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"Guard Ye! You have done meritorious service, we will allow you to go to the Shaolin Temple to look for your second brother Ye Jinfeng. "

"Thank you, your majesty!" Ye Wuhai kowtowed to express his thanks, then said, "I wonder what other orders does Your Majesty have for this subject?"

"Go!"

"Prime Minister, thank you for your love! I will definitely pay a visit when I find my brother. "

"Alright then!" Chen Tian, Zhong Sha, was disappointed and said, "I hope you can go early and come back early."

"This official bids you farewell." With that, Ye Wuhai left with large strides.

Ten Thousand Flowers Palace. Bai Shuixian rushed to the palace, and reported to the Ten Thousand Flowers Palace Lord who was seated cross-legged: "Reporting to the branch master! The Guard Ye did not go to the Prime Minister's Estate. He has already prepared for Ma Dong to go. "

"En!" The corner of Princess Wan Hua's mouth curled up into a smile as she said, "Flower Protector!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Huangfu Liqi stood up.

"Lead the 'Thirteen Sisters of the South China Sea' to follow Ye Wuhai immediately. As soon as there's a situation, immediately send a message. "

"Yes sir!"

At the east gate of the capital, Ye Wuhai walked out.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wuhai had already flown over the bridge.

In the middle of the bridge, a purple officer immediately raised his spear as if waiting for someone to arrive.

At this time, Ye Wuhai stopped his horse at the man's side and cupped his hands: "Instructor Murong! Why are you here alone? "

"Guard Ye! "This Ba-bridge is a place for the Tang people to send off their guests and friends." 'Tang Ren sent his guests to the Soul-Slashing Bridge, while Liu Yi found it hard to endure! ' Today, I have come to send you off, and I hope that you can take care of yourself! "

Hearing Murong Shanshui's heartfelt words, Ye Wuhai was extremely excited as he said emotionally: "Thank you, Sect Leader Murong, for coming to send us off! For the past few days, you, God Tai Chi, Situ Taibao and Qin Tai Bao have helped me search for second brother's whereabouts. Now that I am going to Shaolin Temple to find second brother Ye Jinfeng, I hope that you all can take care of yourselves. "

"Go back to Shaolin. It's only ten days." I hope that I can wait for you to return to the capital ten days from now. "

"Thank you!" "See you later!"

After saying this, the two of them clasped their fists and said their goodbyes.

At this time, Murong Shanshui looked at Ye Wuhai who was flying away like a horse as dust flew to the east. He seemed to have heard the song of "Goodbye" and the faint sound of "Camel Bell" in the thousand-year old "Red" revolutionary movie "Forgiveness" from afar.

"I will never forget the grace you have shown me when I send you to the side of the road. If the heart of a countryman is bright, across the mountains and water will always look at each other.

As he sent the emperor under the tree, his heart was filled with more and more confidences. Accompanying the revolution was a rain of bullets that could kill the enemy!

Sending the Jun to the water, the son of a confidant of the words. "In the wind and in the waves, I will follow you as far as Nightingale."

Sending the Lord to the eaves is the beginning of the friendship of revolution. "

"Send your comrades off on a journey, silently shed two tears, and a camel's bell rings beside your ear;

Mountaineering, misty, revolutionary career often break up, sprinkle all the way camel's bell.

Deliver comrade-in-arms, fog hazy, heavy responsibilities and many difficulties, the ringing of camel's bell in the ear;

The road is long, the water is vast, the revolutionary career often break up, sprinkle all the way camel's bell.

Comrade! Comrade! My dear brother, be careful in the middle of the night.

Comrade! Comrade! "Dear brother, stay at the edge of the village and spread the good news that we will meet again!"

In just one day and one night, he had already passed by Lishan, Lintong Pass, Hong Men, Qin Shi Huang Tomb, Weinan, Hua County, Hua Yin (county city), Hua Shan, Tongguan, and then followed along the southern shore of the Yellow River to enter the Spirit Treasure, Shaanxi, Three Gate Gorge, Liu Chi, Yi Ma, Xin An and Luoyang. It was the morning of the 28th of the Moon.

Beside the mountain, Ye Wuhai was approaching from the northwest. The rugged and winding mountain path forced him to slow down the iron hooves of the horses beneath him.

