"Shiyin gave me a lot of things."

On his own boat, Shen Qiupan was sitting on the bed, and Qingqing was lying beside him, rearranging the package.

Lei Shiyin said that he had prepared things for Qingqing to travel, but it was actually very exaggerated.

Whether it's small snacks, clothes, or some gadgets that girls like, they have made four big boxes for Qingqing.

The boxes were stacked in the cabin, and Qingqing rummaged through them like a treasure hunt.

This girl's new best friend is really generous.

"Yikes! That's a lot of silver. ”

Qing Qing exclaimed, it seemed that he had turned over something terrible, Shen Qiu turned his head to look, and saw that at the bottom of the box, there were two boxes of silver ingots, like the kind of ingots used in martial arts dramas.

On top of the box, there are also several silver tickets.

"Lei Ye's hand is really big enough."

Shen Qiu looked at it, and he said:

"Put it away, it's also a piece of people's hearts."

"Senior brother, you said that the poetry is so beautiful, but her father is so..."

Qingqing looked at her senior brother and gestured with her finger on her stomach, and she whispered:

"I wonder if Shiyin is his daughter."

"There is indeed a bit of resemblance between the eyebrows and eyes."

Shen Qiu interrupted Qingqing's delusional conjecture, and said:

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, spread it out and cause trouble."

"Oh."

The little junior sister answered, she covered the box, sat next to the senior brother, she thought about it, and asked:

"Senior brother, you say, is Lei Ye really a rich man who doesn't know martial arts? I think he can sit firmly in the position of the leader of the Heluo Gang, how can he also do some kung fu, right? ”

"I don't know."

Shen Qiu closed his eyes and said casually, "But maybe." ”

The next moment, he entered the Kenyu Dream Realm.

In front of him, those "enthusiastic" black-clothed guard phantoms had already lost a lot of time in the past few days' sparring, but in addition to them, mountain ghosts, and the old phantoms of the Chengying Sword Weapon, there was a chubby middle-aged man.

Lei Ye!

Just now, Lei Ye enthusiastically helped Shen Qiu to take a seat, and Jian Yu resonated slightly.

Shen Qiu had already tested it along the way, and this sword jade would only take the initiative to resonate when he met people in the rivers and lakes who were more powerful than himself.

In other words, this Lei Ye is definitely a master who is deeply hidden.

Shen Qiu untied the Yanling knife in his dream, he stroked the hand that had come to recuperate with the ointment today, and took a step towards Lei Ye's phantom.

30 seconds later, Shen Qiu was reborn in a dream.

He looked at the phantom of Lei Ye who was a little fainter in front of him, and he had a bottom in his heart.

is weaker than the mountain ghost, but if it is blessed by the shadow weapon, the mountain ghost is estimated to be not Lei Ye's opponent.

This phantom was holding a knife in his hand, probably Lei Ye's combined weapon.

But when fighting, this phantom is not very sharp, and calmly dealing with Shen Qiu's increasingly skilled wind and thunder finger attacks, he can slap Shen Qiu in a few breaths.

"Is this what Qingqing said, a master of the rivers and lakes?"

Shen Qiu smiled.

He no longer challenged Lei Ye to die, but continued to practice martial arts with the black-clothed guards in his dreams, but as Shen Qiu's mastery of the wind and thunder fingers became more and more proficient, this competition became more and more boring.

Where should I go and find a few phantoms with similar martial arts to practice?

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"Bang"

The corpse with a broken spine smashed like a cannonball on the door of the Juyi Hall in the Funiu Mountain Cottage, and the corpse was bombarded with great force and shattered when it hit the door.

It's like a chic impression painting, where dirty blood and flesh are left on the door, erasing a picture of hell Shura.

This huge barberry cottage has become a mess.

The minions, led by their respective leaders, rushed from all directions, trying to stop the vicious intruder, but in the sound of shouting and killing, there was only one trapped attacker.

A middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe, holding a Buddhist stick, and a ring scar on his head.

His face was indifferent, and he regarded the bandits and bandits around him as nothing, twisting the sandalwood Buddha beads on his chest with one hand and waving the heavy Buddha stick with the other.

The weapon was forged from stainless steel, and although it did not have the sharp head of a spear, it was so heavy that it could be unstoppable when wielded.

What's even more terrifying is that the monk is a one-handed dancing stick.

Nearly a dozen pounds of Buddha sticks were like feathers in his hands.

"Bang"

Another bandit leader with a knife rushed in, and his face was full of hideousness, and the weapon was broken by the black Buddha stick, smashed in the chest, and flew out upside down, knocking the minions behind him to the ground.

The monk's shoes were already stained with blood, and every step he took left a clear footprint.

The blood-stained Buddha stick spun endlessly in his hand, knocking the arrows to the ground, occasionally a few arrows slipping through the net, but they were also blocked by the red robes on the monks.

"Don't back down yet!"

The monk shouted.

