Chapter 658

Yin Feng looked back at him and didn't understand what he wanted to say.

"In fact, from the point of view of monks, I have no problem with my ideas, but why do not many people support me? Because they fear the unknown? No, because they have too much known. " Yin San took back his sight and looked at the Liu clan ancestral hall in the distance: "monks who can't fly will often leave their own blood. Even my two good disciples can't avoid vulgarity. How can they watch these people and future generations be killed by me?

Old Xuanyin touched his head and said, "it's normal."

Yin San looked at him and asked, "what about you?"

Xuanyin's ancestor still had several decades of Shouyuan left, but he didn't mean to leave blood descendants. He said, "I heard that guy Su ziye did well in the West."

Yin Feng mocked and said, "you actually put your hope on a disciple who dares to betray you?"

Old Xuanyin sneered and said, "you bird, how can you understand what human inheritance means."

Yin San smiled and continued: "the ancestor of the Liu family is the younger brother of Liu CI. In order to avoid disaster for future generations, Liu CI arranged it in this small mountain village. I just want them to live. Who ever thought of a Liu who is ten years old. After Liu CI died, there was no one to look after him. This place has become what it is now. It's worse than the yuan family in Lelang county. "

Yin Feng listened to the voice coming from the ancestral temple, put her head in disgust and said, "I don't know what it means for them to live like this."

Yin San said, "it's really meaningless and useless for ordinary people to live like this."

With these words, he lowered himself to the ground, picked up a small stone, and then bounced out.

The door of the farmhouse is closed.

The little stone fell on the door with a soft snap.

A flower opened on the door panel, which was a sputtered wooden thorn.

The little stone broke out of the door, continued to move forward in the night sky and met the tree by the pond.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu used to lie here and taught Liu shisui's mental skill of Qingshan sect.

There was another light noise, the bark cracked, the sawdust flew around, and a small penetrating hole appeared.

The pebble continued to fly forward.

Fly over the rice field cut like the head of Xuanyin ancestor.

Flying through the forest like a cloudy phoenix tail feather.

Punch a small hole in the plaque of the ancestral hall.

Through the light in the ancestral hall.

The cry of a naked widow in ragged clothes.

Through the eyes staring at her body full of justice and malice.

Through the faint breath of the dying tenant who fell in a pool of blood.

Came to the deepest and highest place of the ancestral hall.

There is a master chair there.

On the chair sat the old man of the Liu family.

There was another soft snap.

A blood hole appeared in the middle of uncle Liu's eyebrow.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out.

He fell back slowly.

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On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin three carried small stones with half clothes and smashed mice all day. None of them could be killed because he didn't want to.

He is good at killing people. Whether he is willing or not depends on the mood at that time.

Pop, pop, pop!

The pebbles kept flying, leaving countless small holes in the door panel and countless white lines in the village under the night.

There was no scream, but there was a cry of surprise and a sound of running until it gradually sank and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in Liu's ancestral hall and houses, and fell in a pool of blood.

Yin clapped his hands and looked into the distance of the night again.

The nine peaks of green mountain are right there.

Shangde peak is the third peak, so my name is Yinsan.

Shenmo peak is the ninth peak, so you call it well nine.

This is a new life.

You stepped into a new river.

I shouldn't have done that.

I'm not Yin San.

I am still the big river, running east, vast and mighty. I will die if I follow me and go against me.

"Let's go." He whispered.

Yin Feng didn't dare to fly near the green mountain. She fell to the ground and ran forward like a lizard.

Father Xuanyin squatted down and carried him up.

The green hill is still there at night.

They went to the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment on, he is no longer Yin San.

He is Taiping immortal.

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When Liu came back at the age of ten, it was a few days later.

A shiny sound.

Buer sword turned into a bright light, took back his wrist and turned into a sword bracelet, especially trembling slightly to express his uneasiness.

A few days later, the smell of blood still permeated the mountain village. Fortunately, the green mountain disciples arrived in time and the bodies did not rot. Hundreds of corpses were stacked in the rice fields, including men and women, old and young. There was a blood hole in the eyebrows. The picture looked very terrible. Whether they were green mountain disciples, yamen servants in prefectures or officials of the Qingtian department, they were cleared out. Zhao Layue squatted alone in front of the bodies and looked at them. Liu ten years old walked behind her, clenched his fists slightly and said, "can you catch up with them?" Since his parents died, he has never returned to the small mountain village and has never seen these relatives. Maybe some of them have a way to die, but what are the sins of those children“ It's no use catching up. " Zhao La Yue stood up and said, "three people are walking in the sky... No one can kill them unless they use the green mountain sword array." Liu ten years old was silent for a while and said, "I hope they don't grow old too fast and die too early." Zhao Layue said, "I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near the green mountain because of Fang Jingtian's venting? Or does he just hate immortal Liu CI? "“ Neither. " When Liu was ten years old, he looked at the bodies in the rice field and said, "this is a war letter for the childe." The autumn wind rises, first clear and then cold, and the mainland is about to usher in another winter. What happened in Qingshan soon spread all over the mainland. People knew that Fang Jingtian was defeated by the well nine swords, and they also knew the murder case in that mountain village. It was not until this time that the young disciples of the spiritual world and the Qingshan sect finally understood why their teachers were so vigilant when they mentioned the Taiping immortal and only wanted to kill each other. This grandmaster is crazy. In the next few days, no similar thing happened. Immortal Taiping, Xuanyin ancestor and Yinfeng disappeared again, and the whole continent became calm. However, both Chaoge city and the mountain gates of various sects smelled the ominous smell of the autumn wind. Even the great king of fire carp at the bottom of Lengshan mountain gave a strong warning and swam to the depths of the magmatic river, Until I came to the huge transparent wall that separates the world from the underworld, I was a little relieved. These ominous smells and warnings come from the great murders hidden in the calm. Like before the storm, like before dawn, like before the destruction of the world. Everyone knows what immortal Taiping must do. The question is where he is and what he is doing now? Qingshanzong sent many disciples of liangqiaofeng to search along both sides of the turbid water. Gu Han forcibly ignored the rule that they can't go out of the mountain before breaking the sea. Jing Jiu didn't know why, so he chose to ignore it. In the battle of the imperial song city a hundred years ago, the rolling curtain people of the imperial court and bu Laolin cooperated with each other unintentionally. After that, both sides maintained a superficial calm, and this time the calm was torn. The roller shutter man has secretly collected information for more than 100 years at Gu Qing's sign. This time, he cooperated with the Qing Tiansi to start another encirclement and suppression. Many of the remaining evils of the old Lin hidden in various sects and departments have been exposed. From Chaoge city to Guocheng temple, from Qianli wind corridor to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night began almost at the same time. I don't know how many people died quietly. But no one could find the Taiping immortal, not even a trace. He seemed to disappear in the air. After winter, it is naturally spring. There is a strong wind in the Qianli wind corridor. Unlike in previous years, many representatives of sects and the imperial court came against the wind and went to yimaozhai one after another. Well nine told Liu shisui in Chaoge city that there was something wrong with Bu qiuxiao, and it was a good thing. This is sanctification. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.