Chapter 273: Entering Taoism by Killing, Jiang Ren Tu!

The rain was still falling.

The middle-aged monk turned his head and looked at Ye Wutan.

The moment he saw Ye Wutan clearly, his originally calm face suddenly changed.

At the same time

, the thin man with a red dot on his forehead suddenly fell to the ground.

The back of his head was hollow, and bright red blood flowed out.

In just a blink of an eye, it dyed a puddle on the ground red.

The other three men and women from Shengren Zhenzong were still standing.

The leading young man shook the long sword in his hand without saying a word, and quickly killed Ye Wutan.

As his footsteps landed in the mud,

a sword came out.

The sword energy, like a rainbow, swept across the sky, splitting the rain curtain and cutting down the peach trees on both sides of the muddy path.

Ye Wutian did not stop.

It seemed that the violent and terrifying sword energy in front of him

was just a sharper wind in Ye Wutian's eyes.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the sword energy reached Ye Wutian's face.

However, this sword energy seemed to have suddenly stopped and paused for a short time.

As Ye Wutian continued to take a step forward,

this terrifying sword energy

also dissipated.

It was like turning into a breeze, no longer sharp, but gently blending into the surrounding rain curtain.

The young man in the lead paused for a moment and

did not attack Ye Wutian again.

Instead, he turned around to escape.

But at the moment when the young man turned around.

Ye Wutan flicked his finger.

A drop of water shot out and hit the young man's forehead.

The young man, like the thin man just now, fell into a hollow of water on the ground.

The blood dyed the rain on the ground red.

Ye Wutan, however, was still looking at the middle-aged monk standing in the rain not far away.

But he looked at the other two people beside the middle-aged monk.

A man and a woman.

At this moment, they were all terrified like ghosts.

Even at this moment, they all forgot to turn around and run away.

The two people never thought that the thin man and the handsome young man would die like this.

Especially the woman with a long ponytail.

She knew very well how powerful the handsome young man in the lead was.

In the Shengren Zhenzong, she could even be ranked in the top ten!

But now...

she is dead just like that?

At this moment, Ye Wutan flicked his finger again.

The man next to the woman fell to the ground without even a chance to move.

There was a red spot between his eyebrows.

There was a pool of blood behind his head.

The woman immediately dropped the sword in her hand to the ground.

Then.

She knelt in the water pit in panic.

She didn't even dare to beg for mercy. She

didn't even dare to look at Ye Wutan.

She closed her eyes.

She kowtowed in the water pit.

Her body was shaking.

She was shaking like sieve chaff.

Ye Wutan had already walked in front of the middle-aged monk.

He raised his hand.

A figure suddenly flew over from a distant observation tower in the peach forest.

Gravekeeper!

"Her, how can you be so unreasonable?"

Ye Wutan said with a faint smile without even looking at the woman kneeling on the ground.

"Let her kneel here first. She won't dare to leave this place unless I ask her a question."

The middle-aged monk didn't say anything more.

Together with Ye Wutan.

One in front and one behind.

Walking out of the peach forest along the muddy path.

Uncle and nephew.

Walking to a house at the foot of the mountain.

Ye Wutan walked into the kitchen and put down two bowls of vegetarian noodles, sprinkled some salt and added some chopped green onions.

After boiling, it was served on the table.

At this time, the middle-aged monk had opened his wine gourd again.

Put it between the two bowls of noodles.

After the middle-aged monk sat down, he leaned over, raised his hand, and fanned the hot air above the bowl of noodles.

The aroma of noodles filled the nose.

The middle-aged monk smiled with satisfaction.

"Who did you learn this skill of cooking noodles from? It's pretty good."

Ye Wutan also smiled.

"I learned it by myself ."

As he said that, Ye Wutan reached out and took the wine gourd in the middle of the bowl and poured some into the bowl.

The middle-aged monk saw that Ye Wutan was going to eat noodles like this.

He became dissatisfied again.