At this time, Ye Wuhai was already deep within Mount Song. He looked up at the mountains, the hills, the jungle. Under the reflection of the eastern setting sun, a few ancient scatters were reflected in front of the Shaowang mountain, like a quiet and ancient painting of mountains and rivers, with an endless poetic feeling hidden deep within. Ye Wuhai knew in his heart that after passing the Elementary Ancestral Temple and the Pagoda Lin, they would soon reach the Shaolin Temple. In order to find second brother as soon as possible, he no longer had the time to savor the poetry in it. Thus, he once again increased his pace.

The destination was just ahead. Ye Wuhai galloped his horse, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of the horses' hooves stopped. He had leaped off his horse and was looking up at the door of Shaolin.

A thousand-year-old ancient temple. A mysterious place. Ye Wuhai had come here more than once. Every time he saw this place, he couldn't help but feel admiration for it. Over the years, it has experienced countless trials and hardships, the vicissitudes of the world and war. However, it still stood proudly in the mountain forest. Its "the best in the world" reputation is even more indefatigable. Everyone said, "all the skills in the world come to Shaolin." Ye Wuhai had been longing for this for a long time. It was just that he did not have the opportunity to study Shaolin martial arts in this ancient temple. Because of this, he couldn't help but feel proud of how deep his second brother was in this place, and he also felt admiration for him from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, the temple door opened leisurely, and an old monk floated out. Ye Wuhai could see clearly that this person was the Shaolin leader that he had once met.

"Old Sir Fang!" This disciple came all the way from the capital to look for brother. "

"Murder seeking?!" The old monk glanced at Ye Wuhai, and said: "Since you're looking for murder, why don't you go to Hua Mountain, why don't you go to Yan Mountain, and instead come to my Shaolin mountain to look for murder? "What is the logic behind this?"

"NO!" Old Fang Dang! You misunderstood. This disciple has come to find my brother. He was once known as the 'Draconidae' in Luoyang, and he was also known as the 'Flying Dragon' Ye Jinfeng, the leader of the 'Six Heroes of Shu East'. "

"Amitabha!" Excellent! Excellent! This old monk has been waiting for you for a long time. Half a year ago, you broke through my temple's' Eighteen Arhat Formation '. However, you've come to look for your brother now, but unfortunately he's already gone. "

"He's gone!?" Ye Wuhai could not help but be shocked, and asked: "Could it be that he left Shaolin again?"

"No!" Third Young Master, come with me! "

With that, the old man walked towards the Shaolin Sect. Seeing that, Ye Wuhai found it hard to understand, and followed closely. However, an ominous feeling was quietly rising in his heart.

There was silence along the way.

Until he reached the stone steps of the Great Hall, when the old man stopped and turned around to speak to Ye Wuhai who was following closely behind him: "Third Young Master, your second brother truly is worthy of being a strong person with both emotions and martial arts. Before he died, he told us that his third brother would definitely come to find him and tell us to pass on his inheritance to you. " As he said that, he handed three Plum Blossom Needles over to Ye Wuhai.

"Old Master Fang, what did you say?" "Could it be that my brother …" Ye Wuhai turned his gaze from the three Plum Blossom Needles to the old man in shock. He couldn't believe his ears!

"Sigh!" Your second brother had been poisoned by the Plum Blossom Needles, but he still managed to persevere for a few hours with his internal energy. "

"What?!" My brother is dead? "No way!" Ye Wuhai screamed in fear, "Where is he?"

"This old monk knows that you two brothers have a deep affection for each other. But according to your second brother's last words, we have turned him into ashes.

"AHH!" No, no, it was impossible, impossible! He can't possibly die without letting me see him! "That won't happen — —" Ye Wuhai pounded his chest as though he had gone mad.

"Third Young Master, before he died, your brother told us that only you could fulfill his long-cherished wish. He hoped that you could use these three Plum Blossom Needles to kill the 'Swallow Mountain's Wave Demon' and avenge him."

"Revenge?!" No! He was not killed by the wave demons. He was not reduced to ashes. "AHH!" Bro — Bro — "Ye Wuhai suddenly looked into the sky and shouted loudly," Bro — where are you? Where are you? Why? Why did this happen? Why don't you let your third brother see you again? Why? "Why not?"

Beneath the grief, Ye Wuhai cried in despair. She was so heartbroken that her limbs were powerless as she kneeled on the ground.

