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Big Snow Mountain Chapter 22 Pretending

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    "If you can't sit still, you have to sit!" Huinan scolded, "You watched Faxu enter the Paradise of Paradise, and you can go there in the future. What's there to cry about? Look at how promising you are!"

    Yuan Rong wiped away tears: "Uncle, my master is too incompetent to watch the murderer go free!"

    "Are you scolding the temple for being incompetent?" Huinan said angrily, "Turn your head around and think about it, how can you let him go at ease."

    Yuanrong's tears couldn't stop no matter what, she kept wiping and flowing: "If I can't avenge him, I will have no face to see him!"

    Fakong said: "Master Ancestor, Uncle Yuanrong, the Great Light Curse can see a memory of the deceased before his death."

    Yuanrong wiped her tears and shook her head.

    He thought of the torture that Faxu would endure, and his heart was about to break, and he didn't want to listen to Faxu's words.

    Fakong said: "Brother Faxu fought him three moves, and finally he was knocked unconscious with a palm, and he never woke up again, without any pain."

    "Really?" Yuanrong looked at him eagerly.

    Fakong nodded slowly, with a serious and determined expression.

    Huinan stared at Fakong.

    Fakong said: "Brother Faxu saw the appearance of the murderer."

    "You are so calm!" Huinan pulled him up and left.

    Yuanrong followed closely.

    The three of them drifted down to Huinan's small courtyard.

    "Fane, take care of me with pen and ink!"

    "yes."

    "It's Deng Gaoen!" Huinan looked at the person in the portrait, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "It's definitely him!"

    "Master has seen Deng Gaoen?"

    "Back then when Dayong Wulin besieged and killed Deng Gaoen, Senior Brother Huiwen and I went over to watch secretly." Huinan shook his head: "This guy is too good at hiding, he is good at escapism, no wonder there is no clue."

    "Senior Brother Faxu should have a pendant in his mouth, it is the pendant on the jade pendant on Deng Gaoen's waist." Fakong said slowly.

    Yuanrong rushed out fiercely.

    After several breaths, he came back like a gust of wind, and opened his palm, which was a jade bead the size of a mung bean.

    The jade beads are emerald green, as if containing spring water.

    "Faxu he" Yuan Rong looked at the jade bead, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

    Fa Xu must have realized that he was invincible and was afraid of his life, so he managed to leave clues to the murderer, and counted on the temple to avenge him.

    How unwilling and painful he must have been at that time!

    Faxu's aptitude is astonishing, his cultivation is not inferior to his master's too much, and his agility is far better than his own master's, but

    Thinking of this, his heart ached like a wringer, and tears kept streaming down his face.

    "With this, it's almost enough." Huinan said coldly: "What a daredevil Deng Gaoen!"

    "Master, how do you chase after me?"

    "Hmm" Huinan looked at Fakong: "Mingyue Temple has the Jue of Taiyin Jizhao, and is good at tracking."

    Fakong said: "Master, do you really need help from outsiders?"

    "Our King Kong Temple doesn't have a powerful tracking technique." Huinan hummed: "It's okay for us to do it, tracking is the problem."

    Fakong said: "Then I will ask Uncle Chengxu for help."

    "Chengxu of Daleiyin Temple?" Huinan asked.

    Fakong said: "Actually, I invited Master Chengxu to come here this time, but Master Chengxu did not enter the temple."

    If the temple wants to put on a face and not ask outsiders for help, then Chengxu doesn't have to show up.

    "You kid!" Huinan snorted.

    Fakong said: "Is it okay to ask Uncle Chengxu for help?"

    He knew that Daleiyin Temple also had an extremely powerful tracking method, called Yasha Catch Fragrance Jue.

    Yasha is a god who is said to be able to eat ghosts. He is the most agile and light-hearted. He is good at smelling fragrances and knowing ghosts in people's caves.

    Huinan stroked his silver beard and smiled slightly.

    Cheng Xu is the first person in Cheng's generation, even if others invite him, he can't invite him.

    Even if it is still a fourth-rank now, its combat power is still amazing.

    There is a sky pendant between the fourth rank and the third rank, which needs to be polished slowly. It needs to be slowed down. There is no rush. A genius like Cheng Xu, who has been able to enter the third rank, has stayed at the fourth rank and is not in a hurry to cross it.

