zihang and the other six fell asleep using Chang Xi's method.

Outside the group of words, they fell into a deep sleep. The contemporary Confucian master, the contemporary Buddhist abbot, and the contemporary Taoist heavenly master stood together with the three elders and talked in low voices.

"Did they drink all the rice wine His Majesty left?"

Master asked.

"Drink it, there will be nothing wrong with it, don't worry."

The third elder said.

The three masters nodded, and they stood for a long time, looking at the six Chu Zihangs and the sky for a while.

The sky at Yinmen is obviously abnormal. Overlapping thick clouds form high mountains and swirl into vortexes. Something is about to stab out of the vortex and forcefully enter the Yinmen.

The Heavenly Master shook off the dust, pinched his fingers, and muttered something. The Heavenly Master's brows gradually wrinkled, and the frown became deeper and deeper.

"Thirteen hours, thirteen hours."

The Heavenly Master sighed.

"After thirteen hours, the gods will appear."

"Your Majesty can't stop it?"

The Master pondered.

"Didn't the Joint Research Department of Hybrids and Humans calculate that there are still a few days left?"

"variable."

The Heavenly Master pointed at the six sleeping Chu Zihangs.

"We stole the news and helped that boy Sun Jieke achieve Waigang. We have already created waves in the destiny of this world. The gods must be aware of it."

"One Wai Gang is enough. If there are a few more Wai Gang, the gods will not be able to sit still."

"The number of days calculated by the research department of the coalition forces is natural. If the gods are determined to do it regardless of the cost, they will see the outcome within two days."

"Two days, thirteen hours..."

The abbot chanted the Buddha's name.

"What about walking?"

After Sun Jieke, who was walking in the West, was hanging around in the Yinmen Foreign Language Goddess, everyone knew that the person the abbot was asking was naturally not Sun Jieke, who was walking in the West, but Luo Nu.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. We have waited for the Hidden Sect to this day, but the only people who have inherited it are Luo Nv Jack."

The third elder looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Why are you bothering? As the saying goes, there are loyal ministers when a country is in danger. The world era has changed. At this critical moment, the fate of humans and hybrids has merged into one, and we have just forged our own good materials."

The abbot comforted the third elder.

"But I don't know how many of these six people can obtain that kind of inheritance."

"You mean!"

The third elder asked in surprise. ''"We have been spreading the Dharma lineage of the three families for many years. Our cultivation level is not as good as yours, but we have learned many true secrets."

The Master chuckled.

"Do you know why the inheritance left by our ancestors is of the highest quality?"

The third elder pondered, and listed several famous powerful figures in the history of the Hidden Sect. They were all accomplished by Wai Gang after coming to this world from Kyushu. They were amazing and talented. If they were still in Kyushu, they might not have a chance to be a martial saint. .

All three said no.

The most remote possibility in the mind of the third elder is getting stronger and stronger. Even though he is old and has seen many great events, the third elder is about to face the final step of the Hidden Sect's return to Kyushu. At this moment, the third elder cannot hide his excitement.

The third elder took a deep breath.

"Could it be..."

Even though he took a deep breath, the trembling could still be heard in the third elder's voice.

"The legend is true."

"No, that's not right."

"Their era is too far away, how could it be possible..."

"but……"

The third elder talked to himself, and the three of them decided not to sell out.

"Just as you thought."

Master said.

"Since the luck of my three families can leverage the luck of the three families of Kyushu."

"Why can't the projections of the saints be reproduced here?"

The three elders clenched their fists tightly, sages, sages, there is only one type of sages in Kyushu, martial saints.

For the sake of Jiuzhou's strategy and a glimmer of hope, all the saints and sages took their lives as the road to protect the way, and only then could we have today's Yin Emperor.

"Can they... come back?"

the third elder asked.

He dare not imagine such a future. If the saints can return, what are the gods?

The third elder had never seen a Martial Saint before, so he could only imagine the Martial Saint's demeanor. It would be easy to say that such a person could reach for the stars and the moon. Only those who had seen him with his own eyes would know how far he could achieve it.

"cannot."

The Heavenly Master said.

"what's on your mind?"

"Although the Martial Saint is strong, it is difficult to defeat the world's decline. Otherwise, there is no need to risk everything and pin all hopes on His Majesty."

"You need to know that my hope in Kyushu, and the hope in this world, only lies with Your Majesty."

"Furthermore, the Martial Saint's Nirvana is Nirvana, and there is no possibility of his return."

The third elder laughed to himself.

"I know."

The third elder went to see Chu Zihang and the others again, feeling envious.

"In that case, then their inheritance."

"Um."

The Master sighed.

"I don't know who is lucky enough to receive the mantle of the Martial Saint."