His voice was blessed with strong true qi, like a piercing magic sound, and when it suddenly erupted, it made the eyes of those minions around him who shouted to kill white, and was swept by the heavy Buddha stick, almost cutting off his waist.

Blood splattered and corpses fell to the ground.

A ring of blood was formed around the monk, and this tragic scene made the minions behind stay in place and dare not step forward again.

The monk did not pay any attention to the fearful people, and he walked forward with a solemn face, as if the murder was as casual as reciting a Buddhist scripture.

But if anyone dares to stop him, he will be beaten by the Buddha stick, and he will be settled immediately.

In this little barberry cottage, no one can stop this evil star from the sky.

"Master!"

A leader trembled and shouted to the monk:

"Although we have done some kidnapping transactions, we have never collided with the surrounding temples, and we have always been with the well water of all kinds of heroes. You monks are merciful, why do you want to kill us and others? ”

This question made the Shura monk stop.

He held the blood-stained Buddha stick, twisted the Buddha beads in his left hand, and said while pulling them:

"You gather people to cause trouble and disturb the common people, under this barberry cottage, I don't know how many innocent bones have been buried."

"Today, the poor monk will do the right thing for heaven, except for you thieves, to comfort the resentful spirits! After removing you and others, I will recite the Jizo Sutra for all the donors a thousand times, so that the donors can eliminate their karma and enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible. ”

"Since you have a clean future life, you are already my Buddha with compassion, what else can you say?"

This was said in a chilling manner, which made the bandits look desperate.

Today's things are not good, I'm afraid.

The sword-wielding leader cried out again:

"In the past, I didn't see you to do morality, but at this time, you and the Heluo Gang are inseparable! Today, if I am going to die, I will die, and the grandfathers will drink wine in a big bowl and eat meat in a big way! ”

"But you're going to make me wait to be a ghost! You weren't sent by the old thief Lei Lie! ”

"Definitely."

The monk sighed, he looked at the surrounding Shura scene, and said softly:

"Lei Lie also can't call the poor monk, since the donor is so persistent, the poor monk will answer your questions."

He walked over to the leader, who was frightened and urged his minions to resist one or two.

But the monk was murderous, but if he got close, he would be beaten off his head with a stick, and in just a dozen steps, 7 minions died under the monk's stick.

He walked up to the weak-legged chief, whose eyes were full of indifference, and he said:

"The poor monk is here for poetry."

"You dare to kill my niece! Since the benefactors have lived so impatiently, the poor monk has come to liberate you..."

The leader looked around, and the minions of the barberry cottage were already frightened and scattered outside the village.

Knowing that he was going to die, he no longer resisted, dropped the sword in his hand, and raised his head, and said to the monk in front of him:

"I was sent to hell, and you know who killed me, right?"

"What do you know about the dying?"

The monk snorted coldly, and slashed out a palm, which hit the heart of the bandit leader.

A piercing sound of bone cracking sounded, and the corpse flew out several feet and smashed to the ground, the bones in his chest already broken.

The ruthless monk didn't go to the corpse, he turned around and walked to the Gathering Hall, the outer minions had almost run, but the fat henchmen of the Funiu Mountain Cottage were still guarding the door.

This group of old bandits has a good mind, seeing the monks attacking and killing, there must be Heluo Gang guarding under the mountain, and they will definitely not be able to escape.

It's better to fight to the death here, and maybe there is still life.

Seeing that those bandits were unwilling to retreat, the corner of the monk's mouth turned into a sinister smile, and he waved the Buddha stick, and slammed it on the blood-stained stone mill beside him between the true air rotations.

The hundred-pound stone mill was like being plucked by hand, and in the muffled sound, it roared and smashed into the closed Juyi Hall in front of him.

Several bandits couldn't dodge, and were hit by the stone mill head-on, spitting blood from their mouths, and they couldn't survive.

"Bang"

The stone mill pushed the bandit's body to crash into the door of the Gathering Hall, but it didn't open the vermilion door, apparently because it was supported by a heavy object.

The monk was not angry.

He silently recited the Diamond Sutra, walked to his eyes with a Buddha stick, killed all the way, died all the way, and the bloody footprints on the ground became more and more infiltrating.

In the Juyi Hall, the head of Funiu Mountain sat on a chair covered in tiger skin, surrounded by a brazier, so that the closed door of the Juyi Hall was full of fire.

This fat man is fifty years old, and he is also a brave and ruthless man, with his upper body naked, and his tendons and flesh reflect the halo of sweat beads in the firelight.

He had a bald head, a large ring knife in his hand, several scars on his face, and big eyes with copper bells, looking terrifying.

In front of Zhang Fei, kneeling was a half-grown child, 14 or 5 years old.

He knelt there, pleading.

"Dad, don't hold on, let's go down the mountain with my son!"

"Go down the mountain!"

Zhang Fei kicked his son in the chest, kicked him to the ground, and grabbed a burden from his hand and threw it in his son's arms.