    He is aiming at the first rank, even surpassing the first rank.

    Both are fourth-rank masters, but they move their hands completely differently. Ten ordinary fourth-rank masters are not opponents of Chengxu alone.

    Yuan Rong hesitated: "Brother Chengxu is famous, doesn't it mean that he has practiced Asura magic"

    Huinan shook his head and said: "Chengxu is in serious trouble now, he has already used the Great Sun Tathagata to not move.?There are signs of injury.  "

    He turned his head to look at Chengxu.

    Chengxu shook his head: "The owner of the jade bead must be him, there will be no mistake."

    Huinan Shuang's brows were furrowed.

    "Uncle Master, you can't be wrong, right?" Yuan Rong was surprised.

    "Faxu can't make a mistake, and Chengxu can't make a mistake, then this guy is the murderer!" Huinan stroked Frost's white beard, twirling each one while analyzing.

    Chengxu and Yuanrong nodded.

    "But this guy seems to be Deng Gaoen, but he doesn't look like it." Huinan continued to analyze: "Could it be that Deng Gaoen had some adventure and all the scars disappeared?"

    "There is such an elixir in the world, uncle?" Cheng Xu said, "I have never heard of it."

    "Then tell me, what's going on?"

    "I can't tell." Cheng Xu shook his head.

    Yuan Rong's face was cloudy and uncertain.

    Fakong suddenly formed a mudra with his left hand, raised his right palm, and soon released a white light to the head.

    Yuan Rong's small eyes widened suddenly, with an unbelievable look.

    He couldn't believe that Fakong would do such a thing, and want to save this guy into the bliss of the Western Paradise!

    Just as he was about to speak, a circle of Tuo Tuo's light had emerged from his head, twisting in the air and turning into a small person.

    But it is a young man.

    The appearance is different from the first level.

    "The art of disguise!" Chengxu said coldly.

    Fakong unlocked his fingerprints and let the villain slowly sink his head back.

    "It's not him!" Huinan shook his head: "It's not Deng Gaoen!"

    He snorted: "Let me just say, Deng Gaoen was injured so badly, how could he still be alive, someone is using his face to cover up his skin to do bad things!"

    He then frowned again: "But what he used was indeed Changchun Kungfu."

    Chengxu nodded suddenly: "I thought I was injured so I lost my cultivation base, but it turned out to be a fake!"

    Fakong remained silent.

    He digested the memory of Deng Yuanzheng in his mind.

    Deng Yuanzheng, the legitimate son of Deng Gaoen, posthumous son.

    At the beginning, Deng Gaoen knew that love was inevitable, so he left a letter to his lover.

    If the child or her is killed by the enemy, then don't mention anything. If you are lucky enough to hide it from the world, then open this letter when the child is twenty-eight years old.

    ? In this letter, he wrote about the location where Changchun Gong was hidden, the method of opening it, and the taboos of practicing it.

    Before Deng Yuanzheng was twenty-eight years old, he lived an ordinary life.

    As an ordinary peasant boy, he entered the small town to work hard at the age of eighteen. After joining the small gang, he was supported by the nobles, and he joined the big gang in the city.

    After entering the big city, he disappeared from the crowd.

    In the city, he was an ordinary gang student, and when he was twenty-eight years old, he became a small boss by luck.

    When he sleeps with his wife in his arms, he often thinks about the future.

    If after the age of fifty, I still can't practice the Tianyuan realm, can't condense the stellar energy, then find a job for the elderly, or look after the home, or open a hall to teach apprentices, anyway, it is not suitable to stay in the gang  up.

    In the year of his twenty-eighth birthday, his mother gave him this letter from Deng Gaoen, and he knew his life experience.

    It was only then that I realized that I was the son of the world-famous big devil, a direct blood relative.

    Instead of feeling ashamed, he was proud and proud.

    Being in a gang, the concept of respecting the strong has been deeply rooted in his bones. Whether it is a good person or a devil, as long as his martial arts are strong, he will be majestic and majestic, so happy!

    He practiced Changchun Gong without hesitation.

    Although there are many backlashes and pains, compared to the rapid improvement, he has no regrets, only rejoicing.
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