A world of rain and clouds.

A little light moved quickly on the bank of the Yangtze River in Wuchang Prefecture.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

A thin figure, riding a horse with one hand and holding a lantern in the other, was rushing on the road overnight.

The lights reflected a young face, which looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she was wearing thick clothes and linen, her eyes were extremely lively.

At this time, he looked anxious, obviously worried about missing the transition.

The horse stopped, and the young man got off his horse and walked to the empty ferry. He shouted in distress: "This time it's miserable. When he goes back, the wicked butler must have a good look."

The boy walked to the edge of the ferry and sat down. He was worried about his encounter tomorrow morning and inserted the lantern into the gap between the wooden boards.

"oops."

The boy was startled. Under the illumination of the lantern, one hand stretched out from the water from the rapids and grabbed the three-inch crossbar under the ferry.

The boy only felt his scalp numb and trembled, "Water ghost, don't scare me."

The veins of the hand holding the horizontal tree suddenly jumped, and then a human head emerged in the sound of "crying" water.

"Help me." A weak voice came from the head.

The boy was frightened to death. When he was young, he heard stories about water ghosts looking for a substitute and immediately rushed to his heart. He said tremblingly: "Brother Water Ghost, I...I can't help you."

The man whispered and said weakly: "I am a human... a human... not a water ghost..."

The young man's narrow mind gradually overwhelmed his fear. He grabbed the wooden pillar of the ferry with his left hand, reached down with one hand, and grabbed the man's wrist. The man took advantage of the opportunity to turn up the ferry with his head and lay on the ground, breathing.

The boy's suspicion was gone. This man was not a water ghost, and his courage suddenly became much stronger.

He threw himself to the man and asked with concern: "How are you?"

The man opened his eyes without any spirit. When he was about to speak, his body suddenly bent and spewed out a cloud of blood mist on his mouth, and he fainted.

The boy had never encountered such a thing before. After a while of a loss, he calmed down: "It's a big deal to save people, so you must ignore this matter. The day before yesterday I heard that a miracle doctor came to Dongshan Village. The only way to do this was to send him there."

After setting the goal, the young man took great effort to carry the young man onto the horse, and he also went up to the horse. With a drawstring, the two of them rode and disappeared into the darkness.

Half an hour later, the boy got lost in the mountains and fields. The lanterns burned out, and the boundless darkness around him seemed to be swallowing him. The man leaned on the saddle in front of him became weaker and weaker, and he was so anxious that he was almost about to cry.

"Hey, there's light there."

The boy suddenly exclaimed, and his face showed joy. There was a faint flash of fire in the sparse forest more than two hundred steps away.

He ran forward with a horse's belly, as if a drowning man had encountered a piece of driftwood.

A dilapidated mountain temple appeared in front of the boy, and the lights came from it.

The young man dismounted from his horse, led his horse through the broken temple gate, and entered the temple.

In front of the dilapidated clay mountain god statue, three red candles were burning crackling.

An old monk with kind-eyed and white hair and white hair sat cross-legged in front of the statue, looking at least in his eighties.

The boy hurriedly shouted, "Master, someone is injured..."

I didn't see any movement of the monk. I saw a flash of eyes, and my short and fat body had already stood beside the injured man.

The monk lifted the man from the horse's back to the ground and lay it flat, which was extremely relaxed, as if he was holding a scarecrow.

At the same time, a box of silver needles was taken out and his hands were dancing. The boy could hardly even see the shadow. The monk had instantly inserted seven long shiny needles on the man's chest.

The injured man breathed smoothly, and a normal blood color finally appeared on his pale face.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the boy: "Brother, don't you know the name of Gao?"

The young man was flattered. The masters in the master's mansion refused to even look at him. The monk's expression and demeanor were far superior to the martial arts figures he met. He was so kind. He hurriedly said: "I am the abandoned baby picked up by the cypress tree by the mansion, so his surname is Han and his name is Bai."

"Good name, good name, by the way, how did you meet this person?"

The old monk nodded and asked about the success of saving people.

Han Bai and Pan told him that they did not hide it at all.

After hearing this, the monk frowned: "There are not many people in this world who can hurt him. Who hurt him so seriously?"

Han Yanyidao said, "Master, do you recognize him?"

The monk pondered: "This man is named Feng Xinglie, and he is known as the most outstanding master in the new generation of martial arts. Speaking of which, he has a lot of connection with me "Jing Nian Zen", so the old monk cannot ignore this matter."

Han Bai's eyes widened and said in surprise: "The master was originally a master of "Zhunian Zen". It's incredible. I, Han, would have met the master of "Zhunian Zen"."

Han was afraid that he was a slave of a martial arts family. He was influenced by the ears and heard countless strange things in the world. The one he admired the most was the "Jingmin Zen" and "Cihang Jingzhai", which were also known as the two holy places in the martial arts world.

Han Bai pointed to Feng Xinglie on the ground and said with concern: "Will he have any trouble?"

The monk sighed and said, "Life and death are destined, the true energy that invaded his body is extremely cold, and his true energy is also strangely decayed. The old monk can only save his life for the time being. Whether it can be restored depends on his luck." His snow-white eyebrows suddenly moved: "Someone is coming."

After saying that, before Han Bai could listen carefully, a man broke into the mountain temple.

In an instant, the entire mountain temple became dark in an instant, and it seemed that all the light was absorbed by the people.

Han Bai looked carefully, but saw the visitor wearing a white robe, black hair pouring like a waterfall, and his face revealed a crystal color like jade, with a high temperament, and a super ordinary temperament, as if he was a celestial being from the nine heavens, not like ordinary people.

