In recent days, Luoyang Mansion has lived in a few distinguished guests, just the Futai Lord Zhao of the state capital is also a good student after the saddle, because although he can't recognize the handsome young master, but Guo Shirao's name is still like thunder, the red-robed eunuch in the capital is also a thousand-year-old hard leader in the state and county, especially this Guo is extremely famous, Guo Daguan is quiet, but he is a quiet character, and he will not go too close to others, or be estranged, but in the Jianghu martial arts, this Guo Shiren is very tight, and it is not a problem to crack the bluestone with a palm, not to mention that his methods are ruthless, Mr. Zhao hasn't slept in any confusion these days,

As for the guy who is called Brother Xiu, it seems that he is only a teenager, and the name of this Song Yuntu is unknown in this kind of local county government, either Emperor Gao is far away, but in the eyes of Lord Zhao, it is also very melancholy, a master who can make the chief manager serve well, and he can also be a mortal, he has a mirror in his heart, but he doesn't dare to break it, let alone get too close, just confess, these days I have to put the trick on, and I will send it to the backyard as soon as I want, that is, I want my new concubine to send it over,

But those young men are a good servant, but the objects like rice paper and brushes have been sent, and the Li Gongzi in it has painted no less than dozens of landscape paintings in the past few days.

Song Yuntu had been standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and he had been standing still, his eyes were closed, he didn't know what he was thinking,

Wang Gui sat under the gazebo not far away, and couldn't help sighing, "Brother Zhanting, how long have we been out here, it is the Lunar New Year, we are also in Luoyang City, hey, I think my father must be trying to spoil us, but Brother Xiu seems to be enlightened, he is so hard thinking and meditating every day, what about that old Guo Tou, I don't know whether to teach some real kung fu or not, groove, Lao Tzu really called to wait for a bird, the third aunt of the Futai surnamed Zhao, how long has the fourth aunt been messing with me, what the hell." ...”

Li Zhanting rubbed his hands and said with a casual smile, "Brother Xiu doesn't move, won't you go back by yourself, no matter what, aren't they all such gangsters everywhere, I guess your father may still want you to go back later, you don't want to add a family to someone else's house, then the Lord of Futai is going to burn high incense..."

Throwing a grape into his mouth, Wang Gui, the eldest young master, got up and walked to the backyard, looking for gentle incense, that is, when he saw the fat-headed and big-eared Futai lord, didn't the other party have to deliberately hide, hey, this don't spare things is not easy to use, I really look at this Wang Gui who is not exciting for a day,

"Master Guo, if you want to resist that flying sword technique, what kind of tricks do you have, you have to rely on your body to dodge..."

Song Yuntu glanced at Guo Shiren,

I only heard the head steward, who was still dressed in a red robe, asked casually, "Childe, can you practice that fist technique now to the point of Qi Shengquangang... That's it..."

Between the words, the left fist was handed out, but the branch of a camellia tree more than a dozen steps away fell to the ground in response, just the fist was everywhere, and the broken Chu was even more clean and neat, but the other branches on the side were not affected.

In Song Yuntu's opinion, it was just a white mist rushing straight out, and he shook his head and said, "With such a fist as Master Guo, I have never cultivated it..."

Guo Shiren said coldly, "He Tai's flying sword technique is nothing more than his own sword qi under the urging of his own internal strength, and the supreme sword qi that is drummed out under the traction of the trick points, this fist gang is very different from this, as for the flying sword technique, we don't know how lucky, as for the real imperial sword, but I can't think of why?"

"That day, Chu was shocked to find that a handful of objects came out from the tips of his fingers, if it weren't for Zhang Jiuling of the master's mansion, maybe I would have been injured on that thing, and the flying sword technique is also powerful, I am carrying the power of three mountains and five mountains, and I don't want to give the sword qi only to escape, I am now a martial arts cultivator who can reach the eight layers of the Great Pan, and if I want to reach the Vajra cultivation in one fell swoop, it may take a year and a half, but that day I saw the assassin who fled in a hurry who punched Master Guo, and I think that this Vajra realm is just a difference in the mellow degree of internal strength, and I don't have anything to force it...”

