The war between men and women never stopped, and the result was either the east wind overwhelming the westerly wind, or the west wind overcame the east wind, or the two sides were defeated.

However, in this protracted war, men occupy an innate advantage, most of the time on the offensive side, while women are mostly on the defensive side.

The so-called long-term loss, so the war between Xu Beiyou and Zhiyun ended with the loss of Zhiyun's back and lost.

When the two came to the Thousand Buddha Cave, it was already dark, most of the day's tourists had already left, leaving only one Buddha statue in the dark, without the spirit of the day, it was a bit gloomy and terrible.

The two of them came to the temple cave in the middle of the middle, knowing that the cloud was looking at the building of the black hole, and the back was cold, unconsciously lowering the sound, and whispered, “Or we won’t go up?”

Xu Beiyou took a fire fold from his back pocket, and after the fire was lit, he looked at the castle built on the wall by the weak fire and moonlight, and said, "It's a pity to come, it's a pity not to look at it."

Zhiyun grabbed one of Xu Beiyou's sleeves and sounded smaller, "But it's so dark, it's scary to look at."

Xu Beiyou said with some helplessness: "Dead people, you are not afraid, even afraid of the dark?"

The cloud whispered, “Coll be the same?The dead man is dead, it is a stinking skin, but who knows what is in such a dark place, perhaps hiding the devil who eats the heart of the heart, or the old demon who sucks the soul."

Xu Beiyou understood that the path aunt was not afraid of black, but the unknown in the darkness, just like the world's fear of ghosts, coupled with the terrible impression left by the two town magic hall deacons in the Dragon Gate Inn, more and more let this unso-godged little sister-in-law as a mouse.

Xu Beiyou can only pretend to be Haomai: "Afraid of what, there is me, what demons can not be close."

He looked at Xu Beiyou, and looked at the dark Buddha Cave as if he wanted to choose the two, comparing the two, and hesitating.

At this time, a large, small and two figures were turned from behind the large Buddha statue on the left side of the temple cave.

Xu Beiyou looked around, is two monks, the big monk holding a torch, the face under the fire is gentle and elegant, the small monk is holding hands, a pair of black eyes are looking curiously at Xu Beiyou and know the cloud.

The monk looked up and down the next two people, looked at Tianlan slightly, and asked, “Are you the apprentice of Gongsun Zhongmou?”

Xu Beiyou was slightly stunned, and then jerked to the hilt of the sword of heaven, and blocked the cloud behind him.

The middle-of-the-life monk waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, my name is Zhang No. I'm sick, Gongsun Zhongmou once came to see me."

Xu Beiyou then remembered that Master was indeed going to see an old friend before entering Dunhuang City, so his vigilance was slightly reduced, and he asked in a deep voice: "How did the master see my identity?"

Zhang without a sick smile, "Young man, your sword is too conspicuous, it is best to do something to cover up, like this girl, you can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

The North is a bit ashamed.Ten years ago, when Master left him this stump, he warned him that he could not easily reveal the green front in front of outsiders, so he kept wrapping Tianlan in front of him with a cloth, but after meeting Master again, he left the warning behind him.

Xu Beiyou sincerely thanked him: "Thank you Master for mentioning the point."

Zhang Wuxi shook his head and said, "I am not a master, I can call Zhang without illness."

Xu Beiyou went from the good to the stream and nodded, "Well, Zhang is not sick."

Zhang's face was a little pale, staring at Xu Beiyou slowly said: "The Gong Sun Zhongmou said before leaving that he would let his passerby visit me again, but I did not expect it to be so fast."

Xu Beiyou was slightly embarrassed, he had not seen Master at all these days, and naturally he would not have been ordered by the teacher to visit Zhang without illness, which can only be attributed to the word coincidence.

Zhang Wuxi shook his head and half said to himself, "If you are here, then it is God's will, let me go."

Zhang no disease signaled that the little monk around him went to sleep and turned and walked in front.

Xu Beiyou hesitated, so that Zhiyun remained in place and followed Zhang alone.

The two of them walked between the heavy caves.

Xu Beiyou asked, “Senior... Zhang is not sick, do you know my master’s affairs?”

Zhang did not look back, flatly replied: "Know some, the Gongsun Zhongmou is the master of the family of the public and the father of the sword, the name is very large, but the Gongsun family and the sword have disappeared, in fact, it is just an empty name, over the years, the Gongsun Zhongmou contacted all kinds of frustrated people, the delusion to unite against the Daomen and the court, I am also one of the frustrated people in his eyes."

The North frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

What Master is doing, Xu Beiyou has always just had a general guess, probably can be described in eight words, grass snake gray line, volt thousands of miles.

As for how many dark children Master buried and how many backhands, Xu Beiyou did not know anything.

Zhang no disease said nothing more, just subconsciously pressed the knife in the lower waist.

Daomen has a town magic hall, the court has a dark house, and the Buddha Gate, as one of the three sects that was once tied with the Daomen, has eight people.

The eight responsibilities of the people's protection of the Fa symbolize the anger of the Bodhisattva outside of the mercy of the King,

The eight men, one day, the two dragons, the three-night fork, the four Qandabama, the five Asuras, the six-carmel, the seven-close-nairs, and the eight-moth-flowering.

The dragons are extremely high, second only to the eight heads of the heavens.Even by force, it is only weaker than the heavenly people who have the emperor and the great Brahma, and the Asura, who is known for his violent blood.

The Lord of the Dragons, the King of the Five Dragons, is the King of the Dragons.

After walking for about half an hour, Zhang Wuxi stopped in front of a dark and small Buddhist cave and slowly said, "Swords twelve swords, except for the two swords already in your teachers' and disciples' hands, and there are other ten swords scattered in the world, and now Gongsun Zhongmou wants to re-set the twelve swords, which is coincidental, I happen to have a sword here."

It is still calm on the north side of the tour, but in the bottom of the heart it is a stormy wave.

He knows what each sword represents, but Tianlan a sword can make him directly promoted from five products to three, and even there is room to continue to climb, if there is another sword, what kind of majestic weather should it be?

The twelve swords contain one-third of the sword spirit of the ancestor of the sword, and the ancestor of the sword had once pressed twenty-four real people with one sword, even if it was one-third, which was equivalent to eight great real people, worthy of the name of the immortal.

This sword is secret, even if Zhang is sick, the dragon king can not know, he just vaguely guessed that the public Sun Zhongmou re-conspired to re-set the twelve swords and the young people in front of them.

Zhang Wuxi turned around to travel to Xu Bei, then extended his right hand, and a light flew out of the Buddha Cave and fell into his palm.

The light disappears, revealing its true face.

This is a sword with a narrow sword, I don't know what kind of material to make, the whole body is light and dark red luster, the sword is awe-inspiring.

Zhang no disease does not have the unique royal sword method of the sword, so the long sword is like an untamed wild horse, constantly trembling and jumping, trying to escape the five fingers of Zhang No disease.

Countless swords frantically haunted the sickly right hand, and even on his face he had a dark red glow, but he could not leave a trace.

If the public Sun Zhongmou saw this scene, I am afraid to admire a good undefeated gold body.

Zhang no disease raised the sword in his hand, gently abject, the sword suddenly dissipated without a trace, and the sword suddenly quieted down.

He said slowly, "This sword is called evil, and it was from my early years from the hands of a man-eating demon."