The light rain fell, and it was as hazy as a misty dream.

In the hot season at the end of May, such a mist and rain is a rare event. But if it is paired with a thatched cottage and a man who is sitting in the thatched cottage, pouring himself a drink, it will become even more special.

It is an interesting scene, as if it corresponds to an ink painting of rivers and lakes, with the sound of rain composing a song, jumping on the thatch - leaning against the building to listen to the wind and rain, looking at the rivers and lakes road indifferently.

It's a pity that there are often people who lean on the building to listen to the wind and rain, but there are not many people who look down on the rivers and lakes.

After entering the world, everyone wants to be famous and admired by others, but at the end of the day, they also want to become famous in a certain place or a certain sect without doing nothing. How can people look down upon this?

Jiang Dali, who is now at the pinnacle of the world, should be qualified to look down on the world. At least he is very bearish on the current player forums or the hot posts about him in the world...

He laughed off all the heated discussions about 'The master of Black Wind Village is dying', 'The master of Black Wind Village can't go any further', 'No matter how long the eagle of Black Wind Village is, it will eventually be difficult to advance into the core of the Holy Dynasty'.

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Seriously, I'm tired of it.

Even though he has rarely appeared in front of players recently, he is still the one they miss. This is also the trouble of being a charming legendary NPC boss...

There is no way, ever since he rose to prominence nearly three years ago, he has been out of control. Since then, he has become the inevitable target of players' attention every day.

The legend of Brother remains everywhere.

But at this time, there are more important things in the world that require his intervention...

At this time, he has developed a unique sense. Recently, he has developed a sharper ability to observe Qi caused by studying the magical power of Shattering the Void. Even if he is sitting alone in the thatched cottage, he can easily capture two light skills a hundred miles away.

Gao Jue's figure was flying over the eaves and walls of a city before trudging over quickly.

He concentrated for a moment, and a relatively fuzzy picture emerged in his mind based on the locking of Qi Machine.

I saw two figures moving around with superb movements.

A person is like a bird flying in the sky, flapping its wings and gliding, often leaping more than twenty feet with just one lift of energy;

The other person was walking like a wave, walking quickly on the ground. He was shuttled across the ground like an arrow piercing the clouds. His speed was only slightly faster than the former, and waves of flying sand and rocks were set off around him like small tornadoes. Looking from a distance,

It was like a gust of wind and sand blowing by. Who could clearly see the figure of the fat monk swept by the wind and sand?

The body skills of the two of them are not the Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens, but comparable to the Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens. They are not the Lingbo Weibu, but better than the Lingbo Weibu. However, they are the manifestation of the Qinggong Shenfa that has reached the state of transformation and is omnipotent.

These two people were obviously Shaolin monks Hui Qi and Hui En.

When Jiang Dali's power machine locked onto the two of them, both of them felt the undisguised aura of the strong man locking onto them. They felt it in their hearts, and in their thoughts, Jiang Dali's thoughts emerged in their minds.

Sitting in a thatched hut, holding a wine bottle in hand, a pair of tiger eyes become dazzling with lightning, and his gaze is strange.

"Master Jiangzhai!"

"Amitabha! Master Jiangzhai can telepathically communicate with poor monks and junior fellow apprentices from a hundred miles away. This is really Bodhidharma's skill, the only one seen in the world."

Both monks Hui En and Hui Qi followed the telepathy transmitted by Jiang Dali to emit their spirits and establish a deeper connection with them in their souls.

Jiang Dali smiled calmly and said lightly, "It's just a thousand-mile soul lock. It's far away from the supernatural power of your ancestor Bodhidharma."

Having said that, Jiang Dali also understood that the telepathic ability displayed was an ability that many top masters would find difficult to achieve simply by locking the soul from a thousand miles away.

For example, a powerful person like Qin Shihuang who broke the boundary needed Heshibi as a medium to telepathically transmit his own image into the minds of others and communicate with them across a long distance.

Of course, if the distance is only a thousand miles, such a strong person may not need a medium to achieve this method.