The leader of the bandits said to his son:

"Ah Biao, your father and I have done all the evil things in my life, and heaven does not tolerate it, so we deserve this catastrophe!"

"I'm not afraid of dying on this barberry mountain, since your mother died, I don't care about my father."

"It's just that Daddy is sorry for you, I wanted to take the risk to find a good future for you, but I lost my hand, and I was thrown here as an outcast, and I attracted this bloodthirsty star, it's just my Zhang Fei's sin."

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and said:

"Rushing out is also death, Lao Tzu will do things alone, die here, use my life, and eliminate disasters for my son."

"Dad, you mean... Did someone else send you to kidnap Lei Shiyin? ”

Zhang Fei's son Zhang Xiaobiao raised his head suddenly, he looked at his father, and he shouted:

"Daddy, why are you so confused! Then the Heluo Gang is easy to provoke. ”

"Ah Biao!"

Zhang Fei heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the door, and knew that time was running out, so he grabbed his son's arm and told him with his heart:

"Daddy always taught you to take a long-term view, and this world is much bigger than you think. The Heluo Gang is majestic in Luoyang, but in the eyes of higher figures, it is also like a local chicken and a dog. ”

"This parting, you and my father and son will never see each other again, you listen well!"

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and said:

"Go down the mountain and live a good life as a good man!"

"Find a woman from a small family to get married, continue my Zhang family's blood and bones, whether it is a businessman, or studying, even if it is a cheap business, it doesn't hurt, but there is one, you have to remember clearly!"

"I won't allow you to avenge me! In the future, I will not be my father, do you hear! ”

"Dad, I..."

"Don't say it, let's go!"

Zhang Fei's eyes were also red when he was a ruthless bandit.

He grabbed a knife at hand, stuffed it into his son's arms, and pushed him into the righteous hall, where there was a secret passage to leave the cottage, and he told Zhang Xiaobiao:

"I've done all the bad things in my life, and I deserve to die, but my son has clean hands, don't be like your useless father, and go down a path of no return."

"From now on, you will be the only one left, and you will have to live well."

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fei was also in tears, he gritted his teeth and pushed his son into the secret passage.

He smashed down the brazier and set the hall on fire.

When he returned to the antechamber, he saw that the staked door had been smashed open by a battering ram, and in the midst of the flying sawdust, the evening sun outside the door shone into the burning hall of justice.

In that light, a middle-aged monk covered in blood walked into the hall, and behind him was a corpse.

The monk stepped forward, the Buddha stick in his hand was dripping with blood, and there were blood-red footprints behind him, although there was only one person, but he was like a thousand troops, and the murderous Zhang Fei's body was trembling.

Martial arts master!

A true master!

One person slaughtered the cottage and scared off the group of thieves, this kind of means is by no means ordinary people.

"The monks are also murderous, and the way of this world is really bad."

Zhang Fei smiled and stepped forward with a big ring knife, he had already made up his mind to die, and he was no longer afraid.

He stared at the monk in front of him and said:

"You are the righteous brother of that Lei Lie in his early years, nicknamed the 'Wandering Monk of Hatred', right?"

"Something insightful."

The monk replied in a calm tone.

He stared at Zhang Fei, and he said:

"Who instructed you to kidnap Shion?"

"Hey, can't it be grandpa, I can't get used to what the Heluo Gang is doing, and I think of the law by myself?"

Zhang Fei's heart trembled, and he pretended to be calm and waved his knife and shouted:

"Your Heluo Gang is strong, but I'm not afraid of grandpa!"

"Bang"

Before Zhang Fei's knife fell, the heavy Buddha stick was like a spear gun, slamming into his abdomen, and when the true qi exploded, Zhang Fei's whole person was knocked out and smashed on the first chair of the Juyi Hall.

The house was already burning and the temperature was scorching, but the monk didn't seem to feel it at all.

He quickly swept in front of Zhang Fei's eyes, the blood-stained Buddha stick was against his neck, he looked at Zhang Fei who was spurting blood at the corner of his mouth, and he said:

"You don't have the guts! Say, lest you make yourself miserable! ”

"Hehe, that person has left the Central Plains, if I don't say it, you will never try to guess his identity."

Zhang Fei looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had really let it out.

But I saw that the monk sneered, shook his hand and stabbed it, and the black thin needle was directly inserted into the acupuncture point between Zhang Fei's waist, and the flesh of the owner of the cottage who was in pain was trembling.

"The poor monk has traveled all over the rivers and lakes and has seen a lot of real tough men."

In the beating of the flames behind him, the monk twisted the bloody needle, he looked at Zhang Fei, and said:

"You, not you!"

After the pillar incense, Zhang Fei, who was tortured and only wanted to die quickly, said to the monk in a weak voice:

"The one who instructed me to kidnap Miss Shiyin was... People of the Holy Fire Cult. ”

"Kill me, evil monk! Give me one, and be happy! ”