"Master!" the two of them had an idea in their hearts at the same time.

The honest monk seized the opportunity, failed to get the slightest advantage, and knew that the old man had strong internal strength, exquisite moves, and experience in facing the enemy was far above him, as long as he was not careful, he would be defeated under his men. At the moment, there was no reservation, and the right hand was hit with a palm, making it one of the moves in the sixteen styles of the Fuhu "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest".

"It's a good time!" Seeing the honest monk's palm on his chest, Lao Langzhong shouted, shook his left hand, sealed the door, and stretched out his right hand to take the honest monk's wrist.

The honest monk walked away with a palm, and when he saw the old man attacking from defense, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised: "This old man is really good, not only sealing my back moves, but also finding out the flaws in my moves." Seeing that his fingers had arrived, he turned his palm into a knife and made a move to "block the way".

Lao Langzhong was just about to touch his wrist, when suddenly the wind made a strong sound, and the knife came in a strange way, and the three fingers that poked out were almost cut off together. Finally, he reacted quickly and took a step back, Rao was like this, and the cuff had been cut by a long cut with a hand knife. Lao Langzhong's face changed slightly, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.

This young man's internal strength is so deep, in terms of strength alone, I am afraid that it is still above himself.

The two fists exchanged fists and fought in one place, and this time the battle was different.

The honest monk knew that if he wanted to win in the moves, it would be difficult, so he didn't spare half a penny in every palm. The palm power was agitated, and the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall were injured by his palm strength, and the petals fell one after another, and the falling petals flew everywhere, like snowflakes flying in the sky, which was very beautiful.

Lao Langzhong saw that his palm was strong and it was difficult to compete, so he defended it with all his might, and only when his internal strength was weak, he launched a counterattack.

The two of them were rigid and soft, advancing or retreating, rising or falling, and fought for more than 40 rounds in the blink of an eye.

After fighting for a long time, the honest monk has a set of sixteen styles of Fuhu, which can be finished, but he can never help Lao Langzhong. If you can't win against you, the poor monk will fight back.

Lao Lang was very angry in the center, this fight was very serious, knowing that the opponent's moves had been exhausted, but the opponent's palm power was like the terrifying waves of the Yangtze River, surging endlessly, and after wave after wave, not only did not have the slightest sign of attenuation, but became more and more ferocious, not giving him a chance to fight back at all. A sense of powerlessness gradually rose in him, and even his moves slowed down.

The two fought for more than ten times, and the honest monk suddenly found that the strength of the old man was far less than when he first fought, and he expected that his qi and blood had declined.

The winner is about to be decided.

The honest monk shook his body, jumped out of the circle, waved his hand, and said: "I'm tired, don't fight, don't fight!" I admit defeat. ”

Fighting with life in the last second, drinking and talking happily in the next second, not fighting and not knowing each other, this is the way people in the rivers and lakes communicate.

There is wine on the stone table, which is two jars of bamboo leaves and green for 20 years, and the entrance is fragrant.

There was a dish on the stone table, a plate of peanuts, and there were only a few of them.

The dish has not been moved, but most of the wine has gone.

Lao Langzhong looked at the honest monk and said, "If you hold on for a few more rounds, you will win, why do you suddenly give up?"

"Because I've guessed who you are. ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Who am I?"

"The old valley master of the Medicine King Valley is not worried. ”

"Since you have found out my identity, you should not stop, if you defeat me, you can become famous, this is a rare opportunity. ”

"Being famous is not necessarily a good thing, and sometimes it can cause trouble, and although I am not afraid to be famous, I don't want to cause trouble. ”

There are many people in the rivers and lakes who want to become famous, but there are very few people like honest monks who do not want to become famous.

"Interesting, when the floating is white!" Sun Buxian grabbed the wine jar, poured two sips, and continued: "I'm curious, the Fuhu Sixteen Styles are just the introductory kung fu of Cheng'en Temple, but your internal strength cultivation is extremely high, even if you host Yongshen, it may not be as good as you." ”

"The predecessors praised falsely, the poor monk did become a monk in Jingshan Ci'en Temple, and the Dharma name is honest. As for who the master inherits, because the master has confessed before his death, he is not allowed to mention it to others, and he also asks the seniors to forgive him. ”

"It's okay!" Sun Buxian nodded and said, "It's just that you don't call me a senior, the so-called rivers and lakes have no age, if you don't dislike it, you and I will be brothers in the future." ”

"We sat at a table and drank, already brothers. The honest monk smiled.

"Since we are brothers, there is something I must ask clearly. As far as I know, the 'floating three-day drunk' is the unique poison of the Yongle Gang in Heizhugou, but thirty-six years ago, the Yongle Gang suddenly disappeared, and since then there has been no floating three-day drunk in the world. Why did that friend of yours get this poison in his body, could it be that the Yongle Gang has reappeared in the rivers and lakes?"

"The cause of her poisoning is still under investigation, but this matter can never be committed by the Yongle Gang. Because thirty-six years ago, the Yongle Gang did not disappear, but was wiped out. ”

"Huh?" Sun Buxian cried out, his voice trembling slightly, "Do you know who did it?"

"My master. ”

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your body and name deeply. Respecting the teacher's behavior is admirable, if you change to someone else, for the rivers and lakes to remove this major scourge, it has already made a lot of noise, and everyone knows it. ”

"Master said that doing good deeds does not need to be nameless, it is enough to write it in a diary. ”

……

Sun Buxian was speechless for an instant.

After being silent for a long time, he said again: "The black mist miasma is all over the black bamboo ditch, and there are more poisonous snakes and beasts from time to time. If it weren't for the Yongle Gang, who would have the ability to go deep into the Black Bamboo Ditch and obtain kiwi fruits?"

This is a question that the honest monk can't figure out.

"Grandpa, I'm back......"

The honest monk looked sideways, and a delicate girl appeared at the door, with a small face with goose eggs and a cherry mouth and a nose, which was very beautiful.

He couldn't help but laugh.

It's really a place not to meet in life, and the girl in front of me is a girl sleeping in class.

Sun Buxian's face sank.

"Sun Yuying, you muddy girl, you still have the face to come back!"

Sun Yuying blinked, smiled and said: "I'm a muddy girl, aren't you just a muddy old man, grandpa scolded me for not worrying about it, but you also have to pay attention to the wording, otherwise you will even scold yourself, I really don't want to go." ”

Sun Bu was not anxious, grabbed the wine jar on the table, and shook it hard.

Sun Yuying took the wine jar steadily, took a sip, smacked her lips and said: "The best bamboo leaf green, what a pity it was!"

Sun Buxian's face became even more ugly.

"Big brother, don't be angry, young people are not sensible, and it is normal to be a little rebellious. The honest monk said with a smile.

Only then did Sun Yuying notice the honest monk, isn't this the bastard who sneezed in class? I searched all over the Faculty of Letters, but I didn't find him, but I didn't expect him to hide in his own house. It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

When the so-called enemies meet, they are very red-eyed!

Wait, what did he just call grandpa, big brother?

There is even the courage to take advantage!

The old hatred is gone, and the new hatred is added, if this bastard doesn't kneel down and sing about conquest today, this matter will definitely not be over.