The wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the shadow of the wall moves.

"......" A strange laugh suddenly came from the depths of the bamboo forest, Gu Qingcheng was shocked, and his body unconsciously leaned towards the honest monk.

The honest monk followed the prestige, and saw a person walking out of the bamboo forest, eight feet long, dressed in green clothes, extremely thin, like a standing green bamboo pole, with a bronze mask on his face, only his eyes and mouth were exposed, and his appearance was not clear.

The man smiled and said, "I held my breath and hid in the dark place of the bamboo forest, I am curious, how did you find me?"

"You hid it very well, and I wouldn't have been able to find you, but you overlooked something very important. ”

Qingzhu Pole's eyes were like electricity, staring at the honest monk, and he asked with great interest, "What's the matter?"

"There are seventeen green bamboos in the courtyard, but there are eighteen shadows on the wall. ”

Qing Zhugan's heart sank, and the smile in the corners of his eyes froze, because he knew very well how terrifying an opponent who was meticulously observed.

"I have long suspected that the Gu family invited a master to help, but I didn't expect to be so young. Qingzhu Pole suddenly sighed again, and said: "With your potential, over time, you will definitely be able to become a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

He said three "pity" in a row, which shows the regret and regret in his heart.

The honest monk still said with a relaxed face: "It's a pity that you want to kill me." ”

"Not bad. ”

The honest monk suddenly raised his head and looked at the green bamboo pole: "You think your martial arts are stronger than mine?"

The hand of the green bamboo pole shook, and suddenly there was a pitch-black and slender soft sword in his palm, the blade was blue, and he shook again, a dazzling cold light flashed, and the belt-like soft sword was already trembling straight. Immediately after that, he stabbed back at a green bamboo beside him, only to hear the hissing of the sword wind, and he returned in an instant.

Qingzhu still stood upright.

The honest monk couldn't help but gasp, the green bamboo pole seemed to be an understatement, but in fact, it stabbed out seven swords. Another cool breeze blew, and the green bamboo fell with the wind and fell to the ground, no more, no less, exactly seven sections.

Gu Qingcheng was stunned, everything that happened in front of her was completely beyond her cognition, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an illusion.

Qingzhu Pole smiled proudly: "Since I appeared, I have the certainty of victory." ”

The honest monk gave a thumbs up and said, "Your swordsmanship is very worthy of my praise for you." He smiled sweetly, but his palms had already struck, and although his smile was kind, he shot without mercy.

Qingzhugan didn't expect the honest monk to suddenly attack, although he was not hit, but he also lost the opportunity.

One move to take the lead, how could the honest monk relax, his figure flickered forward and backward, left and right, and his palms hit down like raindrops, which was completely desperate.

The green bamboo pole dodged left and right, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, he really couldn't imagine that the honest monk had such extraordinary skills and palm power, and he was forced to not even have a chance to use the sword.

Seeing that the honest monk was coming again, the green bamboo pole did not dodge or dodge, but fought to take the palm of the honest monk, and stabbed the honest monk in the chest with a sword, using a lose-lose move.

This time, the honest monk was surprised, his palm could only smash the left shoulder of the green bamboo pole, but the sword of the right hand of the green bamboo pole could kill him.

The honest monk had to flash sideways, and cursed in his heart, "It's shameless to use a sword in a martial arts competition." ”

The green bamboo pole followed like a shadow, followed by another sword, his sword moves were ruthless and treacherous, and the honest monk fell behind when he ascended.

After fighting a few more moves, the green bamboo pole shouted "Medium!"

The honest monk had been hit by a sword in the arm, and although the wound was not deep, blood flowed down. He folded his feet, volleyed a somersault, landed seven feet away, and said with a smile: "Wait and fight." ”

The green bamboo pole stood up and said, "What are you waiting for?"

"The swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes is famous for its weirdness, the 'Wind Cross Sword' of Dongwan Ma Tang, and the 'Cloud Piercing Sword Technique' of Zhongshan Qiuyu Pavilion, I don't know what school you are from?"

"That kind of swordsmanship of chopping chickens and ducks, is it also worth mentioning, the ...... I use" Qingzhu pole suddenly stopped, and smiled: "I didn't expect that in this case, you still want to probe my details, it's really ridiculous." ”

The honest monk said slowly: "Since you don't want to say it, of course I won't force it. However, there is a secret I must tell you, otherwise when I die, no one will be able to enter the Black Bamboo Ditch. ”

Qingzhu Pole asked in a lost voice, "Do you know how to enter the Black Bamboo Ditch?"

"Xingdian is my master. ”

Qingzhu Pole was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "As long as you tell you the way to enter the Black Bamboo Valley, I can spare your life." ”

The honest monk suddenly smiled: "I guessed correctly, you are not from the Yongle Gang, but you have a lot to do with the Yongle Gang, right?"

Qingzhu Pole was annoyed and angry: "So you are lying to me!"

The honest monk glanced at Gu Qingcheng and thought, silly girl, don't just stand and watch the excitement, but call the police. Then he jumped forward, ready to fight again, when suddenly, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

He glared at the green bamboo pole and scolded, "You...... You are so despicable, even in the sword ...... The sword is smeared with poison. ”

Qingzhu Pole was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "This poisonous name is called 'Seven Steps to Break the Soul Scattered', I am very surprised that you can persist until now." ”

Seeing the honest monk fall, Gu Qingcheng finally came to her senses, she rushed to the honest monk, squatted down, helped him up, and asked eagerly, "Little monk, how are you?"

The honest monk gasped heavily, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said weakly, "I...... I'm afraid I can't do it, there is ...... There's a big secret for you. That black ...... The entrance to the black bamboo ditch is in the ...... Is it ......" The honest monk's voice became smaller and smaller, and he could no longer hear anything, but his lips were moving......

Qingzhu Pole knew that the honest monk was scheming, and he was worried that he would deliberately lure him forward and take the opportunity to sneak attack, so he took three steps forward and stopped again.

The honest monk fell into Gu Qingcheng's arms and didn't move.

Gu Qingcheng's tears fell.

Qingzhu looked at Gu Qingcheng coldly, and asked sharply, "What did he say to you just now?"

Gu Qingcheng gently put the honest monk on the ground, stood up, and looked at the green bamboo pole without fear: "You killed him, you have the ability, and you will kill me, otherwise, I will take revenge for this revenge!"

Qingzhu Pole's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't think I don't dare!"

"If you dared to kill me blatantly, you would have killed me a long time ago, would you still use the shameless means of poisoning?"

The green bamboo pole suddenly raised his wrist, the tip of the sword pointed at Gu Qingcheng's throat, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't force me, say quickly, where is the entrance?"

Gu Qingcheng was still looking at him, but his face was full of disdain.

The green bamboo pole hesitated.

At the moment when he hesitated, the honest monk lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, his right palm was like the wind, and a palm slapped obliquely towards his armpit from bottom to top.

This palm came too quickly, too suddenly, like a mountain and a sea, unstoppable.

The green bamboo pole didn't have time to react, and subconsciously returned to the sword to save it.

The honest monk had already expected that if the other party came back, his chest would be empty. He took a step to the left, and his left palm followed, this one sharper and faster!

The green bamboo pole could not be retreated, and the left palm stood in front of his chest, and he took the palm of the honest monk. He retreated four or five steps in a row, only to feel the blood in his chest tumbling and his throat feeling sweet.

The honest monk stood firmly in place, his body did not shake, and his feet did not move.

Qingzhu Pole looked at the honest monk with a surprised face, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly jumped up the wall and disappeared into the vast night.

The honest monk's hanging heart finally let go, and with a whoop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.