"The east bank of the Nu River? Nalanhong, tell the truth to Pindao, have you provoked the Living Buddha of Yuntai Mountain? Huh! Otherwise, you wouldn't recognize a bear and come to beg me, right?"

"Hungry... Right, right, right, I was discussing Taoism with the Living Buddha, didn't I mention you now? Who knew he..." Nalanhong repeated his old trick.

"Don't do this with this poor Taoist. The Living Buddha of Yuntai Mountain has reached the peak of his cultivation and is just about to become a Buddha after incarnation. Are you arguing with him? Let me ask you, are you in trouble?"

Before Nalanhong could tell the lie, Wang Laodao already had the Silicon Valley divination at his fingertips.

"Did something happen to Meixi Gege?"

"Ah...ah...that...hehe...if you don't attack me, you have to help me for the sake of Wushuang, right? He is your nominal disciple!"

"Forget it, don't mention that brat to me here. I'll tell you the truth. I went to your Changbai secret place to see him a few days ago. Maybe you can have a much better effect by inviting him out than me at this time.

But it stands to reason that I should also pay a visit to this master, just wait, Pindao will leave soon."

To say that this old monk Li Qingyun is really not a bad person, he saw that Nalan Hong and the Ma family refused to leave and did not drive them away. The top of the snow mountain was extremely cold, especially after sunset, the temperature was definitely not lower than that of Changbai Mountain. Nalan

Hong's internal strength was strong, and he sat cross-legged on the ground and stood guard at the door, motionless, but he suffered a lot from his brothers.

All the Ma family members were injured to varying degrees except for the eldest brother Ma. The old monk was so compassionate that he would bring them fast meals every time, and he would not forget to prepare a pile of straw and blankets in the small courtyard at night.

"Mr. Nalan, this is some potion for bruises. Go and rub it on your friend. Your friend who is a brute force, the poor monk just dislocated the bones under the soles of his feet. You can reconnect them for him.

"It's really not easy for people who are seriously ill to stay at the top of the snow-capped mountains in this cold weather, so let them go." Li Qingyun was compassionate.

"No! We won't leave! Unless you let us go!" Ma Yundong insisted, stomping his feet.

"Donor, don't be angry. This will not be good for your injury. If you insist on not leaving, then accompany your master to eat fast and chant Buddha in my Buddhist hall." Li Qingyun opened the door of the Main Hall. Inside the door, Mei Xi felt aggrieved.

She folded her hands and recited the sutra. There was nothing she could do. If she didn't memorize this sutra today, Li Qingyun would not let her eat the fasting meal in the evening.

You can't beat this old monk hard, and he won't tolerate soft people, so you can only admit defeat. Of course, Mei Xi's temperament as a young lady needs to be polished and polished. Life is not always smooth sailing. Only after appropriate hardships

will really grow up.

"Mr. Nalan, please come in too. Why are you poking at the door? I am a little boy who has no shortage of doorkeepers."

"You don't have to be polite, Living Buddha, I'm fine with this." Nalanhong didn't want to accept his favor.

"Whatever you want, just sit there for one more day. I'll count on the humble monk's fingers that your master friend may arrive tomorrow night."

"You...how did you know I called for help?"

"Amitabha! Who doesn't know the name of the Wudang layman? Thanks to you, this poor monk is destined to see his true face in this life." It turns out that Li Qingyun, who was self-taught, had already figured it out thanks to the magic of Silicon Valley's calculations.

Who is this master who is coming?

Nalanhong notified his family about what happened to him on Yuntai Mountain. He was afraid that his beautiful wife would be worried.

In the secret place of Changbai Mountain, at 4:30 in the morning on the second day, the sky was still foggy and invisible. Wushuang was lying quietly in front of Pu Meihui's grave, still accompanying her lover as before. A series of rapid footsteps came from far to near, this

The footsteps of the man were heavy, he must be a strong man practicing martial arts.

"Master Shuang, I finally found you." Dayong shouted.