During the exchange, Hui En and Hui Qi also approached very quickly, and they were several miles away in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Dali suddenly felt blessed again. He sensed several other familiar scents, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a faint smile.

"婠婠... you are here after all."

Shui Fuyi's fighting spirit, which was extremely consistent with his soul, immediately matched his telepathy.

Another extremely clear picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

In that picture, the gurgling stream snakes out from the mountains like a silver thread, and above the blue sky and white clouds, a huge magic eagle with black feathers is flapping its wings and gliding over.

But I saw three women, some with light make-up, bright lip gloss, white clothes with the wind, red jade hair, looking charming in the smoke;

Or it may be beautiful, delicate and noble, dignified and graceful, with a smile as bright as a flower;

Or elegant and moving, graceful and slender, with a high bun, noble and majestic, cool as the moon and frost, it can be said that they are all beautiful in their own way, and they all have various styles.

The three women stand together on the back of an eagle. They are really like a "hibiscus is not as beautiful as the makeup, the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and greens", one is "unmatched in beauty for eternity, a regret in the round is like a fairy", and the other is a person with a strong and far-reaching meaning.

And it is true, the texture is fine and the bones and flesh are even, it is enough to conquer but it has countless flowers.

These three women are clearly Huanwan, Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing.

At this time, the three women also had the powerful image of Jiang Dali in their minds, and they couldn't help but feel as if they were timid in their hometown and passionate in love with their husband, and their hearts trembled slightly.

Huanwan felt the image of Jiang Dali appearing in her mind, and her long eyelashes flashed with her eyes, as if she was looking at Jiang Dali from afar, wanting to see if the person she had been thinking about so much was really as rumored in the world.

He was seriously injured.

Suddenly she showed a proud smile, with two shallow pear dimples in her smile, and said:

"If we sisters hadn't made an appointment to come to see you, you, a bad guy, would probably still want to avoid us? I think we should just leave when we get here. Now it's okay to just look at you like this in my mind and send us away.

Miles."

Jiang Dali was angry and funny, and he mentally sensed, "If you want to see me, you can do it at any time. I, Jiang Dali, am rampant in the world and won't avoid others, so how can I avoid you?"

"Zhai leader, Sister Huanhan is obviously joking. She always talks about being tough, but in reality she doesn't mean what she says."

Wang Yuyan also tried spiritual sensing.

Huanwan smiled narrowly and said, "Sister Yuyan, sister, my little mouth is quite powerful. The leader of the village has tried it before. As for whether my heart is full of tears, you also know this?

Sister, do you want me to teach you? In the future, we sisters will serve the village master well together."

"Ah! Sister Huanhan, you!!"

Wang Yuyan looked slightly startled at first, but when she heard it, even the roots of her ears turned red, a beautiful red cloud flew up from her crystal-clear pink cheeks, and her face was so shy and so hot that it turned red, and she spat hurriedly

He stopped talking and changed the subject angrily.

Only Murong Qingqing still stood aside with her elegant and charming appearance. While watching with a smile, she also quietly looked at Jiang Dali's majestic figure. Although she pretended to be fine on the surface, she didn't know what she was feeling in her heart.

"The eminent Shaolin monk has arrived. The three of you should come quickly as well."

Jiang Dali had long been accustomed to the quirkiness of the little goblin Huanwan, and knew that he should not give this woman a chance to beat the snake, otherwise she would be entangled and unable to escape, so he immediately changed the topic to save Wang Yuyan, and gathered his energy to convey his thoughts.

When I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of clothes fluttering not far away. Two pieces of brilliant light were reflected in the sunlight. It was the two bald heads Hui En and Hui Qi who used their body skills to step on the branches and leaves and quickly approached the thatched cottage.

He put down the wine bottle, stood up and stood with his hands behind his hands, turned to look at the two of them, clasped his fists and smiled loudly, "I have been waiting for you two eminent monks for a long time. Bodhidharma's heart was lost in my hands, and I deeply regret it."

"Amitabha! What is the reason for the tall buildings? The pavilion was built in the nunnery in the previous life. The reason for being blessed with fortune and wealth is the nunnery gate of Shimi Temple in the previous life. Donor Jiang, there is no need to worry about it. The poor monks and senior brothers are here to help you, the benefactor, resolve this difficulty."