After a long while, the old man who was already in tears slowly walked to the third young master's side, patted his shoulder and said, "Third young master, you don't have to be too sad. Your second brother still has something left for you, that white dragonhorse. It would be best for you to grieve and take your horse away from here. "

After hearing this, Ye Wuhai couldn't help but wipe away her tears, and ask: "Old Master Fang, where was my brother buried? Quick, take me to see him! "

"Ai!" The old man sighed and said, "You won't be able to see it. According to your brother's last words, we have already scattered his ashes into the mountains and rivers, perhaps because we didn't want you to see his face, so he left without leaving a trace. "

At this point, Ye Wuhai's last sliver of hope was completely extinguished, and his heart became cold once more. However, at this moment, he no longer had tears in his eyes. He just stood there in a daze, thinking back and forth about what the old man had said. He felt a chill go down his spine – ever since he and his second brother had parted on bad terms, they had parted for generations! What made him even more heartbroken was that his second brother was actually so angry at him that he could not even see his ashes. This was truly a regret that he would never be able to cure in his entire life. But how could he recover everything that had passed away, when everything had gone so mercilessly and so vainly away? "Yesterday, the East Stream was already far away from me." He believed that time would dilute everything. "Today's world is still drifting", "tomorrow will be a new day for all the people in the Ming Dynasty", "let the past be the past", how could he be trapped in "the troubles of today and the Ming Dynasty" for a long time? Therefore, Ye Wuhai cut off the worry in his heart, and decided to listen to the advice of the old man, stopping the sorrow in his heart. He stepped onto the stage and left the white dragonhorse with him to roam the martial arts world, in order to fulfill his long-cherished wish. Thus, Ye Wuhai turned to look at the white dragonhorse left behind by his second brother, and once again, he seemed to see the majestic and proud "Soaring Dragon". He was filled with longing, yearning, encouragement, and motivation. It strengthened his determination to once again roam the martial arts world and defeat all evil and evil. Finally, Ye Wuhai turned to the old man and said: "Good, old man! I am determined to ride this white dragonhorse and use these three Plum Blossom Needles to get rid of the killer demons.

"Awesome! "Awesome!" The old man saluted with one hand and said with a bow, "Third Young Master has such a wish. You must live up to it."

However, when the old man raised his head to look again, Ye Wuhai had long taken his horse and left. For a time, the old man gazed at the fading figure and could not help but sigh as he shook his head. After that, he walked into the great hall and shouted, "Fa Jing, your brother is already gone. You can show yourself."

At this moment, a monk walked out from the darkness. He was the Wu Jing who had already changed his name to Fa Jing (Net) in White Horse Temple, and was also the second brother whom Ye Wuhai had found but never seen before, the "Soaring Dragon" Ye Jinfeng.

At this time, the old abbot finally murmured, "You have such a good brother, why are you willing to meet him? You want me to lie and say you're dead? "If I do not think for your sake, I really cannot bear it!"

Hearing this, Fa Jing's face was as cold as ice, as she replied, "When I entered the Buddhist sect, my mortal heart had already calmed down. "Since I have already left home and escaped to an empty place, I swear that I will no longer ask about the affairs of the mortal world, and even more so, I will not be willing to see a brother who disappoints me."

"Sigh!" "Why should I?" The old man could not help but say with sincerity, "Brothers, we are like brothers, how can we become enemies against each other? Even if your brother has erred in some way, you should forgive and forget it.

Hearing the old man's words, Fa Jing continued to speak coldly, "I have no grudges nor hate against anything now. I am only willing to devote myself to the Buddha. In the future, I will be merciful. I will be ordered to convert the living, and I will teach people to put down the butcher knife and eradicate the evil. After today, I hope that my good-for-nothing third brother can get rid of the demons and achieve eternal greatness for Wu Lin. One day, he will understand my painstaking efforts. "

"Amitabha!" Excellent! Excellent! "Even though Fa Jing's heart has died down, he still has a vindictive heart and a magnanimous heart. This is the fortune of Buddha."

"Elder Fang!" Fa Jing finally revealed a pleading expression and said, "Help others to the end and help me keep this a secret. Even if Third Brother comes to this temple again, you must not reveal any information to him. "As you can see, I want to use this opportunity to train in seclusion to eradicate evil in the future."

"Amitabha!" Excellent! Excellent! Don't worry, monk Fa Jing. Now that things have come to this, this old monk will fulfill your wish. You can go train! "

Outside Luoyang City, a rider rode on a white dragonhorse heading west, straight towards the Western Tongguan.