Wushuang didn't make any movement, still enjoying the alone time with his lover with his eyes closed. His ears could no longer hear any sound.

"Master Shuang? Master Shuang? Master Shuang! Huh? Huh?" Dayong then remembered that the current leader was a stupid man who was deaf and blind.

He walked up and patted Wushuang on the back. "Master Shuang, it's me, Dayong..."

Wushuang suddenly jumped up from the ground, pulled out the sharp hidden knife from his riding boots with one hand and put it on Dayong's neck. The sharp blade had left a blood mark on his neck. This is the place where his wife sleeps. He never

Allow anyone to get close.

Dayong opened his mouth in a daze. He was not a deaf and mute mentally retarded patient. Looking at his movements just now, it was astonishingly fast, even worse than his own son. Looking at his fierce eyes at this moment,

He was clearly the once all-powerful leader of the Northeast.

"Master Shuang... please don't... I am Dayong, Dayong, do you still recognize me?" I don't know whether Wushuang smelled the scent of Dayong or felt that this intruder was not a threat to him, so he finally let go

Got thorns in my hands.

"Oh my God, my dears, you scared me to death. You almost killed me just now! Okay, okay, there are no outsiders here. Stop pretending. Can you hear me?

say?"

Wushuang stared blankly at the dark mountains, his eyes extremely hollow, and he lost the murderous aura just now. Dayong waved his hand in front of him, and shined a flashlight on his pupils. That's right.

!The pupils were covered with a gray film, just like severe cataracts. But just now... maybe it was a natural human reaction.

He took out the paper shell and knife he had prepared and wrote on them what happened to Nalanhong and Mei Xi in Yuntai Mountain.

"Master Shuang, my Yue Fujin didn't want you to know these things, but I think I still need to tell you. Can you give me some advice? Is there any way I can save Meixi Gege?"

Wu Shuang stroked the words on the paper shell, looking dazed. "Mei... Mei... Xi... Mei Xi... Save... Mei Xi..."

"Yes, yes, even my young master can't defeat the Living Buddha of Yuntai Mountain. Now he has invited Taoist Master Wang. But I'm worried that the old guy is too powerful and even Taoist Master Wang can't take advantage of him. Think about it, people

If you have lived for more than three hundred years, wouldn’t you have become a spirit?”

"I...I...I..."

"What do you want to say? Oops, you can't hear me either. Bring it here." Dayong took the paper shell and carved a line of words for Wushuang on it. "We will do our best, don't worry."

"I...I...I...go...I go..." Wushuang struggled to spit out these words. He was not blind and could understand what Dayong wanted to express.

"Ah? You want to go? It's useless for you to go like this now? I'll pull you down and put you in again. I didn't mention it. You can recover from your illness!" Dayong stood up and wanted to leave. "Eastern bank of Nujiang River? Nalanhong

, tell me the truth, have you provoked the Living Buddha of Yuntai Mountain? Humph! Otherwise, you wouldn’t recognize a bear and came to beg me, right?”

"Hungry... Right, right, right, I was discussing Taoism with the Living Buddha, didn't I mention you now? Who knew he..." Nalanhong repeated his old trick.

"Don't do this with this poor Taoist. The Living Buddha of Yuntai Mountain has reached the peak of his cultivation and is just about to become a Buddha after incarnation. Are you arguing with him? Let me ask you, are you in trouble?"

Before Nalanhong could tell the lie, Wang Laodao already had the Silicon Valley divination at his fingertips.

"Did something happen to Meixi Gege?"

"Ah...ah...that...hehe...if you don't attack me, you have to help me for the sake of Wushuang, right? He is your nominal disciple!"

"Forget it, don't mention that brat to me here. I'll tell you the truth. I went to your Changbai secret place to see him a few days ago. Maybe you can have a much better effect by inviting him out than me at this time.

But it stands to reason that I should also pay a visit to this master, just wait, Pindao will leave soon."