Song Yuntu slapped it out with one palm, and the unknown tea tree followed with it, and when he slapped it with this palm, the entire Rao figure followed up and brought out a phantom shadow.

"Childe and this set of overlord fists are already perfect, even the old man has nothing to teach, this road boxing is about such killing, as long as Childe understands the method of boxing, he will meet the Chu Jingjue who can use flying swordsmanship again, and it is just a matter of one punch and three punches..."

Guo Shiren said expressionlessly,

But it attracted bursts of laughter from Song Yuntu, "Master Guo has lived in the imperial city for many years, but this sycophant kung fu has never been learned, I wonder tightly, my eldest brother Song Tai is so lucky to meet a talent like Master Guo, don't be careful, that is, you really want to fight with Song Tai in the future, I don't care about you here..."

Guo Shiren is already sweating on his back at this time, although he is now a martial artist who has been cultivated by King Kong for many years, and he can be called a martial arts master, and he can be compared with the heads of some big sects in the ordinary rivers and lakes.

But in the face of this Yuntu Gongzi who is only a teenager, he is not depressed, and it seems that he is more stressed than facing Song Tai, who is in his forties, and bowed down and said, "Our family has to thank Gongzi first, our family is now sixty and seven this year, it is a blessing to live for a few years, don't ask for anything, how can we get fate in this world, if it weren't for the grace of the Eighth Prince, we might not know where to beg for food, and most of them would not have met Gongzi..."

Song Yuntu smiled, not embarrassed by this old eunuch who seemed to be a little restrained in the face of himself, and asked casually, "Isn't it already confirmed, Chu was shocked to find that that son suddenly became the apprentice of Han Shen on the Nine Degrees Mountain, this news Song Tai didn't know?" Even the wanted warrant has to be erased, who knows what he thinks, Han Shen died in the hands of the Qinglong Dynasty, and the apprentice of this future life will be handed over to me, I think my father wants me to capture the Qinglong and return, it just so happens that this young man still has the blessing of the reverse scales, isn't it infuriating to think about it, Qinglong Qinglong, can he be put outside to wander, I don't think that's the truth..."

"When we were in Qingzhou earlier, we took a look at it, think about it, why did He Taifu fall at this age, isn't it because of the talisman planted by Han Li, and the Sword Saint is involved in the luck of the emperor, but because Han Shen and He Taifu are friends, hey, it's good now, even the Sword Saint's flying sword skills have been learned, and it's still the same teenager, but our family has some expectations in our hearts..."

Guo Shiren's last sentence is out of the true thoughts in his heart, how could he not guess the identity of the young man when he was in Qingzhou, just be a dumb person, the first name of martial arts fell on Jiudu Mountain, and what about himself, but he did not have that kind of good luck, Guo Huai was just a down-and-out household, but now he is a martial arts master, and he is not only not coveting the idea of the first name of martial arts, as a martial arts practitioner, he has never gone to the peak to take a look, even if he dies, he is not reconciled.

In the past few years, the sword saint in the scene has not been at the peak of cultivation, and in the eyes of Guo Shiren, he naturally has no idea of fighting, but he lamented in his heart that He Taifu is such a down-and-out scene, and a heroic gang leader in Qingzhou can also cut off the body of the sword saint with a sword, isn't it a joke?

He did have a real idea, and then give that Chu Jingjue a good life for a few years, that is, five years later, what kind of situation will it be, Han Shen's descendant disciples, but it is not comparable to those who fled to the Southern Dynasty, think about whether maybe the exercises practiced by that son will be the Demon God Skill, the black jade wrench fingers are all worn on his hands, then Han Shen's most feared exercises back then naturally fell into Chu Jingjue's hands, otherwise how could this son have fought against the masters again and again with his low-level cultivation several times, and even several Yan Lingwei masters died in his hands,

His mind turned sharply, but his head was very low, and he didn't look at Song Yuntu.

But I heard Song Yuntu laugh softly, "He is too idiot, I admire this person a lot, I don't go to the way of the sword, this person can be called a strange man in the world, hey, it's just a pity, it's a pity that I haven't seen it in person, and I only went to Jianmen Mountain once, and I haven't even found a tombstone..."

I turned around to look for Wang Gui's figure, but I didn't see it, and then said, "I felt your fist gang here, and when I turned around, I met Chu and realized that the son was so raw that he picked his skin..."