Hui Qi jumped down like a big bird, turned around and landed in the thatched cottage. He reached out and touched the nine black and white chess pieces with a unique shape embedded in the ring scar on his head. He laughed and put his hands together in a salute.

"Amitabha! If you want to know the cause of the past life, who is the recipient in this life; if you want to know the result of the future life, who is the author of this life. Although the cause and effect are man-made, they are all arranged by God. Donor Jiang, why do you need to regret and blame yourself?"

In the wind and sand, Hui En's voice came with a long smile. A gust of wind and sand blew to the side of the thatched cottage and then dispersed, revealing Hui En's familiar figure as fat as Maitreya Buddha after the wind and sand were gone.

"Destined by fate?"

Jiang Dali smiled calmly and calmly, looked up at the sky with wild eyes, and said calmly, "If this matter is decided by heaven, the owner of this account book will be all on the head of God, and he will definitely have to pay for it in the future.

Liquidate them all together."

Such outrageous words made the two monks immediately feel their hearts skip a beat.

Only then did I remember that this person had recently made a breakthrough in Wushuang City. Although he failed in the end, his bravery and strength alone were enough to arrogate all the heroes in the world. It was natural for him to talk about God's will in front of this madman.

The compliment rubbed off on the horse's legs.

The two of them immediately changed the topic to Bodhidharma's heart, and stopped talking about God's will or cause and effect, so as not to say the wrong thing again and get into trouble.

Hui En said solemnly, "Donor Jiang, six days have passed since the day when Bodhidharma's heart was opened. Even though the poor monk and his junior brother set out to find you that day, they didn't know that you suddenly went to Wushuang City.

, so after many twists and turns on the way, I came to meet you today.

Now that these six days have passed, the poor monk is afraid that the location of the catastrophe revealed by opening Bodhidharma's heart has been noticed by some top experts. Now, in order to find the location of the catastrophe before those people, the poor monk is willing to

Sacrifice yourself and borrow the power of your master to open your clairvoyance again to locate the leaked catastrophe. Then Donor Hou Jiang and his junior brother ride the dragon there, and they should be able to get there first."

"Do you want to have clairvoyance?"

Jiang Dali frowned and stared at Hui En, and said thoughtfully, "As far as I know, the monk who guarded the cave before you in Shaolin opened the clairvoyance for the sweeping monk, and then passed away. You also choose to sacrifice yourself?"

Hui En laughed, her face was like Maitreya, she patted her bulging belly and said with a smile, "What is sacrifice? What is not sacrifice? I have always been a monk who has been a wine and meat monk. I have been a wine and meat monk for so many years.

Eat enough, drink enough, and sacrifice yourself to conquer the world. In the eyes of the poor monk, this is not called sacrifice, but earned."

"Hehehehe..."

At this time, a burst of female laughter like silver bells came from far and near, and Huanwan's sweet voice came closer with the wind, "The so-called Yueming Monk saved Liu Cui... Monk, you have spent these years...

You’ve eaten enough, you’ve drunk enough, but you’ve had enough fun? I wonder if the meat you’ve eaten has the scent of a woman’s flesh? Wouldn’t it be a pity if you died before you could smell the scent of a woman’s meat?”

When Hui En and Hui Qi heard the sound of Wan Wan, they immediately felt hot all over, and there was a demonic sound in their eardrums. There were many desires, thoughts, and illusions in their hearts. Jun said it was such a powerful "devil's sound", so they hurriedly filled their eardrums with their inner energy and chanted silently.

The Buddhist scriptures deterred me from thinking, and I took another closer look.

There was a burst of sweet laughter from the sky, and Huanhua flew down from the magic eagle like a goddess scattering flowers, and his hands turned into thousands of sleeves.

The two monks felt a blur before their eyes, a gust of fragrant wind had passed by them, but it had swept to the opposite side of Jiang Dali as if teasing them, and his sleeves were wrapped around the burly body that overcame all the heroes in the world...

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Chapter completed!