"You're wasting a bowl of good noodles. You can't eat it like this!"

Ye Wutan smiled.

"Everyone has their own preferences."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and poured some wine into his own bowl.

But after pouring it, he regretted it.

"The poor monk should have had a bite of the original flavor first, but now you have led him astray!"

Ye Wutan suggested.

"I'll give you another bowl later."

The middle-aged monk was satisfied.

Then...

the two began to eat noodles.

After eating half of each bowl of noodles, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but look up at Ye Wutan.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

Ye Wutan chuckled.

"I came here today to bother my mother, to take a strand of hair from her grave, and to take it to the hospital to identify our mother-son relationship, but then I changed my mind. Mother is mother, whether she is dead or alive, she is mother." After

hearing this, the middle-aged monk

felt numb from head to toe.

His nose was sour.

Tears.

Involuntarily floated in his eyes.

The middle-aged monk picked up a chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth.

It was spicy and fragrant.

While eating the noodles, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Damn, I always thought that my six senses were pure, but now it seems that love is hard to break!"

Ye Wutan suddenly said.

"When I was a child, I saw you in a restaurant called Gongde Zhai in the imperial capital. At that time, you were standing at the corner between the second floor and the first floor. I thought it was a bit strange at that time. How could a person wearing a monk's robe hold a knife?"

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath and explained.

"When your mother was a child, she liked the Wensi tofu soup I made. Before drinking it every time, she had to let me show her knife skills in front of her, so I wanted to carry the knife and tofu and go over there, but I was too embarrassed to go downstairs."

Ye Wutan asked.

"How did my mother die?"

The middle-aged monk was silent.

Ye Wutan said again.

"I have met Han Zixian, but she disappeared before I could ask her what happened back then."

The middle-aged monk looked at Ye Wutian and said.

"Han Zixian is your biological mother."

Hearing this, Ye Wutian's heart trembled slightly, but after a moment of silence, he regained his composure.

Then, Ye Wutian asked calmly.

"Since she is my biological mother, why did she give me to Han... to my mother to be raised as a woodcutter?"

the middle-aged monk replied.

"They are sisters. Wan'er is actually your aunt. As for me, I have no blood relationship with them. The man my mother remarried, your grandmother, is my stepfather."

"Although your biological mother and your aunt were born of the same mother, they took two completely different paths!"

"Your biological mother ran away from home when she was ten years old. When she was forty-five, she fell in front of the Han family's door covered in blood with you in her arms. Your aunt asked your biological mother what happened..."

"Oh, she didn't say anything. She didn't say anything at all. Then she handed you to your aunt and left."

"After a few years, she came back and looked at you from a distance. By the way, the last time she came back was the day your aunt brought you back to Jianghai from the imperial capital."

"At that time, I was driving behind you, and then I found that a Taoist nun in a black robe blocked your way. The one following the Taoist nun was Ye Qingcang."

"I don't know what happened afterwards."

Ye Wutan heard these words.

His eyes were cold. After a

long time,

he said with regret.

"At that time, I was sleeping and didn't know what happened, but now it seems that the reason why my mother was seriously injured and died was because of something she was holding in her hand at that time."

The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes.

"What is it?"

Ye Wutan took out the treasure map square stone from his body and put it on the table.

"It's this thing."

The middle-aged monk picked up the treasure map square stone and looked at it carefully, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The secret patterns on it are actually the Luofu script that has disappeared for thousands of years?"

Ye Wutian was stunned.

"You know Luofu script?"

The middle-aged monk nodded solemnly.

"I practice Mahayana Buddhism, so I naturally know Luofu script. However, I really don't understand what these secret patterns on it mean!"

Ye Wutian explained indifferently.

"It's just a map. It marks the locations of some purple essence stone mines. Of course, in addition to the map, there is also a set of qigong practice methods on it. I haven't had time to read it yet."

The middle-aged monk looked at Ye Wutian in a daze with a look of surprise on his face.