The chief manager Guo said casually, "There is another thing, according to the spy report, the presiding officer of Fahua Temple, the monk who called Zen Yi has recently been quite close to Chu Jingjue's child, as for what this monk is going to do, we don't know..."

Song Yuntu was overjoyed when he heard the word Zen Yi, "Are you the one in the Fahua Temple who is the oldest monk in more than a hundred years, yes, it's called Chan Yi, how can we not hear of his name, even my father used to be, in Zen Buddhism, really the Fahua Temple is the most authentic, there was a great mage called the catastrophe, and he also went to Zhongzhou City and Daddy to have Buddhist scriptures..."

Guo Shiren blinked and whispered, "Hmm... If Childe remembers correctly, the monk who took the lead in the Nine Degrees Mountain back then, and then the Sword Saint was also captured by this person, so Chu was surprised to find how that son got along well with Zen one or two people, there must be something strange in this..."

Song Yuntu didn't go here to think about it, "Are you the enemy of those two Rao masters, hey, who knows, the idea of ordinary monks is very different from ordinary people, go and tell Lord Zhao, and order someone to invite that monk... No, let's make sure where the monk is, let's go and have fun..."

A servant came running in from outside the door, his face pale and his mouth called, "Oh no, no..."

That Lord Zhao's full name is Zhao Yuanding, and he is also an honest man with self-cultivation, but he grabbed the servant and slapped him, "I was born, what do you shout loudly, don't you die..."

The servant learned it again, only to see this Lord Zhao crying wolf, "Oh no, no... Something big is wrong..."

The servant who covered his red and swollen cheeks behind him scolded in his heart, "The third aunt who deserves to be is too good for people to do night and night, we can really listen to it, that prince goes to be happy every night, he deserves it..."

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Chu was shocked to find that a few people rode straight to Sanpu County, passing by the grocery store in Birdshan Village, Fugui was clamoring to buy a few jars of rice wine to drink, but he scolded Niu Er a few words, and he didn't know him if he wanted to brush the pot, this Fugui didn't want to find someone else's red jade lady, but thinking about the waist of the old lady, Niu Er was also itching in his heart, and he was surprised to ignore such things, just riding forward, Fugui didn't go to buy wine, but he was a little sad in his heart,

"At the other end of our hometown in Liaodong...."

"Ahh

Niu Er's words caused a lot of scolding, smacking his lips and really missing his hometown.

Later, the farmers in Toriyama Village saw that the courtyard of Yanagi's house was burned to ashes, and they were stunned and sad for a while, especially the Hongyu aunt, isn't it really a good sadness, isn't it that Yanagi's handsome descendant was also burned to death, this incident also made the Hongyu aunt sad for a few days, she must know that Yanagi has already gone to the nunnery with someone to be happy, and she doesn't know what to think.

Jiang Cheng and Yuan Jianzhi in the inn benefited a lot this day, because of the monk sitting in the room, Jiang Cheng only knew that this was a monk, but he never knew what the true identity of this monk was, because Zen Yi's original appearance was not big, and he was almost just a monk.

Until I was drawing a talisman by luck, I still guided Zen for a while, and just on the top of the entanglement of characters, it was progressing quite rapidly.

In the words of Zen Yi, he had seen this set of talismans in the master's house, and a tangled word on it was very different from the fingering of the Buddha's mudra.

A finger out, that is, the vase thrown out can also be fixed in the air and cannot move, looking at Yuan Jianzhi's heart is also admired tightly, and later this monk is kind enough to point out Yuan Jianzhi's swordsmanship, it is a way of swordsmanship, just practicing tricks can indeed be successful, but this sword is not intentional, but it is greatly discounted,

The two people of Chan Yi's evaluation and rhetoric were dumbfounded, and they were immediately convinced, and they no longer dared to despise this barefoot monk, especially Yuan Jianzhi under a few words of Chan Yi, but he seemed to have a great understanding in his heart all of a sudden, and even at dinner time, he was stuffy in the room and went to study kendo.

"Ah q, ah q..."

Zen Yi can't stop sneezing today, muttering in his heart, I don't know which master is missing himself, Amitabha... 166 Reading Network