The Path Toward Heaven

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.