To say that this old monk Li Qingyun is really not a bad person, he saw that Nalan Hong and the Ma family refused to leave and did not drive them away. The top of the snow mountain was extremely cold, especially after sunset, the temperature was definitely not lower than that of Changbai Mountain. Nalan

Hong's internal strength was strong, and he sat cross-legged on the ground and stood guard at the door, motionless, but he suffered a lot from his brothers.

All the Ma family members were injured to varying degrees except for the eldest brother Ma. The old monk was so compassionate that he would bring them fast meals every time, and he would not forget to prepare a pile of straw and blankets in the small courtyard at night.

"Mr. Nalan, this is some potion for bruises. Go and rub it on your friend. Your friend who is a brute force, the poor monk just dislocated the bones under the soles of his feet. You can reconnect them for him.

"It's really not easy for people who are seriously ill to stay at the top of the snow-capped mountains in this cold weather, so let them go." Li Qingyun was compassionate.

"No! We won't leave! Unless you let us go!" Ma Yundong insisted, stomping his feet.

"Donor, don't be angry. This will not be good for your injury. If you insist on not leaving, then accompany your master to eat fast and chant Buddha in my Buddhist hall." Li Qingyun opened the door of the Main Hall. Inside the door, Mei Xi felt aggrieved.

She folded her hands and recited the sutra. There was nothing she could do. If she didn't memorize this sutra today, Li Qingyun would not let her eat the fasting meal in the evening.

You can't beat this old monk hard, and he won't tolerate soft people, so you can only admit defeat. Of course, Mei Xi's temperament as a young lady needs to be polished and polished. Life is not always smooth sailing. Only after appropriate hardships

will really grow up.

"Mr. Nalan, please come in too. Why are you poking at the door? I am a little boy who has no shortage of doorkeepers."

"You don't have to be polite, Living Buddha, I'm fine with this." Nalanhong didn't want to accept his favor.

"Whatever you want, just sit there for one more day. I'll count on the humble monk's fingers that your master friend may arrive tomorrow night."

"You...how did you know I called for help?"

"Amitabha! Who doesn't know the name of the Wudang layman? Thanks to you, this poor monk is destined to see his true face in this life." It turns out that Li Qingyun, who was self-taught, had already figured it out thanks to the magic of Silicon Valley's calculations.

Who is this master who is coming?

Nalanhong notified his family about what happened to him on Yuntai Mountain. He was afraid that his beautiful wife would be worried.

In the secret place of Changbai Mountain, at 4:30 in the morning on the second day, the sky was still foggy and invisible. Wushuang was lying quietly in front of Pu Meihui's grave, still accompanying her lover as before. A series of rapid footsteps came from far to near, this

The footsteps of the man were heavy, he must be a strong man practicing martial arts.

"Master Shuang, I finally found you." Dayong shouted.

Wushuang didn't make any movement, still enjoying the alone time with his lover with his eyes closed. His ears could no longer hear any sound.

"Master Shuang? Master Shuang? Master Shuang! Huh? Huh?" Dayong then remembered that the current leader was a stupid man who was deaf and blind.

He walked up and patted Wushuang on the back. "Master Shuang, it's me, Dayong..."

Wushuang suddenly jumped up from the ground, pulled out the sharp hidden knife from his riding boots with one hand and put it on Dayong's neck. The sharp blade had left a blood mark on his neck. This is the place where his wife sleeps. He never

Allow anyone to get close.

Dayong opened his mouth in a daze. He was not a deaf and mute mentally retarded patient. Looking at his movements just now, it was astonishingly fast, even worse than his own son. Looking at his fierce eyes at this moment,

He was clearly the once all-powerful leader of the Northeast.

"Master Shuang... please don't... I am Dayong, Dayong, do you still recognize me?" I don't know whether Wushuang smelled the scent of Dayong or felt that this intruder was not a threat to him, so he finally let go

Got thorns in my hands.

"Oh my God, my dears, you scared me to death. You almost killed me just now! Okay, okay, there are no outsiders here. Stop pretending. Can you hear me?
To be continued...