The monk was stunned and looked at Ji Chongfeng. At the moment, his brows were full of arrogance and arrogance. His Obsidian eyes were even more dazzling, and his eyes were deep and mysterious. Suddenly, his heart was cold for no reason.

"None of us can foretell, including the master." Ji Chongfeng moved forward a few steps, left behind with one hand, stood quietly on the edge of the corridor, facing the red sun in the eastern sky, and said coldly, "what can astrology, know the past and the future, and predict the rise and fall of the country? These are just misinformation from people all over the world. Those who believe in it are wise; those who do not believe in it are fallacious. "

At this point, he stopped for a moment, and then continued: "all the people in the world believe in the legend of the Heavenly Master, so they think that I am the God determined by heaven, the overlord who can unify Xinzhou, and the emperor who can pacify the world. But in fact, the master chose me as the future leader of the world, isn't it a gamble?"

The monk did not speak, but his eyes were staring at Ji Chongfeng with his back to him.

"Even if it's decided by heaven, if I don't do anything, you don't do anything for me. Will heaven send this world to me?" Ji Chongfeng raised his hands as if he were carrying something. The Dragon lock sword in his right hand was trembling with his passion.

The monk still didn't speak. He just listened in silence, listening to the real thoughts in the heart of the proud man.

A moment later, without hearing the voice of the person behind him, Ji Chongfeng seemed to know that he would not open his mouth. He shook his head and replied, "No

"It's up to me to fight, to devise strategies, to fight and to create my world." Ji Chongfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on the Dragon lock sword in his hand, and his fingertips touched the extremely sharp sword body gently, "and Shifu... He bet that I could defeat anyone and everything, and finally set foot on the whole Xinzhou."

The monk slowly turned his eyes away and took two steps forward. He said blandly: "good. Shifu is really gambling. Whether it's you or someone else, it's a big gamble. "

"Elder martial brother should be able to understand that Shifu's gambling is not the future master of the world, but..." Ji Chongfeng's voice slowed down a little, and then said, "the person he chose is related to the future of Tianshi school! People all over the world are watching him. If I lose, then the legend of the Heavenly Master

"It will no longer be credible," he said

The monk was silent again, but he felt a lot in his heart.

Ji Chongfeng looked at the monk and said with a smile: "he can't afford to lose this price! You can't afford to lose! So from the moment you choose, you will do your best to help me pave a way to the top of the sky. Am I right? "

Wanzhang monk's eyes were slightly astringent. He didn't seem to care about Ji Chongfeng's sharp questions. But after a while, he whispered: "yes, what Weng Tiantai has done is not all for you."

Hearing the desired answer, Ji Chongfeng slightly hooked his lips and said: "so, from the beginning to the end, what we do is not gambling?"

The monk listened to his words silently, pondered for a moment, and then asked in a voice, "have you decided?"

"This is the first killing battle in the world. I will use it!" Ji Chongfeng did not answer his words, but determined his own answer.

He raised his chin slightly and said again, "since I dare to gamble, I have the courage to undertake everything."

Hearing this, the monk's body seemed to shake a little, and his hand holding the purple goldfish also trembled. He almost fell to the ground, but there was no change on his face.

He knew that this man would never be a puppet of fate! They will not be manipulated and used by anyone, including their mentor Huakong! All of a sudden, Ji Chong's faint smile, which just floated on his lips, suddenly closed. His eyes glanced along the corridor to the entrance of the courtyard, his face was strict and deep.

The monk seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look behind the door.

See Ding Kuo a face dignified, brisk, soon came to two people near.

"See you, your highness!"

Ding Kuo kneels in front of Ji Chongfeng and bows his head.

"Get up." Ji Chong Feng lightly orders a, then the vision lightly sweeps, but see Ding Kuo body have blood, and looking at his face, slowly ask a way, "hurt?"

After Ding Kuo got up, he also looked down at the bloodstain on his body. His tightly clenched fist was still irresistible. He was a little soft and weak

In a low, even slightly trembling voice, he replied: "this is not my blood, but... It is..."

Ji Chongfeng looks at Ding Kuo coldly and asks him gently: "what is it?"

"Yes..." Ding Kuo locked his brow, clenched his teeth and spat out four words, "it's for the Qing.""The chime is back?" Ji Chongfeng's eyes moved lightly. "Why didn't he come to see the king?"

Instead of answering, Ding Kuo lowered his head.

"He was seriously injured?" Ji Chongfeng guessed, but he soon denied the idea. "How could those people hurt the chime?"

"Your Highness, sacrifice the chime to him..." Ding kuohu's eyes were moist, and he forced himself to hold back his tears. He said, "my heart is broken, and I just have to take my last breath... To the foot of Huayun mountain."

"What?" Ji Chongfeng's body was shocked, and he almost stood unsteadily. Later, he stepped forward and grabbed Ding Kuo's skirt. His eyes were shining like a sword, bright and sharp. He still asked, "what did you say?"

In the face of such a gaffe, his highness thought of the wolf brother who was in love with him. Ding Kuo only felt depressed in the chest and was about to vomit blood, but he still kept calm and said, "the sacrificial chime has gone."

Ji Chong hears that his eyes are stagnant. His hand suddenly loosens. He lets go of Ding Kuo and takes a step back. His eyes are empty and he looks at a place. He doesn't speak. He doesn't see half an expression on his face. Only his black eyes are bright and dark. It seems that there are many things buried in them.

"Amitabha." The monk slowly closed his eyes and read a Buddhist name deeply.

For a moment, there was a heavy smell everywhere on the corridor, and the whole courtyard seemed to sink.

There was no sound around. It was horribly quiet.

After standing for a long time, Ji Chongfeng summoned up his courage and called out the name of the man deeply and deeply - "sacrifice chime!"

But my thoughts are still in the mountains I first met when I was young

Stop at the moment when he and the wolf child face each other

Stop at the moment when the wolf child regards him as a relative and desperate to save him

When the wolf child learned to speak, Call out the first word - "wind" that moment