Wang Lang opened the handkerchief and found that it turned out to be a purple gold card.

The unique card of the Dragon Gate is the only one of Huangfuji.

"Where are others?" Wang Lang asked hurriedly.

"The pilgrim said, let the donor, go to the Bodhi tree in the back mountain to find him." The little monk said again.

Wang Lang looked at Lei Huaer next to him, "You guys discuss first, I'll go out and meet someone."

After saying that, he left.

According to the instructions of the little monk, Wang Lang arrived at the back mountain and found that it was a cliff. There was also a mountain opposite the cliff. There was a tree on the top of the mountain, and there was a person sitting under the tree. He was facing away from Wang Lang, with a thin figure and holding a donkey next to him.

There is a cable bridge between the cliff and the mountain, or the kind of cable bridge that has been disrepaired. The wooden boards on it are creaking, with only two iron chains, and there is no place to grab a hand.

The little monk touched his bald head, "Donor, it's dangerous here. I'll call that pilgrimage to come for you."

Wang Lang observed the little monk. He looked pretty good, and he looked quite clever. His eyes were bright, but he didn't have the simplicity at all, and he even felt a little sarcastic.

Touching the little monk's head, "Is it Shi Ling's apprentice again?"

The little monk clasped his hands together, smiling, suddenly raised his hand, curled his index finger with his knuckles angrily hit Wang Langtan.

Wang Lang raised his arm and lowered his elbow to the little monk's hand. He used his other hand to cover the divine palm and confused the little monk.

The little monk retreated repeatedly, and in a short while, it had become a sausage mouth, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. A hammer slipped out of the little monk's wide sleeves and came to Wang Lang. Wang Lang avoided sideways, and the hammer wiped Wang Lang's clothes and fell down. Unexpectedly, there was a hidden thorn on the hammer, which directly scratched Wang Lang's clothes on his upper body.

Wang Lang held the big fist of a casserole and punched the little monk in the head.

The little monk blocked the hammer with a horizontal hammer.

He punched the stick and the force was too strong. The little monk retreated wildly. Wang Lang clenched his fists. Several small red dots had appeared on it, and a lot of blood was oozing out of the dots.

The little monk's face turned red, and Wang Lang wiped the blood from his hands, "Mom sells criticism, why is it exactly the same as your cheating master, and they all like to play with silence."

The little monk stood up straight, "It's worthy of being the Black Dragon King, so powerful."

The blood on his fingers became more and more. Wang Lang frowned and took out a small lump from his waistband and scattered it on his hands. The blood finally stopped flowing.

The little monk smiled slightly, and crossed the stick in his hand, rushed towards Wang Lang with a strange step, and pointed at Wang Lang fiercely.

Wang Lang remained motionless and hid from both sides.

A trace of cunning flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he twisted his hand. A dagger suddenly appeared at the top of the hammer, rubbing against Wang Lang's skin and passed. Wang Lang finally got angry. He turned around and hit the little monk's chest with one kick. The little monk staggered back, and Wang Lang jumped up and flipped in the air. He kicked down with one kick. The little monk shook twice and fell down.

"If Shi Ling doesn't teach you real kung fu, he will make you embarrassed." Wang Lang took out his ears and walked forward and kicked. The little monk wiped the ground and retreated. Finally, he reached the edge of the cliff. The little monk tried his best to hold onto the edge of the cliff.

Wang Lang had no intention of saving him at all, "You can jump down. After jumping down, you may still get martial arts secrets. You are the next Zhang Wuji."

Turning around and walking towards the cable bridge, the cable bridge swaying. Wang Lang did not step on the wooden boards on it, but walked directly on the iron chain, shaking it, and for outsiders to see it, he felt that it was very likely to fall down all of a sudden.

Moreover, although the underneath the iron rope is not a thousand feet abyss, eighty or ninety meters is not a joke. It is fine if Wang Lang falls thirty or forty meters, but Wang Lang will be cool if he falls 80 or ninety meters. He doesn't have the ability to fall from such a high place and is intact.

The two sides were more than 20 meters apart. When Wang Lang reached more than ten meters, the thin old man there waved his sleeves casually, and two egg-sized stones, one in front, one behind, one on the left and one on the right, ignored the wind and rushed straight towards Wang Lang.

One stone reached the iron chain at Wang Lang's feet, and another one was slightly behind, on the other side of the iron chain. The purpose was very simple. One pushed Wang Lang from this side to the other side. If Wang Lang jumped to the other side, the stones on the other side followed one after another.

In desperation, Wang Lang sat on the iron rope with his legs spread apart, leaned back, and the stone rubbed Wang Lang's scalp and passed.

Then Wang Lang stood up and ran forward. The thin old man did not move, waiting for Wang Lang.

Wang Lang and his wife jumped to the top of the mountain.

There is a lonely grave on the top of the mountain, and the old man is sitting next to it, a plate of peanuts and a pot of old wine.

The old man reached out and pinched a peanut and put it gently into his mouth. There was no tooth in his mouth. When the old man ate it, he felt very strange, and his mouth was squirming, but the peanuts were not broken.

Finally, the old man took a sip of wine and washed the peanuts directly.

The old man pointed to a futon next to him and said, "Sit."

Wang Lang sat next to the old man.

The old man pushed the plate towards Wang Lang and said, "Eat."

Wang Lang hesitated for a moment, pinched one and stuffed it into his mouth. Who the hell knew that this peanut was like a salt lump?

He wanted to vomit, but after the old man looked at it, Wang Lang pointed at the jar of wine, "Can I take a sip?"

The old man nodded, Wang Lang grabbed the jar of wine, raised his head and drank it.

After taking a sip, Wang Lang's face wrinkled.

This is not a wine or tea, or the kind of bitter tea.

Wang Lang wanted to vomit, but the old man glanced lightly and swallowed it alive.

"Eat." The old man politely pushed the plate in front of him.

Wang Lang grinned, "No need, you eat."

The old man looked up at Wang Lang, "The place where your master disappeared in the end is Linghe City, so you have been staying in Linghe City. Why, have you found any clues?"

Wang Lang shook his head, "I don't understand what you always say."

The old man smiled slightly and shook the salt residue on the hem of his clothes.

"At that time, your master and apprentice were forced into a desperate situation by the various families in the world. After that, your master and apprentice were missing. Qifeng said that you are still alive and will return soon. If I don't believe it, come and take a look." The old man said softly.

Wang Lang grinned, "Did you see what you want to say?"

The old man smiled slightly and patted the grave beside him, "I don't have a deep hatred with Huangfu Ji. On the contrary, Huangfu Ji is kind to me. I am here to tell you something I know."

Wang Lang's eyes narrowed, waiting for the old man to continue talking.

The old man suddenly patted the grave next to him, "Do you know who is buried underneath?"
Chapter completed!