Han Bai was stunned, and he never thought that there would be such a dazzling and peerless person in the world.

Even the monk couldn't help but feel amazed at this moment.

He has been knowledgeable in his life and has known countless people. He has also seen Li Ruohai, a master of the blacklist. Li Ruohai's face is handsome and flawless, and is also inlaid with eyes that are brighter than gems that shine in the deep black ocean.

But the "evil spirit" Li Ruohai is still in the imagination of ordinary people. The person in front of him seems to be a god and demon standing at the peak and center of the world, with incredible charm, making people unable to open their eyes at all.

Therefore, when the old monk saw this person, the first thing he thought of was not the same handsome and elegant "evil spirit" Li Ruohai, but the Pang Ban, who was nicknamed "Demon Master" and was known as "the first person in ancient and modern times in the Demon Sect."

"I'll break in and I hope you don't want to be surprised." The person who came was wearing a roll of clothes and was very polite, which gave him a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

Han Bai said hurriedly: "I just came in."

He was a servant, and he was humble and humble in his daily life, and no one took him seriously.

But today when I saw the great monk and the man in white robe, I realized that even if those true seniors are arrogant, they are hidden in their bones and will never be arrogant on weekdays.

But only those who are not up and down and do not have many abilities prefer to pretend to be arrogant and want to label "people are superior" on their faces, so that everyone can look up to him.

The monk clasped his hands together and smiled and said, "We are just passers-by who are staying in the temple of the mountain. Donors don't need to be too polite."

The man in white robe laughed and said, "A good monk, he is not careful. Xia Yunmo from a certain family dares to ask for the two names of Gao."

The monk said: "I am a monk who can pass by."

Han Bai also said hurriedly: "My name is Han Bai."

"Guangdu? Han Bai?"

The man thought for a moment, and suddenly a divine light burst out in his eyes, like lightning flashing down the sky, making the entire mountain temple bright, as if it was daylight.

Han Bai was startled, but was not too surprised. After all, he only knew that the person in front of him was a master in the martial arts world. These masters flew around and had all kinds of incredible means, which seemed not surprising.

Guangdu couldn't help but be stunned, his plain face showed a look of surprise, and he said moved: "Is this the rumored Void Electric Power Generation?"

"Haha, that's right."

Xia Yunmo laughed, staring directly at Feng Xinglie on the ground, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's really a place to search for something without any effort. Feng Xinglie, hey, you're here."

Guangdu frowned slightly and said, "What does the donor mean?"

"Has Master Guangdu heard of the great magic method of the Taoist heart planting demons?" Xia Yunmo asked without answering.

A solemn expression flashed in Guangdu's eyes, and he nodded and said, "The old monk Xu Du has a lifetime. Although he has a shallow understanding, he has also heard of this magic skill."

Xia Yunmo said: "Then Master Guangdu must also know the "magic master" Pang Ban."

Guangdu nodded again: "The master of the magician is famous, I'm afraid there are not many people who don't know about it in the martial arts world."

Xia Yunmo said leisurely: "The "demon master" Pang Ban inherited the Meng Chixing lineage of the "Demon Sect" a hundred years ago, and was known for his spirit to control matter. Twenty years ago, Pang Ban was the number one person in the Demon Sect. It was difficult to find the enemy of Lily in the world. In order to further improve, he went from demons to the Tao, so he marched into the "Dao Heart Demon Great Dharma" that no one could cultivate."

Regardless of Master Guangdu's shock, Xia Yunmo told this secret martial arts that ordinary people could not imagine: "As the name suggests, the most critical process is to find a master of righteousness with outstanding talents and firm Zen hearts as the "furnace and cauldron" for practicing qigong."

Xia Yunmo pointed to Feng Xingli, who was lying on the ground and said lightly: "Feng Xingli's heart is crystal clear and flawless, and it is the best "furnace cauldron" that is once a thousand years old. Pang Ban chose him to be the furnace cauldron. The process of practicing this magic skill does not need to be described in detail. After sowing the "demon seed", those who are the furnace cauldron will surely wither and die. Feng Xingli has another adventure. Although he saved his life, his skills have been greatly reduced."

"If I was not wrong, Feng Xingli must have encountered the "magic master" Pang Ban, who escaped by chance, but was seriously injured."

Guangdu was stunned for a long time before saying, "So there is such a reason." He turned his eyes to Feng Xinglie and became more and more serious.

If you say that you originally saved Feng Xinglie, it is because he has a certain relationship with Jingnian Zen Buddhism, and his compassionate heart.

Then I understand the importance of Feng Xinglie even more. Even if I fight to the death, I cannot let him fall into the Demon Sect.

Feng Xinglie has a magic seed with a puppet on his body.

If Feng Xinglie falls into the Demon Sect, Pang Ban may take this opportunity to go to the next level, and his magical skills will be successful and a martial arts catastrophe will be launched.

Guangdu looked at Xia Yunmo again, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Who is this person? Could it be that he was the person sent by Pang Ban to deal with Feng Xinglie?"

This is not an unfounded guess.

At first, Xia Yunmo had an extraordinary aura. Just by looking at his qi, he knew that he was a rare master. Master Guangdu had never heard of such a master at all.

"Magic Master" Pang Ban retired to the world for twenty years. In the past twenty years, I don't know how many masters he has recruited and trained. The person in front of me might be one of them.

Secondly, Xia Yunmo was too familiar with Pang Ban and the "Daoxin Demon Great Dharma". Even if he was not Pang Ban's person, he would definitely be a member of the Demon Cult.
To be continued...