"Can you understand Luofu script?"

Ye Wutian nodded.

"The ancestors of the Han family in the imperial capital had an emperor who once owned a small country called Luofu."

"It's not difficult to understand Luofu language. You just need to understand the Han family's Di Fu Qigong and split the syllables of the Qigong, which is the so-called Luofu language!" "

In fact, it is similar to another kind of phonetic recognition!"

The middle-aged monk was shocked.

He stared at Ye Wutan for a long time and sighed.

"Over the years, I have been using my connections to investigate the Taoist nun who blocked your and your aunt's way, and the guy named Ye Qingcang, but I got nothing!"

Ye Wutan said after eating a mouthful of noodles.

"Ye Qingcang is insignificant. The Taoist nun's surname is Guo and her name is Taozhi!"

the middle-aged monk asked anxiously.

"Where is she from?"

Ye Wutian replied calmly.

"Emei!"

The middle-aged monk's face turned pale when he heard these two words. After a long while, he asked a question.

"Outer mountain of Emei, or the back mountain of Emei?"

Ye Wutan answered.

"According to the information I have, it should be a temple on the back mountain of Emei. As for which temple, I don't know yet, but I will know soon."

The middle-aged monk said.

"Yixian Temple!"

Ye Wutan frowned.

"Yixian Temple?"

Just at this moment, Ye Wutan's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He looked at it.

It turned out to be a call from Jiang Changsheng, the gatekeeper of the villa on the top of Yunhai Mountain.

After the call was connected.

Before Ye Wutan could speak.

The other side of the phone came with Jiang Changsheng's extremely panicked voice.

"Emei, people from Emei Yixian Temple are here, Jiang Rentu... Jiang Rentu is here!"

At the same time. In the huge manor

of Yunhai Mountain, the villa on the top of the mountain

, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.

He was Jiang Rentu.

Tiger back, wasp waist, sword on waist!

Known as...

Emei Sword Demon!

However...

Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are no more than a hundred people who know him.

Among these less than a hundred people, there is Ye Qianlong from the Ye family.

At this time, whether it is Ye Qianlong, Ye Huangya, or even Long Ruohan, they have all come to Jianghai.

To be precise, they have come to Ye Wutian's home.

At this moment, all three of them looked like they were facing a powerful enemy, looking at Jiang Rentu who suddenly appeared in Ye Wutian's home from a distance!

The three people looked at Jiang Rentu with eyes that were not only completely fearful, but also mixed with a bit of admiration!

In one sentence.

Jiang Rentu is one of the most terrifying people in the world today.

He looks to be in his forties.

In fact, he is nearly a hundred years old.

In those days, when Longguo was bullied by the great powers, this man went down the mountain once.

One sword, killed ten thousand people!

It was not because of the national crisis that he had to take action.

Rather, the tens of thousands of enemy troops blocking him at that time only blocked his way.

In the manor.

In addition to Ye Qianlong, Ye Huangya, and Long Ruohan, there were two people standing in Yuanxu.

One was Emperor Han.

The other was Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng and Jiang Rentu were from the same clan.

When Jiang Changsheng was young, he heard of Jiang Rentu in his family.

However, when the elders in the family mentioned Jiang Rentu, without exception, they all kept it a secret!

Jiang Changsheng once asked the elders in the family why.

An old ancestor of the Jiang family said something.

"This man is a scum of the Jiang family. He takes a thief as his mother and doesn't recognize his relatives. He uses killing to enter the Tao. If you see him... you should avoid him!"

Today, Jiang Changsheng finally saw Jiang Rentu in person, but even though he was nearly a hundred meters away, he could still feel the murderous aura on him.

Jiang Changsheng was even sure that even if Jiang Rentu didn't make a move, even if he turned around and looked at him, he would be scared to death!

How could there be such a terrifying existence in this world?

The murderous aura was overwhelming!

Could it be that he really...

used killing to enter the Tao! ?