The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 100 Elder? Where are the elders?

Late at night, the wind is cold.

Ye Wuxin was carrying a black cloth bag on his back, and his body was like a dragonfly squinted in the water. He stepped on the tops of the trees and ran towards the distance.

Until an hour later, the ground below was covered with snow.

He stopped, and after a long time, a voice of men and women not discerning from the black cloth bag on his back came.

"Who are you? What is your connection with Piaomiao Peak? Why do you take the risk of saving people regardless of your life?"

Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows, knowing that she saw her escape from danger, she intended to test it, but replied.

"Shame, the little monk is a disciple of Shaolin. Today, he has been in the world of Jianghu. I don't know what Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace, and any sect in the world have nothing to do with."

Hearing this, Tianshan Tong Lao sneered twice.

"Haha, in this way, are you a brave monk?"

When the boy from Tianshan was shocked when he heard this, his body immediately trembled.

"So you are that senior. I thought that a master with great cultivation could take the life of the monk at any time without hiding it."

Tianshan Tong Lao was already looking up and down at Xu Zhu, and suddenly saw the gem ring he wore on his left finger, his face changed immediately.

With a punch, Tianshan Tong Lao looked at him angrily. For some reason, she always felt that this kid was mocking her figure.

After a long silence, the Tianshan Tonglao spoke slowly.

Ye Wuxin sighed deeply in his heart, the word "love" is the most misleading person.

At this moment, Ye Wuxin plotted Wuyazi by his apprentice Ding Chunqiu, and had been paralyzed for 30 years, and told the story of setting up a Zhenlong chess game in Leigu Mountain.

"Hmph, little brat, for the sake of saving my life, I won't bother with you."

She grabbed her little hand and couldn't help but tremble, her clear big eyes filled with tears.

"Since the senior knows Mr. Wuyazi, then the junior will just say it."

Hearing this, Ye Wuxin looked around and pretended to be confused and looked around.

Ye Wuxin nodded slightly, with a serious expression.

Seeing Ye Wuxin's tone was sincere and the details were complete, unlike a deliberately fabricated lie, Tianshan Tong Lao sighed deeply and looked sad.

"Since you promised Wuyazi to kill the evil disciples for him, why don't you call him Master?"

Ye Wuxin frowned, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead, pretending to be unhappy.

At this time, Tianshan Tong Lao sneered and spoke again.

Seeing this, Ye Wuxin hurriedly led the Tianshan Tonglao to the top of the mountain without the feeling of fighting with those people.

Ye Wuxin put down the black cloth bag as he spoke, opened the rope tied to the pocket, and helped Tianshan Tonglao out.

"You! What are you wearing on your hands? Show it to me!"

His voice is old and his expression is even more old-fashioned.

"Where are you looking at! My grandma, I'm here!"

"Let it go? Who is your lord? Why are you silently approaching the little monk?"

"Elder? Where are the elders? Are my uncle and uncle here?"

"This matter is a long story, and I dare not disclose it without authorization. I forgive the monk for not being able to answer, Amitabha."

"Yes, yes! It must be you, the stinky monk, who deceives people! This ring must have been stolen by you!"

When I looked at him, my eyes were like lightning, bright and bright, and I had a domineering majesty.

Seeing Ye Wuxin's tone was heavy, Tianshan Tonglao nodded slowly, but then asked again.

I saw a girl of eight or nine years old standing in front of Ye Wuxin, with a pretty face and eyes full of wavy eyes. She was Tianshan Tong Lao himself.

Ye Wuxin clasped his hands together and looked serious.

"You said that the old man is in danger? No, it's impossible. Wuyazi has martial arts skills and he doesn't lose his skills, how can he die?"

Seeing Ye Wuxin standing straight in place, Tianshan Tonglao pointed at Ye Wuxin and said.

It was late at night and there was no bright light in the sky. Ye Wuxin's action made the Tianshan Tong Lao frown, and she was very angry at the fact that he was ignored.

Tianshan Tonglao lost all her skills, and this punch was like cotton and didn't hurt at all.

Hearing this, Ye Wuxin smiled slightly, folded his hands together and bowed to the Tianshan Tonglao.

Can the matter of monks be called stealing? That is called begging for alms!

"Nonsense! You said you were a Shaolin disciple, how could he give you this ring? If you don't come by the truth, I will suck your tendons and peel your skin, so that you can suffer all kinds of pain."

Seeing that Tong Lao was so sad, Ye Wuxin sighed quietly.

"Okay, since that's the case, you will let me down."

"When Master was dying, he passed on all the internal skills he had practiced for more than 70 years to me, and at the same time he handed over the identity of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect to the hands of the little monk."

Ye Wuxin sighed deeply.

"Yes, yes, that little monk will thank senior, Amitabha."

"One day, the little monk will overwhelm Ding Chunqiu in front of his master's grave and kowtow to apologize."

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from afar.

At this moment, a trace of fish white appeared in the distance. Ye Wuxin bowed to the Tianshan Tonglao, and the seven treasure rings in his hand reflected into the Tianshan Tonglao's eyes.

"Amitabha, the little monk once promised others not to disclose it without authorization that this was entrusted to the little monk when his life was dying."

Tong Lao walked quickly to Ye Wuxin, reached out to grab his left wrist, looked carefully at the ring, and looked over and over again for a long time.

"I don't dare to take responsibility for my bravery, but the monk has something hesitant deep in his heart, and he still can't make up his mind."

"You have a strong internal strength, but your skills are not all in Shaolin. There is actually a yin and cold air in it. What's the reason?"

"Where did you steal this seven-treasure ring? I'll bring it to my grandma!"

After a long silence, Ye Wuxin spoke, and there was also a hint of sadness in his words.

"Amitabha, monks strictly observe the precepts, how can they steal? This is given to me by others, so how can they say it was stolen?"

"Your skill is not the foundation of Shaolin. In this way, Wuyazi has indeed passed on the position of the head of Xiaoyao Sect to you."

"Hmph, you don't treat yourself when you meet your elders. Are you all Shaolin so unruly?"

"Stinky monk, put me down quickly. I'm in the cloth behind you. Who do you think I am?"

After arriving at the top of the mountain, the Tianshan Tonglao broke a branch and painted it on the snow-capped mountain. Soon, the endgame of Zhenlong was presented to him again.

"Come on, you explained how to solve this Zhenlong, and demonstrated it to me."

Ye Wuxin reappeared the past scene. The Tianshan Tong Lao became more and more shocked, and sweat dripped down her forehead.

"God's will, God's will! Who in the world can think of this strange method of 'killing yourself first, then attacking the enemy'? You didn't lie to me, it's great, it's great."

(End of this chapter)